Disclaimer: My taste might just be trash.
I had been lead to believe that this movie was going to be absolutely horrible, and I thought it was pretty fun and inventive. A lot of the set pieces and visuals were interesting and enjoyable to watch. There were very flawed moments in there (he's able to find his one pair of invisible clothes far too easily, the train escape feels far too convenient, the pretending to be Indian is....not a part that aged well) but it's definitely not this horrible movie I was lead to believe it was.
I am not sure why I decided to share my story – or more accurately my truth. Maybe I’d like to believe that this will help someone struggling on this path of life. Or maybe I’ve decided to share in hopes you will have empathy for someone like me.
I have gone through life so far pretending everything is okay, but deep down inside I know I am slowing splintering apart, and will whittle away into pure dust if I don’t share my truth.
Names or places does not really matter, because I think when you read this, if you are the woman like me, the only person that will come to mind is – you.
Let me make this very clear now. This isn’t written for the woman (or anyone )who is purely a narcissistic individual, and cheats with no remorse. This truth is for the woman who loves or loved her husband and now carries the burdens and shame of her deeds. If you are this woman, I caution you my truth is not pretty. I make no guarantees you will have some “ah-ha” moment that will give clarity in life. I just want you to know you are not alone. And for anyone else reading this, I hope this adds a little clarity, empathy, and understanding for those who don’t always get it right.
04/17/2019 – Current
Specifics of what came before this date, I cannot recall exactly. I only know I want to lash out, scream, cry and allow myself to fall apart, to disappear. I do not mean I want to die, but rather just not exist, to be absent of thought and feel absolutely nothing. Is that the same thing as being dead? In the midst of last night’s fight, I knew I needed an outlet and feel writing is the only dignified way. It is my only feeling of expression that I feel I have left. The constant arguments leave me drained; mind, body and soul. I feel the darkness creeping in and I am being plunged into a dark hole and light steadily fading away as I fall deeper in.
God, are you listening, do you see my light dying?
I am clawing to hold onto what good I have left in me, but I think I am ripping apart whatever is left. I need an escape. However, I no longer want to subject myself to a false freedom. I have named this journal entry, ‘memoir of an unfaithful wife’ for a reason. And I think the more I write, the more you will understand. At least I hope you do. To begin, one thought or rather word continues to play over and over again in my mind.. Freedom.
By definition: Free*dom Noun – the power or right to act, speak, think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Thinking has become my o
... keep reading on reddit ➡A few months ago I played in a fairly large tournament, and my most memorable opponent was a guy who played an awesome ug midrange/ramp brew complete with [[Energy Tap]] and [[Ulamog's Crusher]]. r/Pauper, I'd like your help make a deck of this style.
Having mostly only played control decks in pauper, I'm looking to finally branch out with something different (even if its only a pipe-meme.)
The basic idea is this:
[[Utopia Sprawl]]
[[Coiling Oracle]]
[[Energy Tap]]
[[Ulamog's Crusher]]
and it might be possible to even play a few [[Scornful Egotist]]
While it will rarely happen, it would be cool using the egotist to pop out a crusher on turn 3!
To be honest, I beat the poor sap so badly with land destruction that he didn't really get to do anything. But his record at the end of the day was 4-1, so I guess he did something right.
Zlatko Dalic is not surprised by the fallout to the Portuguese being snubbed for a top UEFA award, with a global superstar only concerned with himself
Cristiano Ronaldo has seen his attitude slammed by Zlatko Dalic, with the Croatia boss claiming that the Portuguese is an “egotist and I’d never want him in my team”.
The five-time Ballon d’Or winner has been hitting the headlines again after being overlooked by UEFA for their Player of the Year award.
That prize went to his former Real Madrid team-mate Luka Modric, much to the disgust of the Juventus forward’s agent and close family .
Dalic is not surprised to see Ronaldo expressing his anger at missing out on another major honour, with the 33-year-old having only ever been concerned with furthering himself.
Article continues below A man who led Croatia to the 2018 World Cup final told Sportske novosti : "Ronaldo not attending the UEFA ceremony and those comments about Luka winning it... it is not worthy of my comment!
“It only proves what I keep saying: Ronaldo is an egotist and I'd never want him in my team!
“He is the kind of player that only thinks 'no matter if we lose, the only thing that matters is that I score a goal!’.”
While Dalic is not a fan of Ronaldo, he is delighted to have seen Modric’s efforts acknowledged on the back of a stunning 2017-18 campaign for club and country .
Luka Modric 2018 World Cup
He added: "Luka Modric is a great player and person and all of the fame and glory, titles with Real, didn't change him at all.
“He's gone through things the hard way, but that’s the way every player should go, not leave the Croatian league at age of 18.
“It would have been too early for him to retire [from international duty], he should be at his peak at Euro 2020.”
While expecting Modric to remain part of his plans for the foreseeable future, Dalic has seen Juventus striker Mario Mandzukic rule himself out of contention .
He said of the 32-year-old’s decision to walk away from international football: "Mandzukic called me one evening and we chatted for a long time about this and that... and the next morning he calls me again!? So I think 'Why is he calling me now, we spoke last night?!'
“It is then that he announced his decision to quit. Can you imagine, such a fighter, warrior, and he didn't have the strength to tell me he will not play for Croatia anymore? That’s how hard it was for him.”
“I think the evil hiding in the dark has always existed. It seems like they’ve come forward in recent decades. Maybe it’s technology and the explosion of population, or maybe it’s something else. Maybe they’ve been unleashed...” -E
What I’m about to share is 100% true and a vital part of the fight against the “neph” and other creatures. You deserve to know that there are elements within the government that are fighting for you. You also deserve to know that small elements within the government are working against you. Will you be ready to fight?
Day 2 in Afghanistan-2009
I dreamt the most vivid and lucid dream the night after we killed the beast. I was dead, standing in some unnatural place. It was pitch black, stretching for an eternity. The only light in this place imminated from my body. I felt like I was floating, like my body did not physically exist.
I ran in every direction, screaming for help, never seeing another soul or light. I finally gave up, sitting down, ready to spend eternity in isolation.
I suddenly began to sense the same fear and despair that I felt in the presence of the giant we had killed. “Please God, no,” I thought. On cue, the giant walked out of the darkness. It looked the same, but it’s eyes were now yellow, with red pupils. It bent down to look me in the eyes, licking its lips, and giving me a look of disgust. It said “You sent me to this place... you and your filthy God. Now that you’re here, I will make you pay for eternity.”
As Its hand was inches from snatching me up, I saw a flash of light dart between us. I shot upward, hearing the beast yell a gutteral cry of agony.
I was suddenly back in my bed, drenched in sweat, feeling like I’d just gone somewhere I should not have been.
Vasquez, asleep in the other room, awoke to the sound of freedom being delivered at Mach 2. The shipping container I’m in rattles so hard that my gear falls off the hooks on the wall. Bagram is one
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The exchange is one of the most poignant episodes from the famous Italian war memoir "Un anno sull'Altipiano" by Emilio Lussu ("A Year on the High Plateau" in English). You can read the full book in Italian here.
One of the high points of the book is a suicidal charge over no man's land in which the author takes part. It culminates with this excerpt (p. 98), which I tried to translate:
>The battalion was to attack on a front of 250-300 meters. But the depression of the ground had involuntarily pushed us, as we advanced, towards the same strip of land in front of the trenches, only about fifty meters wide. The machine guns could no longer hit us, but we offered the standing shooters a compact target. The remnants of the battalion were all piled up there. Against us they shot at point-blank range.
>Suddenly, the Austrians stopped shooting. I saw those in front of us, with their eyes wide open and with an expression of terror almost as if they, and not us, were under fire. One of them, who was without a rifle, cried out in Italian:
>- Enough! Enough!
>- Enough! - repeated the others, from the trench parapets. The one with no weapon seemed to me to be a chaplain. - Enough! Brave soldiers. Don't let yourselves be slaughtered like that.
>We stopped for a moment. We didn't shoot, they didn't shoot. (...)
This episode was depicted (although with different dialogues and outcome) in the movie 'Uomini Contro' (1970), somewhat based on the book. You can see the specific scene here.
I saw it years ago and young me was very moved by it, but most of what I've since learned about WW1 goes against the picture the book and the movie depict, so I became doubtful.
Important note: I realise it's very hard to prove that some specific episode didn't happen. I didn't have space in the title to frame my question differently, but I would like to clarify what I meant.
I'm mostly curious to know if, when looking at the context of this literary work and what we know of the Italian front, is it plausible that episodes like this really happened. Or if, on the contrary, it's likely to be an embellishment on the part of an author with a clear anti-war agenda. I would be very glad to learn if it actually happened if that is possible, but I'm not necessarily looking for an absolute answer.
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Often, I found myself considering that I might be the greatest champion of Okran's Holy Will yet living. The Paladin's are bound by their oaths and serve with their lives, true, but they do not dare as I have dared. They cower beneath Okran's protection, rarely daring to venture forth and extend the loving hand of knowing guidance of Okran to the ignorant humans and beasts alike.
But I was different.
I, having found shelter from the winds and sands under Okran's loving gaze, having gained strength serving His cities, looked upon a world bereft of His guidance and knew what must be done. What I must do, having once suffered as a beast would, bereft of His guidance. So I rallied my band of farmers. I armed them, I trained them, and together we set forth to spread His word to all who live.
For years, I spread the word of Okran to the masses, culling those who profaned His name and venturing into lands that have not seen a paladin in centuries to do so. Skeletons reduced to mere training instruments, caged in one of the many outposts I fashioned to reeducate those who could be saved and serve as beacons of Okran's might. So it was that I heard whispers of a place called the Deadlands, a land so cursed by Narko that the very rain burns as fire, the ground soaked in it for years, completely inhospitable to life. But not to a Skeleton, abominations that they are.
So I set forth. I expected to find a small band of skeletons, perhaps a hut or two, but know this, dear reader, this was no mere band. This was a city, nay, an army not two days from the closest holy farm! I brought forth a reckoning and demonstration of Okran's holy might the likes of which are written into song. Their "Black Desert City" and "Scrapyard" alike scoured, every moving bit of steel shattered.
Yet I was not victorious.
Where once I had a full 75 men of Okran to deliver judgement, there were but three still fit for combat, and another dozen breathing through broken bodies. For this campaign I stripped every outpost, summoned every man, and in this campaign all that I had built was cast to dust. Yet I could consider this a victory, having saved the lands of Okran from the skeleton army building on their very doorstep, were it not for what I found next.
The Broken Ones.
I will admit to being unsteady. The skeletons being what they are, there was no food to be had even after co
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Having returned from my mission in summer of 2000, I immediately set to work on my next goal/checklist item. Get Married. I found an amazing young woman (18) at Ricks College while finishing up my associates degree who I dated through the school year. BYU-I had not been announced yet and so the plan was to finish my degree, get married, and transfer to BYU to further my education.
Everything was going great right up until my GF prayed to know if she should get married to me. By all accounts we were madly in love, perfect for each other, and both wanted a future together. We both believed that we should verify this with the holy spirit. So we decided to pray and fast. I came back with a yes answer and she came back with a "spirit is telling me not to get married at this time". There was no arguing with the spirit. Her feelings during that fasting and prayer trumped all. So after a summer of dating/fighting/wondering we broke up and I moved on to provo and she stayed at what was now BYU-I.
I moved to Provo with a broken heart, but determined to move forward and meet and date new girls and write our future together. I was troubled that my righteous desires and fondest wishes of the heart were not granted as my PB said they would be. As anybody knows when you go through a serious breakup, you become a serious basketcase for a minute and you sometimes outwardly reflect that in your actions with people. Try as I might, I could not get into dating in Provo because my heart was somewhere else. Girls saw me for what I was (an emotional wreck) and ran far far away. I slipped further and further into depression and my work and grades were suffering as well.
During this time my roommate was a full blown apostate. He had a coffee maker, came home drunk, and more than a few times I heard him and his girlfriend having sex thinking I was asleep. One time I came out of the shower to find his girlfriend in the room asking to see me naked. Like Joseph of Egypt I fled the room as fast as I could. Despite my repeated calls to bring him to repentance he refused and I became more depressed because I was living in a world I was not comfortable with. (To my credit, I never turned him in to honor code office, even as a TBM I knew the HCO was bullshit).
So 9-11 happened and I posted elsewhere about the D&C professor who told us that his class was more important than anything happening in the world and made us all take a popquiz that day and those w
... keep reading on reddit ➡Greetings! I write this memoir, dated November 27th, cycle 234. After a 28-cycle-long career founding the Pooky Consortium, I feel it is time for my story to come to a close, as I retire from the life of exploration to live on one of my colonies, New Valhalla 2, a humble tundra world, where I am reviving large quantities of people from cryosleep, welcoming them into their new winter-wonderland home filled with geothermal hot springs and genetically-engineered water-nymphs... and eating unwholesome quantities of lobster.
Indeed, the time has come for me to leave excitement to the next generation ((cough cough, look into installing mods, find out what this "nexerelin" one people recommend is all about, and start a fresh run with my descendant - hopefully finding a mod that allows me to adjust the start to fit this accordingly - recommendations welcome)). But before I pass into the pages of history, I would like to share some of my experience regarding good governance - specifically things I wish I had known when I started my campaign, but did not ((despite looking at numerous threads and videos)).
- Don't salvage or explore with a full fleet.
When cleaning up after a battle or examining drifting ships, if you do not have room in your fleet for more ships, you will not gain an option to recover ships you find or even a notification there are recoverable ships at all - you will only get salvage options, and if you discover a ship, fill your fleet, and come back, the recovery option will be gone, replaced only with salvage - but will come back if you clear room in your fleet. This is to the extent I discovered a paragon and nearly scrapped it, as the option to recover it did not display to me.
- When settling a system, consider the location of the inner system jump point
An inner-system jump point was in close orbit around an orange giant - I believed this insignificant, until discovering the star's corona was blocking fleets not under my direct control from entering it. They would not emergency burn, transverse jump, or go to another jump point - they simply sat at the corona trying to get into the jump point indefinitely. This traffic jam steadily grew over the course of a year - and did not dissipate with me going to another system for several months and coming back later - causing me to return to see eleven fleets, a mix of my own faction and independent convoys, stuck in a space-traffic-jam. I invested months attempting to remove or chase them awa
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