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Radioactive Dating

2014.07.19 08:42 Radioactive Dating

Sometimes online dating just doesn't do it...
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2020.09.26 12:00 NewYorkMetsBot Mets PREGAME THREAD - Saturday, September 26

Mets @ Nationals - 03:05 PM EDT

Game Status: Scheduled

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Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) Report
Mets TBD No report posted.
Nationals Max Scherzer (4-4, 3.67 ERA, 61.1 IP) Scherzer will go for the win in his final start of the regular season. If he earns a "W," he will finish over .500 for the 11th straight season and tie with Clayton Kershaw for the longest active streak.

Mets @ Nationals - Sat, Sep 26 - Doubleheader Game 2

Game Status: Scheduled

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Mets TBD No report posted.
Nationals Anibal Sanchez (3-5, 6.80 ERA, 47.2 IP) Sánchez allowed five runs and exited after 2 2/3 innings against the Mets on Aug. 12. After posting his strongest performance of the season in his last outing on Monday vs. the Phillies, Sánchez said, "It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish."
NLE Rank Team W L GB (E#) WC Rank WC GB (E#)
1 Atlanta Braves 35 23 - (-) - - (-)
2 Miami Marlins 30 28 5.0 (-) - - (-)
3 Philadelphia Phillies 28 30 7.0 (1) 4 1.0 (2)
4 New York Mets 26 31 8.5 (E) 5 2.5 (1)
5 Washington Nationals 23 34 11.5 (E) 8 5.5 (E)

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2020.09.25 19:45 trifletruffles Mattie Greene-killed in a bomb explosion in Ringgold, Georgia on May 19, 1960-Closed Case under the Civil Rights Division Emmett Till Act

Mattie Greene was the mother of six children when she was killed in a dynamite explosion that destroyed her home in Ringgold, Georgia on May 19, 1960. She was 32 years old at the time. Mattie's husband, Jethro, and 13 year old Jethro Jr., 6 year old David, 4 year old William, along with 17 month old Larry were also at home during the explosion and suffered minor injuries. Mattie's remaining two children were not home at the time as they were staying at their grandmother's. Authorities initially suspected Jethro of planting the bomb since he only suffered a bruised shoulder and investigations revealed that Mattie was involved in an extramarital affair which provided a motive. However, he was eventually cleared. Governor Ernest Vandiver offered a $500 reward for any information and despite the involvement of the FBI, no one was ever arrested for Mattie's murder.
Jethro served in the U.S. Army during World War II as a construction foreman. After the war ended, he worked as an auto mechanic and married Mattie who worked as a housekeeper. After clearing Jethro, authorities suspected that he and his family might have been targeted due to his possible involvement with the NAACP. However, it is unclear if he was a NAACP member since NAACP records regarding Ringgold and Catoosa County were not kept. A local sheriff, J.D. Stewart, suspected that many men were meeting at a local home under the pretense of being part of a singing group but these men were actually holding NAACP meetings. Jethro was noted to have been part of a singing group and was often featured on local Chattanooga radio thus lending some credence to Sheriff Stewart's suspicions. Nevertheless, the extent of Jethro's advocacy remains unclear and his 1994 obituary only lists an affiliation with the A. Randolph Institute which advocated for labor rights.
2009 FBI Investigation:
In April 2009, as part of efforts to solve civil rights-era homicide cases, the FBI in conjunction with the Department of Justice started an investigation of Mattie's murder under the Emmett Till Civil Rights Act. The FBI tried to review initial investigation files but they were all either destroyed in a flood during the 1970s or general document retention procedures. Thus, most of the information from the investigation comes from a redacted copy of the initial FBI file provided to the Southern Poverty Law Center. Since the files were lost or destroyed, the FBI began its current investigation by interviewing various relatives and children of Mattie. They also interviewed members of the community who were familiar with Lester Waters and W.E. Watters as they were rumored to have been involved in the explosion.
Mattie's [relationship and name redacted] was interviewed by the FBI. She stated that, at the time, she was told by Sheriff Stewart that Lester had confessed to the crime and that guilt had driven him crazy. Sheriff Stewart also told her that he transported Lester to a mental institution in Milledgeville, Georgia. Another of Mattie's [relationship and name redacted] similarly stated she was approached by a white woman years ago who said Lester was involved and it drove him crazy to the point where he had to be taken to a Milledgeville institution.
Based on these two recollections, the FBI conducted interviews with W.E. and Lester's family. Lester, W.E. and Sheriff Stewart are now deceased. Lester's [relationship and name redacted] stated that another possible suspect, [name redacted], was active in the Ku Klux Klan and that [name redacted] was good friends with Sheriff Stewart and Lester; they would often hold meetings at Lester's house which centered around a hatred of blacks and Jews. Accordingly, the FBI interviewed [name redacted] who denied they had anything to do with Mattie's murder. It was noted that [name redacted] worked for U.S. Pipe and Foundry on an I-75 construction project at the time. [Name redacted]'s place of employment is interesting because the original FBI file noted that the I-75 construction project involved demolition, namely the use of ammonium nitrate and electric dynamite caps. The initial investigation file noted that a piece of red and orange wire was found near Mattie's home; this wire was the type used in manufacturing electric dynamite caps. The 1960 investigation file is unclear regarding whether the FBI pursued this lead any further beyond calling the superintendent of U.S. Pipe and Foundry.
After interviewing [name redacted], the FBI tried to find out more about the type of work [name redacted] would have been involved in. Original employment records were destroyed but the FBI was able to get in touch with an operations manager who noted that in 1960, no dynamite would have been present at the work site due to the type of work being done. The FBI asked [name redacted] to take a polygraph test which they passed. As the FBI was not able to develop any new leads, the Department of Justice closed the case. Mattie's murder remains unsolved.
Discussion:
The closing memorandum discussed Jethro as a suspect after investigations showed that Mattie was involved in an extramarital affair. While an individual was identified, it is unclear if this individual was questioned. For some reason, Jethro's name was redacted in the memorandum when it discussed his injuries as noted by the statement "it seemed almost impossible, after viewing the scene, that XXX suffered as little injury as XXX" but based on the context, I was able to surmise the memorandum was discussing Jethro.
Links:
https://www.justice.gov/crt/case-document/mattie-greene-notice-close-file
https://vault.fbi.gov/mattie-greene/mattie-greene-part-01-of-01/view
https://www.northwestgeorgianews.com/cold-case-fbi-to-re-examine-civil-rights-era-bombing-in-ringgol-local-new/article_209606ba-c144-5171-9f4c-7714a6272e17.html
https://www.courthousenews.com/%EF%BB%BFfbi-document-suggests-klan-behind-unsolved-1960-bombing/
I came across the Department of Justice’s cold case initiative (Emmett Till Civil Rights Act) while reading an article discussing journalists’ efforts to install a billboard on an Arkansas highway aimed at solving the 1954 lynching of Isadore Banks. The Civil Rights Division of the United States Department of Justice launched a website (linked above) to make information about the department’s investigation of cold cases from the Civil Rights Era more accessible to the public. As a result of the initiative, the Department of Justice has prosecuted and convicted Edgar Ray Killen for the 1964 murders of three civil rights workers in Philadelphia, Mississippi (the "Mississippi Burning" case); he is the eight defendant convicted. The Department has also been able to charge and convict perpetrators of the 1963 Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing in Birmingham, Alabama and secured a life sentence for James Ford Seale for the kidnapping and murder of two teenagers in Franklin County, Mississippi in 1964.
Unfortunately, many cases which were submitted to the Department of Justice remain unsolved due to the passage of time resulting in evidentiary and legal barriers. In each case that is not prosecutable, the Department of Justice wrote a closing memorandum explaining the investigative steps taken and the basis for their conclusion. To date, the Department of Justice has uploaded 115 closing memos. I hope to be able to post on all of the closed cases as I share in the belief with the Department of Justice that “these stories should be told [as] there is value in a public reckoning with the history of racial violence and the complicity of government officials.”
Other posts from the Department of Justice's Cold Case Initiative:
  1. Isadore Banks-unsolved murder in Marion, Arkansas-June 1954
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/h03esj/isadore_bankslynched_in_marion_arkansas_on_june_8/
  1. Willie Joe Sanford-unsolved murder in Hawkinsville, Georgia-March 1957
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/h9v61n/willie_joe_sanfordfound_murdered_nea
  1. Ann Thomas-unsolved murder in San Antonio, Texas-April 1969
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/hdtv4b/ann_thomasfound_murdered_in_san_antonio_texas_on/
  1. Thad Christian-murdered on August 30, 1965 in Central City, Alabama
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/i4fetd/thad_christianmurdered_on_august_30_1965_in/
  1. Silas Caston-killed on March 1, 1964 by a Hinds County Sheriff’s Office Deputy in Jackson, Mississippi
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/idx701/silas_castonkilled_on_march_1_1964_by_a_hinds/
  1. Clifford "Clifton" Walker-unsolved murder in Woodville, Mississippi-February 1964
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/ihkenq/clifford_clifton_walkerfound_murdered_in_his_ca
  1. Jasper Greenwood- his badly decomposed body was found in Vicksburg, Mississippi in June 1964
https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/iqucf9/jasper_greenwoodhis_badly_decomposed_body_was/
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2020.09.25 17:09 OneSpookySneakySquid [R&D] IL-2000 Heavy Strategic Airlift Transport

Russia's largest military transport aircraft is the Ukranian Antonov An-124 Ruslan, a quadjet strategic airlifter developed in the Soviet era While until now the jet has been reliable and dependable, it has an aging airframe that could be considered ancient in aviation standards and due to political issues with the Ukraine, Antonov is not a viable partner for Russian partners and maintenance. Russia needs a replacement aircraft to serve its needs for the next several decades, and for many years it was rumored to be the PAK TA, though few believed that project would ever go ahead.
Today, Russia is announcing the Ilyushin IL-2000 strategic airlift programme. With the program having entered its earliest stages in 2015, the government and Ilyushin believe that an introduction date by 2025 will be viable drawing on existing expertise of a variety of Russian aerospace companies. 85 will be acquired by 2035 to replace existing strategic airlift planes.
The aircraft will be able to travel at a speed slightly lower than the speed of sound, being able to reach a speed of Mach 0.95 granting the aircraft significantly improved survivability and importance in being able to get in and out of combat areas faster than most transports. The aircraft will also have a civilian variant that will not include the variety of sensory equipment and defensive systems in place.
The aircraft will have an 8 man crew, one more than the Antonov An-124: pilot, copilot, navigator, senior flight engineer, radio man, dedicated Electronic Warfare Officer and two loadmasters.
The IL-2000 will have a host of countermeasures and an electronic warfare suite will have the ability to pinpoint enemy radar and jams signals in their direction. Additionally, it will be fitted with active electronic counter measures, that are able to jam enemy radar frequencies as well as IRCM (Infrared Counter Measure) systems needed to divert heat seeking Infra Red missiles by disturbing their guidance systems. A missile launch warning receiver will be located at the tail and is intended to report and track missile threats by zeroing in on their ultraviolet exhaust signature and will feature a Nemesis Directional Infra-Red Counter Measures (DIRCM) system, which can be directed by an automated system that fires pulsating flashes of IR energy that confuse a missile’s guidance system.
A second crucial component of the project will be making more powerful engines. As such, the government will contract Aviadvigatel, UEC Saturn, JSC Kuznetsov, the United Engine Company and others to develop an improved engine for the Il-2000 based on the Progress D-18T which has 51,500 lbf (229 kN). The engines are to have 55,000 lbf for increased speed. The engines will carry the Saturn namesake and be dubbed the Saturn V1 engines.
Characteristic Value
Wingspan 65m
Payload 150,000 kg
Maximum speed Mach 0.95
Range 7,000 km at full load
Engine Thrust 5 x Saturn V1 engines
Unit Cost $200 million, 80 planned
Misc Crew: 2 pilots, support crew and 2 loadmaster (8 total); operable from unprepared surfaces; tailless design
Artist's concept that looks fancy
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2020.09.25 13:17 House_of_Suns /r/QOTSA Official Band of the Week 21: ALL THEM WITCHES

Let me ask you a question. If you haven’t listened to Kyuss, are you even a QotSA fan?
I suppose it is possible. Some people can be Peter Gabriel fans without being Genesis fans, or Ozzy Osbourne fans without being Black Sabbath fans, or Audioslave fans without being fans of Soundgarden and Rage Against the Machine. And I am pretty sure that there are Foo Fighters fans out there who are not fans of Nirvana -- probably because Foo Fighters are a way better band than Nirvana.
Yeah, I said it. Come at me.
But QotSA without Kyuss? I can’t see it. Maybe I am biased because I just love the low desert sound. Heavy riffs, lots of fuzz ,and earthquake-inducing bass are my jam. That’s why I love Self-Titled so much and why I feel 18 A.D. is chronically underappreciated as a song, and it is an absolute crime that they don’t play it live.
I know I am not alone in this. Kyuss were a genre defining band that created what we now call Stoner Rock. Bands like Valley of the Sun, King Buffalo, Truckfighters, Stonerror, Sleep, Clutch, Mother Engine, Mondo Generator, Duel, and Fu Manchu all continue to write and perform Stoner Rock today. If you haven’t taken a dive into this scene, I totally envy the fact that you get to experience this music for the first time.
Today we are going to check out a great Stoner Rock band that just dropped a new album a few weeks ago. They have more fuzz than a five day backwoods fishing trip. They have bigger jams than Smucker’s, Welch’s, and Kraft combined. They will make your one-hitter hit a home run. You are gonna want to roll down the windows of your low riding caddy and drive all night through the desert.
Yep, you are in for a treat. This week’s band is ALL THEM WITCHES.
About Them
You are familiar with the Hero’s journey, right? That is the literary trope where our protagonists leave their comfortable little world, are mentored through a series of increasing challenges, find themselves at a low point, overcome obstacles, and return home greater and wiser than before?
As with every story of heroes, our group of adventurers from Nashville Tennessee went on a truly epic journey. Drummer Robby Staebler had just arrived in Nashville from Portland, Oregon and was looking for some buds to start a band. He had rolled up at his new home in the back of a moving van, because his mom had decided that he was just not good enough to ride up front. His dad was conspicuously absent. After meeting a sketchy male role model with a Smashmouth-esque chinstrap beard, he was forced by this would-be academic to enslave a small animal. He then ran away from home to engage in a series of escalating gladiatorial fights for money.
Wait. Shit. That is the plot of Pokemon Emerald, not the story of All Them Witches. Damn free emulators. Such a massive time sink.
Mudkip for the win. You are damn right I’m bringing back that meme.
Where was I? I kinda got distracted there. Oh yeah. Robby Staebler was looking for a band. He met guitarist Ben McLeod in a bar (remember when we could meet people in bars?) and then met aspiring drama student Charles Michael Parks Jr. when he took a job at “a corporate hippie store”. Parks Jr. turned those theatre aspirations into being a great frontman and bass player. The band rounded out their membership with Allan Van Cleave, a friend of Staebler, on keys. All Them Witches took the inspiration for their name from the set-prop book entitled All of Them Witches in the 1968 Roman Polanski Spawn-of-Satan movie Rosemary’s Baby.
Let’s get something else out of the way: Yes, I said Nashville Tennesee. The Buckle of the Bible Belt. The Protestant Vatican. The Athens of the South. The Hot Chicken Capital. Yes, the self-proclaimed Music City is perennially associated with Country music, Gospel music and, to a lesser extent, contemporary Christian Rock. There is a Jazz scene. There are active Barbershop groups. The city is the home of the Grand Ole Opry and the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. Hee Haw was shot there. It is a city that, until a few decades ago, still had strong ties to the Confederacy.
How the hell did a Stoner Rock band start there?
Quickly, that’s how.
The band were officially formed in February of 2012 (remember when that year was supposed to be the end of the world? C’mon, Mayans, if you really meant 2020 why didn’t you just say 2020?) and released their first album, Our Mother Electricity, on December 6th, 2012. Being from Nashville, the album was of course released on the German heavy psych label Elektrohasch Schallplatten. So just so we’re clear: Stoner Rock was born in the California Desert and then adopted by a band from Tennessee and released on a German label. I just have one question: Where the fuck is Carmen Sandiego?
To be fair, All Them Witches characterized their debut sound as being ‘psychedelta rock’...which kinda sounds like a knock off version of an X-Man. The album is full of heavy jams. Listeners can expect to hear the influence of the blues mixed with deep fuzz and highly compressed vocals. Until it Unwinds is over eight minutes of rolling swagger that will have you thinking about 50 Million Year Trip. Heavy/Like a Witch has some definite Stone Temple Pilots vibes and is a great opener. The true standout on the album is The Urn, a dark and twisted fable that is really the antithesis of everything one associates with music in the Bible Belt. The album was a declaration of war on everything cheery and pleasant to be found in the Music City, and a bold statement from a band finding its feet.
The band were not entirely happy with the production on Our Mother Electricity. In order to assert themselves, they went ultra low-tech. The released the Extra Pleasant EP in July of 2013. It was recorded on a 4-track cassette tape using only two microphones. Production-wise, it is a step back - but when you listen to it on headphones, you can appreciate the raw talent. It is a weird low-fi follow up and almost like listening to a debut rather than the first album. Listening to this EP is like hearing a Pink Floyd cover band’s first original songs that have been mashed up with Clutch and recorded on an iPhone 4. Even with those limitations, tracks like Sludger will stay with you and are worth your time.
While their first two releases had some modest success, All Them Witches really did not get widespread acclaim until the release of their second full album, Lightning at the Door, in late 2013. Every band that has ever released anything on Bandcamp wants to experience the kind of underground word-of-mouth sensation that this album generated. The album is part-concept, part-thematic and has narrative threads that tie it together (e.g. the two tracks The Marriage of Coyote Woman and The Death of Coyote Woman - clearly, not a happy ending for the titular character). If you loved Songs for the Deaf and Rated R, then this is the album that you are going to want to start with as an introduction to the band. It has some amazing tracks - Funeral for a Great Drunken Bird and When God Comes Back are great on their own - but it is best experienced as a complete album. Do yourself a favor: Find a great set of headphones and listen to it front to back. You’ll thank me.
How do you follow up a concept album that gives you unforeseen popularity and access to a broader audience? Do you, say, create a dark follow-up to it, and find the title for that album in a lyric from a hidden track?
Who the fuck would make a weird choice like that?
All Them Witches took a different route and decided to instead channel their inner Beck. The Effervescent EP came out in June of 2014. There are only two songs, each clocking in at about 25 minutes long. Side A is Effervescent and Side B is Tnecsevreffe. The EP is a Rorschach blot of instrumental music in multiple movements that channels incredible musicality and allows you to superimpose your own meaning on it. It is like listening to Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin have a baby, if that baby was raised listening to coyotes howl and instrumental Kyuss tracks all mashed together on one continuous loop. Fans of the German band Mother Engine will hear definite parallels. The weird thing about Effervescent is its length: it is hard to think of it as an EP, because it is 50 minutes of music. But it has only two tracks, so it can’t really be an album...can it?
Yes, before you start in on me, I know about Sleep’s Dopesmoker. That 2003 one-song album may also have influenced our boys from the Hee Haw city.
So after playing around with longer and more intricate multiple-movement songs, it is no surprise that All Them Witches dropped a 57 minute ‘EP’ in 2015. A Sweet Release hit the airwaves on April 20. Yep, 4/20. No, that was not a coincidence. No, I’m not going to explain that to you. If you gotta ask, you’ll never know. Yes, if anyone doubted at all that this band was a Stoner Rock band, fuck all y’all, the release date is proof. Tracks on the EP range in length from almost 2 and a half minutes to over 24 minutes. It is a spacey, laid-back jam that is at times hypnotic and far-reaching, and equally urgent and immersive.
I’m not saying that you need to be high to appreciate this EP. I’m just saying that listening to Interstate Bleach Party and Howdy Hoodee Slank in the right…mood ...can make you see the color Octarine.
Lightning at the Door and Effervescent cemented All Them Witches as true underground masters of Stoner Rock. 2015’s Dying Surfer Meets His Maker saw them broaden their musical scope and refine their sound. The album (yes, it is an album this time) leans heavily into the Blues with layers of grunge and psychedelia and celtic strings and even harmonicas. (Side note: the last time I heard harmonicas used in Stoner Rock was never. So good on them. I will say this: the hook brings you back.) All these influences were mixed in one big bowl and smoked out the top of a giant bong for full effect. It is at the same time a more technical and more mellow album. Stand out tracks on the album are the hard hitting Dirt Preachers and El Centro and This is Where it Falls Apart.
All Them Witches found themselves touring the small club circuit and then playing bigger and bigger stages. They got invited to festivals like Bonnaroo and were greeted by enthusiastic fans (and clouds of fragrant haze). There is nothing like performing live to hone a band’s edge. By the time Sleeping Through the War dropped in 2017, the boys had been together, touring and recording, for five years. The album is tightly crafted by a tight band. There are even guest vocalists to add texture and harmony to the songs. Less mellow than its predecessor, the album roars right from the opening track - Bulls - through to the closing track, Guess I’ll Go Live On The Internet. 3-5-7 is probably one of the best Stoner Rock tracks you will come across. And when you recognize the tonal mirroring of Am I Going Up with Alabaster, you feel smarter than you actually are. Lots of albums have made me bang my head; very few have made me stop and recognize the musical structure that underpins the melody. That is Tool-level composition right there. Long story short: this is an album put out by a band in its prime and it does not disappoint.
If you remember what happened in English class, what follows the apotheosis for the main character is the falling action or denouement. All Them Witches had peaked with Sleeping Through the War and had nowhere to go but down. The 2018 Lost and Found EP was four (comparatively) short covers and remixes that seemed more like leftovers than an actual meal. Sure, leftovers can be tasty, but All Them Witches fans were used to getting new and better breakfasts, luncheons and dinners and instead got last Tuesday’s reheated bean burrito. Which is fine, if you dig burritos, but it is still not as good as a nice, juicy steak.
Goddam, is anyone else craving a meal? Why is it so smoky in here, and why do I want to eat burritos and Doritos?
Hehe. Dorito. Burrito.
Fuck. I need to focus. Moving on.
Any fan of the band could tell that something was up, and that Lost and Found was at best a B-Side. It soon became evident that something really was up. Keyboardist (and part-time violinist) Allan Van Cleave was out of the band. This left a gigantic Ray Manzarek-esque hole in the band’s sound. The breakup was not a good one, and left some scars.
Van Cleave was replaced by Jonathan Draper, and the band released the album ATW in Sept of 2018. Sonically, the album is sound, but seems to lack the spark of greatness that was in everything prior to Lost and Found. The technical skills are there - Draper knows his way around a keyboard, and that is clearly evident on Fishbelly 86 Onions - but it kinda (IMHO) sounds more like an amazing All Them Witches cover album than an actual effort by the band. It is kinda like Bryan Cranston dressing up in a Walter White mask. It is super close to previous efforts but just not the same, somehow. 1st vs. 2nd is a jam and so is Diamond, and the album has an unrelenting energy, but it is just a bit off the mark.
The band must have felt something similar. Draper was turfed from the group just a month after ATW dropped. Instead of trying to recreate the four member sound that had anchored them since John Cusak and Amanda Peet’s landmark film, they decided to choose a new direction entirely.
When bands shuffle their lineup, it tends to be adding members (like our very own ancient monarchs) or replacing members. Very few bands successfully delete members. Well, OK, that band from Liverpool did successfully delete Stuart Sutcliffe from its lineup and they went on to do alright. Genesis made a successful transition from a 4-piece to a 3-piece when Peter Gabriel left. Oasis got 100% better when Liam Gallagher and his ego both quit. But losing an integral part of your sound - and the keyboards were central in so many songs - would be a tough transition. The band’s fanbase-not-so secretly worried that the lack of keyboardist would spell the end. Thankfully, we were wrong.
All Them Witches took that leap. Digging into their nomenclature and lore, they released a single as a three-piece band on Halloween of 2019. 1X1 is an angry, powerful Stoner Rock jam with a video that is an homage to Jesus Christ Pose. It is a Kyuss-meets-Tool-meets-Led Zeppelin-at-a-Black-Sabbath-concert song that made everyone simultaneously applaud and exhale.
They were back.
The new LP Nothing as the Ideal just dropped on September 4th, 2020. It is a leaner, meaner iteration of the band that seems to have lost no momentum. Everything resonates with power. Saturnine and Iron Jaw evokes Tony Iommi riffage. The Children of Coyote Women is a direct callback to the album Lightning at the Door. 41 is a thumping tune and Enemy of my Enemy is a relentless sonic attack. But most importantly, we get to see All Them Witches evolve as a band but hang on to the core of their sound.
You’re never going to hear this band on your local top 40 radio station. You might catch them on College radio, if the DJ is cool enough. Like most great music nowadays, you have to go looking to find it. But when you do find it, what an amazing experience it can be.
So now you have completed your Hero’s Journey (Twist! It turns out that YOU were the hero all along!) According to the trope, you are now older and wiser because you have ventured out of your comfortable little world.
Now prove me right, hero. Go listen and awaken your inner stoner. And bring me some goddamn Doritos. Cool Ranch for the win.
Links to QOTSA
Josh has included All Them Witches on The Alligator Hour and is known to be a fan of the band.
A recent review of Nothing as the Ideal stated that Charles Michael Parks Jr.’s voice was “Fantastic...like a bassier Josh Homme”.
More importantly, All Them Witches are a Stoner Rock band...and Josh literally invented the genre. It is clear that while the band has grown and evolved and are taking themselves to new places, their music has been inspired by that downtuned, low desert Kyuss groove.
Their Music
Until it Unwinds
Heavy/Like a Witch
The Urn
Extra Pleasant EP
The Marriage of Coyote Woman
Funeral for a Great Drunken Bird
When God Comes Back -- Live and badass
Effervescent
Interstate Bleach Party
Howdy Hoodee Slank
Dirt Preachers -- Live in 2016
El Centro
This is Where it Falls Apart
Bulls
3-5-7
Fishbelly 86 Onions
1st vs. 2nd
Diamond
Under Pressure -- yes, that song.
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2020.09.25 12:00 NewYorkMetsBot Mets PREGAME THREAD - Friday, September 25

Mets @ Nationals - 06:05 PM EDT

Game Status: Pre-Game

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Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) Report
Mets Rick Porcello (1-6, 5.46 ERA, 56.0 IP) Porcello shaved more than half a run off his ERA last time out, when he matched his season high with seven effective innings. Next up are the Nationals, whom he's held to three runs in 13 innings this season.
Nationals Max Scherzer (4-4, 3.67 ERA, 61.1 IP) Scherzer goes for the win in his final start of the regular season. If he earns a "W," he will finish over .500 for the 11th straight season and tie with Clayton Kershaw for the longest active streak.
Mets Lineup vs. Scherzer AVG OPS AB HR RBI K
1 Nimmo - CF .143 .655 21 1 3 12
2 McNeil - RF .231 .641 13 0 0 3
3 Davis, J - DH .444 1.000 9 0 0 2
4 Smith, Do - LF .000 .182 8 0 1 5
5 Canó - 2B .143 .610 21 2 2 5
6 Alonso, P - 1B .154 .385 13 0 0 8
7 Gimenez - SS .333 1.333 3 0 0 1
8 Guillorme - 3B .750 1.600 4 0 1 1
9 Ramos, W - C .200 .450 20 0 2 2
10 Porcello - P .333 1.000 3 0 3 2
Nationals Lineup vs. Porcello AVG OPS AB HR RBI K
1 Stevenson - LF - - - - - -
2 Turner - SS .222 .778 9 1 1 1
3 Soto - RF .375 .944 8 0 1 2
4 Hernandez, Y - DH - - - - - -
5 Holt - 1B .000 .000 3 0 0 0
6 Gomes - C .333 .833 18 0 1 2
7 García - 2B - - - - - -
8 Harrison - 3B .167 .333 6 0 1 2
9 Robles - CF .500 1.000 4 0 1 0
10 Scherzer - P .000 .000 2 0 0 0
NLE Rank Team W L GB (E#) WC Rank WC GB (E#)
1 Atlanta Braves 34 23 - (-) - - (-)
2 Miami Marlins 29 28 5.0 (-) - - (-)
3 Philadelphia Phillies 28 29 6.0 (3) 3 0.5 (4)
4 New York Mets 26 31 8.0 (1) 5 2.5 (2)
5 Washington Nationals 23 34 11.0 (E) 7 5.5 (E)

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2020.09.24 20:15 normancrane Iris [2/3]

Part 1
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Kurt Schwaller, the foremost theoretical physicist of his time and renowned discoverer of the theory of everything, committed suicide at the age forty-two in the humble bedroom of his Swiss home by swallowing sleeping pills. As far as suicides go, it was graceful and considerate. His husband found him peacefully at rest. He left behind no research, no reports and no working hard drives. He was not terminally ill. He died with his boots off but his computer on, and exactly six hours after his death the computer executed its final chronjob, posting a suicide note to his Facebook page. The note was short and cryptic, and the way in which it spoke so purposefully from beyond the grave unnerved me. It ended: “Like Edith Piaf, I regret nothing. This was not inevitable.” Whether he meant his suicide or something more remained unclear.
“Who’s Kurt Schwaller?” Greta asked.
“He was a very smart scientist,” Jacinda said.
The monitor on the wall was playing Spirited Away. Nobody in the room asked the question that was on everybody’s mind. The internet condensed into a cluster of theories, before exploding as a hysterics of trolling and contradictory evidence. Depending on who was speaking, Kurt Schwaller had either been depressed for years or was the most cheerful person in the world. He simultaneously regretted discovering the theory and considered it the best means of keeping human life sustainable. His death was suspicious, tragic, commendable, prophetic. Some said good riddance. Others said their goodbyes. Yet, as a species, we never quite shook the gnawing belief that he indeed knew something that we didn’t, and that that knowledge was what killed him. His mind may have been as hermetically sealed as the wombs of the women around us, but in his death we sensed our own foretold. I was relieved I didn’t have a daughter to explain that to.
By April 15, no opossums had given birth. By itself that’s not a troubling fact. However, the average gestation period of an opossum is 12 to 13 days. Hamsters, mice and wombats follow with gestation periods of around 20 days, then wombats, chipmunks and squirrels. No recorded births of any of these species occurred in April. Physically, their females looked pregnant but that was as detailed as it got: “The specimens display the ordinary symptoms of pregnancy, but they are displaying them in excess of their expected due dates, although they do remain healthy and function comparatively well to their male counterparts.” My wife and I developed a fascination with a particular family of opossums in Ohio that we watched daily via webcam. We gave them names, we pretended to be their voices. Our opossums had adventures, family squabbles and bouts of stress at work. The daughter, Irene, was rebellious. The son, Ziggy, was a nerd. The dad, whom we dubbed Monsieur Charles, sold insurance and the mom, Yvette, worked as stay-at-home technical support for Amazon. We realized right away that we were already preparing for the storytelling phase of parenthood, but we didn’t stop. As uncertain as the future was, the preparation for it was ours and we enjoyed doing it together. Nothing would take that away from us. When I touched my wife’s body in the shower and pressed the palm of my hand against her tummy, it felt no different than it had felt a month before. There was no hardness, no lumps. It seemed unreal that somewhere beneath her skin, for reasons unknown, her body had produced a substance that was impervious to diamond saw blades and precision lasers—a substance that, at least if you believed the rumours, the Russians were already trying to synthesize to use as tank plating.
For the rest of April it rained. Streaks of water ran crookedly down windowpanes, following the laws of physics but just barely. If you stared long enough at the wet glass you forgot there was anything behind it. Eventually, all you saw was your own distorted reflection. I liked when my wife put her arms around me from behind and pressed her chest against my back. I didn’t feel alone.
Pillow started to show her pregnancy in May. The World Health Organization also amended its initial communique, stating that based on the evidence regarding the prolonged gestations of other mammals, it was no longer able to predict an influx of human births in late December. If mice and gerbils weren’t birthing as predicted, humans might not either. However, the amendment stated, preparations were still proceeding along a nine month timeline, and they were ahead of schedule. When the BBC showed field hospitals in South Sudan, I wondered what the schedule entailed because the images were of skeletal tent-like buildings that despite their newness already had the aura of contamination. My wife said it was naive to expect the same medical standards in developing countries as in developed ones. Perhaps she was right. The BBC repeated the platitude that there wasn’t enough money for everyone, listed the foreign aid and private funds that had come in, and interviewed a tired young doctor who patiently answered questions while wiping sweat from his eyebrows. The United States Supreme Court issued an injunction against the New York Time’s theory of everything evaluation website based on a barrage of challenges from corporations that claimed the website violated their intellectual property. Another website sprang up overnight in Sweden, anonymous and hosted from compact discs. Salvador Abaroa announced a free Tribe of Akna gathering at Wrigley Field. Bakshi called. He and Jacinda had argued, and she’d taken Greta and their car and driven to the gathering in Chicago. We watched it on television. Salvador Abaroa banged his gong and advanced his theories. The world was made of squiggles, not lines, and all this time we’d only been approximating reality in the way an mp3 file approximates sound waves, or the way in which we approximate temperature, by cutting it into neat and stable increments that we mistake as absolutes. Zurich opened its arms for Kurt Schwaller’s funeral, which was interrupted by a streaker baring the logo and slogan of a diaper company. Police tackled the streaker and—for a moment—the mourners cheered. Later, an investigation of Kurt Schwaller’s Dropbox account performed in the name of international security revealed that he had deleted large amounts of files in the days leading up to his suicide. The Mossad, Bakshi told me, had been secretly monitoring Kurt Schwaller for at least the past two years because of his Palestinian sympathies and were now piecing together his computer activities by recreating his monitor displays from the detailed heat signatures they’d collected. The technology was available, Bakshi assured me. It was possible. I was more worried when Ziggy the Ohioan opossum injured his left leg. “Oh my God, what happened?” Yvette asked when she saw his bandaged limb. “You told me to be more physically active, so I tried out for the soccer team, mom,” he answered. “Did you make the team?” My wife’s breath smelled like black coffee. “No, but I sure broke my leg.” After pausing for some canned laughter, Yvette waddled obligingly toward Ziggy. “Well, you should at least have some of my homemade pasta,” she said. I made eating noises. “Do you know why they call it pasta, mom?” My wife turned from the monitor to look at me. “I don’t,” she said in her normal voice. “Because you already ate it,” I said. We laughed, concocted ever sillier plot lines and watched the webcam late into an unusually warm May night.
In June, I returned to work and Pillow joined the list of pregnant mammals now past their due dates. She ate and drank regularly, and other than waddling when she walked she was her old self. My wife started to show signs of pregnancy in June, too. It made me happy even as it reinforced the authenticity of the coming known unknown, as a former American Secretary of Defense might have called it. My wife developed the habit of posing questions in pairs: do you love me, and what do you think will happen to us? Am I the woman that as a boy you dreamed of spending your life with, and if it’s a girl do you hope she’ll be like me? Sometimes she trembled so faintly in her sleep that I wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming or in the process of waking. I pressed my body to hers and said that I wished I could share the pregnancy with her. She said that it didn’t feel like it was hers to share. She said she felt heavy. I massaged her shoulders. We kept the windows open during the day and the screen mesh out because the insects that usually invade southwestern Ontario in late May and early June hadn’t appeared. Birds and reptiles stopped laying eggs. We luxuriated in every bite of pancake that we topped with too much butter and drowned in maple syrup. We talked openly with our mouths full about the future because the world around us had let itself descend into a self-censoring limbo. The opossum webcam went dark. Bakshi dropped by the apartment one night, unannounced and in the middle of a thunderstorm. There was pain on his face. “What if what Kurt Schwaller meant was that fate was not inevitable until we made it so,” he said, sobbing. “What if our reality was a series of forking paths and by discovering the theory of everything we locked ourselves forever into one of them?” Jacinda had left him. “You’ll get her back,” I said. My wife made him a cup of tea that he drank boiling hot. He put down the cup—then picked it up and threw it against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to see if I could do something that I didn’t really want to do.” I bent down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain. “You’ll get her back, Bakshi,” my wife said. Rain dripped onto our table from the ends of his black hair. “I don’t think so. I think we’re locked in and Kurt Schwaller took the only way out there is.” We didn’t let him go home. We discretely took all the knives from the kitchen and hid them in our bedroom, and did the same with the medicine in our bathroom, and Bakshi slept on our sofa, snoring loudly. He was still sad in the morning but felt better. We ate scrambled eggs, knowing that unless chickens started laying them again we were having a nonrenewable resource for breakfast.
Time was nonrenewable. My wife and I tried to take advantage of each second. But for every ten things we planned, we only did one. Our ambitions exceeded our abilities. On some days we were inexcusably lazy, lying in bed together until noon, and on others we worked nonstop at jobs like painting the walls, which later seemed insignificant. We considered leaving the city when the smog got too thick and renting a cottage in the country but we didn’t want to be without the safety of the nearness of hospitals and department stores. When we were scared, we made love. We ate a lot. We read short stories to each other. Outside our apartment, the world began to resemble its normal rhythms, with the exception that everywhere you went all the women were visibly pregnant. Some tried to hide it with loosely flowing clothes. Others bared their bellies with pride. I flirted with a supermarket cashier with an Ouroboros tattoo encircling her pierced belly button. After she handed me my change I asked her if she’d had it done before or after March 27. “Before,” she said. “What does it mean?” I asked. “That people have been making up weird shit for a long time and we’re still fucking here.” In Pakistan, the United Nations uncovered a mass grave of girls killed because they were pregnant—to protect the honour of their families. When I was a kid in Catholic school, my favourite saint was Saint Joseph because I wanted to love someone as much as he must have loved Mary to believe her story about a virgin birth.
On July 1, we subduably celebrated Canada Day. On July 4, my wife shook me awake at six in the morning because she was having back spasms and her stomach hurt. She got out of bed, wavered and fell and hit her head on the edge of a shelf, opening up a nasty gash. I helped her to the bathroom sink, where we washed the wound and applied a band-aid. She tried throwing up in the toilet but couldn’t. The sounds of her empty retching made me cold. The cramps got worse. I picked her up and carried her out of the apartment—Pillow whined as I closed the door—and down to the underground garage, where I helped her into the back seat of our car. Pulling out into the street, I was surprised by the amount of traffic. It was still dark out but cars were already barrelling by. On Lake Shore, the traffic was even worse. I turned on the radio and the host was in the middle of a discussion about livestock, so I turned the radio off. Farther in the city foot traffic joined car traffic and the lights couldn’t have changed more slowly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw women collapsing on the sidewalks, clutching their stomachs. I kept my eyes ahead. At a red light, a black woman kept banging on the passenger’s side door until I rolled down the window. She asked if she could get a ride. I asked to where. “To the hospital, where else?” she said in sing-song Jamaican. I let her in and at the green light stepped as heavily on the gas as I could. In the back seat, my wife’s eyes were barely open. The Jamaican woman was in better shape. Noticing my concern, she said, “Don’t worry yourself none. I was like that this morning, too, but I’m better now. It comes and then it goes.” I was still worried. The streets around the hospital were packed with parked cars, but I found a spot by turning the wrong way up a one way street. The wheel hit the curb. I got out. The Jamaican woman helped me with my wife, and the three of us covered the distance from the car to the hospital in minutes. Ambulance sirens wailed close by. I heard the repetitive thump of helicopter blades. I glanced at my watch. 7:24. In the hospital, the hallways and waiting room were packed. There was standing room only. I left my wife leaning against a sliver of wall and ran to the reception desk. The Jamaican woman had disappeared. When I opened my mouth to speak, the receptionist cut me off: “Just take a seat, Mister, same as everybody else. Stay alert, stay calm. If you need water you can get it down the hall. We’re trying to get as many doctors down here as we can as quickly as we can, but the roads are jammed and there’s more than one hospital. That’s all I’ve been told.” I relayed the information to my wife word for word, once I found her—the waiting room was becoming encrusted with layers of incoming people—and then they shut the hospital doors—and my wife nodded, looking at me with eyes that wanted to close. I kept her lids open with my thumbs. My watch read 7:36. I wanted to tell her I loved her but was stupidly embarrassed by the presence of so many people who might laugh. I didn’t want to be cheesy. “It comes and it goes,” I said, “so just keep your eyes open for me until it goes, please.” She smiled, and I touched my lips to hers without kissing them. Her lips were dry. Around me shouts were erupting. There was a television in the corner of the waiting room, showing scenes of crowded hospitals in Sydney and Paris, and violence in Rio de Janeiro, where families huddled together in the streets while men, young and old, flung rocks, bricks and flaming bottles at a cordon of black-clad BOPE behind which politicians and their families were running from shiny cars to state-run clinics. My wife’s weak voice brought me back to the present. “What do you think happened to Monsieur Charles?” she asked. “I don’t know, but I’d guess he’s probably just getting ready for work now,” I said. She smiled and the pressure on my thumbs increased. Her eyes started to roll back into her head. “Don’t go away,” I said. “Don’t leave me.” I felt her eyes sizzle and shake like frying spheres of bacon. I couldn’t hold them open anymore. I didn’t know what to do. The shouting in the hospital had devolved into chaos. “Do you know why they call it pasta?” I said. I didn’t expect her to answer. I didn’t expect any reaction, but, “Because I already ate it,” she said, smiling—and it was the last thing she ever said, her last smile I ever saw, because in that moment there was a horrible whine that made me press my fists against my ears and in the same instant every woman in the hospital exploded.

Since

Blood, guts and bone shards blanketed the surfaces of the waiting room, making it look like the inside of an unwashed jar of strawberry jam. My wife was gone. Every woman in the room was gone. The space behind the reception desk stood eerily empty. The television in the corner was showing the splattered lens of a camera that a hand suddenly wiped clean—its burst of motion a shock to the prevailing stillness—to reveal the peaceful image of a Los Angeles street in which bloodied men and boys stood frozen, startled…
I was too numb to speak.
Someone unlocked the hospital doors but nobody entered.
The waiting room smelled like an abattoir.
My clothes smelled like an abattoir.
I walked toward the doors, opened them with my hip and continued into the morning sunlight. I half expected shit to rain down from the skies. If I had a razor blade in my pocket I would have slit my wrists, but all I had was my wallet, my car keys and my phone. Sliding my fingers over the keys reminded me how dull they were. I didn’t want to drive. I didn’t want anything, but if I had to do something I would walk. I stepped on the heel of one shoe with the toe of another and slid my shoe off. The other one I pulled off with my hand. I wasn’t wearing socks. I hadn’t had enough time to put them on. I threw the shoes away. I wanted to walk until my feet hurt so much that I couldn’t walk anymore.
I put one foot in front of the other all the way back to my apartment building, waited for the elevator, and took it to my floor. In the hall, I passed a man wearing clean summer clothes. He didn’t give my bloody ones a second glance. I nodded to him, he nodded back, and I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked in. My feet left footprints on the linoleum. A dark, drying stain in the small space between the fridge and the kitchen wall was all that was left of Pillow. She’d squeezed in and died alone. I took out a mop and rotely removed the stain. Then I took off my clothes, flung them on the bed, which was as unmade as when we left it, took a shower and laid down on the crumpled sheets beside the only pieces of my wife that I had left. My sleep smelled like an abattoir.
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2020.09.24 17:55 Uhidkmaybeyes Loving You Isn't Easy

I love you dearly, that's never been in doubt. But we seem so distant right now. I feel like I'm dealing with the fact that you opened yourself up fully, put your heart into a relationship and got crushed. That's your cost of entry and I'm happy to pay it but damn if it isn't hard as hell sometimes. I'm the one that's dealing with the aftermath and a partner who feels like they're holding back in some way.
I feel like I'm being judged all the time, like my lack of serious experience is constantly viewed as a negative. I'm sorry I'm not your ex, sometimes I wish I was. Maybe then you'd choose me without feeling obligated because I'm a good partner and you know that. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like I'm being compared to a broken, failed, and seemingly toxic relationship that brought you so much pain. I wonder what I've done wrong to add to this, I know I have and I'm truly sorry for that. I feel like I'm always apologizing for someone else's mistakes, like my words get misconstrued as theirs and my intentions marred. I can't express my feelings or insecurities without you feeling judged or that "I'm upset at you for having a past". That's not true, I just feel like it has a strong impact on our present.
I guess I have to come clean to my family since you feel like you aren't good enough. Why am I the only one that's always sacrificing? Why must you take my words at the most negative meaning possible? Why do I have to initiate the calls, the dates, the plans, the texts. I have you muted on every platform because I can't keep checking my phone and getting excited over a random "I love you" and then radio silence for six hours or more. You're so busy right now, I know. That's why I'm not trying to ask anything of you. You don't have much to give and that's fine, I'll carry the weight for us both. But I wish I could feel like you were actively interested in our relationship. You don't want to do questions, you don't want to play games, maybe I'm just stressed out and frustrated. But I feel like you wish you were single and didn't have to put in the effort. I'm sorry I can't be stronger for us. I'm sorry I'm so needy but I'm glad you haven't noticed. I'm going to word hard to be better for me and for us. But why must I feel like I have to drag this relationship along? I feel like I'm two feet in the water, pushing your float down river. I just hope one day you truly do feel safe and loved by me. I know you say you do, but your actions say otherwise. I love you and want you to heal, I want to help you heal until you're stronger, healthier, better than before. You're my person and I hope you'll see me as yours one day.
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2020.09.23 21:26 nprstaff NPR claims to be for Truth and Fairness unless its KCLU operated by the Lutheran Church.

An NPR station in Thousand Oaks fired employees wrongfully and when they took to Twitter to out the General Manager of KCLU Radio in Thousand Oaks, the abusive manager hired a lawyer to scare former NPR employees from posting facts about their terminations. Here is the response that was sent to Mr. McDermott of Thousand Oaks, CA from the law firm Ferguson Orr and Paterson - a firm in Ventura County that failed to add their own State Bar to the Demand Letter.

My response is as follows and details the behavior I saw my boss, Mary Olson of Camarillo California involved in. Then she had to audacity to threaten me with a libel suit. Doctine of Clean Hands is obviously not her forte. But when youengage in sex, and people see you engaged in sex around town with someone other than your husband, that's what happens. So, don't report it to HR, because that's why I was fired.


Dear Mr. McDermot,

I am in receipt of your letter, dated September 16, 2020. It was delivered today to me without an envelope or official stamp, in Xerox form from a man who identified himself as a Ventura Sheriff Deputy. He presented his police badge and when I asked for his name, he refused to provide it. I called your firm's office and was hung up on by your office manager and receptionist. Your employees are not friendly or professional Mr. McDermott, and I hope you remind them that if your employee is identifying himself as a police officer, your receptionist has an obligation to identify that person. She did nothing but hasten my desire to report his behavior to police.

The Ventura Sheriff's Watch Commander on duty request I get the name of your employee so I can proceed with filing a police report. I trust you will provide this man's name, as you know identifying oneself as a law enforcement officer is a misdemeanor as per CA penal code. [Cal. Penal Code § 538d]

As for your client, Ms. Olson the following is true:

  1. I was employed by California Lutheran University. The university was represented by your firm, however Ms. Olson was not a party to that lawsuit or settlement that followed.

  1. As you know, your firm represented California Lutheran University and appeared on their behalf at the Santa Barbara Equal Employment Opportunity Office. Your firm has a copy of that settlement agreement. I ask you review it because there was no "NDA" clause. The agreement included the amount of money California Lutheran University finally agreed to settle and compensate me for the overtime they owed to me. It also included other miscellaneous items like removing my voice from the airwaves, but no Non-Disclosure Agreement was included. I have the agreement as should you, therefore I am confused as to why you are not aware of this fact. Your reference to my tweet mentioning an NDA is moot and my confusion is based in why you seem to be in the dark about these facts available to you because your firm represented CLU. You should have a copy of that agreement.

Mr. McDermot, you don't know this, but I and other listeners of KCLU in the community have heard my voice played on air at KCLU despite our settlement agreement, however I overlooked this violation of our agreement and did not pursue compensation for the many times it's occurred since I was terminated. Therefore I'd like to add that if Ms. Olson pursues a lawsuit against me alleging libel, I will be forced to counter-sue for compensation in breaking the original agreement by playing my voice on air.

  1. As for my response to your accusations that my tweets are lies and composed in an effort to damage your client's "reputation" in the community, I would ask you speak to Ms.Olsen, because my defense to your allegations of "libel" is that my tweet and the information included in it, is true. Your client is being less than forthright with you about her sexual escapades. I suggest you remind her of some additional facts that may jog Ms. Olson's memory about her conduct during the 2012-2014 years. Some time has passed, therefore I can understand her confusion, however I am not the only employee privy to her philandering. Ms. Olson has been spotted around the City of Thousand Oaks engaging in sex acts or lurid behavior on two separate occasions. I also followed her one evening after seeing her driving near my grandparents home in the Santa Rosa area of Camarillo and witnessed Ms. Olson going to the home of a high-dollar KCLU donor at approximately 9pm. That home belongs to her current husband, the man she was philandering with, and the man I [and two other employees] witnessed her engaged in sex acts with.

I would also like to inform you that I went to Human Resources at California Lutheran University approximately 2 months prior to my termination and reported Ms. Olsen's conduct toward me, in addition to the sex acts I witnessed her engaged in. Therefore, there is record of my reporting this event to the HR Department and Mr. Mcdermot, I was fired for reporting that information to HR, just as my tweet expressed.

Mr. McDermot, I reported her behavior because Ms. Olson was also engaging in sex inside the radio station, in her office and I could hear them when I put my ear up against her office door. Again, your firm represented CLU, therefore I am shocked you are not privy to this information about Ms. Olson's conduct and the many other employees who she has fired due to their reporting her behavior at work. We were all informed by the HR Director, that since Ms. Olson is the daughter of a high-ranking Lutheran Provost, she cannot be fired, despite her long record of misconduct. CLU HR knows Ms. Olson is a problem, because she's been a problem since the station was founded. CLU has had many complaints about Ms. Olson, and I suggest you remind your client that these records exist. If a lawsuit against me were to proceed, I will subpoena my HR records and the former HR Director I reported the conduct to substantiate my defense; in addition to the two other former employees who experienced similar scenarios involving your client. The HR dept has a long record of her conduct. Mr. McDermot, I did indeed witness Ms. Olson engaged in sex acts in a Thousand Oaks parking lot. I am not the only person who has seen this activity. On another occasion, a fellow CLU employee witnessed Ms. Olsen engaged in behavior with a man he knew was not her husband and asked me at work about it. Ms. Olson's conduct was also mentioned in email sent to coworkers in the Development dept detailing the event I witnessed, and I know you have copies of those emails because your firm attempted to use them as leverage against me. Those records and emails are also on a potential subpoena list if this lawsuit alleging libel is pursued.

Your client Ms. Olson has lead you to believe that she is of a high moral ground in this scenario and in her every day life. I apologize she lead you astray. However, her sexual behavior is well known to former employees of both KCLU and CLU. Please remind Ms. Olson that her activity and behavior was already documented with Human Resources by me, she was also witnessed by another female and male employee of CLU being intimate and kissing a man these employees knew was not her husband and approached me at work about it. Ms. Olson should know that I have no issues requesting a subpoena to have those former employees I still have contact with if she were to pursue this ridiculous notion that I am not being truthful about her conduct. Ms. Olson should conduct herself in a less provocative way if she is so concerned about her reputation.

Ms. Olson knows that I resided one block away from her during my time of employment at KCLU, and that I still maintain communication with her former neighbors where she lived with her former husband. Please remind Ms. Olson that her entire neighborhood in Marlboro Homes of Moorpark knew she was philandering because her ex-husband informed neighbors, Mr. McDermot. Ms. Olson has a short memory and she should take this issue up with her former husband who she decided to cheat on and then abandon with three kids. I suggest you rid yourself of her as a client, because this is a case your firm cannot and will not win. This won't be the first time Ms. Olson has lied about her conduct at work, and this is also documented with Human Resources at CLU by other employees. I actually pity you for getting Ms. Olson as a client, because she has always conducted herself in a manner that could be construed as less-than-savory, and I would hate for your firm to be dragged down with her.

  1. In closing I ask that you please provide me with the name of your employee who identified himself as a law enforcement officer employed at the Ventura Sheriff's Dept to deliver a letter on your behalf. This was not a process server, and therefore was he committing a crime when he gained access to our gated building by lying to the property manager. I have him captured on video telling the property manager he is a Ventura Sheriff and I need to proceed with filing a police report. I ask you do provide this employee's name otherwise I will be left with no choice but to file a complaint with the State Bar of CA about this violation that occurred today. I would prefer you not put me in that situation and just identify this man and then terminate your relationship with him, as he is putting your firm at risk; as is Ms. Olson.

Good day, please let me know if you have further questions.
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2020.09.23 01:55 iwritesinsnotcomedy What 90210 story lines have you lived out in your own life?

A few of my examples: we had a set of twins in my close high school friend group; I’ve been to warehouse raves; I grew up near the beach; I dated (married) a girl with an eating disorder; my best friend dated one of the higher-up faculty’s daughter when we were in college; I had a child in college who had medical complications when he was born; I do theatre; I took a trip to Europe with my friends; I kissed a friend’s girlfriend when he was in Europe; I got publicly drunk at a community activity highlighting sober teens my senior year of high school - I was barred from some activities but still got to graduate; I was a DJ on our college radio station; a friend of mine was arrested on drug charges when we were in college; my friend group was involved with the campus TV station; I’ve written for a newspapenational magazines; my son worked at a local diner; I have access to an event space where I can host bands and other events and I pretend in my head it is the After Dark; my daughter is currently recording an album; my youngest children (boy and girl) are 2 years to the week apart in age - many people think they are twins; I worry about who my daughter dates but was probably not as strict with my older son. I think I’ve been the entire cast.
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2020.09.22 21:18 dgibso29 [A3: Main] Operation Mountain Lion Retaliation SAT SEP26 1900 UTC

Operation Mountain Lion
By Gibbs
[A3: Main] Operation Mountain Lion Retaliation SAT SEP26 1900 UTC
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Map of AO
SITUATION
Russian-backed rebels have taken over the recently-decommissioned FOB Abo. US Rangers have been deployed to retake the FOB & root out rebel bases of operation in the AO.
This situation is developing. Check back for updates.
A training camp & a SIGINT site have been identified. Additional rebel activity has been reported in the region and must be investigated.
ENEMY FORCES
Irregular infantry using Russian equipment supported by light vehicles. Heavier Russian-operated assets are a possibility.
FRIENDLY FORCES
1st Platoon's Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie squads will be supported by an MH-60L DAP callsign WRAITH. 3x 155mm howitzers (HELLHAMMER) have also been tasked to 1st Platoon.
MISSION
Primary Objectives:
Secondary Objective:
SYSTEM NOTES
Terrain: Vinjesvingen
Respawn: Group Respawn.
Radios: Standard.
Slotting:
Use this in your slotting comment:
IGN: (Your name) SLOT: Alpha 1 Rifleman Hi, I'm New! (If new) 
SLOT DESCRIPTIONS
This list is not guaranteed to be up to date! Do a quick look through the comments to make sure your slot hasn't already been claimed.
BLUFOR##

Callsign/Role IGN Equipment
1PL
CO M16A2 + M203
XO sniper 190 M16A2 + M203
FAC Ducktator M16A2 + M203
PL MED K R A T O S M4
WRAITH MH-60L DAP (Rockets, Hellfires!)
Pilot Zefyr MP5A2
Co-Pilot/Crew Chief Volc MP5A2 -- CHILL SLOT
MMG M240
MMG Team Leader Obv M16A2 + M203
MMG Gunner Skycaptin M240
MMG Assistant Gunner zbrodniarz M16A2
CLS Disco M4
ASL
SL Wallace M16A2 + M203
MED Cre8or M4
Alpha 1
FTL Kennedy M16A2 + M203
CLS Cloby M4
AR The Eternal Bubbinator M249
AAR Buttockhead M16A2
GREN M16A2 + M203
Rifleman (AT) Waterplant M4 + M136
Alpha 2
FTL AutarkOS M16A2 + M203
CLS M4
AR Fumbl M249
AAR Just-Tom M16A2
DM Bobby M14 + ACOG
Rifleman (AT) M4 + M136
BSL -- LOCKED
Bravo 1 -- LOCKED
Bravo 2 -- LOCKED
CSL -- LOCKED
Charlie 1 -- LOCKED
Charlie 2 -- LOCKED

Reserves: EchoCode
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2020.09.22 11:00 RedsModerator Reds Game Day Thread - Tuesday, September 22

Brewers @ Reds - 06:40 PM EDT

Links & Info

Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) Report
Brewers Brett Anderson (3-3, 4.38 ERA, 39.0 IP) Anderson remains a steady innings-eater for the Brewers, completing at least five innings in five consecutive starts.
Reds Sonny Gray (5-3, 3.94 ERA, 45.2 IP) Gray, who hasn't pitched since Sept. 10 because of a right mid-back strain, will be activated from the 10-day IL for the start. His last two outings were subpar, going 0-2 with a 24.75 ERA in them.
Brewers Lineup vs. Gray, S AVG OPS AB HR RBI K
1 Peterson - 2B .167 .333 12 0 0 3
2 Yelich - LF .333 1.389 9 1 3 3
3 Braun - RF .300 .964 10 1 1 4
4 Vogelbach - DH .333 .667 3 0 0 2
5 Gyorko - 1B .000 .000 2 0 0 1
6 Arcia - SS .222 .522 9 0 0 1
7 Sogard - 3B .000 .200 4 0 0 0
8 Taylor - CF - - - - - -
9 Nottingham - C - - - - - -
10 Anderson, B - P .000 .000 2 0 0 2
Reds Lineup vs. Anderson, B AVG OPS AB HR RBI K
1 Aquino, A - LF - - - - - -
2 Castellanos - RF .357 .786 14 0 0 0
3 Votto - 1B .267 .646 15 0 2 2
4 Suárez, E - 3B .250 1.271 12 2 4 2
5 Moustakas - 2B .333 .833 6 0 1 2
6 Stephenson, T - DH - - - - - -
7 Senzel - CF .333 .667 3 0 1 0
8 Farmer - SS .143 .429 7 0 1 1
9 Casali - C .143 .714 7 1 2 0
10 Gray, S - P .000 .000 2 0 0 2
NLC Rank Team W L GB (E#) WC Rank WC GB (E#)
1 Chicago Cubs 32 22 - (-) - - (-)
2 St. Louis Cardinals 26 25 4.5 (-) - - (-)
3 Cincinnati Reds 28 27 4.5 (-) 1 +0.5 (-)
4 Milwaukee Brewers 26 27 5.5 (8) 3 0.5 (7)
5 Pittsburgh Pirates 15 39 17.0 (E) 9 12.0 (E)

Around the Division

CHC @ PIT 07:05 PM EDT
STL @ KC 08:05 PM EDT
Last Updated: 09/22/2020 03:12:19 PM EDT, Update Interval: 5 Minutes
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2020.09.22 05:56 morshedulpython Watch NFR Live Stream 2020 Texas Rodeo Onlin

Watch NFR Live Stream 2020 Texas Rodeo Onlin

Watch NFR Live Stream 2020 Texas Rodeo Online


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When talking about 2020 Rodeo is basically it basically refers to an annual [National Finals Rodeo](https://nfrliverodeo.com/) event that is meant to happen on Thursday, December 3rd to the Saturday 12th at the Globe Life Field which is located in Arlington, Texas, United States. Additionally, the scheduled event is supposed to cover about Bareback Riding, Barrel Racing, Bull Riding, Saddle Bronc Riding, Steer Wrestling, Team Roping and Time-down Roping. Importantly, NFR live stream 2020. The NFR is shaping up to be one of the most competitive and entertaining rodeos that the world has ever seen. The top cowboys in the world will be putting their boots on and taking each other on to try and claim a world championship in their respective events. Mark your calendars and make sure you do not miss out on a single second of action this December.
Long before the Dallas Cowboys were winning Super Bowls in American football, real-life cowboys were competing in the “Super Bowl of Rodeo” in Dallas, Texas as early as 1959. The seven-competition tradition began there, but also saw stops in Los Angeles, California from 1962 to 1964, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma from 1965 to 1984, and Las Vegas host since 1985 but in 2020 The National Finals Rodeo will move from its usual home in Las Vegas to Globe Life Field in Arlington in what would be the park’s first major non-baseball event since its opening this past spring.
Rodeo fans are eagerly waiting to see theNFR live stream. The National Finals Rodeo is not the only showcase of the best cowboys but also showcase of patience, bravery and spurs.

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Venue
Globe Life Field, Arlington, Texas, United States
Start Date
Thursday, 3rd December 2020
End Date
Saturday, 12th December 2020
Broadcast
The Cowboy Channel
Live Stream
Watch Here
So, don’t miss a single moment of the WNFR live action. Don’t worry, If you can’t attend in Texas NFR, we’ll discuss here how to watch National Finals Rodeo online real-time TV coverage.
Contents [hide]
  • 1 When is the National Finals Rodeo?
  • 2 Where will the NFR Texas 2020 be held?
  • 3 What TV Channel will the NFR be on?
  • 4 How to watch NFR Live Stream 2020 Online
  • 4.1 The Cowboys Channel
  • 4.2 PRCA on The Cowboy Channel+ App
  • 4.3 RFD-TV Now
  • 4.3.1 Supported platforms
  • 4.4 Sling TV
  • 4.4.1 Supported platforms
  • 4.5 2020 NFR Live Stream Using a VPN
  • 4.5.1 ExpressVPN
  • 4.5.2 IPVanish
  • 4.5.3 NordVPN
  • 5 Can I listen to NFR 2020 live stream on radio?
  • 6 NFR Live Online on Social Media
  • 6.1 YouTube
  • 6.2 Facebook
  • 6.3 Twitter
  • 6.4 Reddit
  • 7 How much are tickets to the NFR?
  • 8 Everything You Need to Know About NFR
  • 9 Main Performance
  • 9.1 Bareback Riding
  • 9.2 Steer Wrestling
  • 9.3 Team Roping
  • 9.3.1 Headers
  • 9.3.2 Heelers
  • 9.4 Saddle Bron Riding
  • 9.5 Tie-Down Roping
  • 9.6 Barrel Racing
  • 9.7 Bull Riding
  • 9.8 All-Around Champion
  • 10 Contestants
  • 11 Super Bowl of Rodeo
  • 12 Miss Rodeo America
  • 13 Wrangler NFR Preshow
  • 14 Cowboy Christmas
  • 15 Standings
  • 16 NFR Prize Money
  • 17 Wrangler NFR World Champions
  • 18 Final Words

When is the National Finals Rodeo?

For individuals who plan on attending the NFR festivities in Texas, there are a variety of sponsored activities to get involved with during the 10-day period between 9:00AM to 5:00PM (PT). Each night’s NFR performances will officially take place between 6:45PM to 9:00PM (PT). See complete NFR schedule page.

Where will the NFR Texas 2020 be held?

All of the NFR’s main performances will take place at the Globe Life Field in Arlington, Texas. Normally home of the home of the Texas Rangers baseball team, this venue can seat up to 40,300 people and tickets will go on sale to the public on Sept. 25, 2020.

What TV Channel will the NFR be on?

The Cowboy Channel is the official media partner for the PRCA and Wrangler NFR 2020. Because this is an exclusive deal between the network and the PRCA, the NFR will not be shown on any other TV network during the 10-day period.

How to watch NFR Live Stream 2020 Online

The Wrangler NFR is a 10-day event that includes the fan-favorite Cowboy Christmas as well as the PRCA National Convention. The schedule also includes nightly Buckle Presentations, Benny Binion’s World Famous Wrangler NFR Bucking Horse Sale, the PRCA Awards Banquet and Gala also the Pro Rodeo League of Women Style Show and Luncheon. All performances will be covered by The Cowboy Channel live and simulcast on RFD-TV. Wrangler National Finals Rodeo (NFR) move to The Cowboy Channel (TCC) and RFD-TV beginning in 2020. The performances will also be streamed on the PRCA on Cowboy Channel Plus app. The PRCA on Cowboy Channel Plus app users will be able to stream events both live and recorded.

The Cowboys Channel

The ultimate annual rodeo event will now be seen by millions of people live simultaneously on two national TV networks. Also included in the deal is a wide variety of other PRCA programming, including expanded live coverage of the PRORODEO TOUR and the PRCA’s Xtreme Bulls Tour events which will result in a huge increase in the amount, availability and quality of PRCA PRORODEO coverage on The Cowboy Channel here. The Cowboy Channel now available on Dish Network-232, Direct TV-603, Cox-260 anytime, and anywhere. You can enjoy Rural Media on these platforms:
  • AT&T (Channel 568 & 1568)
  • Charter Spectrum
  • Comcast
  • Cox
  • DIRECTV (Channel 345)
  • DIRECTV NOW
  • DISH (Channel 231)
  • Mediacom
  • Sling TV’s Heartland Package
  • Suddenlink
To find out if RFD-TV and The Cowboy Channel are available in your area, please click here and enter your zip code also choose your Pay TV provider.

PRCA on The Cowboy Channel+ App

The PRCA on The Cowboy Channel+ App will keep fans up-to-date with their favorite PRCA rodeos and athletes, as well as provide behind-the-scenes access to livestreamed and on demand PRCA rodeo events from around the country. The content can be accessed via the mobile app (available on Android and iOS), as well as any browser, smart TV or device. Viewers will be able to enjoy free access to up-to-the-minute news, bios, rodeos and highlights. Those with a subscription will unlock premium content such as up to six simultaneous live rodeo feeds, classic PRCA archived rodeos, The Cowboy Channel video-on-demand programming, and the only place viewers can stream the National Finals Rodeo (NFR). The Cowboy Channel+ is available for only $9.99 a month or save up to 25% and purchase the whole year for $89.99. To sign up for the PRCA on The Cowboy Channel+ App, visit www.cowboychannelplus.com.

RFD-TV Now

RFD-TV Now delivers both real-time NFR 2020 LIVE programming as well as an expansive on-demand library with access to more than 90 shows such as Hee Haw, Opry Encore, The Best of the Marty Stuart Show, Ag PHD, and FarmHer, as well as daily broadcasts of Market Day Report and Rural Evening News. RFD-TV Now is available on a huge lineup of streaming players and devices including Roku players, Roku TVs, and Amazon’s Fire TV. RFD-TV Now costs $9.99 a month or $89.99 a year.
Supported platforms
Can I watch RFD-TV on Roku, Fire TV, Apple TV, or Chromecast? Yes! you can here is the complete list:
  • Android 4.4+
  • Android TV 5.0+
  • Apple TV 9.0+
  • Amazon Fire TV
  • IOS 9.0+
  • Roku
  • Web: Chrome, Firefox, IE11, Edge

Sling TV

Sling TV includes RFD TV as part of their Sling Blue Heartland Extra package for $35 a month. Sling TV has 30 channels as part of their plan, including A&E, AMC, BET, Bravo, Cartoon Network, CNN, Comedy Central, Discovery, Disney Channel, E!, ESPN, Food Network, Fox News, Freeform, FX, HGTV, History, Investigation Discovery, Lifetime, MSNBC, Paramount Network, Syfy, TBS, TLC, TNT, Travel Channel, truTV, and USA Network.
This is the full Sling TV Channel List.
Every Sling TV subscriber can record to their 10 hours Cloud DVR, while 3 users can stream at the same time.
Supported platforms
Sling TV supports a wide-range of devices to stream including Amazon Fire TV, Apple TV, Google Chromecast, Roku, iPhone/iPad, Web Browsers, Android Phone/Tablet, Android TV, Xbox, Samsung Smart TV, LG Smart TV, and VIZIO Smart TV. Sling TV is not available to stream on PlayStation and Nintendo.

2020 NFR Live Stream Using a VPN

Sling TV is only available to residents of the United States. Even viewers located in our neighbor to the north, Canada, cannot access the Sling TV service. In these situations, a reliable and encrypted VPN (Virtual Private Network) can prove to be helpful. A VPN will allow an individual to remotely connect to a server located in a different country that allows the desired website viewing to take place. The following VPNs can prove to be very useful:
  • ExpressVPN
  • This source offers a selection of servers that spans over 90 countries. Currently, they offer monthly ($12.95/month), semi-annual ($59.95/6-months), and annual ($99.95) plans. Included with each plan is the offer of a 30-day money back guarantee in the event that a user is dissatisfied.
  • IPVanish
  • The offering from this source includes servers that span over 60 countries. The current subscription plans consist of monthly ($10/month), quarterly ($26.99/3-months), and annual ($77.99/year) options. Included with each plan is the offer of a 7-day money back guarantee in the event that a user is dissatisfied.
  • NordVPN
  • While maintaining a selection of servers that spans over 60 countries, this VPN source currently has subscription plans that consist of monthly ($11.95/month), semi-annual ($54/6-months), annual ($83.88/year), and bi-annual ($95.75/2-years) options.
Once you have connected to US’ Fastest server, the Sling website will instantly be accessible to you. Simply subscribe to Sling Live TV service and enjoy live streaming of all your favorite TV channels right at home!

Can I listen to NFR 2020 live stream on radio?

This season, you can hear daily from the ten days of the Wrangler NFR, scheduled for Dec. 3-12 (find an affiliate near you), as well as on SiriusXM serving rural America and Canada and is available to more than 34 million vehicles and homes. RURAL RADIO also offers a broad slate of Western sports programming year-round featuring Western Sports Roundup and coverage of WPCA and PRCA events.
Launched in March 2019 under the theme of “All Dirt, All Rodeo, All Year,” NFR Extra follows current and former rodeo contestants, country music performers, stock contractors, rodeo industry insiders and more. New episodes are released weekly with the plan to broadcast daily from the ten days of the Wrangler NFR, scheduled for Dec. 3-12. If not listening on RURAL RADIO Channel 147 on SiriusXM, NFR Extra can be accessed at NFRexperience.com or on Spotify, Apple Podcast, iHeart or anywhere fans like to listen.

NFR Live Online on Social Media

One increasingly popular method of viewing NFR live stream comes in the form of social media viewing. The way this typically works is through an individual using their mobile device to live stream the event to a social media platform of their choosing. The most popular platforms for this method are as follows:
  • YouTube
  • The most popular video-sharing site on the planet has historically built its name upon uploaded videos. However, the site now allows live-streaming capabilities, making it perfect for free viewing of live events such as NFR, as long as a streaming user can be found.
  • Facebook
  • Various individual accounts or pages are bound to be streaming the National Finals Rodeo events. Interested individuals will have to search for these opportunities throughout the platform as it gets closer to the festivities.
  • Twitter
  • This platform has increasingly become the go-to place for action as it happens in real-time. That makes it a prime destination when searching for all things related to NFR. A quick search bar or hashtag follow will almost assuredly lead to the discovery someone streaming the NFR.
  • Reddit
  • Mainly known as a news aggregation site, this platform has increasingly become a well-known discussion forum hub. Within those forums, there is undoubtedly discussion concerning how to watch the NFR live stream on Reddit.

How much are tickets to the NFR?

National Finals Rodeo Tickets have been placed on this website by our trusted brokers, who offer those tickets in a range of values. Have a look at all the ticket prices and select the tickets which best suit your budget. 2020 Wrangler NFR new ticket prices are as follow:
  • Balcony: Individual – $76, Season – $760, 4pk – $304, 6pk – $456
  • Plaza: Individual – $105, Season – $1,050
  • Gold Buckle: Individual – $300, Season – $3,000

Everything You Need to Know About NFR

Beyond the payouts for the Cowboys, the PRCA estimates that the event brings in about $90 million annually to the Las Vegas economy. Furthermore, recent attendance stats have shown that 177,565 rodeo enthusiasts decked out in Wrangler jeans, Justin boots and cowboy hats attended events at the Thomas & Mack with an additional 40,000 fans who watched at the 40 hotels who hosted watch parties. It is during this rare time of the year that many marquees on the Strip have the face of bull riders replace DJs’ faces.

Main Performance

Seven main events have historically taken place at the NFR. Each event has its own monetary prizes that are paid out, and those payouts are determined by each top-placing competitor’s rank in relation to the event’s overall prize pool. Individuals placed in the top-six of a particular event are paid out accordingly, while individuals placed in the top-eight of the overall NFR are also paid out. The NFR’s main events are as follows:
  • Bareback Riding
  • This consists of a horseback cowboy using a bareback rigging as the primary means of staying on top of the horse. This grip has often been compared to the equivalent of hanging on to a suitcase handle and makes for the only support that a cowboy has on top of the wildly bucking horse. An 8-second ride constitutes a qualified ride and the cowboys is judged on riding technique.
  • Steer Wrestling
  • This act involves a horseback steer wrestler, alternatively known as a “bulldogger”, bringing a fast-moving steer to a halt on its back as fast as possible. The bulldogger utilizes a combination of strength, technique, speed, and precision to jump off of their horse from a designated starting point and onto a steer sprinting off from the same starting point.
  • Team Roping
  • Headers
  • One of two horseback team members whose job is to successfully rope the head of the steer in one of three tries as fast as possible; around both horns, around one horn and the head, or around the neck.
  • Heelers
  • One of two horseback team members whose job is to successfully rope the hind legs of the steer as soon as the header has successfully done their part. To avoid a 5-second penalty for roping only one hind leg, the heeler must rope both hind legs.
  • Saddle Bron Riding
  • Similar to Bareback Riding, the goal of the horseback cowboy is to maintain their balance as much as possible for 8 seconds while the horse is bucking. In this event, however, the cowboy sits on a saddle while using one hand to hold on to a thick rein that’s attached to the horse’s halter.
  • Tie-Down Roping
  • This event centers around a cowboy on horseback attempting to restrain a calf by throwing a well-timed rope loop that’s attached to the cowboy’s horse. The cowboy and the calf both leave from a designated starting point, with the calf getting a slight head-start. The cowboy depends on the horse to mitigate any slack in the rope after dismounting, then proceeds to tie-up the calf as fast as possible.
  • Barrel Racing
  • This is a women’s event where horseback cowgirls race against the clock to complete a strategically set course where barrels are set up as landmarks. The intent is for the cowgirls to complete a cloverleaf-shaped run around 3 barrels placed in a triangular formation as fast as possible. Barrels that are accidentally knocked over result in 5-second penalties.
  • Bull Riding
  • The cowboy on top of the bull has the main objective of staying on top and maintaining their balance for 8 seconds. They are judged based on technique and can earn extra points by spurring while the bull is bucking. The cowboy stays on top of the bull by grasping a flat braided rope, which also wraps around the bull’s chest.
  • All-Around Champion
  • Being crowned the All-Around Champion speaks volumes about the versatility and high level of talent exhibited by the winning cowboy. In order to receive this honor, the cowboy must have won the most prize money in a given year and competed in at least 2 NFR events while earning at least $3,000 in each of those events. This is widely known as the highest honor bestowed by the PRCA.

Contestants

There are 120 cowboys from all over the United States that will step foot as competitors within the NFR. A full list of the contestants can be found on the event’s Contestant Roster page. The top 10 ranked competitors are as follows:
  1. Tuf Cooper – Tie-Down Roping
  2. Trevor Brazile – Tie-Down Roping
  3. Sage Kimzey – Bull Riding
  4. Tim O’Connell – Bareback Riding
  5. Jacobs Crawley – Saddle Bronc Riding
  6. Caleb Bennett – Bareback Riding
  7. Ryder Wright – Saddle Bronc Riding
  8. Rhen Richard – Team Roping (Header)
  9. Shane Hanchey – Tie-Down Roping
  10. Brittany Pozzi Tonozzi – Barrel Racing

Super Bowl of Rodeo

The NFR has consistently been referred to with this phrase because of the sheer massiveness of its popularity and money-generating power within the context of rodeo. The event is considered to be so big and consistently sold-out that the UNLV basketball team that normally uses the NFR’s venue during the season has to annually build its schedule in a way that keeps the team on the road for the duration of the NFR festivities.

Miss Rodeo America

This event is a pageant that takes place in conjunction with the NFR as part of the NFR’s overall festivities. State rodeo queen winners from across the United States compete for the Miss Rodeo America crown and put themselves in line to potentially win $20,000, among other smaller prizes. In addition to the prizes, the winner is expected to travel to various rodeos throughout the United States and to promote the rodeo during the subsequent year.

Wrangler NFR Preshow

The former Miss Rodeo America titleholder is no stranger to the excitement of the “Super Bowl” of Western competition, with six years of WNFR reporting under her belt. She is most excited about bringing the pre-show to the fans. Be prepared for this Wrangler NFR Preshow, don’t miss a single moment of the Pro Rodeo live action.

Cowboy Christmas

For those that need a break from the constant adrenaline that comes with the NFR’s main events, the Cowboy Christmas experience allows for a welcomed change of pace. This portion of NFR centers around cowboy shopping and serves as a marketplace for hundreds of exhibitors from the United States and Canada to sell to thousands of eager buyers. Typically taking place at the Las Vegas Convention Center, Cowboy Christmas will also move to Arlington, TX in 2020. All exhibitors will have the opportunity to Opt-In/Opt-Out for 2020.

Standings

The 2019 PRCA season has been extremely competitive as a lot of the top cowboys are gunning for glory. Tuf Cooper sits atop of the all-around standings and many experts believe that he is going to win his second all-around title in a row. There will be a lot of close competitions and many of the world championships could come down to the last day. You can check the current standings here.

NFR Prize Money

The total payout for the entire event is $10 million and will remain at that amount until 2020. After that, the amount will be adjusted and remain in place for the subsequent five years. All 120 qualifying contestants receive $10,000 as part of participating. This year’s detailed payout structure can be found on the PRCA’s 2019 Wrangler NFR Payoff page.

Wrangler NFR World Champions

2019 All Around World Champion
Stetson Wright
The 2019 NFR World Champions
Bareback Riding
Clayton Biglow
Steer Wrestling
Ty Erickson
Team Roping (Header)
Clay Smith
Team Roping (Heeler)
Wesley Thorp
Saddle Bronc Riding
Zeke Thurston
Tie-Down Roping
Haven Meged
Barrel Racing
Hailey Kinsel
Bull Riding
Sage Kimzey
For a full recap, please click here.

Final Words

All in all, the National Finals Rodeo is a landmark event and a de facto defining period of time within any given rodeo year. For anyone who is a fan of rodeo, the main events and the surrounding festivities are must-see events and must-participate experiences if the financial means allow for it. Don’t miss a minute of the exhilarating NFR live stream action this year from December 3rd until December 12th.
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2020.09.21 18:26 obowersa CD Foundaion/CD Con

Just wanted to share a couple of things on the CD Foundation/CDCon ( I'm one of the CD Foundation Ambassadors, as well as general Devopsy/Continuous delivery person ) . Also, if this is in breach of the no-vendor spam rule then I appologise! Wasn't sure when putting it together, but I'm hoping the information on the CD Foundation is useful for people.
 
First thing is that CD Con is coming up in October(7th and 8th) and there's some pretty awesome speakers. Registration also comes with a 50% discount on some of the Devops LF Foundation courses in case folk are interested, details here: CD Con
More generally on the CD Foundation side of things, I know there were a couple of posts by someone about a year back but largely radio silence since, so I wanted to provide a bit of background on what the CD Foundation is, what kind of stuff is on the go and also see if I can answer any questions folk might have.  
What is the CD Foundation
The official explanation is:
The Continuous Delivery Foundation (CDF) serves as the vendor-neutral home of many of the fastest-growing projects for continuous delivery, including Jenkins, Jenkins X, Spinnaker, and Tekton. CDF supports DevOps practitioners with an open model, training, industry guidelines, and a portability focus.
Additionally, it's looking to try and get to grips with the disparate world of CI/CD (and CD) and work to bring in best practices across various projects, better interoperability, help curate events/posts, etc. This is part of why I signed up to be an Ambassador and generally be involved. The reality is there's been a huge explosion in the techology and tools we have available over the last few years, but as a result it's lead to a lot of confusion around the underlying practices and approaches. So this is an area I'm really passionate about, if nothing else it'll help me when talking with companies as part of my day job.  
There's a few core areas where the CD Foundation is active and different mediums/groups working towards the goal.
 
Special Interest groups
There's a handful of special interest groups currently active within the CD Foundation. I've listed them out below with links to the various git repos which track the minutes and roadmaps. The interoperability and MLOps ones are the most active and have some interesting work in the repos around trying to understand the current state of the world and putting together documentation and ways forward.
Interoperability: https://github.com/cdfoundation/sig-interoperability
MLOps: https://github.com/cdfoundation/sig-mlops
Security: https://github.com/cdfoundation/sig-security
Security Supply Chain:https://github.com/cdfoundation/sig-security-supply-chain
Software Bill of Materials: https://github.com/cdfoundation/sig-security-sbom  
There's videos of the sig meetings and other meetings from the CD Foundation here in case anyone wants to take a look at past ones: https://www.youtube.com/c/ContinuousDeliveryFoundation/videos  
Podcast
There's a regular podcast put out by the CD Foundation with various people from the wider industry. Topics have covered JCasC, Gitops, the open source community and a fair bit more. The full list of episodes is here: https://cd.foundation/podcast/
 
Blogs
The CD Foundation also has a blog. What this tends to be is blog posts from people involved with the CD Foundation ( the technical oversight comittee, ambassadors, members of the sig ) which get cross posted to the CD Foundation as well. Similar to the podcast there's a huge breadth of content which gets cross posted and it can work pretty well as an aggregator. https://cd.foundation/news/blog/
 
Ambassador Program
So the Ambassador program is what I'm part off ( You can find me in here sticking my tongue out : https://cd.foundation/ambassador-program-overview-application/community-ambassador-cohort20/ ) . We're a decently sized group of people from across the globe with mixed backgrounds. Some of us are active practitioners, some are more of a marketing background, some are trainers and everything in between. Honestly it's a great group of people. More generally we help out with writing blogs, sharing information, taking part in monthly calls and providing feedback, contributing to the core projects and..well..anything else which comes up. If nothing else during the lockdown it's been great having a monthly catch-up with peers to see what is happening.
 
CDF Landscape
Ah the landscape. Honestly this is an area I am really excited about and I'm hoping to get some more time in the next few weeks to spend getting it up to date ( so if anyone has anything they feel is missing, reach out or open a PR!). Similar to the CNCF Landscape, this is looking to track the tools which are out there, what they do and which projects are part of the CD Foundation. Longer term there's been discussions about how it can be best utilised to hook in with things like the interopability-sig and ultimately provide more immediate value. The biggest thing will be trying to avoid it becoming quite as complex as the CNCF Landscape.
You can check out where it's currently at here: https://landscape.cd.foundation/
 
CD Con
So, the final thing coming up is CD Con on October the 7th and 8th, which is a 2 day virtual convention focused around Continuous Integration, Continuous Delivery and Continuous Deployment. Some really great speakers lined up and the $25 registration donation is going to some awesome causes. This is the inaugural CDF Convention and I'm interested to see how it goes. Having a slightly more vendor neutral and more technology focused convention which is largely focused on the software delivery side of things is something I've been after for a while, so fingers crossed it can live up to that. More details on the convention here: https://events.linuxfoundation.org/cdcon/
 
So yeah, that's a quick overview, but if anyone has any questions or wants to get involved, I'll keep an eye on this thread and if I don't know the answer will try and find it out. I'll also try and be more active on the board now that my slightly insane work life balance has settled down a bit more, at least for the next 4 weeks until it all begins again.
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2020.09.21 16:13 crumjd Faster Than Light via Sheer Willpower

IMPORTANT NOTE: I already posted the first quarter of this story. If you saw it at that time you can scroll down to the bold italic paragraph and begin reading there.

“What the hell is wrong with your ship?”
Non-human comm discipline isn’t quite as good as the human equivalent. As I understand it, they never had to deal with the crackling early radios that informed our procedures. Sure, on most worlds, when a communication spell was first developed it was the domain of a high priest or archmage, but it was clear.
Still, I’d expected a slightly better introduction to the local traffic control net than a half panicked voice asking a question that made no sense. “This is Frontier helm control. All ship systems reporting nominal. To whom am I speaking?”
I glanced down at my board after I finished speaking. The ship systems were reporting nominal by not activating any shrieking klaxons or flashing lights. But with a few pokes to the controls in front of me, I was able to project a little hologram of the ship status. Everything was outlined in happy green.
“Nominal! I’m registering explosions at your aft end.” The speaker still didn’t identify himself and he still sounded panicked.
I reached out, ‘grabbed’ the hologram, rotated it around to view the back side of the ship, and then zoomed in until I was looking at fairly low-level systems. I wasn’t as far down as I could go. The ship would happily report on the status of individual circuit boards and breakers, but I was surely low enough that I could see anything that a local space station could see. Some components were haloed in light green rather than dark green, but that only meant they were coming up on a service date.
I drummed my fingers against the control board mentally debating if I should launch a drone for an external view or if I should respond with ‘everything’s good’ a second time. On the one hand, whoever I was talking to was probably looking at me in a freaking scrying mirror and shouting into a pointy hat or something so there was seriously no way they’d have noticed something that the ship’s sensors hadn’t. On the other hand, I didn’t want to end up in textbooks as an example of why only a jackass would ignore panicked warnings from traffic control.
Then the hologram changed. A tiny icon shaped like an idealized hydrogen atom exited the back of the ship, a dozen lines lanced out at it, and a flare of fire blossomed behind the ship’s pusher plate. Because I was paying attention I felt the ship give a tiny shudder as we decelerated very slightly.
“There it is! There is again! I just saw a huge explosion behind your ship.”
“Oh, sorry. You’re registering our drive system control. All systems are nominal and everything is under control.”
This, at least, seemed to calm the alien traffic control operator down a tiny bit. He...
Well, I was assuming it was a male from the pitch of its voice. Translation spells are nicer than the computerized equivalent. They tend to give speakers roughly the voice the listener would expect given the nature of the speaker even if the original ‘speech’ was in the form of wild tentacle gesticulations and skin color changes via some alien squid thing. This voice was sort of nasal and high, but definitely male.
He at least listened to me this time, “You’re telling me your ship is deliberately firing off a series of huge fireballs? Is that safe?”
“Perfectly safe, control. You’re seeing laser triggered fusion pulses. They’re as clean as mother’s milk.” That wasn’t strictly true. Even laser pumped fusion makes some tritium. But it’s not very hot and the half-life is short enough that even if some mutant atoms end up in a planet’s upper atmosphere they aren’t going to hurt anyone.
“None of that translated.” The speaker's voice had become more nasal and somewhat accusatory as though I had any control over what its spells could or could not translate. “But if that’s your drive then don’t come any closer. I need to talk to someone about this.”
Then the line cut off. “Control! Control! That’s not how this works. The explosions are my brakes.”
I didn’t get any response.
* * *
I should probably back up enough for a little context.
Mankind made contact with extraterrestrial life for the first time when the Oohmahlock’s enormous crystalline spaceship floated out of the sky and set down in the wilds of Alaska. There was a lot of turmoil in response to that, of course, but the strangest part came when they told us why they were on Earth and how they’d gotten there: pure faith had carried them through space faster than a beam of light, and they were here to tell humanity of our divine mission.
We hadn’t believed them on either count. Tackling their technology seemed easier than tackling their belief system, so we’d set about examining everything they were willing to show us absolutely certain that it was standard tech that they didn’t understand and had thus reduced to superstition. Perhaps the ship had been built long before it had been piloted to Earth by a now fallen civilization.
It was not. Long story short it was not. The Oohmahlock allowed us to examine their technology in any way we requested. They knew what would happen before we started. We found nothing capable of doing anything in it and as soon as we looked closely at it the tech stopped functioning.
Next, the Oohmahlock explained how the ship had been built. And, indeed, they had built it themselves. The crystals that made it up were grown over the course of three generations nurtured by the prayers of their entire civilization. A holy order of monks was founded to slowly shape the crystals into livable spaces and workable power focuses. And, when the end of construction was finally in sight, a dozen times as many traveler priests as was normally needed were taught the chants and hymns of fast travel and breathable air. The very best of that group was selected to pilot the ship and only with this extraordinary effort were they able to land a ship on Earth, and then only by keeping it well away from most of the population.
Then they explained humanity’s divine mission. In the beginning, god created the universe. He created the races therein and to them he gave the ability to adjust the rules of reality so that they might not perish under the iron fist of physics. The races of the vastness grew proud. They called their powers magic and said that the wonders they worked were of will and mind rather than through faith. So, on a planet with more iron in its heart than any other, a race with cold iron in its very blood was born. To this race was given special magic; a magic that enforced the rules of the creator. This race would humble the works of the magi and test even the faithful.
This time god wasn’t screwing around. We would assert the rules of reality whenever we examined something. Humans didn’t get a choice in that.
So that was our mission. To survive and travel. Of course, most people thought that was a load of crap. There was even a contingent of people sufficiently contrary (or self-loathing) that said we shouldn’t travel the galaxy. However, the general reaction was, “There’s a great big fantastic universe out there and you’re going to help us get to it? Well praise the alien lord and pass the booster rockets!”
A new space race was on.
It eventually produced three key technologies that gave mankind the stars: laser lifters, the Orion drive, and the Orion two. Laser lifters were the simplest. If you focus a sufficiently powerful beam into a ‘thruster’ that’s essentially nothing more than a durable black cup then all the air inside flashes to plasma and the cup is tossed upwards. Do that a few thousand times and the cup, as well as anything attached to it, is in space without the brutal constraints imposed by the device having to haul its own fuel with it.
All of the research into lasers let us crack fusion. We were massively aided in this by having allies who could magically mine metallic hydrogen from gas giants. We probably could have built Orion’s with fission devices, but it was an almost perfect drive with laser pumped pulse fusion.
The Orion Two wasn’t related to the Orion Drive from an engineering standpoint but…
* * *
The bridge radio clicked on again and brought me the still nasal and slightly frustrated sounding voice of control. “OK, I talked to my boss, who talked to his boss, who talked to diplomatic affairs. For some reason, I’ve got to let your doom machine approach. So, here you go, park it there and try not to blow up. Well, not any more than you already are.”
The hologram of the ship was replaced with a holographic representation of the parking orbit Control wanted the Frontier to take up. I thought, not for the first time, that the translation spells used by most races really are amazing. Control had probably put a voodoo doll of the Frontier into a scale model of the system expecting a diagram to show up in my scrying bowl or some such. But, because of the translation spell, the information made it to me in a format that the ship’s computer could interpret. Better yet, because the spell was acting on their communication and not my reception the human anti-magic field couldn’t turn it off.
There was a sharp crack of static and the hologram in front of me shifted to a bunch of juvenile squid aliens playing a game that looked a lot like dodgeball. One of those allies, a small and awkward one even to my human eyes, was getting the worst of it. Several other beings were pelting it mercilessly with balls and each of them was using more than one tentacle at a time. Then that image started to fuzz and break up.
I quickly looked away from the hologram. Modern comms training includes a fairly extensive section on not thinking too hard about just how aliens who have never discovered radio are speaking to you. The human anti-magic field always gets a vote if you catch its attention.
Let’s see, the bastard over at control had stuck me in his system’s L2 point. L2 is way out past the moon and it’s gravitationally unstable. If I’d just gotten a normal parking orbit I could have shut off the ship's engines and taken some much-needed rack time. But, oh no, because Control thought I was going to blow up I was going to have to periodically correct the ship’s position. On top of that, I suspected the Orion Drive was too powerful for that work. It would be like trying to make a golf putt with a sledgehammer, so I’d have to run our maneuvering thrusters way more than they were really designed for.
I looked back down at the holo. It was back to being a display of Frontier's parking space. “Parking orbit acknowledged Control,” I said through clenched teeth.
There was a long silence and I thought maybe Control had wandered off without telling me for a moment. Then the line went live again and control spoke hesitantly, “So why is your trip that important, anyway?”
I ran my tongue across my teeth wondering just how to answer that. We were in a Von system. The Von were a race of mighty wizards of the sort that Humanity was sent to humble and bring low. We’d been doing a great job of that. The Von had a lot of desire for human consumer goods. Our technology filled niches their magic handled poorly and anyone could use it without training. Yet all we could buy from them was raw materials. Their military was nearly useless against us because we shrugged off their most potent death magic like it had never been cast; they could throw a rock at us or telekinetically fire an arrow, but that was only if they caught us off guard. So a species with 100 planets to their name was having to normalize diplomatic relations with a single planet species as though we were total equals.
I wasn’t exactly shocked the Von leaders hadn’t publicized this meeting well enough for Control to be ready for us. I also wasn’t going to give away their secrets. “Just some trade negotiations.”
Control’s only reply was a sigh so thick with annoyance that I actually started to feel for the guy. Embarrassing or not the local traffic control facilities really should have been told they were going to be dealing with a completely alien spaceship. No one ever thinks of the little guy.
Again I thought control had signed off without announcing it but he came back one last time. “OK, I’ve got to ask. You’re using fireballs to push yourself around space, which is still nuts, but I learned back in school only one or two really special spells can move something faster than light. Pyromancy definitely doesn’t do it! So how did you make the interstellar leg of your trip?”
* * *
The Orion Two wasn’t related to the Orion Drive from an engineering standpoint but they were philosophical and spiritual brothers. Humanity couldn’t learn directly from the Oohmahlock but we could stand way over there with a particle detector while they used miracles to torment space-time, and the Oohmahlock just loved to do that for us because they basically saw it as helping angels learn god’s will.
Eventually, we learned to make a G.E.C.; a gravity emitting circuit. Because the electroweak force is so much stronger than the gravitational force it’s possible to supercharge one of those until it very briefly becomes a singularity. If you toss such an artificial black hole in front of a ship, and lace enough G.E.Cs through the ship that the force gradient across it is even so you don’t get spaghettified, you’ve got an FTL drive. Better yet if you use a second artificial singularity inside the first, or a third in the second, or a fourth in the third and so on you can go really really fast indeed.
It annoys physicists and mathematicians because they can’t even begin to describe where the ship is after that bit of fuckery, but the tech tested as safe. At least it’s safe for human equipment and Earth life.
It’s not so safe for Oohmahlock. We learned that when one of their high priests took a historic first ride on one of our ‘Holy Vessels’. They started screaming and they didn’t stop until a faith healer wiped their memory. Their whole memory. The high priest was left as little more than a mentally damaged infant and everyone agreed the cure was way better than the disease.
The most sensible thing the priest said while it still had its memories was, “They can see me! They can see me! They can see you, but you can’t see them! They can touch me but they can’t touch you! You can touch them! Save me, save me, save me! Will you save me?”
The official human explanation is that the Oohmahlock have some sort of subconscious connection to the normal universe that allows them to achieve the things they can do. Taking them so far out of the normal universe causes a form of stress that can damage their minds.
The official Oohmahlock explanation is that some sort of horrible thing is looking into our universe from outside and maybe they were wrong about just what humanity needs to do. Perhaps we aren’t just supposed to annoy wizards. Maybe we need to fly around in the high warp bands acting like border guards for reality. Their church is in a bit of a state of flux.
I’d just spent a month in those warp bands and the only danger I’d felt was boredom, so I don’t know what to think. It is nice to imagine that my mind set a big brace down the spine of reality itself, but it’s kind of far fetched.
What I do know is there’s no way I was going to explain any of that to Control. I’d end up with a parking orbit in a neighboring star system. Or maybe he’d just tell me to go in for a landing on the system’s sun.
* * *
“Um, the force of will,” I answered into the radio. “Yeah, pure will power. Everyone on the ship just wants to go faster than light really badly and then we go faster than light.”
“Oh, well good. At least you’ve got a sensible FTL drive. Geez, you should just get that working in-system. Way better than those fireballs. Anyway, your approach vector is clear. Perform a sending if you need anything. Control out.”
* * *
The talks with the Von went well. The biggest incident was when one of the younger secretaries attached to the delegation lost all of her magical cosmetics. She had apparently been wearing a lot of them and apparently her coworkers hadn’t known.
I keep saying ‘apparently’ because the Von aren’t a race to inspire lust in humans. They kind of look like someone shoved a rudimentary skeleton into a squid. They have a skull on an invertebrate neck-stalk, an abbreviated rib-cage analog, and bones for added leverage in 4 of their 8 limbs. They can casually slip a lot of those bones out of joint sacrificing strength and speed for flexibility.
It also makes them look a bit like a deep-sea creature that has inexplicably fallen off a skyscraper. Not great model material.
The whole makeup incident had some positive side effects. The Von use a lot of medical magic at the end of their lives. Once everyone had gotten a visceral example of how hard and fast magic evaporates under the inspection of a room full of skeptical humans our scheduled meetings with some of the more senior staff were canceled. It would’ve been bad for the discussions if the head of the embassy screamed and collapsed into dust.
Second, it gave Control and me something to gossip about. He proved to be a pretty good guy even if he was uptight about human tech, and neither of us was very busy as the port was mostly shut down for the big meeting. We passed the time comparing cultures, swapping stories, and griping about our bosses. Or ‘building an intercultural rapport’ as I put it in my status reports.
* * *
“I said goodbye to my parents last night. Father was brave, but it almost pushed me over the edge when my mother began to cry,” Control said out of the blue.
Well, he didn’t say anything of the kind. He made a series of pops, squeaks, and clicks that the human ear could barely follow, and it would have been quite a huge coincidence if the Von cry. But I had my translator set to dynamic equivalence. As such, that was what I heard and there was no robotic voice breaking into his words to explain, ‘explosive flatulence is an expression of sadness for the Von,’ or whatever.
“Buddy, you’re going to be fine! Your people wouldn’t want to trade for our warp drives if they weren’t safe. And you’ve given us, what, like 10 whole planets if this works.”
“If! And my people aren’t thinking clearly. What is the horrible death of a single comms operator if it might alleviate the biggest weakness of our magic?”
Control could be a downer sort of squid. We were still calling each other ‘Control’ and ‘Helm’ because he couldn’t pronounce ‘Jeff’ and I couldn’t pronounce ‘engine that really needs oiled’ sounds.
I cast about for something to distract him and found it in the form of a rather grand Von in the corner of the room. He had on robes stitched with precious materials and held a quartz staff shot with veins of natural gold surmounted by a huge ruby. He was wearing a very grand hat though it actually looked more like a sombrero than the pointy thing humans associated with fictional wizards.
“Alright, even if your people would throw you to the wolves that guy is pretty important and magically experienced. He wouldn’t get onto this ship if all non-humans were doomed would he?”
“The high mage is the foremost master of spatial magics, so yeah he’s pretty important. He also has considerable faith in his own abilities. Perhaps enough so that he would underestimate the risk.” Despite his words, Control’s simulated tone sounded a bit less stressed.
I felt I was on the right track to comfort him. “This stuff is also pretty good, right? Some sort of magic armor?”
Control and I were hanging plates of enchanted material the Von had provided around one of the aft cargo bays like it was so much drywall. However, even to a complete mundy like me, it appeared to be fancy stuff. It was pattern welded like Demsasus steel. Only the patterns in it were magical runes and half a dozen materials had been woven together in its construction.
Control sniffed in an offended way, “‘Pretty good!’ ‘Magical armor!’ I’ll have you know, this is the best anti-magic armor in the known universe. This,’ He stroked it almost reverently, “enforces the rules of reality such that no spell may travel through it. This material accounts for some of the vast might of the Von military as well as the fact that our natural philosophy is far more advanced than any other race. It will contain a bubble of the real universe even in the face of your horrific drive system!”
Control was sounding a bit more like himself so I let him slide on referring to their iron age understanding of the laws of reality as ‘advanced.’ Instead I looked back at the magical plating. It was basically a weak version of the human effect. Interesting. No wonder they were letting me touch it. I’d thought that was just a sort of stress test, but this might be a spell humans couldn’t break. Or could we? Actually, it was probably best not to think about that question in case the answer was, “Yes.”
The High Wizard chose that moment to provide something better for more to think about. He was still over by his crate, but now he was loudly chanting something my translator couldn’t handle while he twisted his tentacles and limbs into all manner of strange shapes. That went on for a moment then, with a triumphal air that carried across species, he slammed his staff into the deck and the big gem on top flashed. With growing excitement, I realized I was watching magic.
The pallet of material in front of the wizard heaved itself off the ground and wobbled unsteadily about half a foot in the air for a moment. I started to mouth, “Cool!” Then the entire load slammed back into the ground with a crash that sounded like it couldn’t have been good for whatever was inside.
The high wizard slumped, and let me tell you, a being whose skeleton is mostly optional can really slump. Then he turned around in that slow ‘did anyone see that’ way of a being who has just realized their fly is open and hurriedly fixed it in public.
When he saw me he stiffened and pointed an angry appendage, “Human! You are rendering it impossible to work! Begone!”
I drew in breath for some sort of retort. I’m not sure what it would’ve been. Something so clever and scathing it would have set diplomatic relations back decades, probably. But then I felt the weight of Control’s tentacle on my shoulder. I looked back at him.
“Perhaps it would be best if you return to your duties elsewhere. We are well ahead of our schedule due to your wondrous ‘electric screwdrivers’ which penetrate the anti-magic plate where our most potent tools fail. It will ease the High Wizards work if he can once again access his spells.”
The High Wizard could have accessed a hand truck as far as I was concerned, but we were nearly done so I just nodded. “Alright, call me if you have any problems.”
* * *
“Comm check, medical bay here,” I spoke into the comms panel in the med bay. It was my station for our test flight. There were half a dozen Von soldiers lying unconscious in the beds. Half of them had been tranquilized via human medical science, half with magic. Human medical personnel buzzed around them.
“Um, this is the converted cargo bay. Oh, bay A-3. Can you hear me? Did I activate this correctly?”
“You’re on. Do it just like that if you need to send any messages.”
“Bridge here. Your headset should be listen-only on our general channel and I’ve got the wall panel hooked to Captain’s priority. Is it all coming in?”
I cocked my head and listened to the prelaunch chatter for a moment on that device. It was all coming in clearly. At the moment they were working through the end of the “Station Ready” checklist. That meant we were less than 5 minutes from getting underway. “It’s all coming in,” I told the bridge via the wall panel.
“Very good. Bridge over.”
I leaned back on the wall and felt minor shudders go through it as the first of the fusion pulses went off. We were moving farther away from everything so we could go FTL. It was somewhat strange to be doing nothing during this part of the flight as I would normally be at my busiest. At the moment my job was to have no job. That way I could keep track of where we were in OUR flight sequence so I’d know how long it was to the end of the flight and what our window was on an emergency abort while simultaneously being available to Control and the medical staff if anything went pear-shaped on their ends.
For fifteen minutes, we traveled through normal space and everything went smoothly. The magical sleepers stayed asleep and the medicated sleepers stayed healthy. Control reported back to his superiors magically and me via the comms system. He even admitted that fusion explosions were a softer means of propulsion than he’d expected.
I heard we were at a minimum safe distance on the general channel so opened the channel back to control and spoke into it and the room in general, “Alright everyone, we’re about to go superluminal. Fifteen minutes out. Fifteen minutes back.”
The anesthesiologist gave me the thumbs up, but everyone else in the room kept their eyes glued to their tasks.
“Grace of Magic, protect and provide in this my hour of need,” Control murmured over the comms. I doubted I was expected to comment on that.
Going FTL in a human ship feels a bit like getting pushed and poked from a half dozen directions at once as the gravitational stabilizers spin up hard enough to prevent spaghettification and then self-tune until the local gravity field is nice and even again. I felt that, heard a series of agitated clicks over the comms, and then everything went back to normal. I looked around at the brightly lit medical space and the still apparently peaceful Von laying in it. They seemed good. I thumbed open the channel to the converted cargo bay, “Control, how are you liking the ride?”
“Was it meant to feel like someone was tugging on my spleen for a moment then smooth out?”
“Yeah, that’s about right.”
“In that case, my situation remains nominal…”
Control’s all clear report cut out suddenly as two things happened simultaneously. First, there was a loud bang and a thick cloud of white acrid smoke rolled out of the communications panel in front of me. Second, all three of the magically tranquilized soldiers began to jerk and seize.
“Shit,” the anesthesiologist swore. Then she looked over at me, “Let the bridge know we’re going to need to abort.” She immediately turned back to her work either not noticing the panel in front of me was dead or deciding that was my problem. Doctors are focused like that.
The touch screen of the comms panel was dark, but I gave it a couple of good jabs with my thumb anyway hoping that it would wake back up. It didn’t, so I took off running out of medical and down the hall to the bridge. The Frontier is bigger than most people picture when they think, ‘spaceship’ but it was still going to be faster to run across it than it was to fix the comms.
Only it wasn’t. The first bulkhead door I came to was shut, which isn’t normal, and its motion sensor ignored my approach, which is even odder.
All the bulkhead doors have a little screen next to them. Under ordinary circumstances, they display an identifier and can provide a little map of the ship if you’re lost. During a depressurization event, which is the only thing that should have made the door fail shut, they’re supposed to display environmental status for the corridor beyond and allow for the door to be manually opened. Only now the screen was dark and there were scorch marks on the panel above it.
I gave the screen a punch, more out of anger than any hope that it would wake up. It didn’t wake up. It did fall off the wall. I looked into the recess beyond it and found a small scattering of black powder as well as the remnants of what looked like a crystal and maybe a couple of liquids. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but the crystal sure seemed like Von magic and the black stuff could have been gunpowder.
Down the hall, the anesthesiologist poked her head out of the med bay, “Hey, we’ve got the Von under again, but we’re getting some odd readings. It’s like they’ve all started to have nightmares. What’s going on with the abort?”
“Sabotage I think! We’re still superluminal.” My receive only headset was fine and still connected to the bridge so I knew we were four levels deep and holding with all systems green. They hadn’t noticed the link to the medical bay was dead yet. “There are panels in all of these rooms. Maybe I can…”
My clever plan to make the call from a different phone was interrupted by a huge explosion from the direction of the cargo bay. This one definitely wasn’t caused by black powder. Instead of a bang the sound of it was like a super high pitched tuning fork being struck and flashes of black light strobed all around us for a moment.
I felt nothing, of course, but someone in the medical bay yelled, “Fuck! What the hell was that? It’s hitting the Von hard; Ann we need you!”
Ann shot me a look, then vanished back into medical without speaking. We were close to the cargo bay, and I knew it had a commlink. So I sprinted in that direction planning to call in the abort from there once I had the full situation.
Fortunately, the door to the cargo bay was open. The screen next to it was glitching and there was a black stain on the wall above it, but whatever had happened hadn’t been enough to make it fail shut. I sprinted through without slowing.
The bay itself was a mess. The anti-magic paneling was fine, and the human equipment looked about like it always had, but all of the Von’s crates were scattered like they’d been hit by a strong wind. Control was laying in one corner making an undulating squealing sound I’d never heard from him before. My translator couldn’t do anything with it, but it sounded like distress to me.
“Buddy, are you OK. What’s going on?”
“I am… I feel… It’s like magic is looking directly at me. I feel like it’s judging me. Inspecting me. I can function. The plating helps, but this is most unpleasant.”
“Was that what that flash was?”
“No that was,” then the English from my translator dissolved into clicks and pops as it found a term it couldn’t handle. Most likely it was some technical explanation of whatever magical thing had just happened. “I must check on the High Wizard.”
The Frontier's cargo bays are modular and can be configured with extra walls and dividers at need. That’s what we’d done for this experiment: we’d set up one chamber that was the correct size for the amount of anti-magic plating the Von provided and a second unshielded chamber where the High Wizard could work freely. Control was looking at the door between them. It had been mostly covered by crates when the Von equipment was thrown around.
“The door servos are pretty strong. If you can squeeze your way over to the control panel they’ll be able to push that stuff out of the way.”
“I can do that,” Control said and the translator gave him a confident tone. Then he started popping his ribs out of joint and I had to look away as his entire torso crumpled up like an old sock that had been used to store nails. (No, I have no idea why someone would store nails in an old sock, but if the mental image of a being looking like that is unpleasant you’re on the right track.)
I walked over to the comm panel and, at last, found something that hadn’t been inexpertly blown up. It was showing that the link to the medical bay had cut out unexpectedly, which I already knew. I cleared that error and connected it to the bridge instead.
As soon as the channel was open, the bridge officer started speaking, “Cargo bay? What’s happening back there? Medical is offline.”
“This is Jeff. Medical has problems. I need an emergency abort.”
There was some garbled, but energetic, discussion on the other end of the line that I couldn’t quite follow, and then the bridge came back, “I’ve signaled it, but we’re in band transition. I’ll need five minutes to get us back to flat-space.”
Across the room, there was a whine of stressed servos, but when I looked back the door to the High Wizard’s chamber was open. “OK, I’m going to check on the High Wizard. I should be back with his status in 30 seconds. If you need me sooner, I’ve still got the general channel in ‘receive only’.”
“Roger.”
What I didn’t tell the bridge, because they couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, was that I suspected the High Wizard’s status was ‘traitorous bastard.’ Someone had set all of those black powder charges and when I looked over at Control I found him pressed up against a film of blue light which now filled the door.
“It’s a magical shield!”
I drew the sidearm I’d been issued before we let a half dozen soldiers and an alien wizard onto the ship. “Magical shields aren’t fucking real.” The shield popped like a soap bubble and Control went stumbling into the High Wizard’s chamber.
I ran to the door, crouched down, and looked around it with my head low to the ground so I wouldn’t provide a ready target. The scene beyond the door was like something out of a DnD game. There was a circle drawn on the floor in the milky blue-white fluid Von use for blood. Crystals, each one emitting enough black light that my uniform was fluorescing, were set at regular intervals around the outside of the circle. There was a ring of symbols on the inside. I can’t read Vonish script. They could have said anything, but they were glowing a nasty sickly green. The high wizard was on the outside of the circle on the far side of the room. Right after I arrived at the door he finished a chant that my translator couldn’t handle and turned to face Control who was sprawled on the floor.
The real piece de resistance of the whole scene was what looked like an extra-large Von made of glowing green light in the center of the circle.
We all froze for a second, but the High wizard recovered fastest. “So, you survived the,” my translator dropped a word, “that’s most impressive. You must have considerably more magical talent than I gave you credit for.”
“What are you doing,” Control demanded.
“I am gaining power. The power we need to ensure the Von place in the universe. Power far more potent than Human scraps. I can’t let you interfere.” With that, he raised his staff and snapped out an untranslatable word. A bolt of power lanced out of the staff and flew across the room. In his prone position, Control never had a chance at dodging. The bolt caught him squarely and he slumped back down as a nasty burnt fish smell filled the air.
The Wizard wasn’t holding any weapon beyond his staff that I could see. I stood, trained my sidearm on his chest, and stepped into the doorway. “Please put the staff down, and I will escort you to the bridge.” I glanced down at the still form of my friend, “You have considerable diplomatic immunity for what you’ve done thus far but I would strongly advise you not to push it any farther.”
He said his word again, only this time the spell was pointed at me and there wasn’t so much as a flicker in the crystal of the staff. “Put down the staff,” I said around clenched teeth.
“Oh please, allow me,” a third voice said. It was very cultured and smooth and it came from the center of the circle. When I looked, I saw that the figure of light had transformed itself from a Von to a handsome Human male. It was wearing a suit and it was built on a scale such that its head nearly brushed the ceiling.
It flicked its hand out at the High Wizard and the High Wizard turned inside out. That was nasty. The Wizard's jaws yawned wide and it started to let out a pained squeal. Then, with a crack, they jerked just a bit wider and filled with blueish tissue that must have come from somewhere inside the being. Over the next 15 seconds, more of its insides fountained through its mouth until they were all outside and it was nothing but an unidentifiable blob of flesh laying on the floor.
I opened my mouth. I suppose I wanted to say something, but if anything came out it was only a little whimper.
The thing did not appear to be overly concerned with what it had done, because it began speaking in a completely casual and urbane tone. “You are something very interesting. He was a sleeper who dreamt a dream not of this place. But you…. Hmmm, I can’t tell if you’re a dream of the one who dreamt of all of this or if maybe you just happened. Still, you are completely awake. I dare say we have quite a bit to offer each other. Would you like to be able to change all of this like that thing could before I killed it?”
“You’re offering me magic? Just like that.”
“Just like that! Well, there’s a certain resonance I’d need to achieve by killing the other beings on this ship. I can explain why later, but you need to decide quickly. I can feel you falling away from me and your nature is pushing me away. I don’t think one of your type could ever get me back on your own.”
I know a couple of TV show tough guy lines like, ‘here’s my decision’ or ‘is this quick enough for you’ ran through my head, but I’m pretty sure I just robotically trained my weapon on him and pulled the trigger without saying anything. My sidearm is a standard Gravitational Compression Gun. It fired a pulse of gravitational energy which compressed a meter wide column of air between me and the target into a centimetre wide beam of burning white plasma. Then a second pulse rippled down the plasma and slammed it into the target. There was a crack like thunder as the air collapsed back in on itself and my eyes were left slightly dazzled.
The GC gun does horrible things to any living target it hits. It’s not quite as hard on Outer Horrors but they don’t like it. The simulacrum of a man let out a bellow of rage and wavered for a moment before stabilizing again.
“Fine,” it snapped then raised its hand and made a gesture like it had at the High Wizard. I felt a painfully sharp tug at my jaw and stomach simultaneously, but it faded before it could even work my jaws open.
I squeezed the trigger of my GC again and the thing waved under another onslaught of plasma, but it only seemed like a momentary inconvenience for it. Worse yet, I could hear someone saying something about slow warp band collapse on the bridge general channel. We were having a hard time coming out of FTL. That’s not completely unusual, and no one on the bridge was that worried. With the context I had, it seemed bad.
The man shape made a different gesture then joined its two hands together such that its thumbs and fingers touched in front of it making a little triangle. A bar of silver light shot out of the triangle and slammed into my chest. It felt like an icicle stabbing into me, and I staggered backward. When I looked down frost coated the front of my uniform and a small patch of blood it. Still, the thing had a shocked look on its face and I had to assume that was because I was still standing.

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2020.09.21 05:34 nish983 [QUESTION] ever since i started using odyssey, WirelessRadioMangered has been crashing. i dont what this is or what is causing this. anyone else facing the same issue and how did you get rid of it.

Date: 9/21/20, 12:26 AM Process: WirelessRadioManagerd Bundle id: (null) Device: iPhone 11 Pro, iOS 13.5
Exception type: EXC_BAD_ACCESS (SIGSEGV) Exception subtype: KERN_INVALID_ADDRESS: 0x0 Exception codes: 0x0000000000000001, 0x0000000000000000 Culprit: Unknown VM Protection: 0x0 is not in any region.
Triggered by thread: 0 Thread name: Dispatch queue: com.apple.main-thread Call stack: 0 libsystem_kernel.dylib 0x000000018ab08784 0x18ab04000 + 18308 // mach_msg_trap 1 libsystem_kernel.dylib 0x000000018ab07ba8 0x18ab04000 + 15272 // mach_msg 2 CoreFoundation 0x000000018acbf314 0x18ac12000 + 709396 // __CFRunLoopServiceMachPort 3 CoreFoundation 0x000000018acba0a0 0x18ac12000 + 688288 // __CFRunLoopRun 4 CoreFoundation 0x000000018acb98f4 0x18ac12000 + 686324 // CFRunLoopRunSpecific 5 Foundation 0x000000018b002b18 0x18affb000 + 31512 // -[NSRunLoop(NSRunLoop) runMode:beforeDate:] 6 Foundation 0x000000018b03d9ec 0x18affb000 + 272876 // -[NSRunLoop(NSRunLoop) run] 7 WirelessRadioManagerd 0x000000010033d3a0 0x1002f0000 + 316320 // (null) 8 libdyld.dylib 0x000000018ab352dc 0x18ab34000 + 4828 // start
Register values: PC: 0x674680018ab08784 LR: 0x762eb3018ab07ba8 CPSR: 0x60000000 x0: 0x10004005 x1: 0x7000806 x2: 0x0 x3: 0xc00 x4: 0x5407 x5: 0xffffffff x6: 0x0 x7: 0x3f8 x8: 0xfffffbbf x9: 0x7000906 x10: 0x372e915524ecc x11: 0xb2f57a15f4 x12: 0x16e3600 x13: 0x4ef x14: 0x0 x15: 0x0 x16: 0xffffffffffffffe1 x17: 0x1 x18: 0x0 x19: 0x0 x20: 0xffffffff x21: 0x5407 x22: 0xc00 x23: 0x16fb0e8c0 x24: 0x7000806 x25: 0x0 x26: 0x7000806 x27: 0xc00 x28: 0x1
Loaded images: 0: /ussbin/WirelessRadioManagerd 1: /uslib/pspawnpayload-stg2.dylib 2: /uslib/TweakInject.dylib 3: /uslib/TweakInject/_Cr4shed.dylib 4: /uslib/libmryipc.dylib 5: /uslib/libsubstrate.dylib 6: /uslib/libhooker.dylib 7: /uslib/libblackjack.dylib 8: /uslib/dyld 9: /uslib/TweakInject/ZZ_EvilScheme.dylib 10: /Library/Frameworks/EvilKit.framework/EvilKit 11: /uslib/system/libsystem_trace.dylib 12: /uslib/system/libxpc.dylib 13: /uslib/system/libsystem_blocks.dylib 14: /uslib/system/libsystem_c.dylib 15: /uslib/system/libdispatch.dylib 16: /uslib/system/libsystem_malloc.dylib 17: /uslib/system/libsystem_platform.dylib 18: /uslib/system/libsystem_pthread.dylib 19: /uslib/libobjc.A.dylib 20: /uslib/system/libcorecrypto.dylib 21: /uslib/libc++abi.dylib 22: /uslib/system/libsystem_kernel.dylib 23: /uslib/system/libdyld.dylib 24: /uslib/system/libsystem_darwin.dylib 25: /uslib/libc++.1.dylib 26: /uslib/system/libsystem_info.dylib 27: 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{"ProcessBundleID":"","ProcessName":"WirelessRadioManagerd","Culprit":"Unknown"}
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2020.09.21 00:01 Stoaticor Victoria records 11 new cases and 2 new deaths

New cases reported in the last 24 hours

 
DHHS: Media Release - Monday, 21 September
 

14 day numbers

21 September:
Total cases New case average Unknown*
Metropolitan 482 34.4 47
Regional 23 1.6 0
 
20 September:
Total cases New case average Unknown*
Metropolitan 507 36.2 52
Regional 25 1.8 0
*Rolling 14 days number of cases of unknown source of acquisition.
For previous available numbers, please refer to the wiki here.
 

Cases to date

Last 24 hours TOTAL
Confirmed cases +11 20,051 (-2)*
Active -86 657
Recovered +94 18,567
Deaths +2 763
Aged care (deaths) +1 601
Community transmission -1 4,266
Test results received 7,164 2,582,621
Hospital -2 92
ICU -2 6
Ventilated -2 3
*2 previous cases reclassified.
 

Active cases breakdown

Last 24 hours TOTAL
Active -86 657
Metropolitan Melbourne -84 631
Regional Victoria -3 23
Colac Otway -2 10
Greater Geelong +0 2
Greater Bendigo +0 1
Ballarat +0 0
Unknown/Under investigation +2 3
Interstate -1 0
Overseas +0 0
 

Other

Last 24 hours TOTAL
Total aged care active -44 332
Healthcare workers active -38 79
Healthcare workers total +8 3,504
Disability accom. residents +0 0
Disability accom. staff +1 4
 

Aged care outbreaks with 1 or more active cases

Changes in the last 24 hours:
  • Total aged care outbreaks: 37 (-9)
  • Total cases: +8
  • Total active: -100
  • Total staff: +2
  • Total residents: -1
  • Total other: +6
  • Total deaths: +4
Facility name LGA Suburb Total - cases Total - active Total - Staff Total - Residents Total - Other Total - Deaths
Sutton Park McKenzie Aged Care Melton South Melton 82 38 (-1) 30 46 6 7
Estia Keilor 2** Keilor Downs Brimbank 30 32 12 17 1 0
Doutta Galla Aged Services Woornack Sunshine Brimbank 56 29 (-8) 22 20 14 4
Embracia Moonee Valley Aged Care Avondale Heights Moonee Valley 73 29 (+4) 26 26 21 (+3) 5
Baptcare Wyndham Lodge Community Werribee Wyndham 256 (+1) 23 (-6) 128 102 26 (+1) 27
Opal Hobsons Bay Altona North Hobsons Bay 30 (+2) 23 10 19 1 3
Princeton View Aged Care Brighton East Bayside 80 (+1) 22 (-6) 43 28 9 7
Mercy Place aged care Parkville Melbourne/Moreland 102 17 (-1) 38 58 6 20 (+1)
Edenvale Manor Aged Care Facility Keilor East Brimbank 18 14 (-2) 5 13 0 1 (+2)
Menarock Life Aged Care Essendon Moonee Valley 68 11 (-1) 27 20 21 7
Cumberland Manor Aged Care Facility Sunshine North Brimbank 124 10 54 53 17 9
Japara Central Park Aged Care Facility Windsor Port Phillip/Stonnington 47 15 (-6) 22 18 7 1
Baptcare Brookview Community Westmeadows Hume 19 8 (-2) 8 10 1 1
Churches of Christ Care Arcadia Aged Care Essendon Moonee Valley 21 8 (-1) 11 10 0 3
Twin Parks Aged Care Reservoir Darebin 128 6 (-1) 46 80 2 22
Arcare Sydenham Aged Care Facility Sydenham Brimbank 51 6 (-1) 25 22 4 6
Epping Gardens Aged Care Epping Whittlesea 219 6 87 102 30 36
Mecwacare John Atchison Centre Hoppers Crossing Wyndham 96 5 (-20) 39 44 13 19
Bluecross Aged Care Facility Ruckers Hill Northcote Darebin 131 (+1) 5 (-9) 59 48 24 12
CraigCare Aged Care Facility Pascoe Vale Moreland 102 5 (-1) 46 47 9 15 (+1)
Glendale Aged Care Facility Werribee Wyndham 106 (+1) 5 (+2) 44 (+1) 45 17 17
Japara Goonawarra Aged Care Facility Sunbury Hume 121 4 (-2) 48 53 20 20 (+1)
Japara Elanora Aged Care Brighton Bayside 71 4 (-2) 31 31 9 11
Kalyna Care Aged Care Delahey Brimbank 108 3 (-20) 44 57 7 25
Estia Aged Care Heidelberg Banyule Heidelberg West 119 3 66 29 24 10
BlueCross Westgarth Northcote Darebin 35 2 18 14 3 6
Estia Health Aged Care Facility Keysborough Keysborough Greater Dandenong 28 2 13 8 7 3
Bupa Aged Care Edithvale Edithvale Kingston 85 1 (-1) 34 44 7 17
Glenlyn Aged Care Facility Glenroy Moreland 68 1 (-1) 23 40 5 4
BlueCross Autumdale Cheltenham Bayside/Kingston 55 1 (-1) 30 23 (-1) 1 13
St Basil's Homes for the Aged in Victoria Fawkner Hume/Moreland 216 1 94 94 28 44
Estia Aged Care Facility Ardeer Ardeer Brimbank 166 1 85 50 31 17
Kirkbrae Presbyterian Homes Kilsyth Kilsyth Yarra Ranges 140 1 55 61 24 20
Doutta Galla Aged Care Yarraville Yarraville Maribyrnong 90 1 43 41 6 16
St Georges Benetas Organisation Aged Care Facility Altona Meadows Hobsons Bay 76 1 38 32 6 12
Villa Maria Catholic Homes St Bernadette's Sunshine North Aged Care Sunshine North Brimbank 19 1 13 4 2 3
Arcare Maidstone Maidstone Maribyrnong 7 1 6 0 1 0
Outlook Gardens Aged Care Dandenong North Greater Dandenong 116 0 (-3) 58 41 17 12
Aurrum Aged Care Plenty Plenty Nillumbik 97 0 (-2) 36 47 14 13
Bupa Aged Care Traralgon Traralgon Latrobe 23 0 (-2) 12 7 4 2
Arcare Aged Care Craigieburn Craigieburn Hume 105 0 (-1) 44 37 24 15
Jewish Care Hannah and Daryl Cohen Centre Windsor Aged Care Facility Windsor Port Phillip/Stonnington 74 0 (-1) 34 33 7 2
Grace Of Mary Greek Cypriot Elderly Hostel Epping Whittlesea 67 (-1) 0 (-1) 33 (-1) 22 12 12
Opal South Valley Highton Highton Greater Geelong 66 0 (-1) 25 32 9 8
Florence Aged Care Facility Altona North Altona North Hobsons Bay 47 0 (-1) 18 28 1 7
Mercy Place Dandenong Dandenong Greater Dandenong 23 0 (-1) 8 13 2 3
**Unsure why there are more active cases than confirmed cases.
 

Active cases - other

Type Outbreak Suburb LGA Last 24 hours TOTAL active TOTAL cases Reported by DHHS
HEALTH Alfred Hospital - - +1 7 8 Sept: 21, 20, 19
EDU Wydinia Kindergarten Colac Colac Otway -1 5 16 Sept: 21, 20, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12,
OTHER Casey community Hallam/Narre Warren Casey -2 28 43 Sept: 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 14, 11.
HEALTH Footscray Hospital Footscray Maribyrnong -4 10 16 Sept: 21, 20, 19, 18, 16, 15
OTHER Dandenong Police Station Dandenong Dandenong - 6 17 Sept: 20, 19, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7.
OTHER Vawdrey Australia Truck Manufacturer - - - 7 64 Sept: 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7.
OTHER Bulla Dairy Foods Colac Colac - 6 20 Sept: 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7.
HEALTH Frankston Hospital Frankston Frankston - 6 90 Sept: 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7.
HEALTH Royal Melbourne Hospital Royal Park campus Parkville Melbourne - 10 unknown Sept: 7.
OTHER JBS Brookyln Brooklyn Brimbank - 19 unknown Sept: 6.
 

Other outbreaks in the last 14 days

Type Outbreak Suburb LGA Last 24 hours TOTAL cases Reported by DHHS
OTHER Security Guard - Vic Parliament House East Melbourne Melbourne - 1 Sept: 13
HEALTH Peninsula Health (incl. Frankston Hospital) - - - 90 Sept: 13, 5. 2, 1. Aug: 31, 27, 29, 25, 24, 20, 18
OTHER Woolworths Altona North Hobsons Bay - 1 Sept: 11
OTHER Woolworths Glen Eira Caulfield - 1 Sept: 11
EDU Deakin University Melbourne Burwood Campus Burwood Monash - 1 Sept: 9
OTHER Crocmedia Southbanks Melbourne - 2 Sept: 8, 4
 

⚠️High-risk locations as of 21/09⚠️

The table below was last updated on Monday, 21 September 2020 at 11:35:30 pm AEST. Please view the DHHS website for the most up to date information.
Added:
  • FMIG radiology, 103 main road west St Albans 3021.
  • Baby Mode Sunshine.
  • Dan Murphy’s Sunshine, 47 McIntyre Rd, Sunshine North VIC
Removed: None.
Points to note: None.
Location Site Exposure period Reported by DHHS
St Albans FMIG radiology, 103 main road west St Albans 3021 10/09/2020 Sept: 21.
Sunshine Baby Mode Sunshine 13/09/2020 Sept: 21.
Sunshine North Dan Murphy’s Sunshine, 47 McIntyre Rd, Sunshine North VIC 14/09/2020 Sept: 21.
Oakleigh South Woolworths Oakleigh South, Cnr Warrigal Rd &, Centre Rd, Oakleigh South 14/09/2020 & 15/09/2020 Sept: 21.
Brunswick Chemist Warehouse 11/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 17
Burwood East Burwood One Shopping Centre 13/09/2020 - 14/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 17
Westgate Port Melbourne KFC 11/09/2020 & 12/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 16
Clifton Hill Provans Mitre 10 10/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 16
Craigieburn Craigieburn Shopping Centre 11/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14
Deer Park/Southern Cross 6.00am V/Line Train Deer Park Station to Southern Cross Station, 3.45pm V/Line Train Southern Cross Station to Deer Park Station 02/09/2020 - 05/09/2020 & 07/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14, 11, 10, 9.
Glen Waverly Woolworths, Glen Waverley “The Glen” 06/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 11, 10, 9.
Greenvales Lakes Woolworths (company media release) 06/09/2020, 10/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14.
Flinders Street/Reservoir Train 8.42pm Reservoir to Flinders Street 06/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14, 11, 10
Narre Warren Westfield Fountain Gate 18/08/2020 - 06/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14.
Roxburgh Park Coles Roxburgh Park 06/09/2020 & 10/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14.
Roxburgh Park Freshplus Roxburgh Park 10/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14.
Southern Cross/Northcote 6.30am Tram 86 Southern Cross Station to Northcote Station, 3.15pm Tram 86 Northcote Station to Southern Cross Station 02/09/2020 - 05/09/2020 & 07/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 11, 10, 9.
Southern Cross/Ballarat V/Line train Southern Cross Station to Ballarat Station & return 03/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14, 11, 10.
Southern Cross/Ballarat V/Line train Southern Cross Station to Ballarat Station 07/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14, 11, 10.
Southern Cross/Reservoir Train 1.12pm Southern Cross to Reservoir 06/09/2020 Sept: 21, 18, 15, 14, 11, 10.
 

Other exposure sites

Site Location Exposure period Reported
Woolworths Burwood East 05/09 Sept: 10
 

The department is investigating cases linked to

Outbreak Suburb Reported by DHHS
None reported n/a Sept: 20
BlueCross Riverlea aged care facility Avondale Heights Sept: 19
Commercial Fitout Solutions Eltham Sept: 18
Alfred Hospital ward - Sept: 17
Uniting AgeWell Camberwell Community Condare Court Camberwell Sept: 17
None reported n/a Sept: 12th - 16th
Family cluster #1 Melbourne South-East Sept: 11
Family cluster #2 Melbourne South-East Sept: 11
A ward at Monash Health Sept: 11
Mercy Place aged care facility Templestowe Sept: 10
Australian Meat Group Dandenong South Sept: 9
Woolworths Altona North Sept: 9
Woolworths Glen Waverley Sept: 9
Benetas Colton Close aged care facility Glenroy Sept: 9
Opal Hobsons Bay aged care facility Altona North Sept: 8
eStore Logistics Derrimut Sept: 8
Crocmedia Southbank Sept: 8
 

What we know about the Casey outbreak

  • The first case was detected on the 4th of September.
  • The cluster is made up of a total of 43 cases across five households in Hallem, Clyde, Narre Warren South and Cranbourne North.
  • There have been instances of people within this cluster visiting houses beyond the 5km radius.
  • Two patients linked to the cluster have been admitted to hospital.
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2020.09.20 20:06 Samara_Buckley_Derby [The Beginning of the End] [Derby]- Chapter 12: The Pertoff Family Vacation

Summary: Fighting immortals is a sweetheart job for someone obsessed with the afterlife. Dying on the job, however, is cutting it too close. However, Julian's curiosity with the great beyond pushes him a little too far, back to the land of the living and cursed with a newly damned soul, just like the immortals he's sworn to fight...
First chapter --- Previous chapter here!! --- Next chapter
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Espionage may as well have been Matti’s middle name for how well he took to it. It wasn’t, of course, his middle name. That dubious honor went to Casimir, probably the name of someone important in his family, which he’d have learned if he’d had ever thought to grill his parents. He hadn’t though, not in the sixteen years he’d lived under their roof, nor in the following four years of school. And he certainly hadn’t asked when he started sniper school nor since officially enlisting. He hadn’t spoken to them since. Too dangerous.
And dangerous was how Matti liked it. He was yet to have a real reason to believe his life was in danger and until he felt that, he had no problem pushing the envelope.
Which is why he was perched in the back of a helicopter heading out to Munich on a mission intended to intercept one of the deadliest immortals at an active civilian airport with nearly two dozen soldiers, some of whom were legally dead, while most were shoot-on-sight traitors.
Could it get any better?
“Find anything, Matti?” a cool voice asked in his ear.
“Clear for now, Pooja.” He gave the Colonel a reassuring smile and she nodded, returning to the cockpit. Last names had never suited him and as a renegade, he wasn’t obligated to use them. It was easier to empathize with an Amy or Markus than with a Brown or Khan. Knowing the name they heard from friends and family humanized them and that was important when lives were on the line.
They usually just thought he was being cocky and rude and he had no need to dispel that theory because, as a renegade, they were going to think he was an arrogant prick anyway. It wasn’t even really a lie, so…
The helicopter they all sat in—Matti, Julian, Pooja and her two operatives, Kyline, and her squad—was borrowed from Omicron HQ. No way could Schmidtt’s usual helicopter fit the nearly two dozen agents, so Pooja had pulled some strings. There was enough room to comfortably walk around, especially with the others mostly strapped in, a fact that Matti gladly took advantage of, roaming from window to window, popping up his binoculars to scan for any aircraft that might be flying under the radar.
He’d been disappointed so far.
In between his little lookout sessions, he’d make small talk with various operatives. Pooja didn’t like chatting when on a mission, Kyline hated his guts, and the other scientists he usually hung out with were, for obvious reasons, not here, so ‘various operatives’ mostly meant Julian.
“Gotta admit, when you said you had some questions for me, I wasn’t expecting this,” Julian said after Matti’s third round.
“Am I boring you?” Matti tilted his head.
Julian laughed, always a good sign. “No. But unless this is some weird renegade interrogation tactic, I don’t know why you care about my favorite breakfast food.”
Matti gave him a cool look. “I’ve watched you very carefully since joining the Fleursurgents. I need to make sure your answers align with what I’ve seen.” It was a terribly blatant lie, but not one Matti really cared about guarding. If Julian chose to see through it, good on him. Reality was, Matti just liked getting to know his charges.
Julian squinted. “Fleursurgents?”
“Come on. Fleur Insurgents is a mouthful and there are a ton of repeated syllable sounds there. It’s only natural that you should work a portmanteau in there. Saves time.”
“Lotta big words from someone with a STEM degree. Maybe you should have gone into linguistics.” Julian grinned, and unless it was Matti’s imagination, seemed to relax a bit.
Matti lifted a shoulder. “Linguistics wouldn’t have gotten me a job here. Besides, I didn’t go to an English speaking school.”
“Clearly, or you’d have caught the better portmanteau: Infleurgents.”
This took Matti aback quite a bit, because Julian was absolutely correct. That one was far superior. “I take my hat off to you. We’re now the Infleurgents. Clearly your English skills make mine look paltry.”
“Well, it was my first language.” He shifted in his seat, probably trying to make the helicopter seat feel more comfortable. “You said a linguistics degree wouldn’t have gotten you a job here. Did you know about this place when starting college?”
There were a few options for how an AngelThana operative might have gotten involved in the organization. A bulk of the scientists were poached from the public facing front: a nanotech organization that privately manufactured weapons and also somehow did some work with biotech. It was often scrutinized for guzzling research money and turning out rather few results but that was kind of the point of a public facing front. It’s just that the public didn’t know that. Hence ‘front’.
Then there were military poaches, outstanding soldiers who were approached at the conclusion of their official government military contracts. Outside of these poached soldiers, AngelThana rarely allowed for transfers to military units if the employee hadn’t been with the company for a minimum of three years, which explained why the minimum age of active combatants was 21 and not most military’s standard 18.
Then there were the nuts. AngelThana sent representatives out to anyone who found out about the immortals organically, whether from personal experience or obsessive web research. That’s how Matti got involved. He’d spent the greater part of his childhood chasing down conspiracies online because that’s about all there was to do in a northern European village, population: twelve, where the sun came up twice a year. He’d discovered some paper trails and various web footage that showed the same few people involved in a host of different terrorist attacks across the globe, a conspiracy he was surprised no one else pointed out.
It turned out no one pointed it out because AngelThana scrubbed the internet from all information of the immortals, with a rather impressive tech division. This was originally what they scouted him for until pretty much everyone realized he was a crap hacker. By that point, he’d requested a transfer to sniper school and anyone involved agreed it was for the best.
Most of the people on the helicopter had been in the second boat, sniped from their own government’s military. On the books, they were ‘security’ officers.
Julian was, as with most scientists, from the first group. He’d been scouted because of his academic work and pressured into taking the job with AngelThana.
“My official transfer to the internal department was about a month into my onboarding on the face department.” Julian had that glint in his eyes that the PhDs always got when they were about to launch into a lecture, and Matti braced himself. “The day they pulled me in and explained that honest to god immortals existed, well I thought I’d gone crazy.”
“Really? You didn’t think they had?”
Julian shook his head. “No! I’d always suspected so when my theories were confirmed, my mind was blown. It was like falling into a dream I’d had.”
“Lapinksy! Back on your post. You’ve had weeks to make idle chit chat. This is not the time.” Pooja’s scolding turned all the heads in the chopper to Matti, who smiled back at her, jumping to his feet in a solute.
“Copy that, Colonel.” There would also be time for idle chit chat later, so he had no qualms with resuming his watch.
“Alright we’re approaching our drop point,” Pooja announced, some few, uneventful hours later. “We’re officially on non-essential cargo pickup, so keep that in mind. Grace, prep your unit, but I want them down and out of sight until signaled.”
Kyline saluted in acknowledgement, her face rigid.
“The cargo pickup is scheduled to happen at eight hundred hours, so we’re here plenty early and should be able to get all of you off before they load us up.” Pooja began walking up and down the aisle of the ship, making eye contact with every single person on board. “I’ll be staying on board to handle the loading, with Schmidtt and Lapinksy. You’ll take your orders from the Sergeant and in the case of her incapacitation, your chain of command will fall to Agent Xing, Agent Jha, field medic LeDuc…” The chain of command was something they’d all been briefed on but redundancy may as well be synonymous with procedure because whenever someone said ‘follow the proper process’ it meant they wanted to you use enough fallbacks and extraneous measures that you probably could have accomplished three times your goal if you’d just checked something once or twice.
But for all their traitorous nature, the Infleurgents still followed their god damned processes to a T. Whatever. Matti didn’t technically need to know who to listen to but unfortunately for his ego, the chain of command usually made too much sense to ignore, so he rarely did.
The helicopter touched down at a tiny regional airport in the early hours of the morning, probably close to five hundred hours, as light as a feather per Schmidtt’s usual. He radioed in their arrival to the incognito convoy that was bringing whatever equipment Pooja had maneuvered into being their ‘target’. They reported that they were still about two hours out, which Schmidtt confirmed on radar scans.
“Copy that, we’ll be waiting.” Then Pooja looked up at Matti. “Give us a visual perimeter, make sure the area is clear of personnel or civilians.” She turned to Kyline. “At Lapinsky’s signal, take your men to the far parking lot. The convoy was instructed to leave one truck behind so that we could unload our cargo. Which…” She waved a hand at the soldiers, “is all of you. So stay out of sight until Grace gives the command. Understood?”
A host of salutes confirmed comprehension. Matti eyed Pooja and tossed her a slightly more casual salute before slipping into the night.
For once, the lack of complications wasn’t boring. The presence of civilians would have dramatically slowed down the offloading, suspicions from the convoy would have just caused drama, and if any of Kyline’s soldiers had been spotted, it would have really been disastrous.
All told, Pooja’s plan went without a hitch and soon Schmidt was flying away with whatever cargo they’d used as an excuse to hide their illicit actions. Matti sat in the back of the remaining convoy truck, squished with the others. These things were supposed to seat a dozen. While Matti, Julian, Xing Luli, the Iota agent, were slim enough to count for half a person, they simply had too many people on board for the drive to be comfortable. But comfort wasn’t a requisite so no one complained about being cramped too much.
The real issue was the lack of space to put on their disguises. AngelThana lacked the resources to intensely scrutinize every security cam feed on the planet to scan for faces that matched certain criteria. So the group didn’t have to worry too much about being spotted by the sophisticated software needed to match their specific face shapes and retina scans. But that didn’t mean they could slack off. They’d still need to play dress up to fool any AngelThana member who happened to be casually watching the MUC feeds in their downtime.
There were precious few people on board who knew enough about hair and makeup to make a convincing change to faces, so each agent had to wait quite a bit for their turn. Something to change complexion, darken or bright eyes, maybe thicken the look of facial hair.
“Do me dirty,” Matti said as he pushed past Private Amelie Silva for his turn. He scrunched his eyes closed in preparation for the assault on his face.
“Don’t do that with your eyes,” Pooja said, as he heard her swishing around some bottle of something probably wet and sticky. “It’ll make it uneven.” Pooja, along with Henri LaForge and Edmund Howard, was one of the only confident enough with her makeup skills to do anything convincing on the soldiers. “Hold still.” A bright light blasted his eyelids as another of the soldiers shone a flashlight at him.
“We should have brought Sofia,” Matti said, trying hard not to move his mouth. “She could make every guy in here a girl and vice versa.”
“Matti keep your mouth shut or you’re going to look like more of a mess than you normally do.” After a far too long period of getting paint slathered and smeared on his face, his nails and hands squished, his hair pulled tight and hidden under a wig, Pooja thrust an armful of clothes in his hands. “What do you think?”
The question was a little too amused for Matti’s liking and he cracked an eyelid to see the private holding the flashlight was openly smirking.
“He did say he wanted to be a girl. Think you did a mighty good job there, Colonel.”
The other eyelid snapped open. “I need a mirror. Now.”
Pooja held up one and Matti stared at himself. He wasn’t a girl, probably. Not technically. But he also saw where the private was coming from. “Pooja, you know ‘scene’ hasn’t been in since the early 2000s, right?” He twisted one of the silky, unnaturally platinum locks around a finger.
“We’re active members.” She shooed him to the side to start her next victim. “So our looks need to be a bit more dramatically changed. Us and Blake. If you’re going heavy makeup, you have to make it look intentional. That’s why you have the eyeliner. You’re now Alexi Petroff, 16 years old, so you’ve got to look like it.”
“Great. Back to being an edgy teen.” He didn’t really mind the look but it was far from comfortable. “What dramatic bit are you doing?”
“Inaya Hasmi, 34, traveling with my husband Tahir.” She pointed a bit away where Vikas Jha, the other Iota agent, was getting minimal makeup work done. “I’ll have a bit of work done but most of my face will be hidden.”
“Lucky. Would be nice if we all could just go the religious veil route.” Matti tapped at his face to see if his makeup had dried.
Pooja cocked an eyebrow. “Would have made us all the more likely to be stopped by airport security. Don’t need to increase those odds. Alright, you’re done Shanti.”
“Fucking most disgusting thing I ever got on my face,” he grumbled.
“Shut up, Shanti,” Matti said, almost absentmindedly. The private needled him with a glare before moving on.
“We kind of switched colors,” Julian remarked as he settled down next to Matti. The previously sandy haired man now had cropped dark crew cut, so convincing that Matti couldn’t imagine how his real hair had fit under it. His previously green eyes were now blue, much like how Matti’s blue had changed to green.
“Who did yours?” Matti asked.
“LaForge. Man did theatre through his entire education. I guess it shows but god my head feels like it’s about to explode.” Julian’s hand hovered near his scalp as if itching to itch it.
“Not a finger!” shouted LaForge from about eight feet away where he was twisting Luli’s hair into a tight ponytail. “Or I’ll cut it off.”
“Would he get back?” asked another private.
Julian’s body sagged as his hand dropped. “Here they go.”
The questions, jokes, and jabs flowed through the truck, lightening up the mood at the expense of Julian’s.
“You’re not a fan?” Matti asked. “You can’t deny, there are some good questions in there.”
“Yeah but they don’t want answers, they just want to snicker.” Julian sighed, crossing his arms. “But I’m starting to learn to tune it out.”
Even Matti had to admit that, after two more hours of the soldiers coming up with increasingly stupid puns, it had gotten old. He fiddled with his rifle, knowing that it would soon be locked in a very special crate, the kind that AngelThana routinely used to smuggle weapons through airports, past border patrols, and into government events. Matti didn’t like departing with his beloved rifle but there would be no keeping it on him.
The sun had long risen now as the truck pulled into a long term parking lot, advertised as being ‘mere kilometers from MUC!’ From there, the group split into teams, each with their own mission plans.
Pooja took Vikas, her husband, and the two headed the short walk to the public transport. Six of the soldiers, all dressed as spring breakers, flooded to the closest rental car place.
Matti checked his ID and the instructions on his phone giving him a rundown of Alexi Pertoff.
“I’m traveling with my father and girlfriend, huh? Haven’t had one of those in a while.” He looked up at the remaining operatives. Shanti and Henri were brothers, Amelie and Edmund were also dating. A few others were traveling solo. Then his eyes fell on Luli, Pooja’s Iota agent. She fixed him with a long once over.
“We’re dating?” she asked. In all fairness, she probably wasn’t much older than he was and with the high ponytail with a red streak in it, the loose bangs around her face, and too much eye makeup, she could absolutely pass for 17 or 18.
“I guess so. Which just leaves… dad.” He grinned as Julian looked down at his ID.
“Ah. Pieter Pertoff. 38” He looked up at the two agents as the remaining operatives sped off on their predetermined methods of transportation. “Never thought much of having kids…”
“God I must be like, the biggest disappointment to you.” Matti examined his nails, which were all black except for a red nail on each middle finger. Then he looked up at Julian’s tight crew cut and the lines on his face, artfully exaggerated by LaForge’s handiwork.
Luli laughed at the start contrast that couldn’t hide enough of a similarity between the two men to hint at their relation. “Alright then, team,” she said. “Let’s get our car and get to the airport. We’ve got an invasion to stop.”
Chapter 12
Julian could already tell that Matti and Luli were amused at his reaction but he couldn’t help being more than a little apprehensive about playing a father role to the sniper. The two agents shared looks in the back seat of the rental car Julian was driving.
“Do you think I need an accent? It’s Russian, right? I can try a— hold up.” Julian cleared his throat and centered himself, trying his best to adopt the accent of one of the Russian agents. “Ok, how’s this?”
“God no. Please no.” Matti exchanged another look with Luli. Julian hadn’t dealt much with the agent since they’d first flown to Fleur, an experience Julian wanted to leave far behind him, but she was a lot more pleasant when she wasn’t holding a gun to his head.
“You’ll blow our cover immediately.” Her voice, meanwhile, had shifted from its previously Chinese accent to a completely American accent. “Keep your American accent. In case you haven’t noticed, both our passports are American. His is Russian. You immigrated to the states young and lived there your whole life. You met your wife, a Russian woman, but after your relationship went poorly, she took the kid and moved back to Russia. She sends him over to you for summers and other various breaks. It was during one such visit that he met me.”
“The three of us are spending holiday in Russia,” Matti said. “After the trip, Luli and I are staying with my mom in Moscow.”
It took Julian a moment to internalize this. “Why wasn’t I told any of this?”
“It’s in your briefing.” Matti pointed to his phone. “You probably didn’t scroll. Don’t worry, most people actually don’t ask about your backstory.”
“Yeah but in case—”
“Look at it this way,” Luli said. “Lapinsky and I are far more likely to be given side eyes or comments. This was intentional, to draw attention from you.”
“Just be a disappointed father.” Matti glanced at his phone for another moment before tapping a few buttons. “Ok, now, names. I need you to recite them, learn them by heart.”
It was kind of weird taking orders from someone who was supposed to be his son. The two were probably only ten years apart in age. Luli was even closer, probably less than five years younger than him.
“Ok. Ok, you’re Alexi. She’s Tara. Alexi and Tara. Alexi Petroff and Tara Wang.”
“Mr. Pertoff? Mr. Pertoff, Alexi says it’s ok if we get Starbucks. We’ll be right back.”
“Mom says it’s ok if I get snakebites and you said I could get anything I wanted for my 17th birthday if it was under 50 dollars. I know this one place that does them for cheap and she’s ok with it.”
The two went back and forth, with Julian’s knuckles getting whiter on the steering wheel each time one added a new line to their newfound family’s canon.
“I’m uh, just not gonna say much, ok kids?”
The two grinned back at him in the rearview mirror, clearly very into their roles.
“Whatever dad.”
~~~
They spent the remaining half hour of their trip going over all the signals that he’d have to remember. It didn’t sound half bad while they were driving, chatting lightly about the operation, but the minute they stepped from the car and entered the airport, the giggles stopped. Alexi and Tara were apparently the brooding type of teens who didn’t say much but stayed weirdly entwined with each other. Julian was ok with that. His palms were already damp and he was going to probably give away his nerves when he had to raise his hands during security.
A million ‘what ifs’ flashed through his head as the three clunked through security. Previously Julian had been primarily in hot water just with AngelThana but with this little stunt he also marked himself as a legitimate felon.
Yet they cruised through without a hitch, not even when examining their various backpacks or cases of randomly assorted goods. Julian’s nerves were hopefully explained by the outlandish appearance of his traveling companions. No crew-cut sporting dad wanted to be seen in public with his offspring looking so… alternative.
As the three made it to their gate, Julian’s mind immediately jumped to the others. After all, there were six groups that had to make it through without any suspicion. Any one of them getting caught could spell disaster for the whole operation, casting unneeded attention on the whole area. Not only would local authorities get involved, but AngelThana’s watchful eye might fall on them. Even worse, Lady Helga would likely abandon her efforts, leaving them no closer to apprehending her and now completely in the dark about her next plans.
It had to go without a hitch.
“I need to pee.” There was a distinct whine to her voice and Julian was struck with how easy it was to remember that the woman pulling a dramatic pout with heavy lipstick was a grown adult who had killed and probably watched her fellow agents die. “Where’s the closest bathroom?”
This was a signal and Julian grunted, getting to his feet. “Should probably all go.” Every word in Julian’s mouth felt unbelievably forced. He scrutinized every sentence. Why would a father want to accompany his son and son’s girlfriend to the bathroom? Was that weird? Creepy? Did it make sense at all?
The casual shrugs and eyerolls from his charges smoothed over his rocky sentence but he still felt the eyes of the airport on him as they strolled down the hallway to the restrooms.
“Take your time,” Luli said before disappearing into the ladies’ room.
The mens’ room was, thankfully, empty.
“No cameras,” Matti said, after doing a thorough search. “I’m splitting off soon, once I get my toys. If you see me, something’s gone wrong.” He grinned and Julian had no doubt that the sniper couldn’t picture a world where something had gone wrong. “Tara will stick with you, so continue to take your lead from her.”
Julian took the momentary privacy to let out a long breath and shake out his hands. “I hate this.”
“I, on the other hand, love it.” Matti was peering at himself in the mirror, eyes glinting over the various changes in his appearance. “You’ll have to get used to it.”
“I’d rather not have to do this again,” he muttered, staring at his face next to Matti’s. It was a lot greyer than the renegade’s.
“We’re not getting more operatives, so anymore injured or lost, and your attendance will be mandatory.”
Julian shook his head. “If I get caught in one of those things, I’ll get trapped in limbo for god knows how long. I’m not risking that.”
“Oh yes, comparatively the rest of us have nothing to risk.” Matti looked at Julian’s reflection, eyes unexpectedly hard. “None of us want to die. We’re not disposable grunts or whatever narrative you’ve constructed in your head. Any one of Kyline’s soldiers would take a bullet to save you from capture but just remember, they’re losing more from that than you. Their sacrifice is because you’re of more strategic value but don’t think for a minute that you’ve got more intrinsic value.” Then the look vanished, replaced by a casual smile. “Humanize your teammates. Keeps people alive.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh good, Tara’s almost here.”
Julian, briefly forgetting who Tara was, stared at Matti blankly in the mirror for another second before the younger man rolled his eyes and headed for the door.
“Right. Tara.” The scolding had hit him from left field but it was a valid point and Julian felt a little sick at how self centered he’d gotten. Military operations weren’t fun in the slightest. “She’s coming in here—”
His question was truncated by the door bursting open. A woman entered, pushing a cleaning cart. She turned, slapping down a ‘cleaning, don’t enter’ sign, before shutting the door behind her.
It took the woman sliding open the cart and unloading a pistol for herself, a pistol and sniper rifle for Matti, and thrusting a pistol into Julian’s hands for him to recognize Luli.
“I didn’t realize you’d be changing,” he said, still staring at the gun.
“Take your weapon. Lapinsky did say I’d be bringing the weapons, yes?” She glared at the sniper for his lack of communications before pulling out a number of guns, including one of the venojets Julian recognized from Sofia’s lab.
“Thought it was obvious.” Matti wasn’t paying them much mind as his fingers danced over his rifle, before snapping off a few components to fit it in his backpack. “MY apologies, Luli.”
Luli seemed to think better of scolding him. “Just take this… dart gun thing and get into position.”
He saluted. “Copy that Specialist.” He looked at Julian, that serious look back in his eyes. “You’re on civilian protection duty. Remember that.”
Then he slung the bag over his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.
Luli pulled out a spray bottle. “Alright, give me a second to clean a bit. Make it look convincing. You know how to hide that thing—Blake! Point it at the ground!”
Julian fumbled the gun before pointing it down. Trigger control was a lot easier to forget than he’d thought.
“Uh, just like, in my waistband?”
She sighed. “Let me finish getting the mirrors. Just don’t kill anyone while I’m at it.”
Soon the room was filled with the acrid scent of cleaners and Luli put back the chemicals.
“Here, change out your clothes. Careful not to dislodge your hair.” Her own transformation had been dramatic: makeup gone, hair now in a bun that hid the red streak, she could have been a different person.
Julian felt like his own disguise was not as effective. He still looked like Pieter Petroff but in a janitor’s outfit. It wasn’t until Luli plopped a hat on his head that he felt better.
“Alright, we’re on bathroom duty,” she said. “We’ve got four more to hit before everyone is armed. Ready?”
What followed was probably the most fun he’d had on the whole operation. No one looked twice at the two of them as they coasted down the hall with their big cleaning cart. They slipped into the first bathroom, halfway down the hall, where Shanti and LaForge were shooting the shit.
They both jumped to attention and Julian and Luli burst in, bearing gifts. Both rewarded the pair with face splitting grins as they received their gifts.
“Felt naked without this,” LaForge said, holstering his.
“Ew, not something anyone wants to see.”
“Shut up, Shanti.” This one surprisingly came from Luli, who had a wry grin on her face. “Now get to your positions and radio in the Colonel when you get there.”
They both saluted. “Copy that Specialist.”
The next bathroom was a little harder cause the spring breakers crowd was coed. Nisslon and Bruni were both in the women’s room, which Julian and Luli hit first, only to find it occupied with more than just the soldiers.
An older woman toting a six year old girl was loudly discussing Bruni’s piercing.
“Ma’am—” the private started, but the woman wasn’t having too much of it.
“And you’ve got the nerve to tell me and my child to leave when she has to go potty. You, looking like that.” She gestured at Bruni.
Nisslon, who wasn’t known for her patience, was looking about ready to go when Luli cleared her throat.
“Well you’re all going to have to continue this at a different restroom because this one is closed for cleaning.” The four paused mid argument and turned to Luli. Julian could see both soldiers’ eyes scan over her, puzzlement creasing their brows. Then Bruni’s eyes landed on Julian and she rolled them hard.
“Eurgh. Fine. Let’s just go to the one by the fucking gate,” Nisslon said.
“My child!” shrieked the woman.
“Mommy I don’t have to go potty. Can we go on the plane now?”
Julian watched as the four left, each in a different state of annoyance. Luli watched them leave before sighing.
“Clear the restrooms. How hard is it to clear the restrooms?” She massaged her temples for a moment before pulling out her spray bottle and dousing the room in a lethal amount of cleaner.
“Why are you doing that?” Julian asked, coughing.
“Gotta make it look like we were here.” She emptied what looked like an entire container of bleach into one of the toilets. “Hate cleaning bathrooms. Anything but bathrooms. Haven’t cleaned one since I was seven.”
Julian wanted to offer his assistance but he was afraid to get in her way. Not to mention, he didn’t want to mess up his hair or makeup.
It took Luli another five minutes to make the room look, well, not clean, but maybe cleaned. Once they made it to the men’s restroom, the weapons drop went smoother.
“Took your sweet time,” Howard grumbled as he loaded up his guns.
“You can bring that up with Nilsson and Bruni.” Luli shoved some extra guns into his hands. ”Those are theirs.”
“They got caught up with a mom who wouldn’t leave,” Julian said, trying to provide some context. “So we just kinda kicked them all out. They’re at the bathroom by the gate.”
“Copy that, zombie.”
Julian pulled a face but didn’t say anymore as the four soldiers filed from the room.
The other drops went more smoothly. At one point Luli even trusted Julian to drop the guns off with Grace.
“I need to take a call. Ditch those with the Sergeant and meet me at the bathroom by Gate A8.”
She wasn’t supposed to have left him but he was confident in his ability to pull off the task. He knocked twice on the women’s restroom door.
“In here!” He could recognize the dulcet tones of the Sergeant anywhere so he cleared his throat and shouted back.
“Maintenance! Uh, cleaning, rather.” Off to a brilliant start but there was no time to kick himself. Instead he pushed the cart in, slapped down the sign, and wheeled around to face a tense looking Grace. Her disguised covered her shockingly blond hair with a brown wig and her scars were masterfully hidden.
“Just you?” she asked. “Where’s… Tara?”
“I think cleaning lady is Milly. Tara was my son’s girlfriend.”
She nodded and a corner of her lip lifted in a smile. “You following along fine?”
“Yeah I think so! We had some trouble with two of the spring breakers. Couldn’t get the civies out of the restroom so we had to improvise.”
She bit back a smile for about a half second before laughing. “Damn kid, we really got our top agent out there.” Then she looked over his shoulder. “Where is Milly?”
“She had to take a call.” Her look worried him for a second and he looked over his shoulder, as if also expecting to see Luli. “Is that weird?”
Grace shook her head as she set to work pulling her guns out of the cart. “Just means the Colonel’s got more shit to chat about than she can text. Probably got eyes on Von Martwitz.” A grin spread across her face, either at the idea of facing down the immortal or at the large gun she’d unsheathed from the cart. “Hello again, girl.”
Julian wasn’t really a pacifist but he didn’t like how much the soldiers loved their pet guns. It shouldn’t bother him but when he looked at the guns, he felt uneasy, knowing that every single one of them had killed a human being. It seemed downright ominous to dote on something that had killed so much.
“Right. So does that mean we’re pressed for time?”
Grace looked at him. “Honestly, couldn’t tell you. I’d ask Luli when you get outside.”
“Right. Alright.” He hovered, wanting to say more. The idea that Lady Helga could be arriving any minute made him suddenly realize how real this mission was. If it went ugly, there were a lot of people he might just never see again.
“You got that look on your face.”
He looked back at her, whatever look she’d referred to now replaced with a wry, if tired, smile. “You think this thing is gonna go sideways?”
“Mmm, no. I think it might be unsuccessful because of how much could go wrong, but it’s not going to end with everyone dying. Worst case scenario…” She looked back at her gun. “We just call Omicron and give them the head’s up.”
He nodded, still tense, so she put a hand on his shoulder. “I know I shouldn't worry,” he said but she shook her head.
“You’re not a soldier and you shouldn’t be here. So yeah, second combat situation in a few weeks for someone who should be in a lab or whatever, I get it.” Her eyes were that same earnest blue that burned when they got into a discussion about immortality and religion or when she was kicking his ass in training. “You’re handling it well. Trust the process.” She slung her gun over her back and pulled her long coat over it before striding to the door. “Oh, and Julian?”
“Hmm?” He looked over from his cart at her.
“Give ‘em hell if they do come for you. You know what it’s like.” With this, and final grin, she was out the door.
Will we get our first peek at the elusive Lady Helga next chapter? Or will Julian blow his cover? Find out later today!
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2020.09.20 18:28 thinkam7 How I attract women instantly during COVID without saying a word

Because of COVID I don’t get out much. I only go to the gym or to the grocery store. But when I do go out, at least one woman will either approach me first or give me a strong I.O.I. (Indicator Of Interest) letting me know she wants me to approach her. In this post I’m going to share with you exactly how I do it.
Here’s a great example of how it usually happens: I went to Publix to buy a loaf of bread. A cute girl walked into the store a few feet in front of me. I noticed 2 things right away (1) her shorts were cute, actually, what was in her shorts was cute (2) she had a cat tattoo on the back of each leg.
When we entered the store, she went one way and I went the other. When I found the bread aisle, she just happened to be standing right in front of the 100% whole wheat bread I came to buy. Turns out she was there to buy bagels. [Serendipity: unexpected good luck (more on this in a minute)]
As I walked towards her, she looked at me, gave me a big smile, and said, “hi”. I discovered how to easily tell if a girl is smiling at me with a mask on. I look at her eyes. When she smiles she makes eye contact and gets crow's feet at the outer corner of her eyes.
So let’s sum up the situation:
- A complete stranger is giving me a big smile and a ‘hello’- She has tattoos- And I like her shorts
First, she obviously wants me to talk to her so there is no chance of getting rejected. AND I had so many approach options it’s ridiculous:
Option 1: “Good morning. I have to say, those shorts are incredibly cute on you.”Option 2: “Good morning. I have to ask, what’s the story behind those cat tattoos?”Option 3: “Good morning. I bet you have a beautiful smile under that mask.”
I decided to go with: “Good morning. I bet you have a beautiful smile under that mask. I have to ask, what’s the story behind those cat tattoos?” And during the conversation I worked in, “by the way, those shorts are incredibly cute on you.”
At the end of the conversation, I decided not to close (ask her out) because I wasn’t really that into her. Here’s the thing, if you can have all the candy you want for free, how much candy are you going to eat? I’m willing to bet your candy consumption will decrease over time.
Now before you start judging me, thinkin I’m a douche, you should know there was a time I couldn’t even BUY candy. Back in the day, I approached women all the time - and struck out every single time.
I remember one time I was out with a friend bar hoppin when I say this girl that made my jaw drop. She was a stunner, so I decided to make moves. I was drunk (1st mistake). I had no idea what to say (2nd mistake). I didn’t account for the 2 other girls she had with her (3rd mistake).
I ended up looking like a jackass. Her two friends started making fun of me right in front of my face. I tried to be cool and tough, like it didn’t affect me. But the truth is… Rejection hurts.
Fast forward… I had the good fortune of landing a job as a matchmaker in Los Angeles for a prestigious firm. I matched clients in all walks of life. From pro athletes, tv personalities, CEO’s, movie producers, authors, and radio hosts. To school teachers, business people, medical professionals, blue collar workers, you name it.
After getting a tremendous education on human psychology, what women really want, and dating, I decided to leave the firm and become a dating coach. I wanted to be good at my job so I consumed every piece of information I could find on all aspects of dating, seduction, confidence building, relationships, personal development, spirituality, and emotional balance. I was obsessed.
I personally tested every strategy. Most, about 92%, didn’t work for me. But the other 8% did. I can’t tell you the exact day it started, but women started liking me. I thought I was imagining things at first. But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. It became obvious women were attracted to me. I had become a freakin chick magnet. I’m an average looking guy but my vibe had become so amazing woman couldn’t resist.
After this revelation I quit my job as a dating coach and became an attraction consultant. So I didn’t just dream up what I’m about to share with you. It’s the result of years of research, trial, and error. Mostly error.
Here’s what I did to start attracting women: I created a vibe of swag and confidence women can’t resist. As you will see, this is easy to do. It’s a 2 step process. First, I dropped my backpack. Then I started practicing Off Time.
Let me explain… we all have what I call a “backpack”. It’s the place where we store every negative, hurtful experience we have ever had in our entire life. From being bullied in elementary school to being roasted by a bunch of bitches when you’re just trying to meet your dream girl. (My bad… too personal.)
Anywayz, the stuff in your backpack is the root cause of every negative emotion you experience. Including fear, anxiety, worry, hate, anger, jealousy, and sadness. Some people have a small backpack. I had one of those super huge “I’m going into the wilderness for a month like a crazy person” backpacks.
My parents were physically and verbally abusive. It really messed me up. So my backpack was huge. There’s no excuse for abusing another person. Especially a child. But you should know my mother had me when she was 14, my dad was 17, they both came from broken homes, and suffered unimaginable abuse as children. They had no idea how to raise a child.
So even if you have a GIGANTIC backpack, you can still let go off all that hurt and be free. Here’s how:
1) Think of an annoying person, a situation you’d like to change, or a hurtful past experience.(Start with something minor – not the worst thing in your life – you’ll work up to that.)
2) Point or tilt your head down slightly toward your stomach or chest.(This disengages your mind and activates the feeling center, which is the erase mode.)
3) Notice an unwanted energy in your stomach or chest area. It could be a knot or clutching feeling in that area. Take some time to notice it.
This energy in your stomach or chest area wants to leave. The energy is not good or bad. It just wants to be released, to be free.
4) Put an imaginary tube into the energy, uncap it, and allow the energy to come shooting out.(To drill for oil, first you must find the oil. Then sink a rig or pipe into the oil pocket. Then the pipe is uncapped, and the oil comes shooting out. Do the same with this energy inside you.)
5) Think of the person, situation, or experience. Has the unwanted energy diminished?
6) Repeat as needed until the energy is completely released.
In Summary
  1. Think about a person, situation, or event that generates a negative feeling
  2. Tilt your head down
  3. Find the energy in your stomach or chest area
  4. Put an imaginary tube into the energy
  5. Uncap the tube
  6. Allow the energy to come shooting out
Complete these steps to release the energy behind every negative emotion you experience (fear, anxiety, worry, hate, anger, jealousy, sadness, etc).
If you would like to learn more about this release technique, check out this book:‘The Abundance Book’ by Lawrence Crane
Now that you know how to drop your backpack (release negative emotions), let’s talk about off time.
Off Time is the practice of brining one’s awareness to the present moment. Being mindful - A form of mediation. To get a strong body you must exercise. The opposite is true of the mind. To get a strong mind, keep it peaceful and still.
It would be generous to say 10% of our thoughts are valuable. It’s more like 1% or less – the other 99% is nonsense. Decrease the importance of thinking. Increase the value in silence.
Here’s how it’s done:
  1. Sit comfortably. No rules, sit however you like. You don’t have to sit like a pretzel. Position your body any way that makes you comfortable.
  2. Bring your awareness to an anchor – like your breath or the sounds around you.
  3. And just be there. Be completely present. You’re not remembering anything from the past. You’re not planning anything for the future. You’re not thinking at all.
You’re paying attention to every moment of your breathing. Or you’re listening to the sounds around you as they come and go. You’re just being in the moment.
When thoughts come up - don’t fight them - just let them pass. Let the thought come. Then let it fall away, and go back to being mindful. By the way, you can’t mess this up. There's no such thing as bad "Off Time".
I'm not exaggerating when I say Off Time is the best possible use of time. The EOC Institute has identified 141 benefits to mindfulness. Serendipity or synchronicity is one them. Google search ‘The EOC Institute 141’ and click the first result to see for yourself.
I should send them an email so they can add “Pick Up Chicks” as benefit #142. (Leave it to me to take such a beautiful, authentic practice and turn it into a way to attract women.)
If you actually drop your backpack and practice off time regularly, soon you’ll experience an abundance of love, an abundance of joy, or an abundance of peace.
Here’s my secret: I attract women because I literally radiate love, peace, or joy all the time.
When I feel an abundance of love, I literally feel like I can lay hands on someone and heal them like Jesus.
An abundance of Joy or bliss is the best state for working out. It’s better than any pre-workout drink. I have incredible workouts. You can do more cardio, lift more weight, and burn more calories with ease. And everyone at the gym wants to be your friend because they can feel you emanating joy.
Love is great, bliss is awesome, but an abundance of peace is my favorite. Imagine your mind, body, and soul completely at peace… It’s glorious.
I like to work in this state because I’m completely focused and my consultations just flow. It allows me to be in the zone.
If you have never felt an abundance of peace, you owe it to yourself to reach this state. To have the ability to achieve your desired state at will is priceless.
My default states are love and happiness. I feel love and happiness all the time. Image waking up every day feeling love, happiness, or peace the second you open your eyes. How do you typically feel when you wake up first thing in the morning?
By the way, experiencing these states for long periods of time will never burn you out. When they come from within - It’s like they’re nuclear powered. You’ll never be left feeling run down or exhausted.
I think that’s enough to get you started. I do have more advance techniques for attracting women. But this post is already a mile long so I’ll share them with you in a future post.
Thanks for reading, God bless you, See you soon.
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2020.09.20 18:28 BlindManBaldwin Game Thread: Denver Broncos (0-1) @ Pittsburgh Steelers (1-0)

WEEK 2

DENVER BRONCOS (0-01) @ PITTSBURGH STEELERS (1-0)
SCORE
Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 FINAL
0 3 11 7
7 10 0 9
Q1 Scoring:
4:23 - James Connor 2-yard TD Rush [PAT good]
Q2 Scoring:
12:07 - Brandon McManus 49-yard FG
6:23 - Claypool 84-yard TD rec (Ben Roethlisberger) [PAT good]
:39 - Chris Boswell 20-yard FG
Q3 Scoring:
8:00 - Brandon McManus 28-yard FG
1:07 - Noah Fant 20-yard TD (Jeff Driskel) [2PC good]
Q4 Scoring:
11:26 - Diante Johnson 30-yard TD rec (Ben Roethlisberger) [PAT good]
10:01 - Safety
7:43 - Melvin Gordon 16-yard TD rec (Jeff Driskel) [PAT good]

WEATHEBROADCAST

*11:00 MT/12:00 CT/1:00 ET/10:00 ET/5:00 GMT @ Heinz Field
Weather: 62f, sunny, 7 MPH winds
  • TV: Greg Gumbel, Rich Gannon and Jay Feely
  • Local Radio (KOA - 850 AM/94.1 FM & The Fox - 103.5 FM: Dave Logan, Rick Lewis, Susie Wargin)
Stream: /nflstreams
KOA link only works on desktop, not mobile.

INJURY

DEN Injury Report PIT Injury Report
DEN Inactivtes PIT Inactives

FAST FACTS

From PotRoastBoobs
  • The Broncos own a 15-8-1 (.646) all-time regular-season record against the Steelers.
  • The Broncos have won four of the last five games against the Steelers, including two playoff wins (2011 Wild Card game, 2015 Divisional Round). Four of those five games were decided by seven points or less.
  • Drew Lock can become the first Broncos QB since Peyton Manning in 2014 to record four consecutive games with a QB rating greater than 90.0.
  • Five-time Pro Bowl defensive end Jurrell Casey, who recorded six tackles (3 solo) and two pass deflections in his Broncos debut against Tennessee in Week 1, needs one tackle to reach 500 for his career (would join Calais Campbell, Linval Joseph and Ndamukong Suh as active defensive lineman with 500 tackles).
  • Brandon McManus needs one field goal to pass Matt Prater (141) for third all-time in team history.
  • Lloyd Cushenberry III became the second rookie center (J.D. Walton, 2010) and 12th rookie offensive linemen in team history to start in Week 1. Cushenberry played all 59 of the team’s offensive snaps in Week 1.
  • No team has blocked more kicks (six) than Denver since 2018. Shelby Harris blocked his second career field goal attempt against Tennessee in Week 1.

TEAM CONNECTIONS

From PotRoastBoobs
  • Broncos LB Mark Barron appeared in 15 games (9 starts) with the Steelers in 2019.
  • Prior to Week 4, Broncos TE Nick Vannett was traded from Seattle to Pittsburgh and saw action in 13 games (6 starts) in 2019 for the Steelers.
  • Broncos OL Coach Mike Munchak served as Steelers’ offensive line coach for four seasons (2014-18).

RANDOM THOUGHTS

AROUND THE AFC WEST

Team Opp. Date Time/Score
KC @ LAC 9/20 2:25
LAC KC 9/20 2:25
LV NO 9/21 6:15

THREAD NOTES

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2020.09.20 17:55 dogs34567 The Day my Ski mask saved my life

Everyone has tales about the strange. My story is about how my half-hole mask saved my life.Late in December, I was traveling north from Washington to my home state of Colorado. Nothing to fancy, I was just going to visit the family for the holidays. On my way north I hit a snow storm, nothing awful, just a lot of snow falling all at once.
I wasn’t worried about the small increase of snow at first, considering I had snow tires installed on my Jeep before I started my long journey home. I did, however, get a little hesitant to drive when the snow started to really come down. The large amount of falling snow coupled with the large amount already littering the ground as I traveled higher into the mountains caused me to consider finding a place to stay for the night. I figured I could get some sleep while the storm passes over, that and the fact that I could give my car’s heater a break before it would decide to burst into flames- or worse, just stop working all together. I scanned as much of the landscape as I could, but there were no buildings in the immediate area. The only other option that I had for my predicament was to keep driving and hope there was a town or exit nearby that I could take in order to escape from the storm. I must have been driving for at least an hour before I saw a sign up ahead indicating how far the closest city was. My heart sank a little when I read 162 miles as it flew by my windshield and vanished into the snowy night. At this point the snow was beating against my windshield, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last 162 minutes let alone 162 miles.
The digital clock on my radio read 1:21AM, and I decided that the next turn off I saw I would take and hope that I could find a neighborhood that will produce some results on my current endeavor. My thought process was: either freeze to death in my car, or stay the night at some random person’s house. Weighing the two options in my head I picked the only thing a sane person would pick and go with the house.
Another 30 minutes flew by, and still no luck finding a place to pull off. Just when I was starting to loose hope I saw a turn off in the distance. A small shape started make its way closer into my head lights and on further inspection it was reveled to me that they were two wooden poles that possibly belonged to a fence. When I turned onto the road between the two wooden poles the ground beneath me felt rocky and rough, like I was traveling on gravel. I didn’t drive for too long before I started to see a small cabin creep into my field of view.
The lights in the cabin were off, but the place seemed to be in good shape. I parked my car under a tall wild-looking tree that took residence on the cabin’s front lawn. Getting out of my car, I immediately grabbed my extra jacket and put it on pulling the half-hole mask I wore around my neck up and over my ears to keep the heat around my face. I put my cap on and trudged up to the cabin after putting my cap snug on my head. As I traveled through the cold windy night up to, what I felt was my salvation I immediately regretted not getting any gloves for my hands.
Despite the irritation I had with my hands, my face and the rest of my body were comfortably warm so I didn’t have much room to complain. I stuffed my frozen hands deep into my pockets and continued my journey across the cabin’s lawn. As I made my way to the door I noticed something odd. There was no indication of life anywhere; there wasn’t even a car in the front yard.
Taking my right hand out of my pocket I knocked 3 times, waiting patiently before saying “H-hello? Is anyone in there? I’m sorry to bother you so late at night, but I need a place to stay for a few hours.”
Nothing answered my plea for help, so I knocked 3 more times on the door hitting my knuckles harder against the aged wood of the entrance. “Hello?” I said again a little louder before continuing with “I’m not here to rob you or anything; I just need a place to stay for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll be gone by sunrise.”
As I finished my sentence I touched the ornate metal door handle. Noticing that the door seemed to be unlocked I said in a loud voice “I’m coming in now, if there’s anybody in there let me know now please.”
I pressed the metal leaver down, finding it a bit odd that the door was unlocked, and opened the door with little resistance on the other end closing it behind me with about the same resistance despite the fact the door looked really old. Looking around the area I noticed the cabin had 5 rooms: the living room- which was the biggest room- a small kitchen, an even smaller washroom, and- what I assumed were- 2 small bedrooms in the back. No lights were on inside the cozy cabin making it almost pitch dark if my eyes weren’t already adjusted to the darkness from outside. I decided the best thing to do would be to search for a light switch, so I took out my phone and turned on my flashlight app to scan the walls. My scan produced no results however, and at the risk of losing precious battery power on my phone I decided the best option would be to turn off the light and put my phone on airplane mode.
Before turning off my light I studied the paintings hanging on the wall that I glossed over in the initial scan. Each painting that crossed my sights was just typical landscapes or harbors- things like that. There was a painting that looked like a fox hunt or something like that, but other than that it was just typical paintings you would see hanging on the walls around an elderly person’s home. There was a painting, however, that caught my attention. The painting was small and consisted of what looked like two adults- a mother and father- a teenage girl, and a small child. The family captured in that painting were wearing what looked like Victorian era clothing. I’m only guessing about the clothes, I mean they could have been from the 1800’s or the early 20th century- the point is that the clothing was very ornate and regal. There was something really disturbing about the image in the painting though. The faces of each member of the family looked like they were smoothed over with clay- it’s kind of hard to describe it, but the 3 family members looked like they had no facial features. By no facial features I mean instead of the normal facial features you and I have, the 3 people in the painting hade grooves of smooth flesh where normally you have an eye, nose, or mouth.
The only person in the painting that didn’t posses a blank face was the teenage girl, which had normal facial features for a teenage girl- in fact she was quite breath taking. I pulled myself away from the painting to take a glance at my phone for the time. My phone indicated that it was passed 2 o’clock in the morning, so I decided to go to the back room and check to see if it was occupied. To my relief the room was vacant besides a medium sized bed, ornate dresser, and nightstand there wasn’t much to go by. The walls were blank besides more sappy paintings to give it a little more atmosphere.
Although there was no indication of a heating system- besides a chimney- the rooms were bearable enough that I figured I could just bundle up in my clothes under the covers in order to stay warm. I was only going to be there for a few hours anyway, so there wasn’t much point in starting a fire plus the people who owned the cabin wouldn’t be back tonight considering how late it was. I hopped into the worn out bed facing the open door next to another door I assumed was a closet and pulled my half-hole mask completely up and over my face to make sure my head would stay nice and warm the rest of my stay. Pulling the fabric of my mask down slightly I set the alarm on my phone for 4:30AM and put it back down onto the nightstand. I covered my face again and bundled up tightly with the sheets, closing my eyes and letting dreamland take me away until I woke up after what felt like minutes later to the sound of scratching.
My body froze as I heard the noise over and over again softly coming from the closed door. I tried to relax myself by thinking that all the noise that I heard was just a rat or some other animal that was spending the night in the closet while the cabin’s owners were away. Quietly I shifted onto my back, pulling my half-hole mask down slightly so a little slit appeared giving me a small window to look at what was out there. I laid on the bed stiff as a board with my cap and mask covering my face in such a way that it acted like a visor giving me a small peak at what was in the darkness. Thankfully my eyes were still adjusted to the dark, which gave me a small amount of reassurance as I continued looking in the direction the scratching noise was coming from.
The scratching continued louder and longer for what seemed like minutes until just like that, it suddenly stopped. Silence filled the room again, but it wasn’t a safe kind of silence. The deafening silence in the room was a foreboding ominous sort of silence. The vacuum of sound in the air was the type of silence that happens in a movie just before something jumps out at you. Just when I began to calm myself down the door knob to closet began to jiggle and turn very slowly.
My heart was racing out of my chest as I saw and heard that knob turn, and every inch of my body wanted to bolt out of that bed and out of that cabin before whatever was on the other side of that door got out after me. I laid perfectly still on the bed despite the fact that I had a cocktail of adrenalin, nerves, and instincts telling me to get the hell out of there. My eyes widened as the door to the closet opened slightly and I saw what looked like a dried head attached to an elongated neck pop out of the opening followed by a skeletal body. The thing that was emerging from the closet crawled on all fours out of the doorway and slowly made its way to the bed I was sleeping in. I had never been more frightened in my whole entire life as the thing stood up, almost touching the roof of the cabin, and looked down in my direction.
The creature stood there studying me as I peeked through the thin slit in my mask, pure terror swirling around in my mind as I glanced up at the body of the creature. Looking at the creatures’ skeletal face I noticed that it had no eyes in its’ eye sockets, which lead me to believe that it couldn’t see me even though I could see it. Just when the idea of it not being able to see me started to give me a little comfort the creature began to speak.
“Strange…” The creature whispered softly as it stroked my face with a cold moist giant hand while continuing to watch me, and then began to speak again.
“It has no fear of me…” The creature continued to say in a hoarse tone as it began to breathe loudly, continuing to look at me and gripping down on the edge of my bed. Feeling the creatures’ bonny hand touch the edge of my bed caused my brain to go into complete panic mode. The only thing that stopped me from jumping up was the thought that maybe the creature believed I was dead or asleep and wouldn’t attack.
“How can it not fear…? How can it not fear me..?” The thing said through clenched teeth and jagged sharp teeth before loudly gasping and suddenly pulling back with its’ mouth open in an expression that seemed like fear.
“It has no face.” The thing whispered to itself as it continued to back away.
“It has no face.” The creature said again, but this time louder than before and slightly more threatening.
“It has no face!” The creature shouted as it backed off further away from the bed. I heard the thing breathing loudly and quickly before calming down and slowly returning to the side of the bed.
Leaning over me slowly, the creature continued to look at me before softly beginning to breathe on my face. I could smell its’ foul breath even through my mask. The smell was so powerful that it took all my strength not gag as a reflex to the awful stench. In my mind I made the choice to keep motionless, and not do or say anything that could compromise whatever illusion I was giving the thing that was currently studying me. The creature breathed on me again softly. The stench I smelled from its’ breath could only be described as pure death, which only strengthened my resolve to stay perfectly motionless.
“Strange…” the thing whispered at me again, leaning in close to me to the point where I could see and smell its’ decaying flesh.
The creature slowly reached for me, its’ hand slowly moving towards my face. With every inch that decaying hand moved I couldn’t help but feel my situation becoming more and more dire. I thought that this was it for me. The creature would kill me tonight, or take me away and torture me then kill me and no one would know what happened to me. No one would find my body out here, and no one would know my story. I could feel tears start to swell up in my eyes as I thought of everyone I ever loved being yanked away from me in this one moment.
“No face, no face, no face.” The creature softly chanted as its’ hands crept ever closer to my face. I could hear the anguish in the creature’s voice as it continued chanting over and over as it reached for me.
As the creatures’ long boney hand crept only centimeters away from my face I braced myself for the worst, making the last thoughts I would ever have about the people who I loved. Just as I thought my life was all over a sudden loud noise erupted from the room, filling the ear closest to the nightstand with a flood of beeps, and causing the creature to scream and jump back. As the noise continued the creature threw itself back against the wall shrieking uncontrollably in terror as it stumbled back towards the closet. I was dumb struck for a second before the thought came to me that I had set my alarm for 4:30AM, which must have been the source of the noise.
I jumped out of the bed grabbing my phone and pointing the lit up screen at the monster as the alarm continued to ring loudly. The loud ringing caused the monster to shriek even more in confusion and terror as it retreated quicker as I approached. Seeing my chance I activated my phones flashlight and put it on strobe in order to disorientate the monster further.
“No face! No face! No face! The creature shrieked at me as it withdrew to the safety of the closet. I continued to shine my light on the creature, and for added effect I started playing loud music as I continued to jab my phone in the monsters’ direction like a lion tamer. The thing threw itself into the dark recesses of the closet and I shoved the door back locking it after I slammed it closed. The shrieks coming from the monster started to get fainter and fainter, like it was retreating deeper into the house.
“No face! No face! It has no face!” I could hear the creature yell out as it got further and further away.
After hearing the last retreating words of the thing that terrified me the whole night I bolted from the cabin at break-neck speed, jumping into my car, and floored it off the gravel road. I was shaking all over as I drove, and when I pulled my half-hole mask further down my exposed skin was as white as the snow that littered the ground. I was so frightened by the whole experience as soon as I pulled into the first town I saw, I parked my car, and began to sob uncontrollably for awhile. The experience that I had just been through would scar me for life, but as I wept in my car in the parking lot of a seven-eleven I couldn’t help but start to laugh a little in between my fits of crying. I got through my ordeal without so much as a scratch on me- well besides the mental scars- I was fine, I was alive, and I didn’t have to worry anymore.
After I finished with my whole episode of crying and laughing like an insane person I entered the store sniffling and wiping away the rest of my tears. As I continued into the store the cashier looked up at me and traced my direction with his eyes before continuing with what he was doing. The store was mostly empty, besides an elderly couple, I was the only customer in there. “Had a rough night?” The cashier said with one eyebrow cocked up while he scanned my items. “You have no idea.” I said looking out the window at the sunny winter day. “I noticed you looked a bit upset when you came in. What happened? Did you get dumped or something?” He said looking up at me as the register computed how much I owed him.
Looking at the young man behind the register, he seemed to be a little younger than I was- although that doesn’t say much because even though I’m 22 I look younger than my actual age. I looked at the cashier’s name tag for a second before feeling that I had nothing to lose by telling him about the night I just had. The small name on his ID tag read Evan, and as I finished telling him my frightening tale something odd happened. I expected him to burst out laughing or say I was the best liar he had ever talked to. Instead of doing any of that Evan just stood there, his skin milk white as he stared at me with an expression so horrified he gave me the impression that he just witnessed someone get run over by a train or something. “Evan, a-are you alright?” I said looking into his eyes while we both stood there quiet.
“W-what? Oh… Yea- it’s just…” Evan began to say before his thoughts trailed off due to the new feeling that we were both being watched. I began to feel eyes burn into the back of my head before turning around to see the old couple I glanced at when I entered the store beforehand. The old couple possessed the same horrified look that Evan had just a few seconds ago, they must have heard the whole story I told. After a few moments of silence the old couple asked me what I knew about the cabin, to which I couldn’t really say, I gave them the best description I could about what I saw. The couple proceeded to tell me about the cabin, how long it’s been there, and that it was haunted by a presence so terrifying that the place was condemned and left to rot away after so many people disappeared there. They told me that no one who ever stayed in that cabin has ever been seen alive again- if they’ve ever been seen at all after their visit.
“One of my best friends stayed the night in that cabin…” Evan said quietly as he stared off into the distance, but continued his thoughts with “I refused to go into the cabin, I knew something bad would happen if we went. I tried so hard to convince him that the dare was stupid and to not go in, but he refused to be labeled as a chicken and continued with the dare.”
Sponsored Content Is a Smoke-Free Society Within Our Grasp? Article Recommended by Evan’s eyes began to water as he continued with his story “I never saw him again after that night. I kept calling his house but his parents still couldn’t find him. We put out flyers and billboards but we never had any luck. After a few days we contacted the police and I told them about the cabin.”
Evan began to choke down tears as he clenched his fist “They found him in the basement of that cabin sprawled out on the floor. His eyes were surgically removed from his eyes sockets, his nose was removed, and his lips… they were sliced off. When they found him he was naked with an incision from the bottom of his rib cage to his pelvis down the middle of his body. All of the internal organs were extracted from his body and to add insult to injury his genitals were sliced clean off. But you want to know the worst part of it all? When the police did an autopsy on the body, they found that he was alive during the whole process.”
Evan winced as he remembered the whole gruesome site and said “they never found who, or what did it. There was no DNA evidence to convict anybody, they didn’t find the tools that made the incisions, and they didn’t find anything.”
Evan clenched his fist tighter on the table before the old man listening to our conversation put his hand on Evans shoulder to reassure him that it was going to be alright. As he comforted Evan he looked at me and said “People have been disappearing from that area for decades- maybe even centuries for all we know, but the bodies always end the same gruesome way. I don’t care who you are, no one deserves something like that happening to them. They should just torch that evil place to the ground.
The old lady joined her husbands’ side and looked at me with the most foreboding face I had ever seen. “If your story is true, you should consider yourself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. In all my years of living you are the only one to go into that cabin and come out alive.” The woman said gripping onto her husbands’ hand tightly as she spoke to me.
After hearing the old woman’s’ words I realized that Evan said the body of his friend was found in the basement, which explains why the monsters voice got fainter. It would have pulled me into the basement if my phone hadn’t gone off. I quickly paid for my items and left the store more troubled now than I was when I entered. Feeling drowsy due to the lack of sleep and constant adrenalin rush caused by my whole terrible ordeal I decided to go to a hotel and spend the day sleeping and relaxing to get my mind off things.
That night I sat on the bed in my hotel room and looked at the 2 items that saved my life. In one hand I gripped onto my half-hole mask, which hid my face from that terrible monster. In my other hand I held my Cell phone, which scared away the horrible beast that could have killed me. I decided that from that day on I would always wear my half-hole mask to bed- it saved my life that’s the least I can do for it. The recent brush with death I just experienced had taught me that life is too precious to waste, so I decided to ask my best friend Samantha out on a date and things worked perfectly.
Samantha and I were together for 2 years before I recently asked for her hand in marriage- which she said yes. Part of me will never forget that awful night and because of it not only have I been wearing my half-hole mask to bed every night since then, I’ve also made it a priority not to live in any type of house that has a basement. I as an added safety measure I started locking every door before going to bed- it’s a pain, but you can never be too careful. Despite these crazy precautions Samantha has accepted my little quirks and has continued to be supportive as we continue or journey through life together. I couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out in my life, and I’m so lucky to be with Samantha- everything’s perfect.
There’s just one thing that bothers me- and I think I might just have to blame my imagination, but sometimes when I wake up at night, when it’s really quiet… sometimes I’ll hear soft scratching noises. Also- and I think it’s just paranoia, but I swear, sometimes I hear something whisper “No face…” From inside my closet I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the next night so just in case I don’t at least someone will know what happened to me.
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2020.09.20 17:53 dogs34567 The Day my Ski mask saved my life

Everyone has tales about the strange. My story is about how my half-hole mask saved my life.Late in December, I was traveling north from Washington to my home state of Colorado. Nothing to fancy, I was just going to visit the family for the holidays. On my way north I hit a snow storm, nothing awful, just a lot of snow falling all at once.
I wasn’t worried about the small increase of snow at first, considering I had snow tires installed on my Jeep before I started my long journey home. I did, however, get a little hesitant to drive when the snow started to really come down. The large amount of falling snow coupled with the large amount already littering the ground as I traveled higher into the mountains caused me to consider finding a place to stay for the night. I figured I could get some sleep while the storm passes over, that and the fact that I could give my car’s heater a break before it would decide to burst into flames- or worse, just stop working all together. I scanned as much of the landscape as I could, but there were no buildings in the immediate area. The only other option that I had for my predicament was to keep driving and hope there was a town or exit nearby that I could take in order to escape from the storm. I must have been driving for at least an hour before I saw a sign up ahead indicating how far the closest city was. My heart sank a little when I read 162 miles as it flew by my windshield and vanished into the snowy night. At this point the snow was beating against my windshield, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last 162 minutes let alone 162 miles.
The digital clock on my radio read 1:21AM, and I decided that the next turn off I saw I would take and hope that I could find a neighborhood that will produce some results on my current endeavor. My thought process was: either freeze to death in my car, or stay the night at some random person’s house. Weighing the two options in my head I picked the only thing a sane person would pick and go with the house.
Another 30 minutes flew by, and still no luck finding a place to pull off. Just when I was starting to loose hope I saw a turn off in the distance. A small shape started make its way closer into my head lights and on further inspection it was reveled to me that they were two wooden poles that possibly belonged to a fence. When I turned onto the road between the two wooden poles the ground beneath me felt rocky and rough, like I was traveling on gravel. I didn’t drive for too long before I started to see a small cabin creep into my field of view.
The lights in the cabin were off, but the place seemed to be in good shape. I parked my car under a tall wild-looking tree that took residence on the cabin’s front lawn. Getting out of my car, I immediately grabbed my extra jacket and put it on pulling the half-hole mask I wore around my neck up and over my ears to keep the heat around my face. I put my cap on and trudged up to the cabin after putting my cap snug on my head. As I traveled through the cold windy night up to, what I felt was my salvation I immediately regretted not getting any gloves for my hands.
Despite the irritation I had with my hands, my face and the rest of my body were comfortably warm so I didn’t have much room to complain. I stuffed my frozen hands deep into my pockets and continued my journey across the cabin’s lawn. As I made my way to the door I noticed something odd. There was no indication of life anywhere; there wasn’t even a car in the front yard.
Taking my right hand out of my pocket I knocked 3 times, waiting patiently before saying “H-hello? Is anyone in there? I’m sorry to bother you so late at night, but I need a place to stay for a few hours.”
Nothing answered my plea for help, so I knocked 3 more times on the door hitting my knuckles harder against the aged wood of the entrance. “Hello?” I said again a little louder before continuing with “I’m not here to rob you or anything; I just need a place to stay for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll be gone by sunrise.”
As I finished my sentence I touched the ornate metal door handle. Noticing that the door seemed to be unlocked I said in a loud voice “I’m coming in now, if there’s anybody in there let me know now please.”
I pressed the metal leaver down, finding it a bit odd that the door was unlocked, and opened the door with little resistance on the other end closing it behind me with about the same resistance despite the fact the door looked really old. Looking around the area I noticed the cabin had 5 rooms: the living room- which was the biggest room- a small kitchen, an even smaller washroom, and- what I assumed were- 2 small bedrooms in the back. No lights were on inside the cozy cabin making it almost pitch dark if my eyes weren’t already adjusted to the darkness from outside. I decided the best thing to do would be to search for a light switch, so I took out my phone and turned on my flashlight app to scan the walls. My scan produced no results however, and at the risk of losing precious battery power on my phone I decided the best option would be to turn off the light and put my phone on airplane mode.
Before turning off my light I studied the paintings hanging on the wall that I glossed over in the initial scan. Each painting that crossed my sights was just typical landscapes or harbors- things like that. There was a painting that looked like a fox hunt or something like that, but other than that it was just typical paintings you would see hanging on the walls around an elderly person’s home. There was a painting, however, that caught my attention. The painting was small and consisted of what looked like two adults- a mother and father- a teenage girl, and a small child. The family captured in that painting were wearing what looked like Victorian era clothing. I’m only guessing about the clothes, I mean they could have been from the 1800’s or the early 20th century- the point is that the clothing was very ornate and regal. There was something really disturbing about the image in the painting though. The faces of each member of the family looked like they were smoothed over with clay- it’s kind of hard to describe it, but the 3 family members looked like they had no facial features. By no facial features I mean instead of the normal facial features you and I have, the 3 people in the painting hade grooves of smooth flesh where normally you have an eye, nose, or mouth.
The only person in the painting that didn’t posses a blank face was the teenage girl, which had normal facial features for a teenage girl- in fact she was quite breath taking. I pulled myself away from the painting to take a glance at my phone for the time. My phone indicated that it was passed 2 o’clock in the morning, so I decided to go to the back room and check to see if it was occupied. To my relief the room was vacant besides a medium sized bed, ornate dresser, and nightstand there wasn’t much to go by. The walls were blank besides more sappy paintings to give it a little more atmosphere.
Although there was no indication of a heating system- besides a chimney- the rooms were bearable enough that I figured I could just bundle up in my clothes under the covers in order to stay warm. I was only going to be there for a few hours anyway, so there wasn’t much point in starting a fire plus the people who owned the cabin wouldn’t be back tonight considering how late it was. I hopped into the worn out bed facing the open door next to another door I assumed was a closet and pulled my half-hole mask completely up and over my face to make sure my head would stay nice and warm the rest of my stay. Pulling the fabric of my mask down slightly I set the alarm on my phone for 4:30AM and put it back down onto the nightstand. I covered my face again and bundled up tightly with the sheets, closing my eyes and letting dreamland take me away until I woke up after what felt like minutes later to the sound of scratching.
My body froze as I heard the noise over and over again softly coming from the closed door. I tried to relax myself by thinking that all the noise that I heard was just a rat or some other animal that was spending the night in the closet while the cabin’s owners were away. Quietly I shifted onto my back, pulling my half-hole mask down slightly so a little slit appeared giving me a small window to look at what was out there. I laid on the bed stiff as a board with my cap and mask covering my face in such a way that it acted like a visor giving me a small peak at what was in the darkness. Thankfully my eyes were still adjusted to the dark, which gave me a small amount of reassurance as I continued looking in the direction the scratching noise was coming from.
The scratching continued louder and longer for what seemed like minutes until just like that, it suddenly stopped. Silence filled the room again, but it wasn’t a safe kind of silence. The deafening silence in the room was a foreboding ominous sort of silence. The vacuum of sound in the air was the type of silence that happens in a movie just before something jumps out at you. Just when I began to calm myself down the door knob to closet began to jiggle and turn very slowly.
My heart was racing out of my chest as I saw and heard that knob turn, and every inch of my body wanted to bolt out of that bed and out of that cabin before whatever was on the other side of that door got out after me. I laid perfectly still on the bed despite the fact that I had a cocktail of adrenalin, nerves, and instincts telling me to get the hell out of there. My eyes widened as the door to the closet opened slightly and I saw what looked like a dried head attached to an elongated neck pop out of the opening followed by a skeletal body. The thing that was emerging from the closet crawled on all fours out of the doorway and slowly made its way to the bed I was sleeping in. I had never been more frightened in my whole entire life as the thing stood up, almost touching the roof of the cabin, and looked down in my direction.
The creature stood there studying me as I peeked through the thin slit in my mask, pure terror swirling around in my mind as I glanced up at the body of the creature. Looking at the creatures’ skeletal face I noticed that it had no eyes in its’ eye sockets, which lead me to believe that it couldn’t see me even though I could see it. Just when the idea of it not being able to see me started to give me a little comfort the creature began to speak.
“Strange…” The creature whispered softly as it stroked my face with a cold moist giant hand while continuing to watch me, and then began to speak again.
“It has no fear of me…” The creature continued to say in a hoarse tone as it began to breathe loudly, continuing to look at me and gripping down on the edge of my bed. Feeling the creatures’ bonny hand touch the edge of my bed caused my brain to go into complete panic mode. The only thing that stopped me from jumping up was the thought that maybe the creature believed I was dead or asleep and wouldn’t attack.
“How can it not fear…? How can it not fear me..?” The thing said through clenched teeth and jagged sharp teeth before loudly gasping and suddenly pulling back with its’ mouth open in an expression that seemed like fear.
“It has no face.” The thing whispered to itself as it continued to back away.
“It has no face.” The creature said again, but this time louder than before and slightly more threatening.
“It has no face!” The creature shouted as it backed off further away from the bed. I heard the thing breathing loudly and quickly before calming down and slowly returning to the side of the bed.
Leaning over me slowly, the creature continued to look at me before softly beginning to breathe on my face. I could smell its’ foul breath even through my mask. The smell was so powerful that it took all my strength not gag as a reflex to the awful stench. In my mind I made the choice to keep motionless, and not do or say anything that could compromise whatever illusion I was giving the thing that was currently studying me. The creature breathed on me again softly. The stench I smelled from its’ breath could only be described as pure death, which only strengthened my resolve to stay perfectly motionless.
“Strange…” the thing whispered at me again, leaning in close to me to the point where I could see and smell its’ decaying flesh.
The creature slowly reached for me, its’ hand slowly moving towards my face. With every inch that decaying hand moved I couldn’t help but feel my situation becoming more and more dire. I thought that this was it for me. The creature would kill me tonight, or take me away and torture me then kill me and no one would know what happened to me. No one would find my body out here, and no one would know my story. I could feel tears start to swell up in my eyes as I thought of everyone I ever loved being yanked away from me in this one moment.
“No face, no face, no face.” The creature softly chanted as its’ hands crept ever closer to my face. I could hear the anguish in the creature’s voice as it continued chanting over and over as it reached for me.
As the creatures’ long boney hand crept only centimeters away from my face I braced myself for the worst, making the last thoughts I would ever have about the people who I loved. Just as I thought my life was all over a sudden loud noise erupted from the room, filling the ear closest to the nightstand with a flood of beeps, and causing the creature to scream and jump back. As the noise continued the creature threw itself back against the wall shrieking uncontrollably in terror as it stumbled back towards the closet. I was dumb struck for a second before the thought came to me that I had set my alarm for 4:30AM, which must have been the source of the noise.
I jumped out of the bed grabbing my phone and pointing the lit up screen at the monster as the alarm continued to ring loudly. The loud ringing caused the monster to shriek even more in confusion and terror as it retreated quicker as I approached. Seeing my chance I activated my phones flashlight and put it on strobe in order to disorientate the monster further.
“No face! No face! No face! The creature shrieked at me as it withdrew to the safety of the closet. I continued to shine my light on the creature, and for added effect I started playing loud music as I continued to jab my phone in the monsters’ direction like a lion tamer. The thing threw itself into the dark recesses of the closet and I shoved the door back locking it after I slammed it closed. The shrieks coming from the monster started to get fainter and fainter, like it was retreating deeper into the house.
“No face! No face! It has no face!” I could hear the creature yell out as it got further and further away.
After hearing the last retreating words of the thing that terrified me the whole night I bolted from the cabin at break-neck speed, jumping into my car, and floored it off the gravel road. I was shaking all over as I drove, and when I pulled my half-hole mask further down my exposed skin was as white as the snow that littered the ground. I was so frightened by the whole experience as soon as I pulled into the first town I saw, I parked my car, and began to sob uncontrollably for awhile. The experience that I had just been through would scar me for life, but as I wept in my car in the parking lot of a seven-eleven I couldn’t help but start to laugh a little in between my fits of crying. I got through my ordeal without so much as a scratch on me- well besides the mental scars- I was fine, I was alive, and I didn’t have to worry anymore.
After I finished with my whole episode of crying and laughing like an insane person I entered the store sniffling and wiping away the rest of my tears. As I continued into the store the cashier looked up at me and traced my direction with his eyes before continuing with what he was doing. The store was mostly empty, besides an elderly couple, I was the only customer in there. “Had a rough night?” The cashier said with one eyebrow cocked up while he scanned my items. “You have no idea.” I said looking out the window at the sunny winter day. “I noticed you looked a bit upset when you came in. What happened? Did you get dumped or something?” He said looking up at me as the register computed how much I owed him.
Looking at the young man behind the register, he seemed to be a little younger than I was- although that doesn’t say much because even though I’m 22 I look younger than my actual age. I looked at the cashier’s name tag for a second before feeling that I had nothing to lose by telling him about the night I just had. The small name on his ID tag read Evan, and as I finished telling him my frightening tale something odd happened. I expected him to burst out laughing or say I was the best liar he had ever talked to. Instead of doing any of that Evan just stood there, his skin milk white as he stared at me with an expression so horrified he gave me the impression that he just witnessed someone get run over by a train or something. “Evan, a-are you alright?” I said looking into his eyes while we both stood there quiet.
“W-what? Oh… Yea- it’s just…” Evan began to say before his thoughts trailed off due to the new feeling that we were both being watched. I began to feel eyes burn into the back of my head before turning around to see the old couple I glanced at when I entered the store beforehand. The old couple possessed the same horrified look that Evan had just a few seconds ago, they must have heard the whole story I told. After a few moments of silence the old couple asked me what I knew about the cabin, to which I couldn’t really say, I gave them the best description I could about what I saw. The couple proceeded to tell me about the cabin, how long it’s been there, and that it was haunted by a presence so terrifying that the place was condemned and left to rot away after so many people disappeared there. They told me that no one who ever stayed in that cabin has ever been seen alive again- if they’ve ever been seen at all after their visit.
“One of my best friends stayed the night in that cabin…” Evan said quietly as he stared off into the distance, but continued his thoughts with “I refused to go into the cabin, I knew something bad would happen if we went. I tried so hard to convince him that the dare was stupid and to not go in, but he refused to be labeled as a chicken and continued with the dare.”
Sponsored Content Is a Smoke-Free Society Within Our Grasp? Article Recommended by Evan’s eyes began to water as he continued with his story “I never saw him again after that night. I kept calling his house but his parents still couldn’t find him. We put out flyers and billboards but we never had any luck. After a few days we contacted the police and I told them about the cabin.”
Evan began to choke down tears as he clenched his fist “They found him in the basement of that cabin sprawled out on the floor. His eyes were surgically removed from his eyes sockets, his nose was removed, and his lips… they were sliced off. When they found him he was naked with an incision from the bottom of his rib cage to his pelvis down the middle of his body. All of the internal organs were extracted from his body and to add insult to injury his genitals were sliced clean off. But you want to know the worst part of it all? When the police did an autopsy on the body, they found that he was alive during the whole process.”
Evan winced as he remembered the whole gruesome site and said “they never found who, or what did it. There was no DNA evidence to convict anybody, they didn’t find the tools that made the incisions, and they didn’t find anything.”
Evan clenched his fist tighter on the table before the old man listening to our conversation put his hand on Evans shoulder to reassure him that it was going to be alright. As he comforted Evan he looked at me and said “People have been disappearing from that area for decades- maybe even centuries for all we know, but the bodies always end the same gruesome way. I don’t care who you are, no one deserves something like that happening to them. They should just torch that evil place to the ground.
The old lady joined her husbands’ side and looked at me with the most foreboding face I had ever seen. “If your story is true, you should consider yourself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. In all my years of living you are the only one to go into that cabin and come out alive.” The woman said gripping onto her husbands’ hand tightly as she spoke to me.
After hearing the old woman’s’ words I realized that Evan said the body of his friend was found in the basement, which explains why the monsters voice got fainter. It would have pulled me into the basement if my phone hadn’t gone off. I quickly paid for my items and left the store more troubled now than I was when I entered. Feeling drowsy due to the lack of sleep and constant adrenalin rush caused by my whole terrible ordeal I decided to go to a hotel and spend the day sleeping and relaxing to get my mind off things.
That night I sat on the bed in my hotel room and looked at the 2 items that saved my life. In one hand I gripped onto my half-hole mask, which hid my face from that terrible monster. In my other hand I held my Cell phone, which scared away the horrible beast that could have killed me. I decided that from that day on I would always wear my half-hole mask to bed- it saved my life that’s the least I can do for it. The recent brush with death I just experienced had taught me that life is too precious to waste, so I decided to ask my best friend Samantha out on a date and things worked perfectly.
Samantha and I were together for 2 years before I recently asked for her hand in marriage- which she said yes. Part of me will never forget that awful night and because of it not only have I been wearing my half-hole mask to bed every night since then, I’ve also made it a priority not to live in any type of house that has a basement. I as an added safety measure I started locking every door before going to bed- it’s a pain, but you can never be too careful. Despite these crazy precautions Samantha has accepted my little quirks and has continued to be supportive as we continue or journey through life together. I couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out in my life, and I’m so lucky to be with Samantha- everything’s perfect.
There’s just one thing that bothers me- and I think I might just have to blame my imagination, but sometimes when I wake up at night, when it’s really quiet… sometimes I’ll hear soft scratching noises. Also- and I think it’s just paranoia, but I swear, sometimes I hear something whisper “No face…” From inside my closet I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the next night so just in case I don’t at least someone will know what happened to me.
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2020.09.20 05:55 BlindManBaldwin Pre Game Thread: Denver Broncos (0-1) @ Pittsburgh Steelers (1-0)

WEEK 2

DENVER BRONCOS (0-01) @ PITTSBURGH STEELERS (1-0)

STATS

Offense
Stats
Points 14 26
Yards 323 349
Y/P 5.5 5.5
TO 1 1
PYds 216 208
PTDs 1 3
INTs 0 0
NY/A 6.5 6.1
CMP% 66.6% 65.6%
RYds 107 141
RTDs 1 0
YA 4.1 4.7
Defense
Stats
Points 16 16
Yards 377 291
Y/P 4.8 4.5
TO 0 2
PYds 247 262
PTDs 2 2
INTs 0 2
NY/A 5.6 6.0
CMP% 67.4% 63.4%
RYds 130 29
RTDs 0 0
YA 3.8 1.5
Degenerate Gambling Stuff
PIT -7 O/U 41.5
BMB’s opinion: PIT cover, under

WEATHEBROADCAST

*11:00 MT/12:00 CT/1:00 ET/10:00 ET/5:00 GMT @ Heinz Field
Weather: 62f, sunny, 7 MPH winds
  • TV: Greg Gumbel, Rich Gannon and Jay Feely
  • Local Radio (KOA - 850 AM/94.1 FM & The Fox - 103.5 FM: Dave Logan, Rick Lewis, Susie Wargin)
Stream: /nflstreams
KOA link only works on desktop, not mobile.

INJURY

DEN Injury Report PIT Injury Report

FAST FACTS

From PotRoastBoobs
  • The Broncos own a 15-8-1 (.646) all-time regular-season record against the Steelers.
  • The Broncos have won four of the last five games against the Steelers, including two playoff wins (2011 Wild Card game, 2015 Divisional Round). Four of those five games were decided by seven points or less.
  • Drew Lock can become the first Broncos QB since Peyton Manning in 2014 to record four consecutive games with a QB rating greater than 90.0.
  • Five-time Pro Bowl defensive end Jurrell Casey, who recorded six tackles (3 solo) and two pass deflections in his Broncos debut against Tennessee in Week 1, needs one tackle to reach 500 for his career (would join Calais Campbell, Linval Joseph and Ndamukong Suh as active defensive lineman with 500 tackles).
  • Brandon McManus needs one field goal to pass Matt Prater (141) for third all-time in team history.
  • Lloyd Cushenberry III became the second rookie center (J.D. Walton, 2010) and 12th rookie offensive linemen in team history to start in Week 1. Cushenberry played all 59 of the team’s offensive snaps in Week 1.
  • No team has blocked more kicks (six) than Denver since 2018. Shelby Harris blocked his second career field goal attempt against Tennessee in Week 1.

TEAM CONNECTIONS

From PotRoastBoobs
  • Broncos LB Mark Barron appeared in 15 games (9 starts) with the Steelers in 2019.
  • Prior to Week 4, Broncos TE Nick Vannett was traded from Seattle to Pittsburgh and saw action in 13 games (6 starts) in 2019 for the Steelers.
  • Broncos OL Coach Mike Munchak served as Steelers’ offensive line coach for four seasons (2014-18).

RANDOM THOUGHTS

AROUND THE AFC WEST

Team Opp. Date Time/Score
KC @ LAC 9/20 2:25
LAC KC 9/20 2:25
LV NO 9/21 6:15

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