Daily Modifiers

Vanguard

• Heavyweight: Power weapons deal more damage, and more ammo is available.
• Solar Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Solar damage.
• Stasis Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Stasis damage.
• Arc Threat: 25% increase to incoming Arc damage.
• Power Level Disabled: Combatant difficulty is set at a fixed level.

Dares of Eternity

• Durandal's Edge: When you're holding a Sword, damage from nearby combatants is reduced.

Salvage

• Arc Threat: 25% increase to incoming Arc damage.
• Solar Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Solar damage.
• Stasis Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Stasis damage.

Deep Dives

• Deep Dive Rules: Successfully complete as many randomly chosen timed encounters as you can before being caught by the foes hunting you! Reach the sea floor to turn the tables, turning the hunters into the hunted! Power Level: Player Power levels are fixed. Each depth activates a new modifier for the remainder of the activity and increases all combatant Power levels over player Power levels. Asha's Gifts: Choose one of two random gifts from Asha at each depth to enhance yourself for the remainder of the activity before taking on the Darkness. Wrathful Predator: Final blows on these unique combatants will reward your fireteam additional time on the objective timer. Rewards: Victory at each depth increases the rewards and challenges of the next. Opt in with your entire fireteam to trigger Pressure Trial versions of activities for even greater rewards!
• Join In Progress Disabled: Your fireteam cannot be joined while in an activity. Return to orbit to add fireteam members.
• Togetherness: Base health regeneration is reduced. If a player is near another ally, health regeneration is improved above normal. Activates immediately.
• Famine: All ammunition drops are significantly reduced. Activates at the Midnight depth.
• Classified: Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

Seasonal

Legend/Master Lost Sector

Exotic armor drop (if solo): Legs

Chamber of Starlight: Legend

• Legend Difficulty: Locked Equipment, Extra Shields
• Champions: [Disruption] Overload, [Stagger] Unstoppable
• Threat: [Solar] Solar
• Shields: [Solar] Solar, [Void] Void
• Modifiers: Epitaph

Chamber of Starlight: Master

• Legend Difficulty: Locked Equipment, Extra Shields
• Champions: [Disruption] Overload, [Stagger] Unstoppable
• Threat: [Solar] Solar
• Shields: [Solar] Solar, [Void] Void
• Modifiers: Epitaph

Neomuna

Terminal Overload: Zephyr Concourse

• Weapon: Circular Logic (Machine Gun)

Misc

• The Wellspring: Defend Weapon: Tarnation (Grenade Launcher)
• Altars of Sorrow Weapon: Blasphemer (Shotgun)

Guns & Materials

Banshee's Featured Weapons

Name	Type	Column 1	Column 2	Column 3	Column 4
Scathelocke	Kinetic Auto Rifle	Corkscrew Rifling // Hammer-Forged Rifling	Appended Mag // Alloy Magazine	Tunnel Vision	Multikill Clip
Nezarec's Whisper	Energy Glaive	Low-Impedance Windings // Auxiliary Reserves	Extended Mag // Accurized Rounds	Impulse Amplifier	Adaptive Munitions
Combined Action	Energy Hand Cannon	Fluted Barrel // Polygonal Rifling	Extended Mag // Flared Magwell	Tunnel Vision	Kill Clip
Taipan-4fr	Heavy Linear Fusion Rifle	Corkscrew Rifling // Full Bore	Liquid Coils // Particle Repeater	Compulsive Reloader	Frenzy
Glissando-47	Kinetic Scout Rifle	Arrowhead Brake // Full Bore	Appended Mag // High-Caliber Rounds	Keep Away	Cascade Point

Perks re-roll at midnight UTC, so check his inventory twice per day!
Note: Fixed perks on weapons are not displayed

Master Rahool's Material Exchange

• Purchase Glimmer (10000 for 10 Legendary Shards)
• Purchase Glimmer (10000 for 10 Dark Fragment)
• Purchase Glimmer (10000 for 10 Phantasmal Fragment)
• Purchase Glimmer (10000 for 25 Herealways Piece)
• Enhancement Prism (1 for 10 Enhancement Core & 10000 Glimmer)
• Ascendant Shard (1 for 10 Enhancement Prism & 50000 Glimmer)

Bounties

Commander Zavala, Vanguard

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Horseshoes and Hand Grenades	Defeat combatants with grenades. Defeating them in Vanguard playlists grants additional progress.	20 [Grenade] Grenade	XP+
From Downtown	Defeat multiple combatants at a time with your Super.	2 Multikills	XP+
Lightning Raid	Defeat combatants in Vanguard playlists with Arc abilities. Defeating jolted or blinded combatants grants additional progress.	50 [Arc] Arc ability	XP+
Finish Them	Defeat combatants with your finisher in Vanguard playlists.	5 Finisher	XP+

Lord Shaxx, Crucible

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Coordinated Fire	Defeat opponents while assisting or assisted by one or more teammates.	5 Opponents defeated	XP+
Blinding Light	Defeat combatants blinded by Arc.	6 [Arc] Arc blind	XP+
Feedback Loop	Generate Orbs of Power by using abilities.	3 Orbs of Power	XP+
Full Control	In Control, complete matches.	1 Crucible matches	XP+

Saint-14, Trials of Osiris

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Several Punch Team	As a fireteam, defeat opponents using melee final blows in Trials of Osiris.	5 [Melee] Melee	XP+
Trials Triplet	As a fireteam, defeat opponents using Pulse Rifle final blows in Trials of Osiris.	20 [Pulse Rifle] Pulse Rifle	XP+
Blundertrust	As a fireteam, defeat opponents using Shotgun final blows in Trials of Osiris.	15 [Shotgun] Shotgun	XP+
Slow Burn	As a fireteam, defeat opponents with Solar weapon final blows in Trials of Osiris.	20 [Solar] Solar weapon	XP+

The Drifter, Gambit

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Envoy While It Lasts	Defeat Primeval envoys during Gambit matches.	2 Envoys	XP+
Final Ploy	Defeat combatants with finisher final blows.	5 Finisher	XP+
Blind Spot	Defeat Arc blinded targets in Gambit. Defeating Guardians grants more progress.	30 [Arc] Arc blind	XP+
Evanescent Emptiness	Defeat targets in Gambit by making them volatile with Void. Defeating Guardians grants more progress.	30 [Void] Void volatility	XP+

Banshee-44, Gunsmith

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Auto Rifle Calibration	Calibrate Auto Rifles against any target. Earn bonus progress with precision final blows and against opposing Guardians.	100 [Auto Rifle] Auto Rifle	XP+ & Enhancement Core & Gunsmith Rank Progress
Heavy Grenade Calibration	Calibrate Grenade Launchers that use Heavy ammo against any target. Opposing Guardians and rapidly defeated targets grant the most efficient progress.	100 [Grenade Launcher] Grenade Launcher	XP+ & Enhancement Core & Gunsmith Rank Progress
Glaive Calibration	Calibrate Glaives against any target. Rapidly defeating targets and defeating Guardians grants additional progress.	100 [Glaive] Glaive	XP+ & Enhancement Core & Gunsmith Rank Progress
Kinetic Calibration	Calibrate Kinetic weapons against any target. Earn bonus progress with precision and against opposing Guardians.	100 Kinetic weapon	XP+ & Enhancement Core & Gunsmith Rank Progress

Nimbus, Neomuna

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Cryogenic Hardening	In Neomuna, defeat combatants affected by Stasis. Vex combatants grant additional progress.	60 [Stasis] Stasis	XP+ & 50 Neomuna Rank
Finish Majeure	In Neomuna, defeat combatants with finishers. Powerful combatants grant additional progress.	10 Finisher	XP+ & 50 Neomuna Rank
Flawless Dance	In a single life, defeat combatants in Neomuna using Sidearms, Submachine Guns, Shotguns, or Swords.	20 Targets	XP+ & 50 Neomuna Rank
Top Speed Stunts	In Terminal Overload, rapidly defeat combatants in groups of 2 or more.	40 Rapidly defeated	1 Terminal Overload Key & 50 Neomuna Rank & XP+

Sonar Station, H.E.L.M.

Name	Description	Requirement	Reward
Rig Shift	Complete jobs in Salvage.	2 Salvage objectives	XP+
Deep Trouble: Fallen	Defeat Fallen. Fallen defeated in Salvage and Deep Dive award bonus progress.	100 Fallen	XP+
Precise Aquanaut	Defeat targets with precision final blows. Defeated Guardians or combatants defeated in Salvage or Deep Dive award bonus progress.	100 [Headshot] Precision	XP+
Fires in the Deep	Defeat targets with Solar or Strand damage. Melee abilities award bonus progress, as well as defeating Guardians or defeating combatants in Salvage or Deep Dive.	100 Progress	XP+

Short version: she keeps her cluttered boxes in the work station upstairs and it’s such an unpleasant sight!
Long version (I do apologize but this was the catalyst): Today I had a go at the one flatmate I share a bathroom with. We were out of toilet roll for 1.5 days and I was working from home, so I hoped she'd get it. I did order some online with my grocery shop which were delivered today.
Anyways, this morning before my delivery I noticed that there was a full roll in the toilet. Then it disappeared following my run. I put 4 rolls in the toilet and messaged her asking that we purchase this on a rotational basis. I was met with a message saying that she always buys loo roll and she always cleans the bathroom.
I decided to go directly and speak with her to clarify what she meant. Given at this point I was abit heated. I was confused as to why she said she always buys loo roll when our other flatmate downstairs had a loo roll subscription that supplied us with enough since September. Neither one of us have ever had to buy loo roll since then. With regards to cleaning, this girl is delusional. She only cleans when her partner visits. Her room is a tip, you cannot see the floor, her section of the bathroom is filled with mold inc the toothbrush and toothpaste. She leaves her razor near the shower which falls often and when I try to put it back it's filled with black mold. I highlighted this to her and explained it's difficult for me to take her argument about her being clean given no other part of her living is clean.
She also flooded the bathroom a few months ago which she argued couldn't have been her fault she only takes 2 minute long showers.
I then highlighted that she keeps tons of cardboard boxes in the communal area and I want them moved. They are at least 40 boxes just sitting here outside of my room. Granted I thought she didn't have much space in her room, I didn't complain. However since she's so concerned about cleanliness I have requested she removes them within a month. If not done, I will send a reminder and after I will personally put them in her room or in a black bag and put it outside.

I live in Colorado and we have been having rain nearly every day for a month. Problem is I was out of town for the past 2.5-3 weeks and seems like some mud/water got in. It’s only like a slight coating-1/4 inch over the floor most places, probably 1.5 inches at the highest of mud residue. Probably 12x6 foot area of the basement. Cement floors. I’ve been using a paint scrapeputty knife to get it up and it’s taking forever. What’s the best route I can take to clean it up/prevent mold etc.

We are looking at filling the joists with Rockwools safe and sound insulation and then covering it up with 5/8th sheetrock. Is there anything more we can do?

In a 2 qb league is the consensus that Arich should be taken before Young? I feel like Richardson has a massive cieling but also a low floor. Young feels like a guy guaranteed to be successful in the NFL but just doesn't have that rushing upside.
Richardson with the generational athleticism, and Bryce Young with the generational ability to read to field. Who should be the first QB off the board in rookie drafts?

Hi,
I've installed a bunch of Sunnata Dimmers and have zero issues with all my fixtures except for one.
I have a Vibia Flat 5915 that keeps flickering when I try to dim it and I can't seem to fix it.
https://vibia.com/en/int/ceiling-lamps-flat-ceiling
The fixture specs are:

• LED PLATE 13,5W 700mA
• Constant Current 700
• 110~240 V 50~60 Hz

In load type I have it configured as LED Reverse Phase and I've tried adjusting the low and high-end trim and device brightness with no success.
Any ideas of how I can get it to work?
Thank you

Hey guys, I'm looking for the highest velocity/cfm plastic pedestal fans. I have a cat and plan on having more pets in the future, so I'd rather get a plastic fan for safety concerns.
However, every plastic pedestal fan I have ever used has an oddly low cfm/velocity rating even if they advertise otherwise when compared to metal pedestal models in my experience. The best I've used high cfm/velocity plastic fan wise are plastic box fans like the classic Wind Machine. Unfortunately, I'd prefer a plastic pedestal fan as my bed is rather high up.
Any recommendations for plastic pedestal fans with high cfm ratings or perhaps even methods for obtaining cfm/velocity ratings would be appreciated! Cfm/velocity specs never seem to be available on plastic pedestal fan product pages like with Lasko and other plastic fan brands on Amazon for example.
Thank you so much guys!
EDIT: Also an oscillating fan is a must please! :) I'd also love to know if you have any takes on which brands and models of plastic pedestal fans last the longest!

(This ended up being longer than I anticipated, but when I went back to find quotes there was just...so much more than I remembered there being. And I still ended up cutting out a lot.)
A while ago, I read Trailer Trash by Marie Sexton and I loved it. It’s not a perfect book (I don’t want or need to read about homophobic violence for a story to feel “real” so it’s something I try to avoid), but it was perfect for me at the time I read it. I decided to search for other books by the author, and One Man’s Trash immediately stood out to me. Trailer Trash, One Man’s Trash, it seemed like a good omen. And I really liked it! It was a lot more flawed, however. I found the characters and plot a little frustrating at times, but that’s normal with a more grown up kind of story. But I had some reservations, and what really pinged my “this might be some bullshit” radar was this particular section:

“But it’s just like being part of the LGBT ‘community.’” He made quotation marks with his fingers around the word. “They give a lot of lip service to ‘diversity’ and open-mindedness—and most of them follow through—but there’s always this little, loudmouthed subset telling you how to behave and what to say. It starts out ‘all for one, and one for all,’ but by the end, somebody’s drawing lines in the sand, telling you to choose a side. You can’t be gay or bi or trans if you don’t vote a certain way, act a certain way, follow some ridiculous set of rules. They all want you to be a round little peg in a round fucking hole. They want you to pick a box and a label so they know just where to put you, rather than accepting that we’re all separate, unique people, and that our stories are all valid, no matter whether we fit in the box or not.” He stopped, feeling himself headed into one of the rants that only Phil and Gray or Charlie would have understood. The confusion on Taylor’s face was the response he was accustomed to. He took one more stab at it. “There’s always that pissed-off minority who think their ‘rules’ outweigh your right to live your life.”

I initially brushed it aside. I mean, I’ve known a few people who like to rant about this topic who also have a lot more extreme opinions to go along with it, so it reminded me of those people and it didn’t endear me to the character, but I don’t need to like a character to like the story. As long as it feels real and not like a mouthpiece for the author, you know? But that’s what I found troubling about this kind of sermonizing. I wondered if the author was about to get ahead of herself and make a habit of yanking me out of the story to deliver these rants. Fortunately, it wasn’t an issue. I ended up giving the book a strong 3.5 stars, and I even went back and skim-read it a second time. I found myself intrigued by the rest of the friend group (the aforementioned Phil, Gray, and Charlie) so I decided to read their stories too.
Book 2 in the series, Terms of Service, was somewhat like the first. Good points, bad points, a little less polished than I’d like, but intriguing enough to keep me turning the page. For a while at least. Because – you guessed it – this time we get double the amount of ranting in the form of a crotchety senior citizen who’s taking his turn serving as the author’s mouthpiece. He really badly wants to tell us how people need to take responsibility for their medical bills, and all about the problem with medicine today. He’s a nonagenarian with dementia, but thankfully he’s sharp enough at this point in time to really give us a sermon. One of the characters offers a token protest, but that’s just so the author can have an opportunity to rant some more.

“I’m not sure it’s that simple,” he said to Pops.
“Bah!” Pops gave another wave as if to send him on his way. “Of course it is. You get a doctor’s office on every corner instead of a Starbucks, suddenly they’d have to compete for our business. ‘Buy a pap smear, get a mammogram for free!’ That kind of thing. Suddenly, accepting a plate of cookies or a dozen fresh eggs as payment for a blood pressure check doesn’t seem so silly. But nobody talks about lowering the cost of procedures. All they talk about is premiums. Switching the burden of payment from the individual to the government

It’s paragraphs of this stuff, but you get the gist. I thought it was blessedly over, but nope, on the way home from their visit, his grandson (one of the MCs) has a fun childhood story for his love interest (would not blame you for skipping this part, but I found the tone so weird that I had to share the bulk of it):

“And then one day, Pops looks at my textbook and realizes I’m reading about the Cuban Missile Crisis. He takes the paper I’m writing on JFK, and he starts reading it, and he’s just shaking his head, saying, ‘no, no, no’”. Phil laughed. “I couldn’t believe it, because I knew the material. I’d read it twice! I knew I had everything right, and I told him so.
“So then he starts telling all the stuff that isn’t the text book. Like how JFK was under the care of the original Doctor Feelgood, who’d been in the White House that evening, giving Kennedy one of his famous ‘cocktails.’ Then they woke Kennedy in the middle of the night and hauled his ass into this emergency meeting about Russia putting nukes in Cuba. Pops had a book that contained a transcript of that meeting, and reading it, you can tell Kennedy’s so fucking high, he has no real idea what’s going on. At one point, he says something like, ‘Why would Russia do that? That’d be like us putting nukes in Turkey.’ And there’s a pause, and then one of the other people in the room says, ‘We did, sir.’”
They stopped at a red light, and it seemed to make Phil’s stream of words stop too, although this time, he was smiling. “It’s weird, because I’ve looked for that transcript more recently, and it doesn’t come up in a Google search. I mean, maybe twenty pages deep or something, but it’s buried. The only thing you’ll find is a transcript from the next morning, when he’s more with it.” He shook his head as the light turned green. “Anyway. Next thing I know, Pops is telling me all about JFK’s famous Camp David parties, just him, his political allies, Dr. Feelgood, and a few high-priced call girls. Pops talked for hours about how the lone gunman theory doesn’t make sense, how the Warren Report’s nothing but bullshit. At the time, it floored me. It was like this revelation, that history could be more interesting than just memorizing names and dates. That maybe there was stuff they didn’t want us to know.”

So he writes a report all about his grandpa's conspiracy theories and he gets an F. His mean overbearing father, who apparently is the villain of the story, made him write the report again. I mean, cool. It’s a story from his childhood, not much to see here. But the author doesn’t leave it alone. She really wants to hammer home her message:

“So, he’s kind of a conspiracy theorist?”
Phil practically rolled his eyes. “Have you ever considered how often we use that phrase to dismiss people simply because they disagree with us? I mean, Pops isn’t a moron. He knows the Earth is round. He doesn’t think the moon landing’s a hoax or anything. He reads constantly. He just has a few key things he can’t let go—”
“Like JFK?”
Phil nodded. “Like JFK. But really, he’s pretty reasonable. Now, wait until you meet Gray’s father. He’s a trip. He has two Ph.Ds. Probably the smartest, most intimidating guy I’ve ever met. And yet, he gets brushed off as a ‘conspiracy theorist’ because he questions the status quo.” He laughed. “I dare you to say those two words to his face.”

So deep.
I ended up DNF’ing this one, mostly because it was boring and I didn’t vibe with the couple, but I decided to try book 3 because that particular character had intrigued me the most so far.
I didn’t read the reviews beforehand. Why oh why didn’t I read the reviews beforehand? Because what the fuck was that?
Gray is a cop. Ex-military. And he has a lot of opinions about ~~social justice warriors~~. His love interest, Avery, is a younger man who spends a lot of time on Twitter and Tumblr and is every stereotype stuffed into one convenient straw man. Avery is a masochist and Gray is a sadist, so he's literally just there to get whipped and flogged while Gray rants about the spooky mainstream media. He even takes away Gray’s phone, and he suffers withdrawal like a drug addict, then magically finds himself happier. I mean, sure, okay. We could all probably do with less scrolling. But then he gets his phone back and suddenly turns into a mean and vicious harpy who’s snapping at everyone. Because he’s addicted to outrage, you see. And who doesn’t love an anvil falling from the sky?
If you want to get a feel for Gray, here are some words of wisdom from our Ben Shapiro-wannabe main character:

But the give-and-take, fact-based process of discussion and debate were lost on Avery. When Gray pointed out Avery’s argument resorted to the straw man fallacy, Avery only blinked at him in confusion. When Gray countered one of Avery’s points, Avery had no arguments. He had no logic. As soon as he was challenged, he resorted to name-calling. If Gray disagreed, he was automatically stupid or racist or mansplaining. Never mind that Avery couldn’t ever explain what about Gray’s point was wrong, or what part of it supposedly made him a racist.

I lost it at "He had no logic" fucking hell 😂 I was approaching cringe overload, but I obviously hate myself, because I just couldn’t look away from this gruesome wreck.

“You think you know everything that matters, and anybody who disagrees with you is ignorant or uneducated or a ‘fascist.’ But I’ve seen your tweets and your Tumblr posts and the ridiculous fucking memes you love so much. I’ve seen what you think qualifies as a rational argument, and I have to tell you, it’s neither rational, nor an argument. It’s nothing but self-righteous hot air.”

Hello, Marie? I didn’t realize this was a 3-way call. Kinda thought it was just gonna be me and the characters. It’s just, you’re butting in an awful lot. Can you hang up, please?
Apparently the answer is no, because she’s not done yet. Our main character conveniently meets a black woman who tells him she was shunned by her friends and family because she refused to vote for Hillary.

My husband and I, we talked about it, and we decided we were done voting for the lesser of two evils. My husband said that’s what got us into this mess, and he wasn’t doing it anymore. So we agreed to vote third party. And ever since then, my sister’s refused to speak to me except to attack me. Before that, my husband and I babysat their kids. We took them to Water World or the amusement park. But now she’s decided we’re both white supremacists in disguise. When that article came out online about how it’s okay to punch a Nazi, she sent it to me. She said, ‘Just so you know what to expect if you show up at Christmas.’”
Avery didn’t know what to say. It was absurd. Emily was one of the nicest people he’d ever met. How could anybody call her a Nazi?

FUCKING LOL. Are you kidding me right now? This author bypassed the sock puppet “as a black man” twitter account and just decided to write it into her book. Amazing. Why is this going on for chapter after chapter after chapter? Start a blog or something, I don’t caaaaare.

Robert spoke next, his voice so quiet, Avery barely heard him over the noise of the bar. “Try being a gay Republican.”

Ah, gay Republican, I was wondering if you’d make an appearance. I was expecting a lesbian in a wheelchair who’s all prepared to deliver her treatise on “cancel culture” but I guess you’ll do. So we have a a black woman and a gay man, I guess we're missing a Mexican Trump supporter. No worries, Gray's mother is here to save the day.

“You really voted for Trump?” he asked.
“I didn’t vote for him in the primaries,” she said without embarrassment. “I was horrified when he won. I thought about voting third party, but in the end, I sure didn’t want Hillary to win. So yeah, I voted for him.”
“But how could you?” Avery asked. “You’re a woman! Plus, you’re Latina.”
“I’m third-generation Mexican American. And yes, I’m female. You see those two things and think you know everything you need to know about me? But I suppose you think you’re not racist or sexist.”
It was said with a lightness that told him it more a jest than an accusation, but nevertheless, Avery’s cheeks began to burn.
“Go ahead,” Gray said. “Attack her. Call her a racist or a Nazi or a white supremacist.”
“Gray, stop!” Avery whispered, his cheeks burning hotter.

He also has a climate change-denier for a father, but this is getting long enough.
I just want to know what the author was thinking. Where was the common sense? Where was the self-awareness? Have your beliefs, that's your business, but keep it your business. Why are you shoe-horning them into your romance and ambushing your readers with your shitty “both sides are equally good and bad, really” manifesto, with a cast of literally unbelievable token characters, like that's a completely normal thing to do? That has to be one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen someone do while simultaneously patting themselves on the back. And if her beef is with people who are chronically online, may I just point out that she's sitting at almost 56 THOUSAND tweets right now? So perhaps the call is coming from inside the house, idk.
Anyway, that was my rollercoaster journey with this particular author (is it still a rollercoaster when the lows vastly outnumber highs?) Maybe book 4 is magically tolerable, but I guess I'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Got carried away and went on a ride yesterday that was just over 50KMs. The path was flat for a lot of it but also had some tough hills where I couldn’t stand up on the bike and had to ride on a low gear. Last time I rode a bike was years ago btw.
My knees starting feeling mildly sore at the very beginning. I ignored it because I am used to that from riding as a kid. But I now realise my seat was lower than the ideal height I.e. my feet were not fully on their toes, but half my foot could still touch the floor. I wore tights but they were not super flexible material either. I didn’t drink electrolytes, just water and a brownie (because I started riding after a big breakfast). I feel so stupid now.
Anyway, after the ride I was obviously very sore. By the evening, after I had been sitting down for a while, the region above my knees started getting more painful. I iced them and then went to bed, now I have woken up because they hurt when I move :(
This pain is more intense than the kind I get in the gym if I squat after ages. I actually found it challenging to stand up and go to the bathroom because it was hurting my muscles in the lower thigh portion. Needless to say, my bum also hurts, but not as bad.
Has anyone experienced this? If so, how to recover as smoothly as possible?

Alright so a frequent topic on here is the concept of the mental load of maintaining a home that is stocked, on a schedule, and the management of a never ending to-do list of caregiving. For ourselves and our entire household needs. Whether it’s the needs of our significant other, any kids in the home, any parents staying with us and especially.. our animals.
I’m in my early thirties and over the past decade, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend among the men I dated, socialized with or was in long term live-in relationships with, regarding their dog ownership. Now I live in a place where it seems like everyone owns a dog. There’s easy access to outdoor activities of varying intensity, a slew of dog parks to take your dog to. With a lot of walkable neighborhoods too, it’s not as dense as a place like NYC or Chicago so there’s plenty of homes and rental homes with yards these guys have dogs in.
And I noticed despite the fact that they’d all insist their dog was their best friend and their priority, and even would go as far to say they “treat their dog better than they treated the women they date”.. I saw time and time again that they didn’t have a handle on even the slightest bits of responsibility of owning a dog.
Not one had a real handle on their animals needs whatsoever. Couldn’t tell you when the dog was last taken to the vet. They couldn’t tell you when it was last groomed, or had its nails trimmed. Never bathed or brushed their shedding dogs at home claiming “they didn’t like it” when it’s a snow breed panting in the heat blowing out it’s coat. Would let their dogs nails get so long that the dog was visibly uncomfortable walking on their hardwood floors.
Didn’t have the dog on a daily walking or feeding schedule, just would let them out in the yard or feed them when they felt like it. Didn’t think any of that was important. Would let their dog run out of food and it wouldn’t occur to them to order more until they were truly out and feed them human food to varying degrees of success. Wouldn’t be paying attention to their water bowl levels or keep food garbage managed so the poor thing doesn’t get into something that’ll make it sick. Or coming home to a 5-8 year old dog that is still having accidents in the house because the owner isn’t paying mind or attention to when the dog was last let out or walked before leaving for an evening.
And don’t even get me started on training. “Oh he’s chill he’s just saying hey” as the dog jumps on me and claws breaking skin in 18 inch lines down both legs from the over grown nails. Can’t get the dog to sit and stay for even a second. Can’t get the dog to calmly get on a leash. Brushes off the dogs leash aggression and visible discomfort being out and about. Brushed off the dog snapping or biting strangers.
If it wasn’t like 4-5 different guys who were in their twenties and thirties insisting they were the best dog dad ever, I’d hold my tongue. But I really look back at this as such a significant moment when I realized I would never be able to get one of these men to carry the mental load of ANYTHING when they were actively unable to grasp the need to with the care of another living being already. And that they didn’t see anything wrong with this as it was, that they’d never see anything wrong with the rest of their lack of holding one iota of the mental load of sharing a home together.
Rant over: share your experiences watching grown men thinking they’ve got a handle on a major life responsibility and mental load on something that they absolutely do not.

during intercourse I require a lot of lubricant no matter how aroused I am. Usually during I have to reapply a couple times as it seems to dry up so much. Tried both silicone and water based.
Lately, after intercourse I am sore immediately after because the opening of vagina and a little out is ripped up (trying to think of the best descriptor word). I have tiny cuts. It is always on one side (the left) and not the other. Sometimes even around the clit which is obviously not through penetration.
I have been to the doctor and asked to be tested for yeast inside and out because my pelvic floor phyiso had a similar situation and it was external yeast infection. I have tried different yeast infections products and it doesn’t seem to help and I have no other symptoms for YI of BV.
My doctor gave me a topical antibiotic/steroid but said it can’t go inside the vagina. She said the results were very low staphylococcus aureus but that wouldn’t explain the cuts…
Anyone have this experience or know why this is happening? If it helps my husband is average size. And I don’t have STIs

Preface:
This was the worst experience of my life. I have lost close relatives, been in jail, and dealt with suicidality in my teens, and this is still by far the worst thing I have ever experienced. This is also a moment in my life I look back on with a lot of appreciation for experiencing, I am not sure if I would do it again but I am glad it happened nonetheless.
***Additional context will be provided after the trip.***
The Trip:
07/31/2021
I took a tablet of LSD with my brother. Eventually towards the peak (or maybe at the peak) we decided to smoke weed, so we went out onto his porch and I took a hit out of his bong. The first sign things were going wrong started when the body high I love on LSD, started to be overshadowed by my usual weed body high (which for me was like my limbs falling asleep with full coverage of my body). Once the body high set in I started to feel like my face was contorting into a cylinder that was being pushed forward out of my face in a spiraling motion.
Getting scared I decided to switch locations, so me and my brother went back into his room and tried to bring back the vibes by watching trippy music videos. This wasn’t helping, so I decided that I should try and sleep on the living room couch by myself. This decision sealed my fate, completely unaware I was about to have the worst moment of my life, I left my brother's room.
I went out and laid on the couch. The first thing I noticed was that my body high started to intensify, as if to prevent me from getting comfortable. I started to mentally envision my arms as snakes, because the more I would move to find comfort the less it felt like I was controlling them. This shocked me, so I closed my eyes, and subconsciously thought about my body which started to feel like it was morphing, eventually settling as the shape of a mushroom with my face on the cap (but in a more realistic uncanny valley way so although it sounds funny, it was freaking me out).
I opened my eyes, focusing on the bookshelf in my brother's living room. It looked pretty normal with an okay amount of books, except for a vibrant red colored book. This book stood out to me and I started to feel better when looking at the book, so I fixated on it and tried to calm my mind. The salvation this red book gave me was short lived, as I entered the climax of this experience.
I locked my eyes on this book as this was the first time I had peace since laying on the couch, suddenly my peripheral started to transform. The best way to describe this is that the peripheral became a labyrinth of stairs, the ones where the stairs are all over with no common sense. The surface of these stairs were covered with eyeballs (not sure if they were lifelike or not) and these eyeballs were all looking at me and blinking in synchronization.
Mortified by what I was seeing, I got off the couch and laid on the carpet floor of the living room on my stomach. This is when I started to get very nervous at the idea that I may need to ask my brother to take me to the hospital, causing a very high level of stress and raising my heartbeat. The sound of my beating heart was extremely loud, because I had my ear against the floor as my chest was pressed on the ground.
I started breathing very heavily out of fear, then I heard the sound of synths slowly building and layering over each other, getting more and more grand (most resemblant of the Lucasfilms THX sound). My heartrate rose as the sounds got louder, and I genuinely at this point was not sure if I was having a medical emergency. When it reached the peak of the sound it maintained that level, then I started hearing a voice reverberate all around me.
This voice was very low toned and god-like, it spoke a language that sounded like absolute gibberish completely alien like. Although I couldn't understand what was being communicated verbally I could discern generally through the feeling. It was telling me to slow my breathing, and as I listened my heart started to calm down overall making me feel safer and like I wasn’t going to die. Once I had completely calmed down I decided to head back into my brother's room, because I was sure that my high wasn’t uncontrollable anymore.
Once back in his room I told him I was going to try and sleep in the bed, eventually I realized I was still too high to just fall asleep, but then a good song and music video I liked came on. I changed my mind and decided to try and do what we had planned, which was to get blasted off a tab and watch videos to trip out. The rest of the trip was an amazing acid trip with my brother. It's funny how tripping at times can be like a rollercoaster.
Postface:
***I want to be clear that I think the experience happened because of the weed and my prescribed Bupropion being mixed, causing Serotonin Syndrome during an acid trip. When the experience calmed down, I’m sure that was because I was no longer high off the weed. I am sure if you took enough LSD you could have a similar experience, but for only 1 tab (even accounting that it may have a higher dosage than a tab typically has) I do feel this was either just how my experience of a weed/LSD mix would be, or that Serotonin Syndrome’s hallucinations/delusions symptoms played a part in this disaster.***
Additional Context:
The account of this trip is being written almost 2 years after the actual trip, so take this with a grain of salt. Not every detail is going to be spot on as we typically re-remember things differently every time we recall them, with details changing here and there. At the time of the trip I was 20 and this was my 2nd or 3rd acid trip. The trip took place in my brother's crib. The only people there were me, my brother, my other brother, and his wife. My other brother and his wife had already gone to sleep by the time we took our hits of acid.
I did a lot of research to figure out why things went so wrong with the trip, here is what I learned. I was taking Bupropion (Wellbutrin) prescribed by a psychiatrist for about 2 to 3 years every day at the time of the trip, and continued too, until recently getting off them earlier this year. I noticed since starting Bupropion when I was 18, that smoking weed was no longer enjoyable for me (I am not a heavy smoker btw). I only had 5 instances (give or take) of smoking weed after starting Bupropion, so I just thought It was a case of just having bad highs (I may have formed theories at the time but wasn’t sure it was because of my meds).
Since I’ve looked more into my circumstance, it seems the experience may have been triggered due to an interaction with weed and Bupropion causing something called Serotonin Syndrome. Serotonin syndrome has been reported when bupropion is co-administered with drugs known to be associated with serotonin syndrome, including selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) or serotonin norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors (SNRIs).
From what I found it doesn’t seem like LSD and Bupropion would cause Serotonin Syndrome, and this seems to hold true as every time I have tripped without weed being involved, these experiences seemed typical to LSD. It did however seem like if you smoke weed while on Bupropion it could be more likely to have bad highs, which is what I had always felt after being on Bupropion. This is my general conclusion based on what I found it could be the case, that I never experienced Serotonin Syndrome, and just had a bad high while on LSD which is why I had no control. My reasoning for involving Serotonin Syndrome was that it can be fatal (in relation to feeling like I was dying) and a symptom of Serotonin Syndrome is delusions/hallucinations (which could be why my 1 tab dose got so intense for that short duration).
Thanks for reading.

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