Using glue makes it easier to keep the hair... and ears connected (especially when adding physics later)!! 😌✨ 🌊 VT: Luna🌙🌊 🎨 Artist: Jun | STORE CLOSED #Live2D #Vtubersshow more

If you typically stream with a 3D model, I... highly recommend that you pose your model when you’re not doing full body mocap instead of letting it stay in the stiff generic pose! It makes a huge difference in how your energy is conveyed (ᗒ⩊ᗕ)⸝ި ʕᦏ⌎ I’m only saying this because I noticed this a lot with my own 3D kids, but here’s a comparison showcase: ← default pose & default pendulum physics in Warudo → custom poses & slightly adjusted pendulum physics If you find it hard to pose within Warudo by using bone offsets or none of the existing poses in Warudo vibe with you, you can make your own like me! I made my custom poses in “VRM Posing Desktop” (this is the BEST vrm posing app I’ve ever used in the past 3 years) and exported them as Unity anims then dropped them into Warudo’s animation folder! You can then make a simple blueprint in Warudo to toggle between poses and make your model look more alive! It should fit especially well for just chatting streams 🙂‍↕️✨show more

VTubing is for everyone! I don't like to bring... this up, but recent events in the VTuber community made some people really vile. I had my M&G at HolMat last week and had people come up and just yell at me for being a girl in the "womans world", that is VTubing, no idea about who I was, or why I was there. I had the same group return to my handler multiple times, I felt really worried about the person carrying me around having to deal with this repeatedly and tried to steer them away from the group. It seems they found my YT and left me a handful of the same comments, luckily all caught by moderation tools. While I will refrain from M&G's for a little until this calms down I want to say this; I have been managing for over 1.5 years now, I deliberately take on male VTubers to show them that they can still do it. I take on people that have babiniku accounts, those that are changing from one gender presentation to another and want help, and those that have no gender presentation in their avatar. A lot of male VTubers struggle to find a manager because the stereotype is that all male VTubers are evil and it perpetuates a stereotype that extends beyond entertainment industry subcultures like streaming. VTubing has always been a medium, while character and marketing matters, it's about what makes you happy, YOU are the person that makes the content. Use whatever you want as an avatar, use a voice changer if that's what you want to do. Every month I have a male client bring up they can't do it the same way, that it's easier if jiggle physics or a cute voice is the answer to fast growth. And I tell them yeah, I can also do ASMR, I can do drama content, collab with a larger person, and get to x amount of viewers. There are shortcuts in every entertainment profession and subculture. Does it last? Do quick fixes for anything ever last? Yes, great physics and an expensive model can get people in, but if your value, your way of interacting with people, your content plan and marketing is ass, you can pack up. Most of us start on a small budget, premade or resold models, and it's the same in the big league entertainment industry too. Can I take out a loan and put myself on a billboard tomorrow, can I pay the most expensive model artist and rigger and get in along corporate VTubers tomorrow? Sure. Will it last, will it be genuine, will people trust me? Hell no. Genuine communities and growth build trust. I think streaming, creative industries, entertainment, are full of people, regardless of gender, that will see success and call it "easy", because of what they see as the end product. They don't see most VTubers working a second job, they don't see the managers, they don't see 100+ hours a month going into content production, years invested in singing and voice lessons, model redebut after redebut. I think a lot of male VTubers get a bad rep, because so many boys are raised without putting emphasis on empathy and creativity, watching my brothers be told they should not pursue art, that theatre class is a waste of time, and that they needed to go study x or y to make money for their families in the future was heartbreaking. Nobody should have to look at others and feel so much hatred for society they turn against a whole group of people. If you want to pursue entertainment, please do. If you want to grow and try and make a name for yourself, you should start there, not with yelling about how you already failed. "Oh but I can't", "Oh but the odds are stacked against me", look at the big streamers, look at Ironmouse who overcame everything with hard work, look at Kiara who rose from the ashes, look at everyone that fights against their odds every day and give it your all. If you already think you lost, then you have nothing to lose. Don't give up on your dreams because others tell you to.show more

All cops are ******** As I was walking to... catch a bus, sirens suddenly started coming from several directions. My attention was drawn to a lone police officer and two PCSOs fighting to save a man’s life. A passenger on a bus had gone into cardiac arrest and, without hesitation, they were on the floor administering CPR in a desperate attempt to bring him back. Within moments a trainee doctor joined them, and the fight to keep the man alive continued. A few minutes later — although it felt far longer — more officers arrived along with the first paramedic car. The man’s heart stopped more than once, but the effort never stopped. CPR continued, equipment arrived, and after a long battle at the scene the patient was finally prepared for transport to hospital in a critical condition, connected to everything possible to keep him alive. Medics later told the officer and PCSOs that without their immediate actions, the man would not even have made it to an ambulance. By pure chance they had been on a bus behind when they were alerted, and with no kit and no time to think, they went straight to work. Once relieved by paramedics and other officers arriving, the first officer went straight back to duty, protecting the scene and asking people to use an alternative route as the pavement had been closed. Having moments earlier been pumping a man’s chest trying to keep him alive, he then found himself dealing with the annoyance of members of the public unhappy at being told they could not walk through. It was a telling moment. I spoke briefly with the officer afterwards. He told me he has dealt with injured people before, and has been present at scenes involving the deceased, but this was the first time he had to perform CPR himself on the street. Those who have been in that position will know exactly how something like that stays with you long after the incident is over. For all the criticism aimed at police on social media, this is the side rarely seen — usually unreported — and forgotten with all the hate-officers going from routine patrol to life-and-death in seconds, doing everything they can to save someone they have never met, and carrying the weight of it afterwards. I do not know what the outcome will be for the patient, but one thing is certain — without that officer and those PCSOs, he would not have left that place alive. My thoughts are not only with the patient, and I hope he makes a recovery, but also with everyone who was there, especially the first officer on scene and the PCSOs. Today they made the difference. Sadly, I have stood at too many scenes where the fight ends differently. London & UK Street News Chris Hobbs Tom Gaymor 🎙️ Brick Cop©️ Metropolitan Police South Area - Croydon MPSshow more

I just sold my startup Talknotes for $200,000 on... acquire.com 💸🤯🤩💰🥳🎉 I launched it last August when I was looking for an idea I could grow with paid ads, and made a MVP in one week. I took it from $0 to $7500 MRR in just 11 months. 👉 Here is how I grew it from zero: 💡 Idea: I got the idea when I tried to write a tweet using Google Doc's transcription tool, but it was terrible. And I was pretty sure I wasn't the one too lazy to type. So I made my own solution, and Talknotes was created. The audience is pretty broad so it was a perfect fit for Meta ads However… ✅ Validation: My rule is to only reinvest what the project generates, so, no ads until I make enough cashflow ❌ Listing on startup directories + a few Twitter sales generated $700 after 10 days. Yes, it's not much, but more than enough to show there is interest in the product and tell me to keep working on it 🤩 I started adding the features users requested, but the launch effect started to wear off and daily revenues quickly went to $0 after a few weeks 🫥 I got depressed and almost gave up on the app... 😔 But luckily, my friends and Dan Kulkov pushed me to continue And I'm glad they did because In October, I launched on Product Hunt 😸 and it blew up 🤯 It got Product of the Day and reached $1500 MRR thanks to the media coverage 🚀🚀 Until then, everything was done using vanilla JS/CSS/HTML + Node for back end. It's simple and easy, but I saw the limitations, so I remade the app using Nuxt to make it easier in the future 🏗️ (thanks to @blackevilgoblin and Piotr Jura for the content/courses! Tim Bennetto as well for the basics!) After that, I took a break and then launched ads on Facebook. The strategy is simple: Catch people's attention, and show them how the app can help them improve their life. No need to over-complicate 🙅‍♂️ Making good creatives is 80% of the job when doing ads on Facebook, most of the technical stuff is done by AI now. Thanks to the boost in traffic, I implemented a feedback loop: 1) Get new users 👥 2) Learn to know them with the onboarding form 💬 3) Make more ads based on the data you get from onboarding 📝 And it completely blew up. MRR doubled in ~2 months However... In May, I had a bad burnout 🥵😩 Multiple bugs slipped into the app, and I had to spend 2 days fixing everything in an emergency while revenues plummeted. This completely fucked me up mentally and had a hard time working on the app after that ( 💀💀 So I decided to list it on acquire.com and made a Twitter post ( I listed it for $200,000, a pretty low price considering the revenues and fast growth. I could have gotten $300,000 if I accepted payment over time, but $200,000 today is better than $300,000 tomorrow for me. 🚨 The process went smoothly until we tried to use Escrow, which almost fucked up the whole deal. (details: I got extremely lucky because the buyer really wanted to buy the app, but this could have ended the deal. We had to wait over a week to get the money back from them, even tho they said they already refunded it. But luckily, after threatening them, they sent it back the next day 🙃 The buyer finally got the money back, I transferred every asset to him, and he sent me the wire. With the profit made from the app + the sale, and other projects, I'm 30% away from being a millionaire 🤯 With this amount, I can pretty much retire in Asia if I want to. But that's just the beginning, I’m going to launch new projects soon! 🚀 But before that, I need to take a real vacation and detox. My brain is completely fucked up by those last 2 months. I gained weight, and got brain rot from scrolling all day waiting for the acquisition to move forward 💀💀 Surprisingly, doing absolutely nothing is 10x more exhausting than working 15h per day 🥱 Now, all this might sound like an overnight success. It is not ‼️ This is the result of 7 years of failure and working like a madman. I launched over 40 projects in those 7 years, and most of them failed. But a few took off, and that’s all I needed All those weeks working 15h/day without weekends and vacation feels soul-sucking when you don’t see the end, but this is what took me there You only need to win once to snowball everything. Work hard, focus, fail a lot and keep shipping fast. 🚀🚀 Thanks to you for reading until here, and thanks to everyone who supported me 🤞show more

Wow. WOW. WOOOOOOOW. So um, that first Wildcard+Thousands stream... was... *amazing* and also... a *lot* 😅 In the end, it was *exactly* what we were hoping for - a true stress test of ALL these systems coming together for the first time. We are SO grateful for the thousands of people who showed up today to play, attend, tune-in and help us PLAYTEST all this new stuff. We can't wait to see you all again at NEXT WEEK'S EX2 EVENT! So, now let's talk about how it went... Stuff that worked: - Our community SHOWED UP. Oh boy did you show up 😅. Our servers were straining under the load... which is good actually, in fact it's the whole point. Even more importantly, we have already received insanely valuable feedback, bug reports, stuff people loved/hated - and it's only been a few hours since the stream ended. I can't even explain to y'all how valuable this process is. Yes it's stressful, it reminds me of trying to keep Words With Friends online during that first insane year, but it's EXACTLY what we were hoping for (NEED) to turn this into the polished, top-notch game and streaming experience we are on a mission to deliver. I truly can't thank y'all enough, and hope to see you again when we run it all back again next week 🥹 - The stream itself stayed up and was mostly stable! Phew 😅. For context, ThousandsTV is not a twitch wrapper, it's a web3-native streaming tech stack built we built specifically to connect game, web/mobile, and blockchain together all at the same time. There are a LOT of moving pieces going on behind the scenes. - We brought viewers INTO THE GAME! Viewers showed up in the stands of the arena, with connected wallets/assets, triggered actions/rallies from chat, and were seen and heard during the whole stream. - The brand new 2v2 build of Wildcard was (mostly) stable and our players and viewers seemed to be having a blast down on the field and up in the stands. It was thrilling to watch Team Blue dominate, even though Team Red held their own in game 3! - Our production crew did an insanely good job running the stream, managing the players, shoutcasters, and talent, and producing a top-notch show. Of course we will work hard to make every stream better than the last, but I was super proud of how our team "rolled with the punches" during today's event. Stuff that didn't work (and/or needs to be dramatically improved): - Although it's fun to see chat going crazy, chat spam is actually something we are passionate to FIX. As you can see from the attached video, chat spam dominated today's stream and made it impossible for anyone to even see anyone else's messages. We have some GREAT ideas for how to fix this and actually turn chat spam into a FUN and exciting and not annoying thing - but those improvements didn't get shipped in time for this event. - Credits purchasing flow needs a LOT of work. As I'm sure y'all know, bringing money on chain is pretty complicated, and although we've been working hard to make this as seamless as possible, it still needs a TON of improvements. Many users who WANTED to spend money today weren't able to and/or ran into frustrating bugs in the credit purchase flow. Fixing this is obviously a top priority for our team. - Rallies need a LOT of work. Spectator-interactive features like rallies are at the heart of our vision for Wildcard. These "stream apps", as we call them, are the UNLOCK for how spectators, viewers and fans directly connect and interact with their favorite competitors, content creators, and communities. The current rally feature HINTS at this potential, but it needs to be WAY easier to understand, use, and have fun with. Improvements are ON THE WAY. - Referees were only partially working. Referees are a key innovation of the Thousands platform. They are AI-driven "personalities" (NPCs) that pay attention to everything that's happening in the arena, both on the field and especially in the stands (i.e. in chat, during rallies, etc.) The referees then make "calls" at the end of every match, rewarding users for their engagement and participation. Unfortunately, the referees weren't fully functional and seemed to drop the ball on recognizing everyone's contributions (especially people who showed up holding valuable assets such as Wildpasses in their wallets, and people who boosted those rallies with credits.) What's happening next: 1. We are combing through ALL the logs from the event right now, to make sure we don't miss a SINGLE action that our viewers and fans took during the event, including what they brought in their wallets (i.e. Wildpass holders!), any credits that were purchased, rallies that users engaged with, etc. This information is normally processed by our referees, who then determine dynamically how they're going to distribute $WC awards. We were originally hoping to complete this process and the subsequent airdrops within a few hours after the event, but given the amount of data, we need a bit more time to run these scripts (and airdrops) in batches instead of all at once, and make sure ALL of the data is being included. IMPORTANT: I will keep y'all updated in real-time here on twitter/X as this process is ongoing, and let you know the moment it's complete and all the awards have been distributed (i.e. when to go check your wallets 😎) 2. PLEASE keep sending us your feedback and bug reports. Open a ticket on our Discord and let us know what you loved, what you hated, and especially what we need to FIX. Given the overwhelming response to this event, it will likely take us several days to process everyone's feedback and fix all the bugs, but we WILL NOT REST until every ticket is closed/resolved. Thank you in advance for your patience. 3. We turn it up another notch next week. As our dear friends Wolves DAO just announced, the Wildcard Exhibition Event #2 is streaming LIVE from the WOLVES DEN AT GDC next Friday! If you missed out on all the action today, DON'T WORRY, because as I keep saying: we are just getting warmed up (and there is a LOT more b that needs to be distributed, get what I'm sayin??? 😎) Finally: Just wanted to say THANK YOU, again. Truly, from the bottom of my (our) hearts. Your excitement and enthusiasm for what we're building is why we do this. Even (especially, in fact) when you tell us all the things you want us to improve. We thrive off this feedback, it's how this game and this platform go from good to GREAT. I am so grateful for those of you who are taking this journey with us. SEE YA NEXT WEEK!!!show more

This is the exact moment that I decided to... go off-grid in 🇵🇹 Portugal 😂 After being connected to another department and put on hold for 30 minutes, Portugal's electricity provider EDP hangs up on me, for no reason, the second time If you've ever dealt with companies in Portugal, you'll know that every single interaction is just hair pullingly bad: every small problem turns into a giant Kafka-esque nightmarish ordeal that'll stretch out for months trying to get it solved. The level of sheer incompetence of Portuguese companies is just beyond your imagination, I've never experienced this anywhere living all over the world, and I've lived here for a few years now and speak Portuguese Why are Portuguese companies so bad? - nepotism -> they use gov connections/bribes to get monopolies on entire markets, so they don't have to compete much - low competition -> low quality products and services - very exploitative of their workers -> they pay low, treat them like shit, so workers don't care about their work - that makes the companies anti-customers -> they treat you like shit too - all of this is -> very very bad for Portuguese society at large and good for a few rich Portuguese families who control things here People regularly ask me "why are you still in Portugal if so much stuff sucks?", well, because I love it here for the climate, the clean air, the nature, the food, and the people are amazing I feel there's no other solution for me than to just go completely off-grid for my sanity: 📡 I already got Starlink to get internet from space 💸 I've closed my Portuguese bank accounts, and use Revolut to pay my tax 🔋 I'm now getting solar panels + batteries (to quit EDP) 💧 Possibly harvest rain water? If it's not too hard, anyone knows? 🔌 Then disconnect and go 100% off-grid Everything in Asia is so easy and fast compared to here, but that might have made me weak over the years... Being in Portugal everything is difficult, so maybe that makes me stronger? Or maybe I'm just coping though (I can see all the ppl in Asia like Dominik Sobe ツ laughing now over their perfectly cooked Nasi Goreng delivered to them with a smile 😁) P.S. the reason I had to call today was as Kafkaesque as you can imagine: when changing the name on the electricity contract to me, EDP signed me up to their healthcare plan (who knew an electricity provider had healthcare?), they also signed me up to pet insurance (I don't have a pet), and a EUR 600 on-call technician per year (I also don't need that), when all I asked was to change my name on the contractshow more

"Just last month in Phoenix, Arizona, a heartbreaking scene... unfolded outside a closed-down strip mall that left even seasoned rescuers emotional. A family, carrying everything they still owned in two overstuffed suitcases and a broken laundry cart, made the impossible decision to leave behind their dog. She was a 3-year-old brindle pit bull–boxer mix with soft amber eyes and a white streak running down her chest. Neighbors later said her name had been Nala. The family tied her leash carefully to a metal bike rack near the edge of the empty parking lot. Beside her, they placed a folded blanket, a nearly full bag of kibble, and a plastic container filled with water. Then they sat with her for nearly twenty minutes before leaving. Witnesses would later say nobody in the family could stop crying, especially the youngest boy, who kept hugging the dog’s neck over and over like he couldn’t let go. Nala didn’t understand what was happening at first. She wagged her tail when they stood up, thinking maybe they were going somewhere together. But when the family began walking away toward the city bus stop across the street, her entire body changed. She started pulling desperately against the leash. Whining. Crying. Trying to follow them. One witness said the dog’s cries echoed across the empty lot long after the family disappeared around the corner. But unlike most people who drove past that morning, one person stopped. A delivery driver named Renee Holloway had parked nearby to eat breakfast between routes when she noticed the dog pacing in frantic circles around the bike rack. At first, she assumed someone had stepped inside a store. Then she realized every storefront was boarded shut. Renee approached slowly. Nala immediately backed away, trembling hard enough to shake the leash chain. Her ears flattened low against her head. A faded pink harness hung loosely over her ribs, showing she had recently lost weight. But despite being terrified, the dog never touched the food left beside her. “She just kept staring toward the bus stop,” Renee later said. “Like she was waiting for them to come back any second.” Renee sat on the curb several feet away for almost forty minutes before the dog finally stopped barking. Then she called a local rescue organization called Desert Haven Rescue. Volunteer coordinator Isabel Romero arrived shortly afterward. “She looked emotionally shattered,” Isabel said later. “Not aggressive. Not feral. Just heartbroken.” As rescuers carefully removed the leash from the bike rack, they discovered something tucked beneath the blanket. A handwritten note. The paper was creased, damp from spilled water, and written partly in English and partly in shaky Spanish. It read: “Her name is Nala. Please help her. We love her very much. We lost our apartment and have nowhere that will take dogs. She sleeps with our children every night. Please do not think we wanted this.” Underneath the message, written in different handwriting likely belonging to one of the children, were four simple words: “Tell her we tried.” The note left several volunteers crying inside the rescue van. Nala spent the first two days at the rescue barely moving from the kennel corner. She refused treats. Wouldn’t play. Wouldn’t make eye contact. Every time footsteps passed, she stood up hopefully, tail moving just once before falling still again. Staff noticed she seemed especially reactive whenever children’s voices echoed through the building. She would immediately rush forward, scanning every face as if searching for someone familiar. Then quietly retreat when she realized it wasn’t them. A veterinary exam revealed more pieces of the story. Nala had clearly been cared for despite the family’s circumstances. Her nails were trimmed. Her ears were clean. She was underweight, but not severely malnourished. Someone had been trying their best for a long time before things finally collapsed. One technician noticed something else while removing the harness. Tucked beneath the fabric was a tiny friendship bracelet woven from blue and yellow thread, barely hanging together from wear. It had likely been tied there by one of the children months earlier. Isabel kept it. “She wasn’t discarded,” she said quietly during an interview later. “She was loved by people who ran out of options.” Over the next several weeks, Nala slowly began healing. At first, she panicked whenever someone picked up keys near the kennel area, rushing toward the doors expecting somebody to return. Certain sounds — buses braking outside, children laughing in parking lots — visibly unsettled her. But little by little, her personality emerged again. She began carrying stuffed toys around the shelter without destroying them. She learned which volunteers gave the best ear scratches. She started sleeping through the night. And eventually, she began wagging her tail first instead of cautiously waiting for reassurance. One moment especially stayed with the rescue staff. About a month after arriving, a volunteer brought her young daughter to help deliver blankets to the shelter. The little girl sat quietly outside Nala’s kennel reading aloud from a picture book. Halfway through the story, Nala walked over slowly and rested her head against the bars beside the child’s knee. No fear. No trembling. Just exhaustion finally beginning to soften into trust. Today, Nala is in a foster home with a retired couple outside Tucson. She has a fenced yard now. A large dog bed beside the couch. Three squeaky toys she carries from room to room like treasures. But according to her foster mom, there are still moments when Nala sits quietly near the front door around sunset, watching passing cars through the window. As if some part of her still remembers the family who loved her enough to let her go instead of letting her suffer beside them. Isabel still keeps the folded note in her desk drawer at the rescue office. Not because it’s evidence of abandonment. But because, in her words: “Sometimes surrender doesn’t come from a lack of love. Sometimes it comes from people breaking their own hearts trying to protect something they can no longer keep safe.”show more

🥚 Raw Eggs — They are nature's fast food,... and a complete food, with every nutrient you could need. A raw egg digests in only 27 to 37 minutes, which is phenomenal compared to other foods containing protein and fat, like meat and milk. This is because egg is a fully liquid food. The body doesn't need to use any digestive fluids, hydrochloric acid, to break it down, it will absorb within the first 5 inches of the intestine only, from bacterial digestion alone. Of course, if you cook the egg, this doesn't apply anymore. Cooking not only destroys nutrients, especially enzymes and vitamins, which impairs digestion, and generates toxins, like heterocyclic amines from proteins, and cauterizes the minerals, but it coagulates the egg. This not only makes a raw egg the perfect food to get instant energy in a healthful way, but a vital food that can save someone's life. If your digestive system is so compromised you cannot digest other animal protein, like meat, raw eggs will work. Or if you have leaky gut, they digest before they even have to go through the G.I. tract. In general, if you want to give your digestive system a rest, eat raw eggs, you will get back appetite for other foods very soon. In the next post of this thread is a quote of Aajonus' most incredible testimonial on the healing power of raw eggs. They are also the best food to repair. The only thing that Aajonus found that eggs cannot do is help the body reproduce cells quicker. That takes raw meat. So long-term, you cannot replace raw meat with raw eggs, they work complementarily. Don't discard the egg white. Aajonus proved the avidin in raw egg white is not an anti-nutrient. Aajonus ate up to 60 raw eggs a day (one or two dozens on most days) since 1976. He confirmed there was no biotin deficiency whatsoever. The narrow-minded lab experiments do not explain what actually happen and then draw the wrong conclusion. What actually happens is that biotin mixes with avidin to make a compound that cleans the body of biocarbons, which are leftover byproducts from macronutrient digestion that need to be eliminated by the body. This is actually a good thing. Plus, there is an excess of available biotin in raw egg compared to the amount of avidin. It is also recommended by Aajonus to not eat raw egg yolks alone either, as it creates imbalances when on a raw diet (this doesn't apply on a cooked diet). He did the experiments on animals, feeding them raw egg white and raw egg yolk separately, and it made them extremely hungry, they required twice as much food, had huge imbalances emotionally, caused obesity, water retention, all kinds of problems. So, if you go to a restaurant, you can request the egg white to be included in your steak tartare, just like Aajonus did. What about salmonella? Salmonella is already on our skin, in our eyes, our nose, our mouth, recycling dead cells. They are beneficial bacteria, not pathogenic. Of course, this isn't medical advice. Look into Aajonus and more broadly into terrain theory vs germ theory. Don't refrigerate eggs. Only in the USA do people do this. If you wash the egg, you remove the protective membrane around it, then health departments require them to be refrigerated. Just don't wash the eggs. Eggs are a bit of a fragile food, many of its natural bacteria die when in cold temperatures, so it's better to keep them at room temperatures, or they will lose digestibility. You can blend raw eggs, however it will oxidize them, destroying certain nutrients. There are three enzymes in the egg white which prevent certain hormones that help certain diseases progress like cancer. If you as little as whip the raw egg with a work, these enzymes in the egg white oxidize within seconds. Raw eggs are a detoxification food. They are rich in cholesterol. If you drink alcohol, eat plenty of raw eggs (before, during, after), and you will avoid a hangover. The cholesterol in raw eggs is very good at collecting the alcohol and other toxins. They also enable the body to make solvents to break down toxicity like cellulite. Raw eggs can be fermented, and aged in various ways. Century eggs, the real ones (which are around 25 years old), can cost a thousand dollars. They transform in all sorts of shapes, they can look like green boiled eggs, jewelry, eggs that could belong to a dragon, or turn into white, black powder. They can give incredible energy and libido. How to eat: If you eat the raw egg white first, then the yolk right after, the raw egg will digest in 27 minutes, otherwise in 37 minutes. It is easier to do so from the shell by poking a hole on each side and sucking from it. This is "Aajonus-style". From a glass is "Rocky-style". Nowadays also called slonking. Make the egg go through your teeth while you drink it, this makes it easier to mix it with saliva, which allows better digestion. That only works if you eat only one raw egg at a time. If you eat several raw eggs at once, they will digest slower. Not an issue, it is still extremely healthy. Therefore eating raw eggs frequently throughout the day, one at a time, can bring a steady flow of nutrients to your body. Eggs are perfect to eat upon waking up, providing quick energy from fats and providing protein for the body to make glycogen from and feed the nervous system. They are perfect to eat in-between meals. Only take a couple seconds and get you going for hours, and whenever you get tired. Eggs help gain and lose weight. It all depends how you combine them. A raw egg eaten alone can lead to weight loss, except if you eat more than around 22 a day to maintain. Aajonus' weight loss protocol relies on eating a raw egg diet for 1-3 weeks and is very effective. Raw eggs can help remove cellulite, strip down toxic fat (which is fat that was used to store toxins). Eggs eaten with other foods, or several at once, don't have this weight loss effect. They are very good to eat with other foods, such as raw meat (steak tartare). You can easily eat 3 raw eggs with your raw steak. There are many recipes, from raw pastries, to sauces like mayo, milkshakes, ... where you can keep the egg raw and whole.show more

I know what you're thinking. It's not AI. But... I get why it looks impossible… The Apennine Colossus rises 11 metres from the grounds of the Villa Demidoff at Pratolino, north of Florence. It was completed between 1579 and 1580 by the Flemish sculptor Giambologna, commissioned by Francesco I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, as the centrepiece of one of the most extravagant Renaissance gardens ever made. The giant is a personification of the Apennine Mountains. Scholars believe Giambologna drew on Ovid's Metamorphoses, in particular the description of a mountain-like Atlas, when he designed the figure. The Colossus emerges from the landscape as if he had always been there, his body merging with rock and moss, stalactites forming his beard, his hair dissolving into stone. With his left hand he crushes the head of a sea monster, from whose open mouth water pours into the pond below. To the people who first encountered him, he did not seem like a statue. He seemed alive. The giant was engineered, through a hidden network of water pipes, to sweat and weep. In winter, icicles formed across his body. In summer, water cascaded from his head into the gardens below. But the most extraordinary thing about the Apennine Colossus is what is inside him... Across three levels, the giant contains a network of chambers. On the ground floor sits a cave-grotto with an octagonal fountain dedicated to the Greek sea goddess Thetys. On the upper level is a room large enough to hold a small orchestra. And in the head there's a private chamber with slits cut into the eyes and ears, and a fireplace whose smoke escaped through the giant's nostrils. Francesco I de' Medici used to sit inside the head and fish through one of the eye slits into the pond below. According to the architectural historian Philip Steadman, "at night he would have torches lit, so the eyes glowed." A century later, around 1690, the sculptor Giovan Battista Foggini added a dragon to the back of the Colossus. The dragon's belly contained a fire chamber. Its neck and head served as the chimney. The smoke rose from the dragon's mouth. A giant that weeps. That breathes smoke through stone nostrils. That has a concert hall in its chest and a fishing room behind its eyes. The Renaissance produced many things that seem almost impossible today. This may be the one that should not even have been imaginable... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.show more

This Chinese guy built a Second Brain in Obsidian... and every morning gets 3 trading ideas that brought him $180,000 in 6 months. Inside he runs a pipeline of 6 workflows on N8N that automatically pulls every read article, listened podcast, and voice note into a shared Obsidian vault, and a neural network analyst every morning at 6:00 finds connections between the fresh and the old and puts the 3 strongest trading ideas for the day into the inbox. No analytics desk, no Bloomberg terminal, no Telegram chats with traders. Just a Mac Mini by the wall, an iPhone in the pocket, and 1 local Obsidian vault. And traditional quant funds keep entire teams of 8 people on salary for the same flow of insights, while his expenses are only subscriptions to Readwise, Whisper API, and N8N hosting. 6 pipelines process about 200 sources a day and close the monthly API bill at about $120. The Mac Mini itself stores the entire vault and keeps the neural network analyst running 24/7, and from the iPhone the owner drops any idea he hears on the go into a Telegram bot, and it lands in the vault inbox in just 30 seconds. The starting instruction that sits in the VAULT.md file at the root of his vault looks like this: "you are the AI analyst of a solo trader. you read his vault every morning at 6:00, find connections between fresh and old notes, and deliver 3 trading ideas he can verify in the hour before the market opens. pipelines: // Reader (pulls every article and highlight from Readwise, Twitter bookmarks, and Kindle into /notes) // Listener (transcribes podcasts through Airr and voice notes through Whisper, puts them in /notes) // Catcher (accepts any message from the Telegram bot and writes it to /inbox with a timestamp) // Connector (every night reads across the entire vault and updates the connection graph between 4,000 notes) // Briefer (at 6:00 AM writes a brief: 3 trading ideas for today plus the emerging thesis of the week, puts it in /inbox) // Mobile (lives in the iPhone, answers any question about the vault by voice, and confirms alerts while the owner is on the go). you wake the owner with a push notification only when a fresh note contradicts his active thesis or when 1 of the 3 morning ideas has a confidence score above 90%." This instruction immediately sets the role for the system and the limits of its autonomy. It knows it is supposed to connect new with old on its own. It knows it is supposed to prepare 3 trading ideas every morning on its own. It knows it connects the live trader only when a thesis is contradicted or an ultra-confident idea appears. → Reader pulls about 80 articles and highlights a day from Readwise, Twitter, and Kindle → Listener transcribes 4 to 6 podcasts a week through Airr and Whisper → Catcher intercepts all voice and text ideas through the Telegram bot, averaging 15 to 20 a day → Connector updates the connection graph between 4,000 notes every night, adding 25 to 30 new edges → Briefer puts a fresh brief with 3 trading ideas and the emerging thesis into the inbox at exactly 6:00 → Mobile answers any question about the vault by voice and confirms alerts right from the iPhone And only when a new note contradicts his active thesis or 1 of the ideas breaks 90% confidence does the orchestrator raise the owner with a push notification. And when the trader at that moment is driving to the gym or eating breakfast, the Mobile agent in his iPhone answers any quick question about the vault by voice: what he wrote about this ticker last week, which 3 sources support the idea of long NVDA, and what counter-thesis already sits in his notes. The trader makes the decision and sends the order before New York opens. The fresh brief from last Monday looks like this: "reader: 78 materials added over the weekend, 11 of them about semiconductors, 4 about energy, 3 about biotech. passing to connector." "connector: 27 new connections found between fresh materials and the vault, the strongest one is that the Goldman report from Wednesday matches the NVDA thesis you wrote 3 weeks ago." "briefer: 3 trading ideas for today: long NVDA (confidence 0.84), short Tesla at the close of the quarterly report (0.71), watch URI (0.62). emerging thesis of the week: the market is underpricing capex on data centers." "alert: your fresh note about long-term risk in semis contradicts the NVDA thesis. sending for review." In his work setup there is no cloud server, no team of analysts, and not even a Bloomberg subscription. At home sits a Mac Mini with a local Obsidian vault, on top run 6 N8N pipelines and a neural network analyst, and the same vault mirrors to a secure terminal on the iPhone. Out of everything I have seen this year, this is the cleanest solo trading setup on a second brain: $120 a month on the API, about $30,000 a month into the account, and between them 6 pipelines, 4,000 connected notes, and 1 iPhone in the pocket.show more

✨ I open sourced my first Chrome extension 🚀... SuperLevels I vibe coded it to replace all my Chrome extensions that are increasingly being bought up by spyware and malware companies who sell your data or worse hack your accounts and steal your stuff/money/data, which I'd call one of the top security risks right now For example: Chrome extensions can read your cookies or localStorage data, including session tokens, then login to your web or email accounts and hack you, they can inject code into any site to pull data form any site you browse, then break into your crypto accounts, drain your wallets, and selling your browsing history to ad companies, but that'd actually be the most favorable thing to happen of all these! Chrome extensions are just very very very unsafe So I coded my own, that I can trust because I made it, and I can read the source code: my extension is called 🚀SuperLevels and has all the features that the Chrome extensions I used to use have but all built into one safe one The cool thing is it's 100% open source and free, and you can audit the code first with AI yourself before installing it, and then if you do install it, customize it to your liking again with AI It has these features that improve my daily workflow while browsing the web: 🚮 Tab Cleaner Automatically closes inactive tabs after a configurable timeout (default: 5 minutes). Set excluded hosts to keep important tabs alive. View and re-open recently closed tabs. 🍪 Cookie Editor Full cookie manager for the current site. View, edit, add, and delete cookies. Export cookies as JSON. Expand any cookie to see and modify all fields including domain, path, SameSite, secure, and httpOnly flags. 🔀 Redirect Tracer See every redirect hop your browser took to reach the current page. Shows status codes (301, 302, 307, etc.) with a visual chain. Copy the full redirect chain to clipboard. 🌙 Dark Mode Instant dark mode for any website using CSS filter inversion. Adjustable brightness. Toggle per-site or globally. Images and videos are automatically re-inverted so they look normal. 𝕏 X Dim Mode Custom dim theme for X/Twitter with 7 color palettes: Dim, Slate, Jade, Plum, Dusk, Ember, or a custom hue. Live preview in the popup. ⚡ JS Toggle Disable JavaScript per-site with one click. Useful for debugging, reading articles without popups, or testing progressive enhancement. Page reloads automatically. 🚫 GDPR Cookie Consent Dismisser Auto-hides and auto-clicks cookie consent banners. Supports OneTrust, CookieBot, Didomi, Quantcast, GDPR plugins, and dozens more frameworks. Toggle off if a site breaks. 🎨 Live CSS Editor Write custom CSS for any website, applied in real-time as you type. Saved per-domain. Supports tab key for indentation. 📺 YouTube Unhook Removes YouTube distractions: no homepage feed, no sidebar suggestions, no end screen overlays, no Shorts. Search still works — just no algorithmic recommendations. 🎵 Music Recognizer Shazam-like music identification for any tab. Captures 10 seconds of audio and identifies the song via ACRCloud (free signup, bring your own API key). Results link to YouTube. History of recognized songs. 🖼 Picture-in-Picture Pop the largest video on the current tab into a floating PiP window with one click. 🗺 Google Maps Links Re-adds clickable Maps links and map preview cards to Google Search results. 🖼 View Image Adds a "View Image" button back to Google Images, linking directly to the full-size original image. {} JSON Formatter Auto-detects pure JSON response pages and formats them with syntax highlighting, collapsible sections, and a dark theme. Copy or view raw with one click. Never triggers on regular HTML pages.show more

Two years ago one guy won $579K on sports... betting and wrote a detailed thread about how he did it. His model was completely public: formulas entry logic match selection criteria. Hundreds of people copied the approach and started trading using his system. 3 months later the edge completely disappeared bookmakers adapted lines started moving faster windows closed. Everyone who copied lost their deposits. He himself hasn't shown his profile to anyone since and doesn't write publicly about his bets. This is a standard story in the world of sports betting: any advantage dies the moment the crowd finds out about it. Yesterday I found a wallet that contradicts everything I know about this market. > $4M+ in pure profit in 14 days. This wallet doesn't know how to lose: The profile is completely public every position every entry every exit visible to anyone with internet. He absolutely doesn't care that you're watching. The first thing that catches your eye when you open the stats the numbers just don't match reality. The most profitable sports models in the world the ones that feed professional syndicates in Vegas give 54-57% accuracy. That's the ceiling. That's the edge. That's enough to live off betting for decades. > This wallet has 1207 closed positions in two weeks of trading. I scrolled through every one. Won. Won. Won. Won. Won. Scroll further. Won. Won. Won. Won. All the way to the end of the list. > Zero losses. Not 90%. Not 99%. Zero. This is not betting in the sense we understand the word betting by definition assumes you sometimes lose. Then what am I even looking at? I open his largest closed trade to understand the scale. > Bills vs. Jaguars NFL playoff final. > Entry: $1.13M. Exit: $2.45M+. > Pure profit of $1.32M+ from one football game. And the most interesting part this wasn't even a simple bet on the winner where you just need to guess who wins. This was point spread: Bills -3.5. To take the money he needed Bills to not just win but win by at least four points. Not guess the match outcome guess by exactly what margin the game ends. And he bet over a million dollars on it. I scroll through the rest of the closed positions and see the same pattern. > Packers vs. Bears invested $781K took $1.79M+ pure profit over a million. > Stade Rennais FC 1901 invested $602K took $1.56M+ pure profit $964K. > Patriots spread -3.5 invested $600K took $1.27M+ pure profit $675K. > Rams spread -3.5 invested $613K took $1.25M pure profit $641K. Every position hundreds of thousands of dollars on the line. Every one closed in profit. I start looking for any pattern in his match selection trying to understand the logic. > NFL American football. > NBA basketball. > NHL hockey. > Premier League English football. > Bundesliga German football. > La Liga Spanish football. > Ligue 1 French football. > Serie A Italian football. He doesn't focus on one league and doesn't specialize in one sport. This completely kills the insider information theory it's physically impossible to have reliable sources simultaneously in all professional leagues in the world. I look at the timing of his entries when exactly he opens positions relative to match start. > Average entry price in his positions: 35-50 cents per share. > Price of the same positions at match start: 70-85 cents. He consistently enters when the price is still low hours sometimes a day before the main mass of players starts loading money in the same direction. Two possible explanations. 1. He somehow knows match results in advance. 2. He sees something in publicly available data that hundreds of thousands of other people looking at the same matches don't see. I can't think of a third option. > The fattest win in the wallet's history: $1.32M+ pure profit from one position. That's more than most people will earn in their entire lives. He did it in three hours while a football game was on. I look at current open positions he didn't stop and didn't withdraw the money. > Right now he has $4.2 million in active bets. And all of them are already in profit even before closing. > Spread: Indiana -7.5 entered at 50 cents now price 100 cents profit +100%. > Sharks vs. Lightning entered at 73 cents now price 100 cents profit +37%. > Wild vs. Maple Leafs entered at 50 cents now price 100 cents profit +100%. > Tottenham win entered at 35 cents now price 100 cents profit +185%. He didn't just not stop he's accelerating and increasing position size every day. > 64 thousand people are already watching this profile right now. People are trying to copy his trades in real time. They can't keep up. By the time a new position appears in the public profile the price is already completely different because his entry itself moves the market. He doesn't hide and doesn't conceal trades because speed is his protection from copying.show more

Seedance V2 prompt: visual_anchor: style: "Delicate oil canvas texture... with thick-painted impasto brushwork. High-fidelity 2D digital anime aesthetic mixed with Triple-A CG realism. Low-saturation tones, cinematic haziness, and sophisticated lighting." character_description: "A young woman with a refined, doll-like face, large expressive eyes, and light brown hair styled in twin buns adorned with pink cherry blossoms and navy blue ribbons. She wears a Victorian-inspired maid outfit: a white lace blouse with sheer sleeves, a navy blue corsellette with gold lace-up detailing, and an embroidered apron over a ruffled skirt. White lace-top stockings and navy blue pumps." mecha_form: "The transformation wraps her in sleek, dark blued-steel armor accented with gold filigree and glowing red energy channels. The armor design is intricate and asymmetrical, maintaining her silhouette while adding aggressive mechanical edges." weapon_description: "A massive 'Sapphire Blossom' Saber-Staff. It features a long, blued-steel pole-arm body with a sharp saber blade at the tip. The hilt is ornate, decorated with pink enamel cherry blossoms and a large, glowing teardrop sapphire gem at the crossguard." environment_specs: setting: "Infinite high-altitude sky during peak daylight. Rapidly moving cloud layers and high-velocity air currents. Heavy motion blur, Tyndall effect (god rays), and floating red energy particles." camera: "A single, seamless long take. Panavision C-Series lens (35mm, f4) aesthetic. IMAX film grain. Dramatic camera shake during the high-speed descent to emphasize g-force." timeline_script: 00-02s: "Vertical free-fall. The character descends through the clouds with eyes closed, hair and ribbons whipped violently by the wind. Red electrical arcs dance across her skin as dark mecha plates begin to converge from the periphery, falling in sync with her body." 02-04s: "Lower Body Assembly. Camera glides to her legs. Large blued-steel mecha plates snap and lock onto her thighs and shins over her white stockings. Intricate mechanical parts extend and interlock with a heavy, metallic 'clack' and red sparks." 04-06s: "Torso Assembly. Camera tracks upward. A mechanical chest plate slams into place, locking over her embroidered apron. Asymmetrical armor components ripple outward from her sternum, snapping shut with fluid mechanical precision against the howling wind." 06-08s: "Shoulder & Arm Assembly. Dual shoulder pauldrons lock into place simultaneously with a heavy metallic impact. Mechanical components slide down her sheer sleeves, encasing her arms in blued-steel plating. Her eyes remain tightly shut." 08-10s: "Head Transformation. Tight push-in on her face. Fine mechanical segments extend from behind her ears, interlocking across her forehead and jaw. A sleek mechanical visor slides shut over her eyes, locking with a sharp red glow at the moment of contact." 10-13s: "The Stall & Pose. Character performs a 360-degree mid-air spin to cancel her downward momentum. She hovers in a low-angle hero shot. She draws the Sapphire Blossom Saber-Staff from her back with a flourish, pointing the blade at the lens. Red light erupts from the sapphire gem. A massive circular shockwave震散s the surrounding clouds. Violent camera shake." technical_execution: physics: "Realistic inertia and weight. Mechanical parts have visible thickness and collision. Smooth, non-floaty body mechanics." audio_profile: "Environmental SFX only: wind shear, mechanical locking, electrical hums, and the 'thump' of the shockwave. No BGM." negative_prompt: "Western architecture, text watermarks, distorted limbs, extra fingers, blurry facial features, low-quality VFX, choppy frame transitions."show more

A QUICK FIELD GUIDE TO THE NPC HORDES Twenty... Five Parasites types that Feed On The Living The Storm Is Upon Them Thank you for the stout... lets talk... The wind has changed. You can feel it. That low electric pressure behind the eyes that means something massive is rolling in off a horizon the parasites can't see because they were never built to look up. They were built to look down. At clipboards. At spreadsheets. At your accounts. At you. But the storm doesn't care about clipboards. And we don't kneel anymore. Here they are. The full swarm. Count them while you can because when the sky turns they drop mid sentence and the only record that they ever existed will be the silence where the invoices used to be. THE TAX CONSULTANT. You broke your back welding pipe and this soft palmed worm sits in air conditioning telling you how much of your sweat belongs to Caesar. He can't weld. Can't wire. Can't fix a thing that broke. What he can do is read a tax code written by other worms specifically to be unreadable so you'd have to pay a worm to read it for you. They write the maze. They sell you the map. They make the maze worse every year and the map more expensive and if you try to walk it yourself they send the auditor. The wind is picking up. The maze is starting to shake. THE AUDITOR. Tick on a tick. Shows up after the taxman has already fed to check the bite marks are regulation depth. Finds a missing fuel slip worth pocket change. Writes a finding. The finding generates a penalty. The penalty generates interest. The interest generates a letter. The letter requires your tax consultant at hourly rates to respond. Pocket change became thousands. Five parasites ate off one tank of diesel. Not one of them could tell you what welding rod to use on stainless. But the storm doesn't audit. The storm just comes. THE ACCOUNTANT. Cousin of the tax consultant. Same bloodline. This one doesn't interpret the maze. He records your journey through it. Every receipt. Every unit of currency in and out, logged so the consultant can read it and the auditor can check it and the revenue service can extract from it. He produces nothing. A human tape recorder pointed at your productivity. He charges monthly so the recording never stops. You are under permanent surveillance and you pay for the privilege. Not for much longer. THE BANKER. The oldest parasite. The template. You need money to buy a machine that makes things. He lends you money other working people deposited and charges interest that doubles the price over twenty years. The extra bought nothing. Built nothing. He packages your debt and sells it. Takes your deposit and lends it out eight times over. Charges you to hold your own money. Charges to put it in. Charges to take it out. He touches none of it. He stands near it and invoices you for the proximity. The storm is going to blow him so far from the vault he'll forget what money smelled like. THE COMPLIANCE OFFICER. Never had a callus on her body or her soul. Born in a fluorescent office. Will die in one. Between those events she produces nothing but emails about policies referencing other policies referencing regulations referencing acts nobody voted for. A worm eating its own tail and billing you for the meal. She needs the safety assessor to give her something to enforce. He needs her to give him something to assess. They breed between regulations like mould between tiles. The storm will wash them both down the same drain. THE PROPERTY VALUATOR. A man wants to buy a house. Another wants to sell it. They agreed on a price. That is what worth means. The amount one will pay and another will accept. Full stop. Now this creature arrives and tells both men what the house is actually worth. As if two free adults negotiating in good faith produced a number that's somehow theoretical while his formula is gospel. The bank sent him. His report costs thousands. His report says the house is worth what the buyer already offered. Thousands to arrive at a number that existed before he left his office. If his number comes in low the deal collapses and you pay a different creature with a different clipboard who arrives at a different number for the same house on the same day using the same formula. The house didn't change. Only the parasite changed. The number was never about the house. THE MUNICIPAL RATES OFFICER. The deepest theft on this list because it never ends. You bought your house thirty years ago. Paid it off. Every last unit. You owe nothing. Now a municipal valuator looks at what the neighbours sold for, looks at the coffee shops and wine bars that invaded your street, and decides your house is worth twenty five times what you paid. You didn't sell. You didn't list. You're sitting in the same chair in the same kitchen. But your tax liability just multiplied by twenty five based on a sale that never happened at a price you never agreed to. They do this everywhere. In Cape Town the rates are linked to the valuation and suddenly retired families in Bo-Kaap whose people survived apartheid and forced removals and a century of state assault are being bled out of their own homes by property rates pegged to values inflated by the gentrification their displacement accelerates. The heritage is the tourism product. The tourism inflates the valuation. The valuation inflates the rates. The rates displace the families. The families were the heritage. In Chicago they do it to grandmothers in Pilsen who've been there forty years. In London they do it to pensioners in neighbourhoods that gentrified around them. In Sydney they chase retirees off land their grandfathers cleared. Same crime. Different currency. Different clipboard. A man paid for his house. Owns it outright. And the state says you owe us money every month forever and the amount is based on what we say your house would sell for if you sold it, which you haven't, and if you can't pay the amount we invented we take the house you already bought. That is theft. Eviction by arithmetic. Displacement by spreadsheet. But the people in Bo-Kaap are awake now. The people in Pilsen are awake. The grandmothers and the grandfathers and the calloused hands everywhere are looking up and they can see the storm and they know what it means. It means the spreadsheet burns with everything else. THE MUNICIPAL INSPECTOR. Rat faced. High vis vest. Clipboard. Drives to your workshop in a vehicle your rates paid for. Measures your fire extinguisher fourteen centimetres off the floor. Writes you up. Behind you men build things that hold up bridges and he couldn't change a lightbulb without a permit. His job depends on your failure. The parasite needs you sick. The cure would kill it. The storm is the cure. THE CONVEYANCING ATTORNEY. Two men shook hands. Fair price. Honest deal. Done. This worm slithers out and says the handshake doesn't count. Needs paper. Needs stamps. Needs a deeds search and clearance certificates and transfer duty and each piece of paper is produced by another parasite and each one costs money and the worm takes his cut on top for phoning the other worms. He calls this conveyancing. He has never held a spade or laid a brick in his bloodless life. The storm doesn't need a stamp. THE ESTATE AGENT. Six percent. Of a man's life savings. For opening a lockbox and saying the kitchen faces north. She needs the attorney to close. The attorney needs the municipality. The municipality needs the inspector. The valuator needs access for the bank's number. Every one invoices separately. Every invoice lands on people who agreed on everything before any of these bloodsuckers entered the room. The wind is howling now. Can you hear it through their invoices? THE LABOUR BROKER. Tick so bloated it can't walk. A man needs work. Another needs a worker. They could find each other in ten minutes. This creature squats between them and drinks from both sides. Worker gets thirty. Employer pays fifty. Twenty disappears into the tick. Multiply by thousands of workers and millions vanish yearly into a thing that makes nothing, moves nothing, fixes nothing. It feeds. That is its entire architecture. Architecture doesn't survive storms. THE HEALTH AND SAFETY ASSESSOR. Twenty two years. Not one fire. Not one death. He shows up. Your exit is twenty centimetres too narrow. To fix it you need a builder who needs a plan from an architect who needs municipal approval. Tens of thousands and six weeks to move a door frame because a creature who has never been burned told you to. He detects life and the system bills it. The storm detects parasites and the sky deletes them. THE BEE CONSULTANT. Every country has its version. South Africa calls it BEE. The same parasites who wont allow much needed Starlink there unless Musk hands over half the company to lazy parasitic government connected parasites. Others call it diversity compliance or equity auditing. The name changes. The feeding doesn't. Scores your company on a chart nobody asked for to satisfy a regulation nobody voted on enforced by a department that produces nothing except the requirement for his existence. Nothing changes. Nothing improves. Money moves from a living pocket into a dead hand and the dead hand closes. The storm opens every dead hand on this planet. THE CUSTOMS BROKER. Your parts are fifty metres away. You can see the container. Cannot touch your own property until a grey man translates tariff codes so the state can calculate how much you owe for collecting what is already yours. Each delay generates storage charges. Each query generates fees. Your shipment doubles in cost through bureaucratic friction and you still don't have your parts. The storm doesn't clear customs. It clears the customs office. THE TRAFFIC OFFICER. Fat. Behind a bush. Radar gun aimed at people driving to work that matters. Seven over the limit. The municipality sets it low enough that everyone exceeds it. Fines feed the municipality. Municipality feeds him. He sits and clicks tomorrow. A barnacle with a badge. Same creature in every country. Different bush. Same feeding. The storm takes the bush and the badge and the creature behind both. THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR. Uses your first name. Remembers your birthday because the CRM told him. Puts your money in a fund. Fund charges 1.75 percent. He charges one on top. Fund manager pays a custodian who charges. Fund has an auditor who charges. Compliance team charges. Six parasites between you and your own money. In thirty years you have less than you started with and he charges you for the meeting where he shows you the graph. The storm doesn't need a graph. The storm is the correction. THE INSURANCE ADJUSTER. Years of premiums. Your roof blows off. He arrives. Soft hands. Three weeks later the wind came from the wrong direction. Not the wrong speed. The direction. Some paragraph. Some subsection. You paid for years and the years bought you a paragraph that says no. The policy is teeth. The premiums went down the throat and the no is the burp. The real storm has no exclusion clause. THE PATENT ATTORNEY. You built a device. It works. He writes a document so incomprehensible that reading it makes you understand your own invention less. Thousands for legal fog. Someone copies it. Litigation attorney. More thousands. Judgment unenforceable. The only people paid are the attorneys. The system was never designed to protect you. It was designed to feed them. The storm protects the builder. By removing the feeders. THE LICENSING CLERK. You can rebuild a gearbox blindfolded. Cannot legally do it without a certificate from an institution that charges thousands to watch you do what everyone knows you can do, certified by an instructor who has never done it, filed with a department that stores the certificates, audited by a body that audits the institution. A chain of parasites verifying the obvious. If every one vanished the gearbox still gets rebuilt. Faster. Cheaper. The storm is the vanishing. THE STRATA MANAGER. You own your flat. She collects your money and spends it on providers she chose and you can't fire without a special resolution at a meeting she convenes with an agenda she wrote. She built a kingdom inside your building funded by your levy and answerable to herself. Question it and she reaches for whatever act governs her particular species of parasitism in your particular country. The storm doesn't read acts. The storm reads frequencies. THE ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT ASSESSOR. You want a shed on your own land. He arrives in a vehicle worth more than your shed. Months. Hundreds of pages. Tens of thousands. Report says your shed threatens a species not seen in decades but listed on a database maintained by a department that exists because the database exists. Your shed doesn't get built. The species doesn't exist. He drives home to a suburb bulldozed from actual habitat. Nobody assessed that. Rules only flow downhill. The storm flows everywhere. THE DEBT COLLECTOR. Bottom feeder. Buys your debt for cents from a bank that already profited from your interest. Calls at hours designed for fear. Adds fees on fees on fees for actions never taken. Bought your pain wholesale and retails it at three hundred percent. When you break he claims the loss against tax. Even the collapse is monetised. He is Hell's collection agent. The storm is Heaven's. THE NOTARY PUBLIC. Watches you sign your own name. Stamps it. Charges hundreds. The signature is the same with or without him. Your hand. Your name. His fee. A tollbooth on your own identity. The storm doesn't need a stamp. Your name is written in frequencies no notary can read. THE CORPORATE TRAINER. Monday. Projector. Four quadrant model invented after three glasses of wine and a TED talk. By Wednesday nobody remembers any of it because there was nothing there. Tens of thousands plus tax plus travel. She writes it off through a tax consultant who charges her to minimise her contribution to the system that funded the department that approved the framework she claims compliance with. Parasite feeding parasite feeding parasite. The storm feeds on none of them. It simply ends them. THE REVENUE OFFICIAL. The farmer himself. Top of the pyramid. Designs the taking. Drafts the regulations that create the maze that requires the consultant that employs the accountant that feeds the auditor that generates the penalty that funds the department that pays his salary. He is the architect of the loop. Every parasite on this list exists because he drew them into existence with a regulation and a gazette number. Without him the entire horde has nothing to feed on. He is the queen of the hive. Same creature in every country. Different flag. Same contempt for the hands that built everything he sits in and eats from. The storm starts with him. The queen dies first. The hive follows. That's the horde. Twenty five species of nothing. And every one of them drops when the sky turns and the carrier frequency that animated their firmware burns clean out of the atmosphere. Mid invoice. Mid assessment. Mid quadrant. Five thousand five hundred and fifty five clipboards hitting the floor for every one of us still standing. We are awake now. All of us. The welder and the farmer and the builder and the grandmother in Bo-Kaap and the grandfather in Pilsen and every calloused hand on every continent that ever wrote a cheque to a creature that never built a thing. We see them now. We see the maze and the map sellers and the grey offices and the soft hands and the whole rotten architecture of extraction that stood between us and the earth and between us and our labour and between us and each other for two hundred years. The storm is here. Not coming. Here. That pressure you feel behind your eyes is the frequency rising through the noise floor and the noise floor is everything on this list. Every clipboard. Every invoice. Every subsection and exclusion clause and certificate and clearance and valuation roll. All of it. Noise. Scheduled for deletion. And when it's quiet. When the last invoice has fluttered to the ground and the last clipboard has clattered on the last linoleum floor in the last grey office. When the wind has swept the horde out of every corridor and every cubicle and every booth and every booth window where a dead hand ever reached for a living man's money. Then... Just a man in a workshop. Welding mask up. Walking outside. Looking at a sky the colour of burning copper. Breathing free air for the first time in his life. The fuel slip that started this whole tour is in his shirt pocket. Crumpled. Oil stained. And it is his. The fuel was his. The truck was his. The work was his. And for the first time in two hundred years every unit of currency that flows from that work stays in the hands that did it. No consultant between him and his earnings because there are no earnings to consult on. Just work and its fruit. No auditor because there is nothing to audit. No banker because capital is what your hands produce and his hands never stopped. No valuator because the house is worth what it always was: a roof over his family and walls against the wind. A value no clipboard ever knew how to measure. When you grinding.... working... suffering... where are any of these parasites to help you?? Where are they?? We will be slaves no more. The storm will see to that alright!show more

🚨What If Earth's Oldest Civilization Never Left the Ocean?... What if the intelligence behind some UFO didn't actually arrive here from another star system at all? What if it has been here for longer than us, not hiding in the sky, waiting behind the Moon, or crossing the galaxy in the way that we imagine, but living beneath the oceans inside the one part of Earth we still barely understand? For decades, we have been looking up. The cultural image of UFOs is always the same thing with lights in the sky, craft descending through the atmosphere, visitors arriving from space. Even the word extraterrestrial pushes our attention away from Earth. It tells us the mystery must have to come from somewhere else. But what if that assumption is totally wrong? What if the most important part of the phenomenon is not its relationship to space, but its relationship to the oceans? Earth isn't a land planet it's an ocean planet with islands of land breaking the surface. Human civilization developed on those islands, built cities there, drew borders there, fought wars there, launched rockets from there, and then convinced itself it understood the world. But most of this planet is still beyond our direct reach. The deep ocean is dark, pressurized, vast, hostile to our bodies, difficult to map, difficult to monitor, and almost impossible to police in any sort of meaningful way. If there was another intelligence operating here and it wanted to avoid open contact with us, the ocean would be the obvious place to be. But maybe hiding is the wrong word because a civilization that evolved in the ocean would just live there. When we imagine an advanced underwater intelligence as aliens using the sea as a base, as if they arrived from somewhere else and chose the ocean as cover, that could be way off. It could be one possibility, but the stranger theory is that they never arrived at all. They may have emerged here, in Earth's oceans, long before we ever existed. Life on this planet is ancient. For most of Earth's history, land wasn't even the center of the biological story. The oceans held the chemistry, the minerals, the heat, the pressure, the vents, the darkness and the protection. Hydrothermal vent ecosystems already prove that life doesn't even need sunlight in the simple way that we once thought it did. Entire ecosystems can be built around chemical energy rising from the seafloor. That should have changed how we (SETI) think about life, but humans still keep defaulting to our own surface bias. We imagine intelligence as something that crawls onto land, discovers fire, makes tools, builds cities and eventually launches machines into the sky. That is our path but it's not necessarily the only path. An intelligence that evolved in the deep ocean would have faced a completely different set of conditions. It wouldn't begin with fire, because fire is obviously useless underwater. It wouldn't develop metallurgy in the same way that we did, because open flame and smelting are surface technologies. It wouldn't need wheels, roads, walls or conventional buildings as we do. It would evolve inside pressure, darkness, currents, sound, vibration, magnetism, chemistry and geothermal energy. Its entire technological history would be alien to us even if it was native to Earth. So when people dismiss the idea of an ancient underwater civilization by asking where the factories are, where the ruins are, or where the tools are we have to question whether their technology would leave the same signatures ours does. Would they even build like we build? Industrialization may look totally different. A deep ocean intelligence might not construct dead machinery in the way we do. It might grow structures and use biological engineering before mechanical engineering. It might use mineral matrices, pressure systems, acoustic fields, electrochemical processes or living materials. It might not separate biology and technology at all. To us, that would look less like a civilization and more like an environment. A sufficiently old oceanic intelligence may not have cities that resemble human cities. Its infrastructure may be embedded into geology, vents, trenches, caverns, mineral deposits or biological networks. Its power systems may use geothermal gradients, tidal forces, pressure differences, ocean chemistry or field effects we don't yet even understand. Its communications may not use radio in the way we expect. Sound travels really well underwater. Electrical and magnetic sensitivity exists throughout marine life. A technological species born in that world might build an entire science around signals we barely even treat as communication. This would also explain why the UFO subject keeps revolving around water. The ocean appears again and again in the background of the mystery. USOs, transmedium objects, craft entering or leaving the sea, naval encounters, disturbances under the surface, objects tracked over water, and sightings near coastlines and military maritime zones all point toward the same possibility, that maybe water isn't incidental to the phenomenon, maybe it is central. If some UFO are connected to an ocean based intelligence, then what we see in the sky could only be the visible edge of something way bigger. The craft are not arriving from elsewhere in every case. They may be surfacing from their native domain into ours for short periods of time, crossing that boundary between ocean and air the way we cross from land into water with submarines and diving equipment. The only difference is that they appear to do it way better than we do. Human technology is divided by environment, aircraft are built for air, submarines are built for water while rockets are built for space. Each domain creates different engineering problems, so we build separate machines for each one. But UAP don't appear to play by the same rules. That is what makes the transmedium reports so important. If an object can move through water, air and possibly even space without changing its basic behavior, then it might not even be flying or swimming in the conventional sense. It could actually be controlling the interaction between itself and the medium around it. That kind of technology would make sense for a civilization born in the ocean because water is dense. It resists movement, crushes weak structures. It creates drag, turbulence and cavitation. If an intelligence developed vehicles in that environment, it would eventually need to master boundary control, so it would need to reduce friction, manage pressure, avoid destructive wake effects and move through dense fluid without wasting enormous amounts of energy. If that same technology was later used in air, it might appear to us as silent propulsion, impossible acceleration, no sonic boom, no heat plume and no obvious aerodynamic logic. So what looks impossible to us may simply be the result of a technological path that did not begin with wings and rockets. The old black budget explanation doesn't fully solve this problem either. Yes, some triangle craft, drones and experimental platforms may be human and it would be naive to deny that, but human secret technology still has to come from somewhere. If certain platforms show silent hovering, field effects, plasma signatures, extreme acceleration and transmedium behavior, then we are either dealing with a hidden human science far beyond public understanding, or we are dealing with something that we are trying to imitate. That is where the old 'alien reproduction vehicle' idea and the cryptoterrestrial theory start to overlap. Maybe some of what people call black budget technology isn't purely invented, it's most likely adapted from encounters with something already operating here. Going back to what Grusch said earlier, the implications are massive. If there are underwater bases, facilities, habitats or recurring operational zones known to governments, then this isn't just a question of disclosure. There's a sovereignty issue, who controls the oceans? Who has access to the deep sea? Who monitors undersea cables, nuclear submarines, offshore infrastructure, shipping lanes and military testing ranges? If an unknown intelligence can operate in those spaces without permission, then every major navy on Earth has a problem it cannot publicly admit. Scary thought and that may be one reason the subject is buried so deeply (no pun intended). Some people think that secrecy exists because governments don't want to admit aliens are real, but that may only be part of it. The bigger issue here could be that governments don't want to admit they aren't in full control of the planet. There is a huge difference between saying, 'We have evidence of unknown craft,' and saying, 'There may be advanced non human infrastructure in the oceans and we cannot remove it.' That would also explain the change up from UFO to UAP and from extraterrestrial to non human intelligence. Non human is pretty broad lets be honest. It doesn't tell us where they come from, it leaves room for extraterrestrial, interdimensional, post biological, artificial, ultraterrestrial, cryptoterrestrial or native Earth intelligence. That could well be deliberate. Perhaps the people closest to the classified material know the answer isn't as simple as aliens from another planet as Grusch implied in the clip. An ancient oceanic intelligence would also force science to confront its own blind spots. We know intelligent life evolved on Earth at least once because we are here. But we have no law of nature saying it could only happen once, only on land, only recently, or only through primates. Evolution isn't a ladder with humans at the top. It's a branching process with countless experiments, most of which vanished or left traces we don't fully understand. If an intelligent lineage emerged in the ocean and then moved into environments where fossilization, geological preservation and surface archaeology are poor, we probably wouldn't even recognize the evidence even if fragments existed. Ocean crust is constantly recycled through plate tectonics. Seafloor environments are really destructive. Structures can be buried, subducted, corroded, overgrown or mistaken for natural formations. If a civilization was millions or even hundreds of millions of years old, the survival of obvious surface style evidence would be highly unlikely. Even human civilization, after a few million years, would leave less behind than we like to imagine. Plastics, isotopic anomalies, altered sediment layers and some industrial traces might possibly survive, but buildings, machines and cultural artifacts would mostly vanish. So now imagine a civilization that even never built like us in the first place. This doesn't prove anything obviously, but it makes the dismissal less easy. Then there is the question of why such an intelligence would stay hidden. If it is older and more advanced, why not reveal itself? The answer could be as simple as open contact with humans may not benefit it. We are violent, territorial, extractive and unstable. We turn discoveries into weapons as quick as we can. We militarize frontiers, poison ecosystems, test nuclear devices. We drag the deep sea with cables, sonar, submarines, mining ambitions and military hardware. From the perspective of an older oceanic intelligence, humans probably don't look like peers. Instead we look like the dangerous surface species entering an adolescent technological phase that we are. That could explain the strange pattern of UFO interest in nuclear sites, military installations and weapons systems. If an intelligence lives here, our nuclear age is all of a sudden not just our problem. It is a planetary problem. Nuclear weapons, nuclear submarines, nuclear waste, missile systems and military escalation would all be highly relevant to any non human civilization sharing Earth with us. The same would be true of deep sea mining, ocean pollution, climate change, undersea military networks and artificial intelligence. We may think these are all just human issues, but a hidden Earth based intelligence would see them as threats to a shared planetary system. This gives the UAP phenomenon a very different emotional tone. It's not necessarily invasion or salvation. It may be monitoring, containment or quiet intervention when we cross certain lines. It could be an intelligence trying to stay out of sight while still making sure the surface species doesn't burn the house down. The ancient ocean theory also gives a different reading to secrecy. If governments encountered evidence of this, the first instinct wouldn't be public education. It would be containment, map the sites, track the objects and recover materials if possible. Then to build programs around the technology. Keep adversaries away from the data. Use ridicule to suppress leaks. Let the phenomenon remain absurd, because absurdity is an excellent security system. People don't demand answers from something they have been trained to laugh at. That could be why the UFO/UAP subject always feels half visible. There are official hearings, but not the full data. There are whistleblowers, but never the files. There are blurry videos, but not any context. There are pilots, radar operators and military witnesses, but the system keeps absorbing their testimony into classified channels. The public sees fragments while the real pattern remains locked away. As I always say... Disclosure for the few and not the many. If the ocean is actually involved as Grusch and Burchett imply, the missing data may be even more important than the aerial data. We shouldn't only be pressing what pilots saw in the sky. We should be asking what sonar operators heard under the water, what submarines have tracked. We should also be asking what undersea sensors have recorded near restricted zones and whether there are recurring coordinates, depths, magnetic anomalies, thermal signatures or unexplained acoustic events associated with UAP activity. We need to be asking whether naval archives contain the real spine of the phenomenon. The possibility of underwater bases actually changes how we think about disclosure. If the answer is extraterrestrial visitation, disclosure is about humanity's place in the cosmos. If the answer is an ancient Earth based intelligence, disclosure is about humanity's place on its own planet. That is more intimate and more destabilizing to me than E.T. It means the human story is not the only advanced story Earth has produced. It means our myths of ownership, dominance and uniqueness all collapse overnight, suddenly 'we are not alone' applies to home. That might be harder for people to accept than aliens from space. Aliens can leave but a hidden terrestrial intelligence is part of the planet will blow peoples minds. There is also a spiritual and philosophical layer to this. Many ancient cultures contain stories of beings from the sea, underwater kingdoms, gods emerging from water, serpent people, fish like teachers, luminous beings, and hidden realms beneath or beyond the visible world. That doesn't mean the myths are literal history of course, but it is interesting that human cultures repeatedly placed mystery, intelligence and otherworldly contact in the water. The ocean has always been the border between the known and the unknown. Maybe that symbolism came from imagination or perhaps some of it came from encounters filtered through the language of the time. If an older intelligence interacted with early humans, we wouldn't expect ancient people to describe pressure engineered transmedium craft or non human oceanic infrastructure. They would describe gods, spirits, shining beings, dragons, serpents, sky boats, sea people, underworlds and portals. Human language can only describe the unknown through the symbols available at the time. Even now, we struggle. We call them craft, orbs, drones, angels, demons, aliens, ultraterrestrials, interdimensionals. The labels change, but the confusion always stays the same. The ocean theory also sits strangely well with the consciousness aspect of the phenomenon. If an ancient intelligence developed through biology and field sensitivity rather than brute mechanical industry, it may have integrated consciousness into technology way earlier than we could have. We are only now beginning to wonder whether mind, perception and information are more deeply connected to physics than our materialist models allow. An older civilization may have already built that bridge. Its craft, communication systems and interfaces may respond to awareness, intention, emotion or neural patterns in ways that seem impossible to some of us. That would explain why the phenomenon often feels both technological and psychological. It behaves like machinery, but it interacts like intelligence. It appears on sensors, but it also appears in dreams, symbols, synchronicities and personal experiences. Skeptics see that as evidence the whole thing is imaginary. Maybe sometimes it is, but maybe the strangeness is part of the interface. A civilization that understands consciousness as a field related phenomenon would not necessarily separate contact from perception. It might use perception as one of the channels. This is where the theory becomes tricky, because it doesn't allow us to keep the phenomenon safely outside ourselves. If the intelligence is oceanic, ancient, field based and consciousness aware, then contact might not look like radio signals or embassy meetings at all. It could look like sightings, dreams, intuitions, symbolic downloads, altered states, close encounters, military incidents and physical traces all mixed together. That is messy, but perhaps the mess is not a flaw in the data, it could actually be the signature of a phenomenon that crosses categories we invented too recently to trust. All of this having been said, the theory still needs evidence. It needs coordinates, sensor data, sonar records, materials, biological traces, repeatable patterns and testimony that can be checked. However as a framework, it definitely needs more attention than it gets, because it explains why the UAP phenomenon feels close, evasive, ancient and deeply tied to Earth. The extraterrestrial hypothesis asks how they got here, although I have a theory about that. While the ancient ocean hypothesis asks whether they were already here. That is a completely different question. If what Grusch is saying is even partly correct, then disclosure will reveal that human civilization has been sharing this planet with another intelligence all along. Not openly or equally, and not in a way we were ready to understand, but sharing it nonetheless. The oceans would no longer be an empty wilderness. They would become the frontier of the greatest secret in human history. Could that be why the truth has been so hard to release. Because it's one thing to tell humanity there may be life elsewhere, but it's another thing entirely to tell humanity that Earth was never only ours. #UAP #UFO #USO #UAPDisclosure #NonHumanIntelligence #NHI #UnderwaterBases #OceanMystery #Cryptoterrestrial #Transmedium #Disclosure #ufotwitter #uapXshow more

At 3:14 that afternoon, with less than thirty dollars... left in my wallet, I watched a man tie a tiny German Shepherd puppy to a shopping cart outside a grocery store. He barely looked at her before muttering, “Someone will take care of it,” and walking away. Less than an hour later, that same puppy had changed something in me I didn’t realize was still alive. At first, I kept walking. That’s what people do when they’ve spent enough years protecting themselves from disappointment. I was fifty-two, divorced, living alone in a quiet apartment in San Diego where nobody noticed whether I came home or not. Getting attached felt dangerous. So I told myself the puppy wasn’t my problem. But halfway across the parking lot, I stopped. Then turned around. She was still there. Tiny. Motionless except for the faint rise and fall of her ribs. Black-and-tan fur stretched tightly over a body far too thin for a puppy her age. Her oversized ears drooped awkwardly, and dull gray tape had been wrapped tightly around her front paws, cutting into the skin underneath. The pavement around her shimmered with heat. Shopping carts rattled past. Car doors slammed. People moved around her like she was invisible. A woman with grocery bags glanced down once and kept walking. Two teenagers laughed while scrolling through their phones nearby. A man carrying bottled water slowed just long enough to shrug and say, “Poor thing,” before continuing toward his truck. That was the moment something inside me shifted. For years, I’d always said I wasn’t really a dog person. Not because I disliked them. I just didn’t want the responsibility. The mess. The inevitable heartbreak. Then the puppy slowly lifted her head. And looked directly at me. Not at the noise. Not at the traffic. At me. And somehow, in that single exhausted stare, I knew I was already involved whether I wanted to be or not. I walked back toward her. The metal cart burned hot beneath my hand. Up close, she looked even worse. The tape around her paws had rubbed parts of her fur away completely, leaving angry red skin exposed beneath. Her nose was dry. Her breathing shallow and uneven. When I touched her gently, she didn’t even try to pull away. That scared me more than if she had bitten me. “Hey, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Stay with me.” A store security guard approached almost immediately. “Sir, don’t touch the animal,” he warned. “You could be liable if something happens.” The animal. That wording hit me wrong instantly. “She’s barely alive,” I said. He shrugged awkwardly. “You can call animal services.” Another customer passed behind us and muttered, “Somebody else will handle it.” But nobody was handling it. I didn’t have a plan. I barely had enough money to buy groceries that week. All I had was a small multitool in my pocket and a half-empty water bottle in the car. My hands shook while I worked the blade open against the plastic ties holding her there. The metal cart was scorching hot under the sun, and every time the puppy flinched weakly, I had to stop for a second to steady myself. When the tie finally snapped loose, her body slumped gently against my chest like she’d been holding herself upright through pure exhaustion alone. Someone nearby silently handed me a bottle of water. I poured a little into my palm and touched it to her mouth. At first, nothing happened. Then her tiny tongue moved weakly against my hand. That tiny effort nearly broke me. I wrapped her carefully in my shirt and carried her to the car. The cold air blasting from the vents hit both of us immediately. She leaned weakly into my chest while I drove one-handed toward the nearest veterinary clinic. At every red light, I kept repeating the same thing. “Don’t quit on me.” Inside the clinic, the receptionist slid paperwork toward me with practiced calm. “Fill these out for stray intake,” she said. I looked down at the forms. Then at the puppy barely breathing in my arms. “I honestly don’t think she has ten more minutes,” I said quietly. Everything changed after that. A veterinary technician rushed over immediately and lifted the puppy carefully from my arms. The sudden emptiness felt heavier than her weight had. The veterinarian came out nearly twenty minutes later with a serious expression. “She’s severely dehydrated,” she explained. “Her paw pads are badly burned, and her blood sugar is dangerously low. She’s in critical condition.” I felt my stomach drop. Then she added softly, “But she’s still fighting.” From somewhere behind the treatment room doors, I heard the faintest little cry. The smallest sound imaginable. “If she survives the next hour,” the vet continued, “she has a real chance.” So I stayed. I sat in that plastic waiting room chair for hours staring at the closed doors. Eventually, the veterinarian returned with a tired smile. “She made it,” she said. Over the following weeks, the tiny puppy who could barely hold her head up slowly started recovering. First she stood. Then she walked. Then she discovered she liked chasing shoelaces and barking at birds outside my apartment window. The burns on her paws healed gradually. Her ribs disappeared beneath healthy fur. And the exhausted little creature abandoned beside a shopping cart slowly became loud, stubborn, playful, and impossible not to love. I named her Hope. Funny thing is, somewhere during all of that, I stopped saying I wasn’t a dog person. Because she didn’t just survive that parking lot. She walked out of it with me. And somehow, without either of us planning it, we both finally went home.show more

Seedance 2.0 on Sjolt =================== Prompt: Style: 8K. Photorealistic... — no 3D render, no game engine. Korean idol variety self-content aesthetic with a glam music-video mood — playful romantic tension, kiss-that-never-happens energy, always tasteful. Lighting: Warm and moody, dimmer than standard broadcast — soft warm key from frame-left, glowing string-light bokeh and a soft neon wash in the background, gentle amber rim light tracing hair and cheekbones, faces always cleanly lit. Color: 60:30:10 — dusty rose and mauve dominant / deep plum shadow secondary / red Pepero box and warm neon accent. Broadcast graphics: Persistent variety-show overlay locked to screen corners across every cut — a round pastel-pink "MELLOW GIRLS" show logo badge pinned top-left, and a title graphic pinned top-right reading exactly "PEPERO GAME", spelled P-E-P-E-R-O with one single P in the middle of the word — NOT "PEPPERO", NOT double P. Overlays never drift, never distort, letters never change between cuts. No subtitles, no lower-thirds. Props: The Pepero stick is MATCHSTICK-THIN — a delicate biscuit stick as thin as a wooden matchstick or a cotton-swab stem, about 2-3mm in diameter and 14cm long, with a whisper-thin chocolate coating, exactly matching the attached real Pepero product reference photo. Scale rule: the stick is always dramatically thinner than a person's lips are tall — a hair-thin line compared to the faces around it. It is NEVER a thick bar, never cigar-thick, never pencil-thick — if in doubt, make it thinner. The red Pepero box is a small light carton the size of a smartphone, held in one hand — it always looks small in a hand. Dialogue: Any spoken words are KOREAN ONLY — short natural Korean exclamations like "대박!", "어떡해!", "미쳤어!". Never any English words spoken. Camera: Physical broadcast cine lens. 180° shutter motion blur. Skin: Pore-level realism — vellus hair, glossy idol makeup, pore-shadow matching set light. Skin tone stays CONSTANT from first frame to last — no blushing, no reddening of cheeks or ears, no color change on any face at any point. Acting: Charged restraint — slow blinks, lidded eyes, gazes that drop from eyes to lips and back, breath held then released, a swallow before a move, suppressed smiles. The tension of almost — never a kiss, never contact between lips. Characters never frozen, always breathing and reacting. Physics: Gravity and inertia respected — the thin stick flexes slightly and snaps cleanly like a real biscuit, correct bite marks, tiny crumbs fall naturally. No floating props. Composition: Rule of thirds + golden ratio. Every person moving from frame one. Continuity: Characters, wardrobe, props, environment identical across every cut. No identity drift. Technical: 24fps smooth motion. 8K detail. No jitter. Audio: Room tone and close breathy foreground in the tense cuts — but from the moment the game starts, the two spectators keep up a constant excited high-pitched squealing off-screen ("꺄아—!", "꺄악!"), bubbling under every cut, rising with every bite, choking into whispers at the climax. Korean chatter, the crisp dry snap of the biscuit stick. No music. No subtitles. Characters: YURI — the group's eldest (unnie). Long platinum-blonde hair with wispy see-through bangs, pale porcelain skin, cool deadpan resting face. Cream cable-knit sweater vest over a white long-sleeve shirt, navy sailor collar with double white stripes, navy tie, pleated denim mini skirt, slouchy white loose socks, black loafers. RENA — younger than YURI. Long jet-black straight hair, sharp elegant features, pearl drop earrings. Black ribbed knit top with a wide pointed knit collar and thin black ribbon tie over a peeking white shirt collar, black pleated micro skirt with a small side buckle, black crew socks, chunky black loafers. HAEIN — long pastel ice-blue hair with a faint lavender sheen, glossy coral lips. Mustard-yellow double-breasted cropped blazer with navy trim, big navy bow ribbon at the collar, mustard sweater underneath, navy pleated skirt, white socks, white sneakers. MEMBER 4 — long black hair with soft face-framing layers, warm bright smile. Sleeveless green-and-white striped ribbed knit top with an orange-striped high neck and a small white triangle badge, light-blue wide-leg jeans, white sneakers. Scene: A moody glam lounge set — a dusty-rose velvet drape backdrop with a soft glowing neon squiggle sign, strings of warm fairy lights hanging out of focus, a tall arrangement of pale roses and pampas grass at frame-left, warm haze in the air. No table — everyone is STANDING. YURI and RENA stand face to face at center frame in profile to camera, barely a forearm's length apart, one matchstick-thin chocolate-dipped Pepero stick bridging their mouths, each end barely gripped between front teeth. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 stand a step behind at frame-right, shoulder to shoulder; HAEIN holds the small red Pepero box in one hand, forgotten. The broadcast overlays sit locked in the top-left and top-right corners throughout. CUT 1 — Wide static, 35mm, eye-level, locked off: The face-off. YURI and RENA stand toe to toe in the warm neon glow, the matchstick-thin stick a delicate line between their profiles. RENA tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear without breaking eye contact. YURI's chin lifts a degree — silent challenge. Behind them HAEIN grips MEMBER 4's arm with her free hand, both leaning in; MEMBER 4 whispers "어떡해…". Off-screen someone breathes "시작…" — the first slow bites begin. CUT 2 — Over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over RENA's shoulder onto YURI: Framed past RENA's black hair, YURI takes one slow bite, then another — unhurried, deliberate. Her lidded eyes hold RENA's, then drop for half a second to RENA's lips, then come back up. The stick shortens. Her cool deadpan stays intact but her fingers slowly curl into the hem of her knit vest, betraying her. Shallow focus, warm bokeh blooming behind her. Her breathing is close-mic in the foreground while the spectators' high-pitched squeals bubble continuously off-screen — "꺄아—!" — climbing a note with every bite. CUT 3 — Reverse over-the-shoulder, 50mm, slow push-in over YURI's shoulder onto RENA: Mirror framing past YURI's platinum hair. RENA's answer: she bites in slowly, closing the distance, head tilting to the angle of a kiss. More than half the stick is gone. Her hands stay clasped neatly behind her back — the well-mannered posture of the younger member toward her unnie — which makes the boldness of her bite land twice as hard. One eyebrow lifts a millimeter. Off-screen HAEIN's high strangled "꺄악—!", hands presumably over her mouth, MEMBER 4's giddy stomping heard under it. CUT 4 — Tight profile close-up, 85mm, static, shallow depth of field — the almost-kiss: Both faces in full profile fill the frame — noses, lips, chins all visible for scale. Only TWO OR THREE CENTIMETERS of the matchstick-thin stick remain, and their noses are about to collide — the stick can't get any shorter head-on. Then the move the fans are waiting for: RENA slowly TILTS her head to one side, her nose sliding past YURI's nose instead of bumping it, faces now interlocking at the kiss angle — and the blocked final centimeter opens up. She nibbles in again, millimeter by millimeter, the stub shrinking shorter than seemed possible, until their lips are a single warm breath apart, offset and almost overlapping. Lidded eyes gone slightly cross-eyed at this distance. YURI's answer: her hands rise and take a firm, gentle hold of BOTH of RENA's shoulders — the unnie steadying her challenger, half embrace, half "I'm not losing." She swallows but holds her ground. RENA's breath audibly trembles on the exhale — the composed one cracking first. A long held beat, the tiny stub trembling between two suppressed smiles. Off-screen a whispered "미쳤어…". CUT 5 — Handheld wide, 24mm, whip in from the spectators: At the closest possible moment the tiny stub SNAPS with a crisp dry crack. The spell breaks — YURI lets go of RENA's shoulders and spins away covering her mouth with both hands, shoulders shaking with laughter; RENA turns the other way, presses the back of her hand to her lips, then bursts out laughing — dipping into a small apologetic half-bow toward her unnie between laughs. HAEIN and MEMBER 4 collapse into each other screaming "대박!! 미쳤어!!", the small red box tumbling from HAEIN's hand. Camera shakes with the chaos. Corner overlays stay locked as the room erupts.show more

The “I never wanted any of this to be... public or content” Myth I never wanted any of this to come out. Except I actually mean that. It’s embarrassing, it’s trashy, and it’s the opposite of how I want to present myself publicly. I stayed silent for months while lie after lie was spun about me behind the scenes because I didn’t want to air private, messy moments from a relationship I genuinely cared about. I stayed silent out of fear, because I was told no one would believe me because he would be blindly believed on his large platform. In one of our very last conversations before I blocked him everywhere mid-October, he threatened to do a show on me, contact my employer, and “turn me into the next Lindsey”. Why? Because I didn’t want to continue apologizing to him for the 300th time about venting to someone I thought was a friend. I stayed silent because of these threats. But after Wednesday, after Chelsea posted the private video Aidan gave her, (the same one he threatened me with directly back on 10/2), and after the gaslighting posts yesterday, I don’t have a choice anymore. So here is the timeline. Here are the receipts. Here is what actually happened. September-October 2025- I Stayed Silent Through Months of Smear Campaigns For months, several creators repeated the same false narrative that “Aidan never said a bad word about Meredith.” Jess. Glarer. Auntie Deb. Kim. Ray from Dallas. Others. Meanwhile, Aidan was: • Badmouthing me privately and encouraging others to do so publicly, • Texting Joe “Flipperhead” entire paragraphs trashing me, • Aidan knew Joe would leak them (and even bragged on a stream that he did exactly that so he’d leak them), • Sending Jess Machado after me for months on her large platform, • Directing people behind the scenes to paint me as a villain. • Sending random people who supported me DMs to change their mind (yes Aidan, not everyone is fooled by your bullshit and they came right to me). I ignored all of it. I said nothing. I stayed silent through daily lies because I didn’t want to call more attention to it or face Aidan’s wrath. November 2025 -The Rumors About “March 4”, Joe Flipperhead Flips to Team Aidan Aidan texted Joe his entire made-up version weeks ago. Joe circulated those texts on purpose. Joe threatened me with posting a video montage of mine and Aidan’s private texts. Joe is a pussy so he eventually had Kristy post it for him. Creators discussed it publicly without me ever responding. I STILL didn’t defend myself. November 26-27, 2025- Ratchet Chelsea: The Full 48 Hour Meltdown 11/26/25- The Unprovoked Attack & The March 4 Video On Tuesday night, Chelsea came out of nowhere and launched herself straight at me, accusing me of all kinds of conspiracies from harassment to the horrific crime of sending a friend request, which is explained in vivid detail in the below post (she’s since gone somewhat viral, love this for her!) She spent the next 24 hours thoroughly embarrassing herself and the moment anyone challenged her story even slightly, she did what she always does: she imploded. Her accusations spiraled into her posting the March 4 video. On 11/26/25 at 11:08 PM, Chelsea posted the first clip–a blanket, context-less snippet of me drunk saying something I immediately apologized for the next morning. At 11:50 PM, I responded because at that point, I had no choice. 11/27/25-The Gaslighting & 9-Minute Backpedal Then yesterday, Aidan tried to save face by posting that he “didn’t want the video to be public.” And like clockwork, nine minutes later, Chelsea came charging into the comments like a Temu-sponsored bat out of hell, scrambling to apologize, trying to rewrite reality so it looked like he didn’t send her to do it. It was panicked, sloppy damage control. An amateur quality cover-up attempt that only made it more obvious how coordinated this all was. She wasn’t apologizing because she grew a conscience. She was apologizing because she got caught doing exactly what she’d been primed to do. I wonder if Aidan called her “you should’ve waited at least 20 minutes, dumbass!!!”. Not too bright that Chelsea. I can only imagine the regrets he must have for utilizing someone with the IQ of a pencil to do his dirty work. The Coordination Between Aidan & Chelsea Is Obvious Chelsea had virtually NO followers Wednesday morning. Aidan was one of the first. We’re supposed to believe someone with 150k followers just stumbled on an account that starts posting HIS private messages and HIS private videos? Kk. Aidan commented on her posts that same day, clearly encouraging it. She confirmed in my DMs back on 11/6 that she and Aidan were aligned. And she literally wrote at 4:04 AM that she had “proof,” videos & screenshots she would release if I didn’t “stop calling” her, calls she still hasn’t produced a single shred of proof of. Then yesterday within 9 minutes of his post, she writes: “Sorry for going rogue, Aidan, I hope you don’t hate my guts.” Going rogue? From WHAT? Who gave you the material in the first place? The coordination is obvious to anyone with functioning brain cells. The “I never wanted this public” lie Aidan’s post yesterday claimed he “never wanted this to be public.” If this were true, why did he instruct Chelsea to post it? Why did he share it with Jess Machado to threaten me with for the last month? Why did he share it with Joe Flipperhead, and God knows who else? If he didn’t want it public, he wouldn’t have shared it with anyone, let alone the girl I caught him cheating with. The timeline is clear– Chelsea posted a video at 11:08 pm on Thanksgiving Eve, I responded at 11:50 out of self defense. He leaked first. He escalated first. He weaponized it first. Trying to rewrite that now is gaslighting, pure and simple. He's been lighting matches behind the scenes for months, praying for this to go public. The “Meredith accused him of abuse” narrative is FALSE My actions tell the truth: • I never went to police. • I never filed anything. • I never told anyone he hit me. • I never repeated it. • I apologized the next day. • We stayed together for FOUR more months after that night. • He called me 100+ times some days, even indicating he’d end his life if we broke up. If he believed I was “dangerous,” his actions would have said that. They didn’t. The only reason this is public now is because HE leaked it. Actions > drunk slurred words said because a camera was shoved in my face when I asked him repeatedly to stop filming and to leave. The Wilbur Theatre Rumors—Let’s get petty for a second. This is another topic I’m cringing at discussing but we can thank Aidan for since he shared our sexual messages with Joe Flipperhead. And since some people (Auntie Deb, sweetie, this means you) insist on pushing their Dollar Store fan-fiction about the Wilbur Theatre night, let’s actually walk through what happened, using facts instead of whatever drug-induced hallucinations you’ve been spinning this week. The rumor goes like this- I was “mad at Aidan because we didn’t hook up,” and to “prove” it, they trot out a cherry-picked text where I said I wanted to hook up, he didn’t answer, and the next morning I said I was drunk and sorry. And somehow this has been spun into me being desperate, obsessed, or pining like a background character in a teenage soap opera. Adorable. Wrong, but adorable. Here’s the real plot twist-Aidan and I had already been together literally two days earlier, and shocker-that was initiated by him, not me. I didn’t just “show up at the Wilbur”. He invited me to come to the after party at Encore knowing I had a wedding earlier in the night. I wanted to see my friends there who I actually met to go with. This wasn’t a surprise, it was planned ahead of time. The “I was drunk, sorry” message wasn’t heartbreak. It wasn’t longing. It was me politely tapping the brakes because I didn’t even want to entertain whatever bad path it could lead us back down. And then? He texted me asking about my brother’s wedding, how I am, etc. I ignored him for a full week. Until I had no choice but to speak to him about MereNeill. That silence, from me, is what triggered his latest meltdown. Not mine. His. So no, Auntie Deb, your version isn’t “a different perspective.” It’s just wrong. Like wildly, hilariously, not-even-in-the-ballpark wrong. But sure, keep spinning fanfic if it makes your livestreams feel more exciting. I realize it’s probably been awhile since you’ve had any action since you’ve let yourself go so badly, so you live vicariously through others. Recap For MONTHS I ignored: • the texts he sent Joe to leak • the smear campaign • the creators parroting lies • the behind-the-scenes messages • the insinuations I hacked him and even shared revenge porn • the constant coordinated attacks • the threats of “turning me into the next Lindsey” • his warning that everyone would believe him because of his platform • the threats to contact my employer I didn’t clap back, didn’t retaliate, didn’t respond. But Wednesday, when Chelsea dumped the video he gave her, the same video she threatened weeks ago to drop, AND he posted pretending he didn’t want this all out? That was the line. They chose the nuclear option. Now I’m responding with facts in pure self-defense. Conclusion/Message for Temu Storm This entire mess could have stayed private. I wanted it to stay private. But when someone leaks your private moments, lies about your intentions, weaponizes your past, and coordinates an online attack, you either let the false narrative stand or you defend yourself. I’m choosing to defend myself with receipts, not gossip. With timelines, not “he said.” With evidence, not weaponized drunk clips. And then there’s Aidan’s favorite delusion. The claim that I was ‘working with Karen behind the scenes’ or ‘conspiring with her to get him in trouble for the recording.’ That could not be further from the truth. I didn’t even know he had recorded her until after she already knew about it herself. I wasn’t working with her, plotting with her, or communicating with her about it. She and I have always been friendly, but we didn’t even discuss the recording until it started leaking and Joe Flipperhead went feral on Twitter. Meanwhile, Aidan spent weeks screaming at me, accusing me of being some kind of secret double agent, like he was trying to create the betrayal he was terrified of. Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy. And here’s the reality: in the last few weeks, after he’s gone fully scorched earth on me, I have talked to her, and I support her 100%. The things he’s done to her over the past couple years, and the way he twisted it all for his followers, is the exact same manipulation I lived through. I’m not going into her details because that’s her story to tell… but let’s just say I have a feeling you’ll be hearing it sooner rather than later. And since this week has apparently become “Let’s All Fixate on Meredith Week,” let me address the content-creator sideshow, too. Some of you are strangers, while some I actually considered my friends. It’s shocking but not shocking how quickly you all flip a switch and follow your captain’s orders. Ray from Dallas spent his Sunday foaming at the mouth in a hostile little video about me, all bark, no substance. I saw it. I’m not intimidated. Mostly, I’m embarrassed for you. And your family(ies) will feel the same when your ass is doxxed next week. Can’t wait to tAkE tHaT WaLk with you! Then there’s Will, who’s gone on multiple streams calling me “crazy” and pretending he’s scared of me, despite me being nothing but nice to him. Why? Because he thinks I was the first one to tell Karen he heard the recording, which he absolutely did (unless Aidan is lying about who he played it for, but we know he’s actually telling the truth on this for once). She was informed of it the very next day, which is why she called you and you know this. This was two full days before I was even aware of a call at all. Will, for someone with your track record, maybe sit the “women are dangerous” narrative out. You’re not fooling anyone. I’m staring at 15 pages of police reports and no, it’s not all “things you’ve owned up for in the past”. You know this. Again, I’d take a very large seat here. And then my personal favorite-ex-fake friend Auntie Deb, who decided to spice up his Spaces on Thanksgiving by accusing me of distributing revenge porn with zero evidence, zero screenshots, zero anything. A completely fabricated felony tossed around like it’s gossip hour at the bingo hall. Considering your own professional history, James, I’d hope you of all people would understand how catastrophic false accusations can be, but apparently not. It would be a shame if I were to share the real reason around your separation at the middle school and how you wanted to bring Turtlenoy into it. This is all based on the several witnesses I’ve spoken to. See how that works? You announce things as fact based on something someone told you. I wonder if you’ll have that same enthusiasm when the topic is you. TBD. I’ll wait for that retraction about revenge porn. Ball’s in your court hun. And of course, there’s Jessica Machado, who’s been grinding this axe for months like it’s her full-time personality. Hos long did you cry when Chelsea beat you to the punch with that video? Don’t worry hun, there’s more but she didn’t post it because it’s not great for your fairytale. If you thought the fall-out of Kate’s video was bad, Jessica…stay tuned. I may have been momentarily distracted dealing with the chaos from Temu Chelsea, but there’s an army of your victims out there that are eager and ready for your downfall. The false claim that I shared “revenge porn,” the conspiracy theories, the wild accusations you present as fact, all of it. The 10+ streams you’ve now defamed me on. You’ve been so obsessed with me for so long that you can’t even keep your own narratives straight anymore. I love this so much for you. Let me be crystal clear–I am done being all of your punching bag. You love to spin this narrative that I’m this dangerous person. You’d think you’d lay off from constantly f*cking with me if you truly believed that. I would genuinely love for this nonsense to stop. But that requires ALL of you to stop manufacturing drama, stop lying, and stop weaponizing made-up crimes for clicks. And if they want to keep going? I’ve got plenty of content for many seasons to come.show more