Hello all, lakeside community are people here racist or discriminating? I just moved here and i am a hispanic male. When i am on walks i feel uncomfortable in the community and some people give me looks because i am a mexican male. Are people here really racist or discriminatory?
Has black and red color. The cases are stackable and come in two sizes: one for 8 minifigures ($8), the other for 16 minifigures ($12).
These are Lego branded cases that are currently temporarily OOS from lego.com.
https://www.lego.com/en-us/product/lego-mf-display-case-16-red-5004892
Use promo code RV8MJV for free shipping without minimum purchase or PMAWDU for purchases over $75.
** It is pointed out in the comments that Lakeside Collections may have pretty poor customer service according to reviews of the site. They do offer PayPal though, which is what I used to purchase some of these cases.
I grew up going to Lakeside and would love to become a member. But, I know you need to be sponsored by a certificate member. How do I go about doing this? Writing a letter and mailing it to all the certificate members is the only way I can think of.
The place looks huge and the parking lot rarely has more than a car or 2 in it.
Wondering how they stay in business with such a large store.
Have any of you ever shopped there?
So, I came across this recent post on the main r/zelda subreddit, asking people to explain why the shark is there, but to give "wrong answers only." I decided to come up with my own head-canon version of why it's down there, and I wanted to share it here.
So first, that creature is actually known as a Gyorg, the Zelda universe's equivalent to a shark (the Majora's Mask creature of the same name is a monstrous variant corrupted with dark magic by Majora). The Lake Scientist ordered a specimen from a foreign land for research and experimentation. Most of his tests ended in abject failure, save for one: when he infused a regular Silver Scale with Gyorg blood, the result was an even more powerful scale that allows the holder to dive deeper than they ever could before. He named it the Golden Scale, and it was one of his proudest creations.
Unfortunately, Gyorgs are difficult to capture and transport, not to mention incredibly expensive (in the ballpark of >20,000 Rupees), and creating the Golden Scale consumed most of the specimen's blood. This made his discovery rather limited in its utility. With no further use for the scale, the Lake Scientist gave it to his former lab assistant and foremost benefactor outside of the Hyrulean Royal Family: the owner of the nearby Fishing Pond. Only one Golden Scale is known to exist in the world.
Having been drained of its blood, the Lake Scientist had to find some other way to make use of the oversized creature in his lab. The skin of a Gyorg proved worthless in every experiment performed, and was too thick to be edible. None of its organs lent themselves to any potions or medicines, and spoiled far too quickly regardless. Left with nothing but a dead, unusable sea creature, he decided to have it taxidermied using skin shed by Lord Jabu-Jabu (i.e. waterproof, unlike cotton or linen). He keeps the specimen behind a metal grate at the bottom of his diving pool for decoration.
I can't seem to find this info anywhere, except a 2 year old reddit post that says they are 20x20 and a post on an unaffiliated site that says 22x20.
Is there any info about anywhere or does anyone know?
Are all campsites the same size from GA to VIP, close, regular, lakeside etc?
We've got 6 people, trying to see where we all fit. Thanks in advance!
i am sitting by the lake
and there are ripples coming
from around the bend, but i
donβt know who is making them.
they are so subtle that i
imagine they must be made
by a gentle cascade of
teardrops into the placid
surface of the water but
i cannot bring myself to
abandon the grassy bank
and investigate.
and i know i would be of
little consolation to
whomever is weeping on
the other side, because i,
too, wish i could cry into
the lake.
but nothing leaves my eyes, so i
take up a fallen tree branch
and decide to make it my
quill and etch my heart onto
the glassy slate:
each confession, another
ripple
as i tell the lake about the
abdolmalekian poem
i read the other day, that
chΔ«zΔ« dar Δ«n qafas-e-
xΔli hast, but how do i
know what thing is left in my
birdcage without flying to
tehran to interrogate
him myself?
and i tell the lake that i
hope whateverβs in my cage
can be loved by somebody,
because i think iβve been in
love, but i donβt remember
if i was taught what love is.
i tell the lake i want to
baptize myself in its depths,
but iβm worried Iβm unclean,
so iβll subject myself to
an ordeal by water and
let it be the arbiter
of whether my persianβs good,
of whether iβve been in love,
of whether i am sacred
and worthy of more than silt,
or whether i am beyond
absolution and ought to
be bashed against the rocks and
turned into some detritus.
i tell the lake that i wish
it would please just respond for
once and have i not given
it enough to love me for,
but it grants me only a
ripple,
and i jab my penβmy branchβ
helplessly into the lake,
watching as my confessions
intersect meaninglessly
with the lachrymose ripples
from the other side until
the first breeze of the hour blows,
shattering everything and
birthing waves, so now i canβt
even drown myself in peaceβ
why is my face so damn wet?
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