2021.11.29 18:10 elojelo Hi I just died with a graphics card in safe container, so it's not found in raid, what can I do with it when Im not building a bitcoin farm since I have a life.
2021.11.29 18:10 of_mice_and_nick The credit/debit card is invalid. Any one else having this issue?
As the title says I keep getting that message telling me my credit/debit card is invalid. I’ve used my credit card before to pre order vanguard and the 100$ edition of witch queen. Now all of a sudden when I try to buy/pre order games now it tells me card is invalid. My card works every where else but has recently stopped working on PSN. Is anyone else having this issue?
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2021.11.29 18:10 Fragrant-Grand7698 First OVI charge - Ohio
So, earlier this month I was charged with my OVI. I hardly ever drink and it was a scenario where I didn’t feel I was impaired and if I thought I was beyond to drive, I wouldn’t have. I was had a couple drinks and then drove to a friends but felt overall that I was fine. I then was putting her address in my phone and then was pulled over. I have learned from this situation entirely, and even though I wasn’t a habitual drink and drive individual, I have taken accountability and will never drink and drive anything ever again. I have never had anything more than a speeding ticket and am currently in the process of applying to PhD Neuroscience programs. I am feeling defeated - like everything I have worked for up to this point is gone because of what I did. I did immediately retain the best DUI attorney in my area. I failed the field sobriety tests, however, wasn’t given proper instruction on how to do them. I refused to blow but wasn’t read the implied consent warning which is required. I’m hoping to get this reduced to a reckless operation as it isn’t alcohol related and in my case would be a minor misdemeanor instead of a physical control. I know each case is different and every prosecutor is also different, but what are my chances at getting this reduced to a reckless operation if anyone knows? Or those that have got it reduced to reckless operation in Ohio what was your case like? Thank you.
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2021.11.29 18:10 TrainMysterious133 UFO DEX!
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2021.11.29 18:10 HuotPotatoe A little late, but I can finally make this type of photo! Got my hands on 3070 today, very hyped!
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2021.11.29 18:10 Cant_Spell_Shit Does riot consider their pre-patch a success when several champions have gone from meta to completely unviable?
The meta is so constricted by items and keystones. Champions like Nocturne, Lee Sin, and Eve have gone from good champions to complete garbage.
It's never felt worse to main a champ.
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2021.11.29 18:10 Cezarino forsen stream was pog today
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2021.11.29 18:10 Moonlight-Haunter The Life Lock
The streets are full of people. Voices, traffic, screams, murmurs, footsteps, horns. A cacophony of sounds invades each of the people walking from one side to the other. Those people who form a block, transporting which herd.
It is a weekday. Lunch time. The sun is high up and even in the middle of the city, with its buildings reaching up to the sky, its rays can be seen and felt. Or at least that's what I imagine.
I can't feel them. I don’t feel the sun, nor the wind, not even the mixed aromas of the different food places. My body doesn’t react to anything. For me, the world has become an eternal night. People are nothing more than shadows, blurred figures that pass from one side to the other without stopping to look. I cannot hear them, nor feel them, nor even recognize them. Their faces are a featureless blur. I can barely make out if they are human or not.
My life was not always like this. Before, I could see the world as it really was: colorful, bright, bustling. I used to hate weekdays, cities, crowds. I used to hate it because I could see every face, distinguish every scent, react to every sound, grow old with those I loved. I don't hate it anymore. Now I miss it.
It all started at a Halloween party. The last one I organized, last October. I had wanted to organize one for a long time, so I was doing it, excited, for months. I would invite all my friends, buy the best decorations, make the best meals. Everything would be perfect.
But it was not. Nothing was perfect.
A few weeks before the party, while looking for decorations on eBay, I found one in particular that caught my eye. They were two hands, open, bony and chilling. The object looked quite old and that gave it even more creepy vibes. I figured it would be perfect for the party, so I bought it. When it arrived, I didn't take it out of the package until the day of the party. I did the same with all the decorations, as I didn't want anyone to see them when they came home for other things. I wanted everything to be a surprise.
When the day finally came, I began to tidy up the whole house. In the front garden, I placed several hollowed pumpkins, with lights inside to greet the guests. I also placed a life-size skeleton by the door, so that it seemed that it was welcoming everyone, as a butler.
Small garlands of bats decorated the staircase. I hang plastic spider webs in the corners and lamps. Little ghosts, black cats and witches decorated the trays, plates and tables where food and drink will be displayed. In addition, I placed some pretty creepy decorations in various places around the house with the intention of scaring some of my friends. The stuffed spiders sticking out of the bathroom mirror were one of my favorites.
When I took the palms out of their box, I was amazed at how they looked. They were even creepier in person. They were made of a white material, similar to marble, just as cold and white, but not as hard. They were so detailed that veins, tendons and bones could be easily distinguished. The nails were long and sharp, just as white as the rest of the piece. The support on which they were leaning was made of dark and shiny wood. There was no inscription anywhere. No mark, not even a scratch. It was strange to see that they were so pristine but still looked so old.
I was observing them for several minutes, in wonder, until I decided to place them on a small table, near the entrance; next to a lamp that I had decorated with cobwebs.
Guests began arriving shortly after. All my friends were there and they showed up in the most varied costumes. I'd disguised myself as a vampire, with false teeth and all. The party was incredible; We drank, we played, we laughed. Everything seemed to be going wonderfully and I felt splendid to see my friends enjoying everything I had prepared. There were even some who were spooked by the decorations I had bought and arranged specifically for that, so I was proud as well.
The night progressed and some children rang the bell to receive their sweets. Little princesses and princes, werewolves, vampires, mummies and knights; everyone went through the door and received their candy. After midnight, when all the children had returned home, our party continued.
At one point, I was talking to one of my friends. I was leaning against the back of the sofa and my eyes drifted from her face to the hands. I didn't know why, but there was something about them that had been calling me all night, like they wanted my full attention. My eyes were fixed on the white palms, on the sharp nails, on the tendons molded in that strange material. The edges of my vision started to turn black, but I didn't feel bad. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off those hands.
The minutes seemed to turn into hours. All notion of time became useless in my brain. I didn't blink once while looking at them. My vision became increasingly black, the light went out, and my surroundings seemed to cease to exist. Eventually even the hands turned black and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was startled. There was a lot of light around me, such a contrast to the previous darkness that it made my head ache. I remember grabbing my head with both hands and closing my eyes tightly, trying to make the pain stop and the light to go out.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was on a gurney. I looked around, finding one of my friends, sitting in a chair next to me.
"You passed out," he told me. His tone of voice was concerned. "We didn't know what had happened to you, it looked like you hit your head when you fell, so we called 911 and they brought you to the hospital."
I could hear his words, but their meaning eluded me slightly. Had I passed out looking at the palms? I wasn't sure what he was telling me. My friend also told me that I had been unconscious most of the day, that Halloween was over, and that visiting hours were about to finish, so he had to leave soon. After a moment, he said goodbye to me and left.
Moments later, a doctor approached me. I don't remember their face, nor their name. I don't even remember if it was a man or a woman. Everything was blurry. What I do remember is that they informed me that I had suffered a small decompensation, but that the blow had not been strong and that I would soon be able to return home.
I was in the hospital until the next morning. During the night they did more studies on me and let me go with the recommendation that I not make too much effort in the next few days.
When I returned home, most of the decorations had been removed and traces of the party cleaned up. I silently thanked my friends for doing this and made a mental note to thank them the next time I saw them.
I finished arranging the things that had been left out during the day, trying not to strain myself as the doctor had said. For some reason, I didn't get close to the hands until late at night. There was something inside me that prevented me from going to the place where they were. But eventually I had to get closer, and then my heart raced at what I saw.
The palms, once open, as if welcoming, were now closed. It seemed as if they were trying to contain something. As if they caught something and didn't want to let it go. I touched them, trying to test if they moved, because maybe one of my friends had left them that way, but they were as firm as before. It was impossible to move them. I did not understand what was happening at the time. I'm still not sure I know what's going on now, but over time I discovered that this was not just a decoration.
I tried to put them in the box they came in, but no matter how much I put them in there, they would return to their place on the table. At first I thought I was just confused, that I had only intended to put them away and then I hadn't. But as the days passed, that was not the case: I tried to put them in the box, hide them, get them out of the house... and they returned to their place. Over and over.
But that was not the only change. As the days passed, as the hands continued to slip away, I began to notice changes in myself. In my body, in my thoughts, in the way I saw and felt the world.
The first thing I felt was the sensation of being watched. No matter where I went, the feeling was always there. At home, at work, in the car. I turned over and over again, trying to find who was following me and watching, but there was never anyone. At first I thought it was just the feeling, that it was surely my imagination for everything that had happened in the last few days.
But then I began to feel a compression in my chest. As if my rib cage was being squeezed. At times it was difficult for me to breathe, and at others I felt like I was in a very small room even when I was outdoors.
I went back to the hospital, but no one could find any problems. They attributed it to stress and let me go home. But my house had become a torture, because the hands were still there; closed, as if they wanted to keep me contained, oppressed.
The darkness was what followed. With each new day, it seemed as if the sun became less bright, as if a twilight invaded everything. At first I thought it would be a sign that winter was approaching, but then I realized that even at noon, with the sun high, the world seemed dark. Everything around me began not only to darken but also to blur. Things stopped having distinguishable edges. It was as if I was looking behind a curtain of water all the time.
Once again, I headed to the hospital, believing that perhaps something was wrong with my eyesight. But again, no one could find anything. Everything was perfect. My body was perfect.
And still, I could feel everything getting worse and worse.
I started to get hungry all the time. No matter what I ate, I was never satisfied. The same thing happened with the drink. My throat felt dry the whole time I was awake, and no matter what I took, I still had that intense thirst.
Eventually, I couldn't take anything. Not food, not water. Nothing.
I also stopped being able to sleep. No matter how much I laid down, closed my eyes, the dream didn’t come. It never came. But neither did fatigue.
I knew that something beyond reason was invading me and I was sure it had to do with those damn hands, so I tried my best to get rid of them. I threw them in the trash, tried to break them, threw them across the street, from the roof. I went to the river and threw them into its depths.
But they always came back. To that little table, next to the lamp. They had not changed since the incident, they were still closed and I convinced myself that what they were containing was my own life, as if they wanted to protect it from something... or someone.
The feeling of being watched never went away. In fact, like all other symptoms, it got worse. The pressure on my chest is still there and sometimes I can swear someone is watching me. It is no longer just the feeling. When I turn around, I can see a strange shadow behind me. The shadow of a woman... or so it seems.
She watches me, she chases me. I don't know who she is, or what she wants. The sensations are strange at this point. I don't even know how much time has passed since the Halloween party, I have no idea when the days change, because for me the world is dark all the time.
I can no longer distinguish people and, as I look at the bustle of the street, standing here in the middle of it, I think about everything that has happened.
People pass me, as if they can't see me either. I don't know how they look at me, because their eyes are blurry points on an even more blurred face: they have no features, I can barely distinguish skin from hair or clothes. And she's there, behind me, watching me.
I decide to start running. I have tried this before and it has not worked, but I decide to try one more time.
I run. I run to the river, to the ravine. She follows me closely; I can feel her. Even though the whole world is blurry, she appears to be sharp, as if she is the only thing in the world that matters. I keep running until I jump into the water. I don't need to take a breath, because I’m sure that I have also stopped breathing at some point, just as I have stopped eating and sleeping.
The bottom of the river is covered with rocks and, despite hitting my head, I remain conscious. No blood comes out of the wound. I can't die. And she watches me, furious. How dare I escape from her? No one escapes from her. And that angers her even more.
I don't know how I know this. I just know. The hands continue to hold something, trapping— but perhaps they are protecting. Maybe they are protecting me. And that's what makes her so mad.
I don't know how many hours pass until I get out of the river. I'm soaked and even though it's already nighttime, I don't feel cold. As always, hunger and thirst settle in my body, but I don't even try to calm them. I know how it would end. I can't eat or drink, what's the point of trying?
I walk to my house. And she follows me. She always follows me. She seems to be more furious now. Maybe watching me challenge her in the river made it worse. I don't know and I don't want to find out either. When I get home, I go straight to the hands. They remain the same, closed. I gently touch the cool white surface. I look everywhere. She is on the other side of the door.
The hours go by and neither of us moves. I look at the hands and something whispers to me. They speak a strange language but I can still understand it:
"We have your life; it belongs to us." The whisper seems like hundreds of voices speaking at the same time. The voices of the hands. "She can't touch you, she’ll never be able to do it."
"Who is she?" I ask, but nobody answers.
I look towards the door. She is there, on the other side. She screams, more furious than ever. The door is slammed open and I see it: the darkest of the figures, the sharpest of all. Untouchable, embracing. A force impossible to stop, but she somehow cannot touch me. She screams again. I cover my ears with my hands.
She looks at the hands, perhaps realizing what is happening. I take several steps back, to get away. The voices keep whispering that I am theirs, that my life belongs to them, that they are protecting me so that she cannot touch me. And she's furious that my life should have been hers that day, at the Halloween party, when my head hit the ground.
The hands move. The movement looks like something out of a stop motion movie. Small, slowly, as if displaced from time. My heart races. For a moment I think that the hands will open, going to their original position and freeing me for her to take me. But no. The palms close even more. The pressure in my chest increases. The darkness deepens. The feeling of being trapped is greater, but she becomes even angrier. The hands continue to protect me and they don't want to let me go.
I put a hand in my chest and open my mouth like a fish out of water, trying to breathe harder. Pure survival instinct. Only when I look up and see the blurry, dark world around me do I remember that I don't need to breathe, that I won't die even if I stop.
I smile. She tries to hold the hands, make the palms open, but she can't. The whispers keep saying that my life belongs to them. And she screams that it should be hers.
A fight of wills takes place in front of my misty eyes. She wants to take me; the hands won't let go of me. She screams, the hands whisper. And my life is in between. My life that has become a specter of what it was. Am I still living in spite of everything? Can I call this life? I don’t know. I don't want to ask or think about it too much.
The darkness grows and then she screams louder than ever before. Everything turns dark and I am not sure if I have lost consciousness or just vision.
An infinite moment passes. Minutes, hours, days. Maybe years. I have no idea.
When the absolute darkness disappears, I am still at home. The hands are as always, closed. The day is dark and the world is blurry.
She is gone.
"Your life belongs to us, forever," say the whispers.
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2021.11.29 18:10 Kiwi-Fox3 Anthony Fantano reviews?
I just recently watched these three videos of Anthony Fantano reviewing and dissecting Joji's Albums. I'm a little mixed about how I feel about his perspective, but, he does make some valid points. Like, how Joji's vocals can get muddy and lost in the music, but, I feel like that's a huge reason why I like listening to these two albums. I like how heavy & condensed the songs can get. Joji definitely went above & beyond on his second album and was able to really stretch his comfort zones. And I feel like as a whole a lot of his appeal is that his music definitely has "M 0 0 D" vibes.
To be honest, I genuinely do not expect anything from George, and I'm just happy that he's happy producing his own music and has a career that he's proud of fulfilling. I absolutely fucking loved FF, and still scream out FRUIT SNACK to this day, every now and then, but, regardless of how much I still enjoy a nostalgic FF or PG video, I wouldn't ever want him to give up music. Cameos are always appreciated, such as the "suck my nuts" background vocals in Pretty Boy, and absolutely put a smile on my face. But as far as an analytical look at Joji, I think there's a lot more than just comparing his music at face value, but instead, cheering him on in his success & growth.
Fantano didn't care for Yeah Right, and, I cannot state how much this song gets me lit every time it comes on in my playlist. Minimalism is a tactic Joji artfully knows how to tap into, and I feel like this song has waaaayy more depth than the happenstance listener might be able to appreciate at surface value.
Imo, this guy hurts. This guy feels. And he doesn't owe anybody a perfectly tuned masterpiece for every song he turns out. He simply is vibing, and expressing himself in, a quite beautifully eerie way. He clearly knows the depths of depression, as well as the fluttering complex feelings of wanting to be loved & appreciated, while at the same time doubting his self worth or ability to be loved, and to love.
Joji is enough for me. And I hope a lot of his fans feel this way too. We're just proud of him, rooting for him, and wish him the best, and hope to god Depression doesn't consume him some day... He doesn't need to be perfect. And he's a lot more than a 6/10, to me that is.
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2021.11.29 18:10 Musical-Comic-69 Me_irl
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2021.11.29 18:10 Bot_Highlights Can someone please explain how these bots are Predators and have 100 win streak on arenas? I have seen Silver players move and shoot better than this. | /u/VegardStrom
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2021.11.29 18:10 nsr-12309 anime source? thank you
2021.11.29 18:10 abbeyxhalfaxa December 3
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2021.11.29 18:10 iHades22 The one that bothers me most is the web ball attack.. hw tf did it get approved
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2021.11.29 18:10 Nintendocat64 Give us back our damn dislike buttons youtube
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2021.11.29 18:10 Felicks77 Daily Aguri Day 113
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2021.11.29 18:10 Chance_Job3607 Attack on Titans:Lost Girls https://drive.google.com/drive/mobile/folders/10PuRBoBH-1Ew0KqUiQr9xqwXosf7V2HN?usp=sharing
2021.11.29 18:10 LifeLongMedication Finding amboss easier than UW?
I'm only a little bit into the Qbank, but so far my scores are better and I find it easier than Uworld, yet the consensus seems to be the opposite. My scores on NBME are the worst of all three so really confused as how to judge my progress?
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2021.11.29 18:10 ClumsyKlutz87 She missed the lesson on drinking like a normal cat…
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2021.11.29 18:10 Dagon96 Pc not recognizing new ssd
Hi all. I have a little problem with a storage upgrade on my pc. So, i have the i5 10400f and the b560m-plus asus tuf mb combo. As primary storage for my OS i use a samsung 980 m.2 nvme of 250gb, installed in the slot number 2 (the slot nr 1 is used only with a 11th gen cpu unfortunatly). I recently bought a samsung 870 evo ssd with 500gb of storage...tried to install it but without any luck. I tried all the sata slots on my motherbord...but only bios can detect that there's a ssd there, but in boot order it doesn't show at all. And in windows also. I tried the partition settings to try to set it, but also it doesn't show up.
Maybe i had the luck to buy a faulty ssd? Have anybody else encountered such a problem?
I wanr to mention that i tried alot of methods found online, from enabling CSM and turning off XMP in windows, up to some prompt commands and some memory test.
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2021.11.29 18:10 Bot_Highlights Still my favorite clip from 3 years ago. | /u/KazumaDuy
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2021.11.29 18:10 AtomX1211 Connection lost, then instant lobby server error.
2021.11.29 18:10 dontlookatmynam My man Jesus stacked some corpses, includint me
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2021.11.29 18:10 justamomentumplease Creating my own indices. Sanity check, please! :-)
Hi all... I'm building some momentum models. Instead of comparing my results to a broad index, I'd like to compare to my own indexes. I might also use my synthetic index to select stocks that have more momentum than the index. Other applications as well.
For example, an index could be made from Stocks A, B, C, D, and E. Or, all Space stocks in the Russell 2000 (from 20-year historical quotes including delisted). Or, S&P500 minus sin stock categories. Or whatever....
I believe the math is correct but would love to sanity check this. I took the change for each stock for each bar, averaged the change of each bar, and applied each bar's increase to a starting point of 100 (could have been any number.)
Is this correct? Is there a better way to do this?
And, what are some other ways to calculate indices? I believe the Dow30 is sensitive to the actual prices, which my method normalizes. And S&P500 uses market caps, which I don't use. What are pros and cons of those approaches?
Spreadsheet here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1RGXPR-TNfawnn5_X6SfuatwTEcUOAUMRmeT64j-tj5c/edit?usp=sharing
(I develop in Python, but like to map out logic in spreadsheets)
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2021.11.29 18:10 daveorama6 Going to Lion's Game
Title. Wanting to go to a Lion's game. Not entirely sure how safe the city is, especially as I'll be repping green and gold. Anyone been to a game before / Suggestions on where to stay? Thanks for input!
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