My parents' 50th anniversary is in Jan, and in the first week of Jan, we're going to go visit them for it. I have a senior cat who is incredibly snuggly and human-centered and loves being in her house and loved on. I've had people come in to feed her twice a day before for trips, but she really likes more attention than that LOL She wants someone to sleep next to and cuddle with and tell her she is a pretty kitty ;)

I thought there could be the possibility of someone who would just enjoy some time to themselves in a beautiful location by Sutro Reserve, and we can trade the use of the house (and possibly car) for feeding her twice a day and giving her lots of cheek rubs? She does get medicine once a day, but it's just put on top of her food, so you don't have to wrangle her to give it.

She's a wonderful kitty, loves to cuddle and sleep, but does want to play sometimes. Obviously her litter box would need scooped too, but she's really low-maintenance physically, just high maintenance emotionally LOL It's a terrible catch 22, she doesn't like to be home alone, but she also doesn't like going to a boarding place.

Here are a couple pictures of her :) https://imgur.com/gallery/peEhL2k

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The house has lots of streaming services, gourmet kitchen, you'd be able to use my daughter's bathroom, a view of the ocean/GG bridge and is just a lovely place. Ideal for someone who works from home and would like a new quiet view for a while. You don't have to spend the night, but she needs more than just 30 min in the morning and evening for attention and love.

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Tibby loves your lap. She loves attention and gives lots of love. She is not standoffish, unless you are another cat.

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It had been a few hours since she had first hit the shores, navigating the dense forests of the shores, standing as sentinels to the interior. Yet when she breached that barrier of wood and leaves, she was greeted by a land that could only be described as heavenly.

The land, soft and undulating, rolled out before the Gnome like a verdant blanket. Plentiful trees, beautiful flowers, and bright grass dominated this paradisiacal space, illuminated under radiant midday rays.

Freuda sat on her picnic mat, sandwich in hand, and some fruit cut up on a plate that lay besides her. She took a bite of her sandwich, a pinch of some of the fruit, as she absentmindedly gazed around at her surroundings. The idyllic like environment had presented to her no threats thus far, and she had been travelling uninterrupted till now, so Freuda found it a good time to rest and observe further.

Of note was the dense forests that had first greeted her, which felt almost denser than the Dark Forests of Towiló, and the one that she sat outside of. Between them was fairly open grasslands, copses of trees dotting the landscape alongside the small hills. The first forest was unusually dense and packed, especially so close to the shore. The woods she sat outside now were peculiar too, but that would be a matter Freuda will deal with in just a moment.

For the time being, she leaned down, picking up a pen. She jotted down some notes in a small open book that laid besides her also, comparing what she wrote, to what was found in other open books, laid out on the picnic mat. These books thicker, and more scholarly like.

If there was ever a time or place or the opportunity to discover the Elves, or their remnants, this was the place it would happen. Freuda felt it in her gut.

This land, a forgotten peninsula on the far end of Tyrna, it just had this feeling to it. Of a sincere, ancient and eloquent order and harmony. It just felt Elvish to Freuda, at least, what she thought something Elvish might feel like.

The young Gnome had grown up on the stories of the past, living amongst long decrepit ruins of ancient nations. Her mother explained them to be Elvish watchtowers of old, their town existing alongside the border between the Gnomes and Elves. It was also why there was either items, like jewellery, and items of wood not yet rotted, littered in the forests and streams. Neither of Gnomish, nor Human make.

She’s heard all of the other tales too. How the Elves shaped Tyrna, how the

Parked near a group of friends. Unexpectedly had to hike quite a ways in flip flops. Got to the turn and wasn’t able to get all the way there - no trail. Saw a young buck as I got back to my car.

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*NEWEST UPDATE The property owner's name is NAUSHAD MONIN. And, with the help of Redditor's, I've verified that there haven't been any permits pulled for this action. If any demo starts, it can be reported to 311. Unfortunately, he has the right to remove any trees on his property that he chooses to. However, the second he starts trying to turn the land into a parking lot, he is in violation and can be reported. Thank you, reddit, for the help on this!

I am so tired of watching Houston property-owners demo all that is green and beautiful. Plus, this one will really negatively impact a small business who has invested thousands in the outdoor area. There is honestly, from what I can see, no need for more parking spaces as the lot is already huge and never full . I am working on finding out more details from the business owners and want to first verify that the owner has the proper permits to do this. The second, third, and fourth steps are undetermined and I was hoping to get some advice from the Houston redditors!

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First off, I am so sorry for reviving this dead horse topic, but it has been on my mind lately and I feel like some mistakes made with Fire Emblem Fates can help us see why we like the world building in other stories or how to improve the world building in our own stories.

Next to the numerous plot contrivances, the weak world building is one of the most common complaints about Fire Emblem Fates's narrative. By weak world building most people mean that the world doesn't feel like an authentic place that could exist sans magic. World building tends to matter a lot for Fire Emblem games because most plots revolve around feuds between numerous warring countries/territories. This naturally opens up the most common complaint about Fates's world.

#2 Countries????

A lot of people like to point out the unbelievable nature of the continent just being a nameless mass of land with Nohr and Hoshido on it. I mostly agree with those people, but I think this is the weakest hit on Fates's world building for a few reasons. The first is that there ARE other countries in Fates. Notre Sagesse, Izuno, and Nestra are all small independent countries on the continent. The second is that Nohr and Hoshido seem to be both kingdoms and continents. The elemental tribes and beast shifters both inhabit the mainland of Hoshido and Nohr, but seem to have their own independent governments. They seem just like countries within their respective continents. I hope you notice that I keep using the word seem. Anyways, there is real world precedence for a stupid set up like this with Europe and Asia being two "continents" that share the same landmass, being separated by a mountain range just like Nohr and Hoshido are separated by a canyon. The real issue here is that the map just kind of sucks. Compare it to another FE map like Elibe's. The borders aren't as clear as I'd like, but it is very clear what is a country and what is just a territory or city here. I feel like a more intuitive map would get a lot more people into the world instantly.

#Poor sense of history

In Genealogy of the Holy War, Sigurd enters the country Augustria and notices almost instantly that its citizens hate Chagall and love Eldigan of House Nordion. Eldigan can even use their divine relic, Mystletain, so why isn't he the King of Augustria? Well, the crusader Höðr's youngest daughter ended up marrying

I'm an abomination; of that fact I am only too aware.

I am an unnatural creature of rot and puss, pestilent filth and foul disease. From my every weeping pore a stream of rancid grease flows, the corruption leaking steadily and eternally over my mountainous form to pool upon the writhing mass below me.

My bones are wasted by atrophy, my chest bloated with corpse gas, my matted fur caked in layers of encrusted puss and blood. From the peeling flesh of my scalp a matted lake of insects and worm-like tendrils pours, like a vile waterfall. My eyes spill from gaping sockets and onto the festering horror of my bestial face.

I am always dying, but never quite dead.

Beneath me an ocean of bodies squirm. Eyes, faces, heads, limbs, torsos; all bound together by ribbons of sojourning meat. They crawl and writhe and squeal. They cling onto me so tightly that their skin and mine becomes, quite literally, inseparable. They infuse themselves into my legs, my waist, my haunches, my back- dragging, creeping and slithering behind me wherever I go, like a cadaverous tail.

They are a part of me, just as I am a part of them.

I can hear them calling out to me, even now. Demanding vengeance upon those who abandoned them, vengeance upon the world to which they never belonged, vengeance upon the arrogant gods who subjected them- who subjected us -to such a Wretched fate.

I coo to them, my precious little parasites. I am the only one who can soothe them, the only one who can grant them their desires. I hate them and yet I love them- for they are the only creatures on this miserable planet who share in an existence as shameful as my own.

They are my children. My babies. My horrible little growths.

My most precious Humanity.

Mankind was never native to the realms of Primordia, nor were they wanted here. They came through a tear in space and time; fleeing by the thousands from a dying world.

Had they known what awaited them, they would have likely chosen to stay.

They were adaptable, cunning and, above all else, they were afraid. Afraid of the dark, of death, of failure, of all things unknown and unseen.

That overbearing fear would ultimately be their downfall.

The indigenous peoples of Primordia were deeply suspicious of the Humans right from the start. That suspicion grew into terror and rage once the Human refugees began to rapidly expand their settlements, stripping the lands of their natural resources and threatening the ancient balance of power.

I’m looking to make some improvements to my commander deck, I considered putting a vedalken orrery in because of braid of fire, not sure what else it could use, any suggestions would be helpful.

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Humans are Weird - Blowing Bubbles Animatic

Humans are Weird – The Witching Hour

Original Post: http://www.authorbettyadams.com/bettys-blog/humans-are-weird-witching-hour

“One of the humans is missing.”

Subcommander Grist let out a hiss of annoyance and curled closer to his sleeping partner. If he could just ignore the voice long enough.

“Subcommander,” the voice pressed. “One of the humans is missing.”

Grist gave a low grumble. His traitorous sleep-fellow rolled away from him and kicked lazily at his thigh. The sleep curled talons posed no danger to his skin but it would still leave some bruises if he didn’t moved. He stretched and slipped out from under the thermo-cover. He resolutely ignored whoever had woken him as he stomped over to the shelf that held his torga juice. He flipped the lid off with his lower jaw and shoved his muzzle into the sweet liquid. He took a few blessed moments to swirl the fluid around his teeth. He felt a rear tooth shift and made a mental note to make a dental appointment. He finally took a deep breath, swallowed. And rotated his body to glare at his commander.

“What do you mean that one of the humans is missing?” Grist demanded.

Commander Pulp shifted on his forepaws uneasily and glanced sideways as if he was watching the actual question hovering between them. Why did Pulp think that this issue was Grist’s problem when it was very clearly his offshift. Grist fought back a groan. Pulp was new. As in arrived four days ago with no prior human experience and forty years of command experience new. He was trying not to be a complete ridge-skull at least.

“Grimes was last registered by the sensors in his sleeping situation over an hour ago,” Pulp informed him. “I grew worried as it was his sleep time and followed his scent track to the airlock.”

“Did you ask the other humans?” Grist asked, rubbing a paw over his eyes in an attempt to loosen his scales.

“I did,” Pulp said, then gave a long sigh. “The answer made no sense.”

“What did they say?” Grist asked.

“He always gets twitchy during the witching hour,” Pulp replied, raising his nasal ridges to indicated a direct quote.

“Witching?” Grist ran the word over his teeth as they ambled out of th

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I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/ryewyt/the_shrieking_isles_the_crash_between_screams/

Morning came far too soon when Dean gently shook me awake. Irritation set in quickly when I got up and realised, I was still here on this soon to be flooded island. Inside this crashed plane, amongst scared strangers.

“Time to wake up, son. The current is in our favor.” he said, his words behind a naturally charming, father like smile.

I remember how I felt stepping outside. The sky was one giant gray cloud that loomed around us worse than the feeling of dread, going from our island that was quickly being consumed by the mirky water around us. Small waves crashed against the rocks. Water splayed against moss covered stone, spraying all of us.

“We doing this?” Darren said, more likely psyching himself up then speaking to the rest of us. “Yeah, we good to go?” Kris said, slinging her pack over her shoulder.

Everyone walked to the edge of the shore, looking out to the island. Dean walked up to the water, barefoot along with Amy, who was wearing her lifejacket, her knees shaking as she held Dean’s hand. He wrapped a rope around her waist, then around his chest. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He smiled, holding out his pinky finger, to which Amy extended her own, wrapping her tiny finger around his bear sized one.

Chad and I were the last ones in the water while Kris, Darren and Dean took the lead with Harry and Amy just behind. Chad looked out to the island. His mind likely stuck on the events that took place last night. “Are we sure about this?” I turned to him, pointing behind us to the waves that splashed against our small island. “It’s our only choice.”

We took to the water together, letting the current push us towards the island. There was little doubt in my mind, as we floated on these unfamiliar waters that a ball of doubt and fear had been swelling in my gut, wrenching at me the way it had Chad.

I had no clue at the time how Kris and Dean maintained their composure so well. So focused to the task at hand. In truth it angered me a little, or perhaps I was envious? All I knew was everywhere I looked seemed like potential danger, and it scared the hell out of me.

With each passing sway of my arms and kick of my feet, I could feel the weight of the bitter, cold, salt water. I tried to look down, but we had now entered the dark blue blotches we had seen on the edges of the island. A dark, boding fe

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

#Note: This megathread will soon be replaced with a different format to handle the growth of the task list; at this time only the Tip for Request section is being updated on this post. All the requests and suggestions in the comments will be added to the new list, along with as many outside comments as we can find.

#What are Bunny Requests and Portal Upgrades?

These are part of a new feature available to most players; in it we are asked to complete multiple sets of ‘Bunny Requests’, featuring specific tasks similar to Camp or Seasons Quests. After finishing each set of Requests and meeting a minimum dragon power requirement, the player receives an upgrade to their Event Portal and a prize item from the Ornate Statues chain, and the Request counter starts over with a new set of tasks to reach the next upgrade.

The number of tasks in each set varies based on upgrade level and a player’s version of the feature, with the first two beta versions requiring significantly more Requests per upgrade than later editions. In addition to the individual rewards given for completing tasks and upgrades, players also gain upgrades to all future Out-of-Camp event rewards, with higher level portals offering prize items of greater value than the standard set. The exact items available may vary, but a good comparison of recent offerings is posted here. Unfortunately, Portal Upgrades also increase the cost of post-event bonus spins, from 170 to 319 gems.

There have been multiple glitches associated with the Bunny Requests, mostly with items/actions not counting towards a task. For best results, restart your game and open the Request window before attempting any merges, especially for higher-level or hard to get items. Disconnecting from cloud save and then reloading if something goes wrong is also an option (but cloud save always carries some risk).

Update Oct 6: As of version 7.1.1, most, but not all, players have some version of this new feature. However, it appears a small portion of players has been held back from the current release, possibly to serve as a control group similar to what we’ve seen with the Seasons feature. Unfortunately there’s nothing that can be done abo

Hey Pittsburgh! I need a roofer. This old South Hills house of over 50 years is leaking up a storm! Thanks in advance for any help!!

Do your worst!

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

On the other thread, someone asked me to explain what Perth had to offer. I started typing and just couldn't stop. This isn't a complete list and I would even go so far as to say there are things on there that are no longer accurate (do they still do paragliding in the Wheatbelt? They used to -- but I'm getting old). My question to you is; what am I missing? What have I forgotten? What else can we use to sell Perth -- because for one of our own to say "there's nothing TO DO in Perth" quite frankly, is fucking bullshit!

>Boola Bardip, our state museum in the centre of Perth (ie public transport could not be easier) is currently free entry. OK, I've probably started with one of the most boring example for some people, but a lot of people rave about it; continuing on the culture theme though, we have a wide variety of arts & cultural festivals such as Perth International Arts festival, Fringeworld, Perth Writer's festival, Disrupted festival of ideas & Perth Jazz festival just to name a few.

>Many of Perth's actives are very much driven by the climate; across all the suburbs of Perth, you will find everything from golf to rugby to surfing, yachting, pistol & rifle / skeet shooting (an indoor one about 15mins from Perth city centre), your obvious ball sports (netball, basketball, tennis, footy), we have volunteer organisations that rehabilitate wildlife if that's your thing. Every single town council and organisation looking to grow is putting free events on right now; City of Bayswater holds a free concern every 3 months or so in a local park of a variety of styles. The local music scene here in Perth is quite amazing with a greater depth to it than many people imagine. Pretty much every suburb has their own buy/sell/trade, from the Stock Yards in Mundijong to the the Rotary Club markets, well, in every other shopping centre carpark from 6am on a Sunday.

>We have semi-regular beer, wine, chilli, chicken, whatever festivals, we have the Perth Night Markets & the Noodle Markets starting up again soon (weather has obviously been an issue of late, having had our wettest winter since like, the 80's)

>We have the usual localities that you'll find in any city; William St in Northbridge is the gateway to Chinatown, Victoria Park has a Cafe strip that goes for kilometres of different cuisines from Nepalese to Italian, up in Mirrabooka you'll get a lot of South African restaurants, as well as your local community restaurants, your typi

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

And now I’m cannelloni

part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/ryewyt/the_shrieking_isles_the_crash_between_screams/

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/rzym2l/the_shrieking_isles_part_2_unfriendly_waters/

Panic has a tendency too fester. Like an untreated wound, it will spread at an alarming rate. That’s exactly what happened. Me, Chad, and even poor Amy sat stifled in our spots, barely able to breath, let alone try to speak. Darkness had turned to a grey covered dawn, as the smell of morning dew poured into the cave, beckoning everyone to awaken. I distinctly remember Kris trying to snap me out of my trance like state, shaking me and slapping my face. When I came to, Chad was babbling on about the thing in the entrance, barely making any sense, barely speaking between stammers. Amy just balled up at the back of the cave and cried.

It was Dean who first went outside, followed by Darren. Both came back inside with dread painted on their faces. “There’s uh.” Dean hesitated, simply pointing behind him while staring off at nothing.

Darren stepped up, “It’s like some fucked up totem or something. What the hell is this place?” His face was red, fists in a ball. “Was this one of you?” He pointed at me and Chad. “Or maybe it was this fucking nutjob?” now pointing out Amy.

“What the hell are you accusing them of?” Kris barked back, trying to look over Darren and Dean to see what they were on about. Both willingly moved out of the way while everyone clamoured outside to see what the fuss was.

Outside there were three sticks implanted in the ground with fresh heads impaled on each of them, staring at us. All three of the heads were passengers from the plane. Eyes scooped out, tongues pulled out and jaws snapped, leaving the mouth permanently open.

Before we could make sense of what was happening around us, we heard the screeches all around us, like an unholy choir, they echoed from every direction. “It’s that thing. That thing that was standing outside the damn cave!” Chad cried out, backing his lanky self into a corner.

“We need to get out of here.” I whispered to Dean. “Dean, we need to run. Run somewhere. Anywhere.” I remember grabbing hold of him, trying desperately to get his attention. “Kris?” I looked to her, she stood still, baffled. The screams still going on all around us.

It was Harry that broke the stalemate and charged forward, heading in the direction of the beach. For a heavy-set breakfast cook,

Humans are Weird - Blowing Bubbles Animatic

Humans are Weird – The Witching Hour

Original Post: http://www.authorbettyadams.com/bettys-blog/humans-are-weird-witching-hour

“One of the humans is missing.”

Subcommander Grist let out a hiss of annoyance and curled closer to his sleeping partner. If he could just ignore the voice long enough.

“Subcommander,” the voice pressed. “One of the humans is missing.”

Grist gave a low grumble. His traitorous sleep-fellow rolled away from him and kicked lazily at his thigh. The sleep curled talons posed no danger to his skin but it would still leave some bruises if he didn’t moved. He stretched and slipped out from under the thermo-cover. He resolutely ignored whoever had woken him as he stomped over to the shelf that held his torga juice. He flipped the lid off with his lower jaw and shoved his muzzle into the sweet liquid. He took a few blessed moments to swirl the fluid around his teeth. He felt a rear tooth shift and made a mental note to make a dental appointment. He finally took a deep breath, swallowed. And rotated his body to glare at his commander.

“What do you mean that one of the humans is missing?” Grist demanded.

Commander Pulp shifted on his forepaws uneasily and glanced sideways as if he was watching the actual question hovering between them. Why did Pulp think that this issue was Grist’s problem when it was very clearly his offshift. Grist fought back a groan. Pulp was new. As in arrived four days ago with no prior human experience and forty years of command experience new. He was trying not to be a complete ridge-skull at least.

“Grimes was last registered by the sensors in his sleeping situation over an hour ago,” Pulp informed him. “I grew worried as it was his sleep time and followed his scent track to the airlock.”

“Did you ask the other humans?” Grist asked, rubbing a paw over his eyes in an attempt to loosen his scales.

“I did,” Pulp said, then gave a long sigh. “The answer made no sense.”

“What did they say?” Grist asked.

“He always gets twitchy during the witching hour,” Pulp replied, raising his nasal ridges to indicated a direct quote.

“Witching?” Grist ran the word over his teeth as they ambled out of the room and into the hallway.

Pulp was looking at him hopefully but Grist bobbed his snout in confusion. Pulps eyes dimmed in disapp