we can always change the tune

Exactly. Not a good look to use the rising sun flag.

Nah I actually have to work for a living instead of being a drug addict low life pice of shit

Ancient eyes look at me. ''So, you've come.'' I nod. Of course I've come. ''You must understand, that this isn't the secret correct door, which leads to the real paradise.'' I roll my eyes, of course it isn't. I'm not an imbecile who'd think that they could get one over on the masses simply by taking the least popular choice. ''This is Pride. An eternity in Pride is an eternity where you will work for your glory. You will not have rest, or feasts, or battles for the sake of battles. This is not a place of pleasure or revenge.'' I tap my foot impatiently against the black marble floor. ''You will be cast into a billion worlds, born anew without your memories as a fresh perspective, and you will have to earn glory, crowns, power, and PRIDE. This you will always do, for you are bound by what you are, full of unlimited ambition, and an arrogance the likes of which mortal men can rarely know.'' Now that sounds actually fairly equitable. There will be victories, there will be defeats. But always, there will be unstoppable Pride. Unstoppable determination to win. When the other souls grow bored or mad with their choices, I will live in fame and infamy through eternity. ''It is not a blessing, nor a curse. It simply is. When a billion lives are over, when eternity is at its end, you will return here and remember all that you have earned. Every victory won, every ambition fulfilled, every glory taken.''

''And then what, do I become god?'' I ask in jest. The angel, weathered, tired, and ancient, sighs. ''No. Not really. Once that is over, you will be given the choice to return for another billion lives of adventure and glory, or to become the mind-seed for a new universe. You will become the amaranthine dream of a new reality that shall bring forth its own adventures, own tragedies, own afterlife which might make more sense than our current set-up. You will become everything; everything will become you.'' I shrug. Makes slightly better sense than the traditional ideas about heaven and hell in any case. Doesn't actually sound all that bad, now that I come to think of it, this eternity of Pride. I smile, as I consider the grandeur of this task. A billion lives, and countless new wondrous and terrible experiences. Let it be so. ''Alright you decrepit withered angel, let's get to it. Send me to a new world, where I shall do my utmost to conquer in whatever possible form I can! Let a billion lifetimes of adventure and wonder begin.''

He nods, the creaking bones of his wings flutter. ''Not many dare to make that choice. Behind every door of the seven sins, there is an eternity that will make you happy. Pride is the only door that has an ending though. None in the other sin-realms are mad, brave, or arrogant enough to end. Only the truly proud dares to seek an ending.'' I nod as he begins casting whatever angelic magic that will send me onwards into adventure. ''There must be an ending to the legend, otherwise, the bards and storytellers won't ever speak of it. Eternity is never desirable. It is not the hallmarks of any story I would ever want to hear.''

/r/ApocalypseOwl

Lefty’s

Hi, I floss everyday. I use a lot of products that claim to tackle bb but I have had no improvements.

Go do it, it's worthwhile of a week-long summer trip. Fly into SF and drive over to Yosemite/Kings Canyon/Sequoia for a few days, and then drive back to the coast (maybe San Luis Obispo area) and drive back up along the 1 through Big Sur to SF before flying home. You likely can't fit in Shasta/Redwoods unless you prioritize that over the Yosemite area or take a 2 week trip.

Just know the water is freezing all along the CA coast basically all times of the year.

I love(d) my green one! But it was permanently borrowed by a house guest :(

It’s been over two decades since I’ve left my small hometown that only had two stoplights and where cars were required. I will never take a 10-15 wait for metro for granted. Even when an hour metrobus wait is a pain, I’ll take that over car payments I wouldn’t be able to afford.

This one gets to me. I do not support conspiratorial thinking, but this one irks me after all this time.

From the Wikipedia article "He had researched large-scale venues in cities such as Boston since at least May 2017,[10] and had reserved a room overlooking the August 2017 Lollapalooza festival in Chicago, but did not use it.[11]"

So... he was researching large concerts months before the shooting, in places that have nothing to do with casinos...

Whatever the real story is with this shooting, we don't have it.

"A report published by the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in January 2019 said that "there was no single or clear motivating factor" for the shooting.[77]"

The Behavioral Analysis Unit is serious business and if anyone could find a motive it would be them.

Some background (from the little we have) on the shooter is strange "He was a son of Benjamin Paddock, a bank robber who was on the FBI's most-wanted list between 1969 and 1977.[92]"

And the weirdest thing to me: "Investigators found hidden surveillance cameras that were placed inside and outside the hotel room, presumably so Paddock could monitor the arrival of others.[67] The cameras were not in record mode.[68] Police said a handwritten note found in the room indicated Paddock had been calculating the distance, wind, and trajectory from his 32nd floor hotel suite to the concertgoers he was targeting on the festival lot.

So some dude, who was pictured at a womens march in a vagina hat, is setting up monitoring devices, calculating wind & trajectory to perpetrate this... for what? If he had a manifesto, we haven't seen it. We've seen more footage from the shooting 2 days ago.

We have really liked The Nest in Hanover so far.

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He's out ?? Funny.

I could name more but I feel going into detail about the millions others would make for a very long comment

The decor is decidedly neutral. There are no flames, no pitchforks, and no lakes of boiling acid. No horned Lucifer, with rotten wings and serpent eyes laughing at our misfortune. It isn't what we'd call hellish. But on the other hand, it isn't exactly heavenly either. No fair gardens, full of peace and quiet. No warm gentle lights, no angelic choirs, not a place by the side of any sort of maker. Mostly, it looks like the DMV. Long lines, leading to countless sets of seven gates. Each are the exact same gates, just existing at multiple locations at the same time, allowing for countless lines of human souls to pass through them at once. At least, that's what the faded and clearly generic pamphlet you get when you arrive says. Other than that, there are low-quality but free machines that dispenses adequate coffee, acceptable snacks, and some not entirely comfortable couches where you can sit if you're not sure which gate to enter. Some of us do sit there, drinking the unremarkable coffee, reading the pamphlet for information about what lies behind the gates.

Once you've entered, you can't pick a different one. Each gate is marked as belonging to a specific sin, of the traditional seven. Enter there and experience that stuff forever. First in the order is pretty simple. Gluttony. It looks to be a fairly greasy door, with a good deal of stains on it. Behind it, there is every kind of overindulgence. Food, drink, drugs, you name it, they've got it. Chocolate oceans, pools of whiskey, mountains of ice cream, free drugs of every kind from dispensaries everywhere. Pretty simple when you think about it, but there is an allure in it for many. Eat but never get full, drink but never have the hangover, feel the high and never the lows. It is understandable. Next is even more understandable, Lust. Less of a conventional door, and more a series of enticing veils. Through there you find exactly what you expect: Endless parlours, countless harems, boudoirs full of everything you can possible want in bed. That one is especially popular. In the infinite office, this DMV of the afterlife, there is a line to get inside Lust, and it is pretty unruly. In there, one can, supposedly, fulfil every passion, no matter how strange, sate every desire, no matter how bizarre. An eternity like that should be pretty eventful.

Greed, or Avarice, comes next. It cannot be satisfied unless it has the most names. But it is pretty simple. Money, gold, wealth beyond measure, infinite treasure, it is the door that is most gaudy and looks so golden and bejewelled that it is ridiculous. High stocks, riches, big business, super-yachts, solid gold jacuzzis, jewels, and more; all that jazz. That's it forever behind that door. Ostentatious if you ask me, but I never sought out such things in life for the mere sake of having them. Those who cannot have enough will perhaps find it, but I don't intend to enter through there. Personally, when I look at the doors, I find it weird that there are only seven, but somehow I doubt that this place is built upon the writings of John Cassian the Roman monk, and his eight sins, because there are no doors marked as sorrow or despair, which was his fourth deadly sin. Then again, who'd ever actually enter that?

Instead, the fourth door is Wrath. And it is dented, battered, and broken. Many enter it. Beyond lies every battle every fought, every conflict ever wrought, every single moment made in wrath, continuing forever. A battle that never ends with no victors in sight. A horrible eternity, and yet many rough-looking souls, and those who could never fulfil their rage in life, gleefully charge through the door. Some men are lost to rage. I've known some such men, who for a brief time become the fire inside of them, as it burns them out. It tears them apart, and leaves behind either death or empty shells that cannot be called back to the men they were. I do not seek what lies behind this door. Next comes Sloth. Seems to be a door leading to a bedroom. According to the pamphlet it is literally just an endless realm of good places to sleep, watch TV, relax, nap, and lie in the warm sun. It is quiet in there, and there is nothing that happens. A fair number of people go in there, and I don't blame them. After a long life, what you probably need is a good long rest, though judging from the hazy nature of some of the souls entering there, they seem to have been slothful in life too.

Sixth door is Envy. Not entirely sure how you'd experience that forever, but then again, this is death, nobody ever said it had to be very logical. Certainly don't recall having ever heard of this place before, but it seemingly exists despite its irrational nature. The envious get revenge. Get even. Oddly enough, that's the only thing the pamphlet says about it. You get even. Sounds vaguely ominous, and not entirely psychologically healthy. The door itself reflects this. It looks like the gate to a prison. Perhaps that place behind it, is the closest thing we get to a traditional hell. Not that I intend to enter there. Any enemy I might have had in life, I crushed. I was envious of no living or dead man. Only a few enter it. And they look incredibly worrying. Those who enter Wrath look either like emotionally detached veterans, returning to the war that hasn't left their heads, or violent lunatics that scream with glee. But the souls who enter the door of Envy look twisted and bitter. Like they've been stewing in that sin to the point that their souls are corrupt or something. I shudder to look at them.

And finally, I come to the forefront of the queue. Seven doors. Gluttony holds no enticement for me, food is good and all, but not so good that I'd spend the rest of eternity indulging. Lust isn't it either, sure I could probably enjoy myself for a good long while in there, but as eternity stretches, how long can you continue to find it interesting when it is constant fulfilment? Greed is out, that's for people with nothing inside of them, empty, hollow creatures desperate to fill the whole hole in them, and the only thing they pour into themselves is empty mammon. Wrath isn't my style either; even Valhalla had breaks in-between the battles to feast and party. Sloth has some merit, but really, I'd go mad without anything to do besides rest. And Envy is not going to happen. Thus, my eyes are drawn to the only door that seems unused. I've been here in this infinite DMV of the afterlife, watching people in a million queues march towards the seven doors of the seven sins, and none has ever used the rusty door of Pride. It is there, I can see it, and yet it isn't described in the pamphlet at all. Even Envy had some pictures with its laconic description. Not pleasant pictures mind you, but pictures all the same.

Pride is just there. And instead of entering any of the other doors, I walk with measured steps towards its ancient rusted frame. Wrenching it open is a titanic effort on my part, which is strange as I am dead and thus should not feel any physical strain, and yet I keep doing it. I keep opening the door. It creaks ominously as it opens just enough for me to slip inside. The noise of the souls behind me cuts off as the rusted gate closes with a deafening boom. Behind the door of Pride, I see it. Vast palatial halls stretch before me. Proud statues hold their heads and blades aloft into the air. In the distance I see a vast and ancient throne, and I approach it without fear. This is what I have chosen, and I do not fear the ramifications of my choice. Let any challenger come, I am prepared. I see a figure upon the throne as I approach it. Once it was a tall man. Once it was a man with a straight back and a imperious glare which could silence lesser men with fear. Once it was an emperor. Once it was an angel.

Aber die wahre Frage ist, welches Layouts verwendets ihr .. oida?

How would that even work lol. Like who would be listening? I know the manager would be too busy, and so would the entire FOH/BOH.

They must have someone in a booth monitoring the lightbulbs and relaying it via earpiece, it's the only practical explanation.

He definitely blocked the entire bike path after this roundabout, people had to bike on the auto lane to pass him. Hope the guy, the door and the flagpole (?) made it to their destination safely

The Pope has blessed the Summer Game Fest coming June 8th.

I think confronting her would make you look jealous and insecure. If your partner is ok with just ignoring her, go that route. It sounds like you trust him and he’s not interested, so don’t let it get to you.

Milf island...

I just noticed that thing...looks like a giant butt plug.

is that a gangle of cats?

there’s my cocaine cup