Buy Refrigerator: June 2016

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Is your refrigerator running? Jokes

Well I hope it can beat Hillary Clinton!

Submitted July 01, 2016 at 09:18AM by PoLS_ http://ift.tt/299x8UI Jokes

I made a fuzzy cheese monster in my refrigerator while I was away on business mildlyinteresting

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What's the difference in a refrigerator and a vagina? Jokes

A refrigerator doesn't fart when I pull my meat out.

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Is your refrigerator running? Jokes

Well I hope it can beat Hillary Clinton!

Submitted July 01, 2016 at 09:18AM by PoLS_ http://ift.tt/299x8UI Jokes

I made a fuzzy cheese monster in my refrigerator while I was away on business mildlyinteresting

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One Good Word About One Great Company! exmormon

2 weeks ago i had a problem with my GE refrigerator in Kanata (i am origanlly from Ottawa) i called local appliance repair company, cause i wanted to fix ASAP, however their guy show up after 6 hours and i was so angry about it. How dare you come after so long time and quote me 230$ for not cooling fridge? Are kidding me? The company who served me was SDF Appliance Repair Ottawa and their known for their low cost service around the area. He looked at me and asked me "how much are you willing to pay me" for this type of job? he asked the same question over and over and then i realized that the "real price" should be around $400, and after he show me the invoice book i was in shock. I quickly thank the repair guy and promise myself that next time if i goona have any kind of problem regarding my home appliances, i will call SDF right away.

Submitted July 01, 2016 at 04:32AM by joealenx http://ift.tt/295WTzp exmormon

Affordable and safe Heart Worm medicine. I spend $10 per year lifehacks

Instead of buying heart worm pills, give your dog a small dollop of horse wormer each month. The horse wormer paste has the same ingredients (ivermectin) as the pills but costs about $10 per year. My dog weighs about 100 lbs so I give him an amount equal to a pea. I keep it in the refrigerator and administer once a month

Submitted July 01, 2016 at 04:33AM by 3Suze http://ift.tt/296eITA lifehacks

Free used wine refrigerator - cooler (Greenwich, CT) FreeStuffNYC

Used Wine refrigerator cooler available for immediate pick up. The cabinet cools down, needs thermostat adjustment Must pick up with 2 to 3 persons and a van or a pick up truck

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Affordable and safe Heart Worm medicine. I spend $10 per year lifehacks

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FREE GE REFRIGERATOR W/BOTTOM FREEZER (SCARSDALE) FreeStuffNYC

I have a GE Refrigerator with Bottom Freezer. It is Bisque color. The Freezer works fine. However the refrigerator (top) does not. I have been told that I need an evaporator fan for it and was quoted $325 plus tax. I have elected to get a refrigerato [...]

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What would happen if refrigeration lines were brazed like this? refrigeration

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What would happen in the refrigeration cycle if an intermediary piece of tubing of different diameter is used to connect the lines?

I'm not looking for answers like "why would you do that?". I want to understand how it would affect the operation of the refrigerator.

Submitted July 01, 2016 at 12:03AM by bALLERS_tV http://ift.tt/29ui2Vq refrigeration

Refrigerators should have 3 ice settings: Cubed, crushed, snow cone Showerthoughts

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My Stalker, p2 ongoing LetsNotMeet

WARNING, in this there is animal abuse, blood, attempted kidnapping, impersonation and more in this story.

EDIT: I am getting multiple messages from readers calling me a fake. I am using a voice-to-type program on my Iphone. My good friend of whom I share this account with has explained this in the comments portion of the first thread. I am able to reply to comments because I am not completely blind. Typing long paragraphs is hard for me, though.

This situation i'm writing about is ongoing. It's been ongoing for the last couple years now, at least. I am a severely visually impaired woman of average height with pale skin and brown hair. I'll admit that i'm not the most captivating woman out there, I generally look mousey, a little shabby. I was a pedestrian in an automobile accident. My glasses shattered into my eyes, I had surgery and regained almost 45% of my eyesight in my left eye. I am almost completely blind in my right eye. That being said, my depth perception is messed up.

I have already stated that I am a sort of shabby looking person. This ties into the story, just wait and see.
Continuing on with my story, I’ll get you into scene. I went straight for my couch and paid no mind to how ravaged my house was at the moment. As far as I remember, I crashed very quickly after laying down. I remember waking up feeling sweaty and generally disgusting. I noticed that the far window in my kitchen was open.

I feel like a lot of people describe their living area and themselves on LNM all the time, so I guess I should do the same. My house is two stories, there is a basement and a top floor (which in the story, I am currently on).

You walk into the house and you are met with a makeshift nook where my computer is and a little sitting area is. Once you get out of the nook, you are immediately met with the couch. The kitchen is parallel to the couch and there is a TV mounted on a wall with open doorways dividing the two rooms. From the couch you can see the refrigerator on the right open doorway and on the left one, there is a bare table and a window. This window is the one I was describing as the ‘far window’ because the distance from the couch to the refrigerator is less than from the window to the couch. (I hope this made sense)

When you are out of the TV area and in between the nook, there is a hallway. The hallway hosts a bathroom, my parents' masterbedroom and an extra room. There is also a door leading to the basement; where my room is. There is no windows in my “room” except two small rectangular shaped ones on the foot of the grass, outside. Both were probably about two feet from each other. It was most likely made to air out the basement when the house was originally made.

My room has a closet that is essentially a shower curtain divider attached to the 6th step from the bottom and reaching the closest corner of the room. I had a bar which I installed and put hangers on and a miniature dresser. For reference, it has enough space for two medium-large dogs to hide in without being seen. Also in the room, there is my bed (queen sized) and an old square television that only plays VHS’s, a lamp and a battery powered fan. (I also have an unsorted pile of VHS’s…)

I walked from the TV room, down the hallway and went into the bathroom. I started taking my clothes off and I feel the weight of hurried footsteps originating from my room door and stretching to my kitchen. I put on my clothes, quietly. I wait a few moments until the footsteps are gone and I slowly creep out of my bathroom. I carefully walk into my TV room and see my far window is shut. Of course, I call the police but not without noticing a taped package in the middle of my floor. After waiting for the police for some time, I decided to test fate and open the box. This time, the box seems more bottom heavy. It was visibly taped much more than last time. At the time I didn’t give it much thought. Maybe I thought that it was another dreamcatcher? I don’t know for certain and I don’t want to lie so i’ll just say, I opened the box without thinking. Oh my goodness, was that the wrong way to go. I got the box cutter, made a slit and pulled the box open. I was not prepared for what happened next..

In the box, there was an overfilled bloody plastic bag. Through the plastic I saw bits of fur and tiny bones. The sight of this made me want to throw up. It immediately made me nauseous

Two police officers came and they took my statement.. And my present, checked around but did not find anything else. One of them, a male, told me to be extra safe and another, a female, even offered to help me clean my place up since her buddies trashed the place with their search warrant. I declined and spent the whole day talking to my parents about the situation while fixing my house up. This is what I constitute as animal abuse, if that’s not how you think animal abuse is, I am very sorry for getting your hopes up.

Submitted June 30, 2016 at 09:03PM by Itsaalphonse http://ift.tt/29cDTV5 LetsNotMeet

What's the best thing you've seen somebody write out with refrigerator magnet words? AskReddit

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freezer icemaker leaking? Plumbing

This past weekend we cleaned out the ice basket in the freezer of our Kitchenaid Refrigerator, as there was a solid layer of ice along the bottom that had frozen half the ice into a shallow block/sheet. Once it was cleaned up we set the icemaker to make fresh ice, but for the past 3 days it's been making miniature, anemic versions of it's usual ice (the the curved type). I also noticed the sound of running water briefly instead of the normal ice-making sound, and yesterday I noticed that the floor in the kitchen was wet, yet I didn't put it together until today (already 5 days since we cleaned the ice maker) that the water, which is actually under the lino kitchen tile, was not a spill, but more likely an issue with the ice-maker, which may already have soaked the floor under the fridge itself. so far I've turned off the icemaker. I'll have to get someone to help me pull the fridge out of it's enclosure after work I guess, and hopefully get someone to come out today. If anyone has any suggestions as to any measures or precautions I should take at this point, please let me know. I hope this is the correct place for this type of issue. thank you kindly!

Submitted June 30, 2016 at 08:49PM by olionajudah http://ift.tt/297nWg4 Plumbing

My Stalker, p2 ongoing LetsNotMeet

WARNING, in this there is animal abuse, blood, attempted kidnapping, impersonation and more in this story.

When you are out of the TV area and in between the nook, there is a hallway. The hallway hosts a bathroom and an extra room. There is also a door leading to the basement; where my room is. There is no windows in my “room” except two small rectangular shaped ones on the foot of the grass, outside. Both were probably about two feet from each other. It was most likely made to air out the basement when the house was originally made.

In the box, there was an overfilled bloody plastic bag. Through the plastic I saw bits of fur and tiny bones. The sight of this made me want to throw up. It immediately made me nauseous

Two police officers came and they took my statement.. And my present, checked around but did not find anything else. One of them, a male, told me to be extra safe and another, a female, even offered to help me clean my place up since her buddies trashed the place with their search warrant. I declined and spent the whole day talking to my friend about the situation while fixing my house up.

This is what I constitute as animal abuse, if that’s not how you think animal abuse is, I am very sorry for getting your hopes up.

Submitted June 30, 2016 at 09:03PM by Itsaalphonse http://ift.tt/29cDTV5 LetsNotMeet

Power outage affects my refrigerator from being plugged into original adapter and power socket.(Italy) electricians

So on Monday we had a storm which killed power to our home. After some trouble shooting to turn power back on through the circuit breaker switch, my problem has been narrowed down to my refrigerator being plugged into the wall through a adapter. When I plug my refrigerator into the wall with an adapter, it kills the power into my home. However, when using the same adapter to plug in other electronics (transformer, microwave, etc) it still works. I also tried using a different adapter and the problem still exists.

My landlord is going to come and try to fix but could this now be a wiring problem or do I need a new refrigerator. The same refrigerator works when plugged into an outlet that requires no adapter but it is in a unreasonable place. Seems the storm has messed up the ability to have the fridge plugged into an adapter. Any suggestions? Thanks

Submitted June 30, 2016 at 06:47PM by peter_griffin10 http://ift.tt/2959VSg electricians

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Breakfast Cupcakes recipes

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Ingredients
3 Sheets of Phyllo Dough
6 Eggs
1/2 C Milk
1 tsp Salt
1/2 tsp Pepper
4 Slices of Cooked Bacon (Crumbled)
3- 4 Tbsp Shredded Cheddar
1/4 C Chopped Spinach
2 Tbsp Melted Butter
Instructions
In a bowl whisk together eggs, salt, pepper, and milk.
Then stir in the cooked crumbled bacon, shredded cheddar, and chopped baby spinach.
Place mixture into the refrigerator until crust is ready.
Take the phyllo dough out of the refrigerator. It should have been taken out of the freezer at least 7 to 8 hours prior to making these cupcakes.
Gently unroll the sheets of phyllo dough and take 3 sheets and place them flat on top of the parchment lined table top.
Brush the phyllo sheet with melted butter and then flip and do the other side.
You don’t need to butter the middle sheet.
Once the sheets are buttered grab a cupcake liner and flatten into a circle for your stencil.
Take a sharp knife and cut around the cupcake liner to make phyllo dough circles.
You should get about 9 to 10 cut outs.
Take a cupcake pan and lightly spray with release spray.
Grab your phyllo dough circles and place into cupcake liners.
Gently push dough to the sides so that you have a nice opening for filling.
Once the pan is filled grab the filling.
Stir with a spoon and start pouring into cupcake wells. Pour ½ to ¾ full.
Bake cupcakes at 350° for 15 to 20 minutes.
The eggs will puff up and get nice and light.

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Leaking refrigerator water line Plumbing

I'm new to this sub so sorry in advance for any formatting/posting errors.

My family has had an old refrigerator in our house for the past couple years. The water supply is not currently hooked up to the refrigerator, but the problem is that we are unable to turn off the water supply.

When we first disconnected the refrigerator, we attempted to turn to turn off the water supply but the knob on the piping broke off. As a result, we now just let the water run from the metal tubing into a bucket, which must be emptied multiple times every day.

Using the pictures I've attached, I was wondering if there was a way to turn off this water supply without replacing the whole piping underneath the cabinet as shown in the picture. The pictures show the piping fixture underneath the cabinet. The front portion is where the knob snapped off. The tubing going up and to the right is the water supply. I'm hesitant to turn the bolt on the front because I wasn't sure what it would do the to water flow.

Please let me know if there is anything I can do. Thanks in advance for any and all help.

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Aunt Sue nosleep

Mother. Gone. Father. Gone. They both died during a road trip. Me and my brother survived and our aunt kept us. Her name is Mathilda but she prefers to be called Aunt Sue. I don't know why but she said that our Grandma gave her that nickname. Now, Aunt Sue told us that the outside world was dangerous. So she let us sleep in her basement. She always keeps her clanking snakes hold us in our legs. She said that it will keep us safe from the outside world. She also said that it's necessary for us to wear the clanking snakes so that we can't go outside. She bought us a large TV. Just like when we were with my mom and dad. She also bought us a lot of toys. It was great fun! She also bought and gave us a little cold box. She said that it's called a "Mini-Refrigerator". My brother and I was so happy because she said that we can store our snacks in there. Yay!

But then, winter came. Aunt Sue said that she never experienced anything that is as cold as this winter. She said that we should not be too gluttonous and try to minimize our consumption of the food since she can't get out. Then one winter storm came and the door was blocked. Aunt Sue said that it would take a week before she can get out of the house and buy food. I was worried for my brother. Our food was running out so I did what a good brother should do.

I stole this little thing they call "pin" on the television and stuck it in the lock of the clanking snake. It took me hours but I finally managed to unlock it. I crept up the stairs and was amazed by the size of Aunt She's house! It was big! But I felt something weird. Her house seems familiar. I felt like I've been there before. I searched every room and until I found her room. It was at the end of the corridor.

I unlocked her room and saw her, just sitting there and staring at me. But it wasn't her. It was one of those "dolls". But it was as big as Aunt Sue and it looked a lot like her. It was weird. Then I heard a scream behind me.

"H-How did you get out?!" The voice said. I turned around and saw Aunt Sue looking at me. Horrified that I escaped.

"I-I need some food for Tyler." I murmured. I stepped forward and she backed away.

"No! S-Stay away from me!" She shouted at me "You're a monster! Stay away!"

"B-but... Wh-What about Tyler? He's hungry!" I said. I felt the anger rising inside me.

"No!!! Stay away!" She shouted. I was angry and confused, at the same time. Why is she scared of me? Why? Then I saw why. There was a shiny object on the side of her room and I saw myself on it. My whole face has been burned.

I ran out the room and past her and locked myself in the bathroom. I can hear her trying to call someone. I can't stop it anymore. I can't stop being angry. I grabbed a scissor ofd the counter and went out. She saw me and she stopped dead on her tracks. I ran towards her and stabbed her with the scissor. First in the leg and then in the stomach. She clawed at me and felt searing pain on my right arm. This made me angrier so I stabbed her in the eye. It was funny when I pulled it out. She screamed so I cut off her tongue. Then finally, I stabbed her a lot in the throat. She gurgled and whatever you call it.

Yay! I have food for Tyler now! I found this thing they call the "internet" so I searched how to cook and I cooked Aunt She's meat. I didn't get it on my first try but I was lucky that I got it right the second. So awesome! It tastes so good. Tyler even said that it tastes good. So succulent and juicy and everything. Tasty!

Now, I found this website they call Reddit and found this subreddit where people share their stories. Hello everybody!

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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

I'm fukn done son. teenagers

Fuck life. I'm being pressured into going to college because comedy ain't shit and I should have a real career, or a career to fall back on fuck that shit. That's why most adults never reach their dreams because they fukn get comfortable with their fukn fallback career and never have the guts to go for the dream. If I'm doing this comedy shit I'm going into it full swing no college and a fukn entry level drop will do. My younger sister yells at me and my mom all the fukn time. I live in a 2 bedroom fukn apartment with 7 people and a dog, it's fukn funny because as a kid I thought everyone's house was like this until I went to my white suburban friends home just to see him have his own room the size of my fukn living room and ps4 and redbull refrigerator. FUK me I'm just waiting until I'm 18 and I'm able to move out and commit my life to comedy. I'm not a fukn rich kid like most of r/teenagers so I'll live in a Hollywood motel for $400/month I planned this shit down to the very last drop. If I somehow died tomorrow I wouldn't even care though.

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Boy, 6, killed when refrigerator falls on him sandiego

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Strange shadows: I explored a lumber camp [Part 2] nosleep

Part 1

Okay, something else definitely happened.

Quick summary for those just joining: I’m an Army vet (did 3 years out of high school). My wife, Sarah, died 9 months ago, I quit my soul-sucking job, and my friend Rich offered to let me use his cabin for a few weeks while I figure things out. I went on a hike my second day here, felt a warm breeze like something exhaled on me, saw a shadowy humanoid figure in the trees, and had an uneasy feeling that lasted the rest of the night.

Got it? Good, moving along.

By the time I went to bed that second night, I felt fine. Well, as fine as I could be with Sarah’s death and unemployment looming over my thoughts. The rain storm had knocked a bunch of small branches down around the cabin, so I gathered those up in the morning. They’ll make good firewood. I didn’t go on a hike, as the rain had left a lot of mud, so I spent most of the day reading. I read a few /r/nosleep stories, but fantasy is my escape of choice. I’m reading “The Way of Kings” right now. More of a tome than a book, but really good.

A largely uneventful day, exactly what I needed.

I don’t remember what I dreamt about, but it left me tired. In the middle of the night, I felt the warm, wet breath again and bolted awake. I don’t know if I dreamed it or not, but my face definitely felt warm. I sat for a while. Something was off. It took me a few minutes, but I realized what it was: the world was silent.

I sleep with a window open, because I like fresh air and nature sounds help me sleep. But right then, I didn’t hear anything. No crickets, no owls, no distant snapping of old branches falling, nothing. It was unnerving.

I made sure my Springfield 1911 was sitting on my nightstand, then sat for a while, waiting for the sounds to come back.

I don’t remember how long I stayed awake, but when I woke up the next morning, everything seemed back to normal. Bird chirped, and leaves rustled. I had sausage, eggs and coffee for breakfast. With the smell of hot chow and old wood, I was in my own personal paradise.

Since the skies had cleared, and the ground dried, I figured today would be a perfect day to go explore some of those abandoned buildings. Thankfully, Rich’s Grandfather had an old topo map of the area. It didn’t show the buildings, but from what I remembered I would be able to find them.

The hike took me about two hours, but it was a good two hours. I passed a few small streams, and came across a small herd of deer in a clearing. I was able to get a few pictures before they noticed me and bolted away.

I reached the first group of buildings, the closest one to the cabin. About a dozen buildings made up the overgrown complex. They all had a similar style: lots of wood, with peeling red paint and white trim. I walked around the whole complex before going into any buildings, to get a feel for the place and figure out what it was.

Most the buildings were only one level. Three long, similar buildings ran along the north side, a three story building hugged the hill to the east and a large, warehouse or barn-like building occupied the center of the place. The rest were scattered around.

The background noise of the forest was a little too subdued, but I figured that was because of the buildings. Animals must find them strange.

I found several piles of decayed logs. One side of the complex had a small motor pool, with a few really old pickup trucks. Any decals had long rusted away. I also came across a good number of tools; hammers, saws, chains, that sort of thing. I’m pretty sure the place was an old lumber mill.

I entered the first building, one of the three on the north side. The windows had been broken a long time ago, and the wood floor had decayed. The nasty looking remains of mattresses covered two dozen old wire-frame beds. This must have been a bunkhouse. I found a small office, and two bathrooms, but nothing that interesting.

I skipped the next two bunkhouses, figuring I’d check them towards the end. As I was moving to the next structure, a sudden burst of cold hit me. It felt like a stiff breeze, but when I looked around, none of the plants showed any sign of being disturbed by anything significant. Despite having a good jacket on, I felt chilled to my core.

My heartbeat picked up pace, and the uneasy feelings started to return.

Despite the freak breeze, I decided to keep going.

The next building I entered had been a machine shop. Only a few tools remained, scattered across rusted workbenches. The floor in here was concrete, so despite a fair number of cracks, I had no fear of falling through anywhere. I did find a knife. I mention it, because the knife was really out of place. The rest of the tools were iron or steel, with half-missing wooden handles and cracked leather grips. The blade on this knife looked like it was made out of black glass, something like obsidian but without the wavy edge. This was a straight edge, and the handle was a deep purple, with these strange crimson lines across it like spider webs. I’m not sure what the handle is made out of, but I put it in my backpack. At the very least, it would make an interesting souvenir for the trip.

The next few buildings passed without anything interesting. Through all of them, I tried to find out some clue as to when the site had been abandoned. The pickup trucks looked like they came from around the mid 80’s, but they could have been new, or 15 years old used when they came here.

After two hours or so of exploring, I had only three buildings left. The first was the tallest one, with three floors. The next was a single story building with about the same footprint next to it, and then finally the largest building at the center of the complex.

The tall building turned out to be the offices. I found a few invoices that read “Black River Logging.” dated to 1985. I didn’t see any computers, or fax machines, so either they were taken when the place was abandoned, or those invoices were from the final years, if not the final year of this place.

The office was… unsettling. It looked like the place had been abandoned in a hurry. Papers were scattered about, a few desks had lunch boxes on them, and a few jackets hung on coat hooks. I found a break room and which still had food, very rotten food, inside the refrigerator. A bucket from some local fried chicken place sat on the table, a pile of clean bones inside.

None of the windows that I could see had been broken

For close to thirty years of abandonment, the place was in too good of shape. There should have been more signs of the abandonment than a thick layer of dust, some water damage, and a few sickly plants growing through the floorboards.

I carefully made my way up to the second floor, only to find more of the same: papers scattered, cleaned chicken bones, jackets on coat hangers, and one revolting, but very much present Twinkie.

Inside the building, the ambiance of the forest had died out completely. A pervasive, unnatural, silence filled the whole place. I could only hear my own breathing, and the creaking of the floor under my feet.

Making my way to the third floor, I found a small bathroom, a desk, and a door. The door was locked, so I gave it a few good kicks. Despite being decades old, it held up pretty well. After the deadbolt broke away and the quiet returned, I felt uneasy having made so much noise. Normally, when I go exploring like this, I don’t care so much about making noise, after all, no one is around.

I stepped through the door, and a number of things happened in quick succession.

First, I saw a bleached skeleton, sitting in a worn chair behind a large desk.

Second, in the window behind the desk, I saw a reflection of something behind me.

The shadow figure.

I saw it clearly. This was no trick of the light. A humanoid figure stood right behind me.

Third, before conscious thought even entered into my mind, I had spun around and drawn my 1911. That’s what years of training will do to you.

Fourth, the Shadow was gone, and the room was suddenly very dark. For a split second, I thought maybe the shadow had enveloped me, but I quickly realized no light was coming through the windows of the building.

Pulling out my flashlight, I moved to a window. The moon rose over the mountains in the night sky.

I entered the office building around two in the afternoon. It was now 9 pm. I’m not the quickest guy on the draw, but there is no way it took me seven hours to pull out my gun and turn around. This, more than anything else I’d experienced so far, unnerved the hell out of me.

Turning my flashlight on, the bright light blinded me for a moment. Honestly, I was afraid it wouldn’t work, just so I could fill out my “horror movie cliche bingo card.”

I really did not feel like sticking around much longer, but I also wanted answers before I ran with my tail between my legs.

I quickly scanned the office. The skeleton was gone, and there was writing on a wall, which either hadn’t been there before, or I hadn’t noticed. My first look in the room had been too short for me to say for certain. The writing was... distorted, or something. I recognized a few normal letters and some kind of resembling normal, but most of them were completely unrecognizable. Each letter stood about 2-3 inches tall, and was written in something dark. Cautiously, I touched one the letters, and the ink (or blood, yes I thought of that) flaked off and fell away, as though it had been there for a long while.

I think my initial shock passed at that point, because it suddenly hit me how stupid I was to still be here. I paused long enough to grab a black leather notebook sitting in a half open drawer, and booked it out of there. I didn’t see anything else unusual on my way out of the lumber mill, but then again I was intentionally NOT looking for anything.

I had a really bad feeling about taking the trail back to the cabin, since it wound through the woods, so I ran, following the overgrown dirt road out of the camp, hoping it would meet with an actual road.

After fifteen minutes, the overgrown dirt road reached a well used gravel one.

With the moon bright overhead, the wide road, and my flashlight still working, I felt safe enough to pause and catch my breath. Although was still far from calm, the unease from a few minutes, or I guess hours before had grown.

Luckily, I still had the topo map I took from Rich’s cabin. I oriented myself, and found that sticking to roads would take me about four hours to get back to the cabin.

I glanced back towards the lumber mill, and the trail there which would have me home inside two hours. The consideration lasted only a minute before I shuddered and looked away.

How had I lost seven hours?

Had I been frozen in place for the whole time? Or had I done something that I couldn’t remember?

I’d been following the road for about thirty minutes when a single, bright light and the sound of an engine too big for a motorcycle came up the road behind me. For a moment I considered ducking back into the forest, hoping that the driver hadn’t seen me. Before I could do anything though, red and blue flashing lights joined the headlight. The vehicle slowed, and the headlight dimmed.

I nearly laughed. After the events of the day, having a run-in with the police hardly seemed so bad. I heard a door open and close, and a figure stepped in front of the lights.

“Evening.” a woman’s voice said.

Realizing that I still had my pistol on my hip, I made sure my open-palmed hands were clearly visible, and away from the gun.

“Evening officer.”

“Thanks for the hands.” She chuckled, and her voice sounded a little more relaxed. “What are you carrying?”

“Springfield, Nineteen-eleven.”

“Nice gun. Would you mind pulling the mag? I like to be careful.”

I’ll admit, I hesitated. I’d just seen… something, and lost seven hours of my life. Having seen way too many horror movies, there were good odds that this officer was either a monster, to about to get dragged into the woods while I ran for my life.

But this wasn’t a movie, this was real life, and I’m not stupid enough to get shot by a cop.

“Of course officer.”

I dropped the magazine, but left the round in the chamber. Paranoia, better safe than sorry, call it what you will. I did it. I stepped to the side, so that the lights weren’t directly in my eyes.

The officer, stood about 5 foot 4, with red hair. Her hair reminded me of Sarah; she had red hair too.

“What’s your name?”

“Aaron, Ma’am. Aaron Wells.”

“Deputy Kelly, Sara Kelly.”

Sara, like my wife’s name. I felt a twinge of hurt, of loss.

“Mind if I ask what you’re doing out on this road so late, Aaron? We don’t get too many people out here.”

“I was doing a bit of exploring.”

I briefly considered excluding the lumber mill. Could I get in trouble? Could I trust her? My mind was still a little frazzled from what had happened. I decided to tell her about the camp, but not everything.

“I found the logging camp back there,” I pointed, “while on a hike. Meant to stay for an hour or so, but I guess I let time get away from me.”

Deputy Kelly chuckled, “Done that myself more than a few times in the forest. Never gotten too close to the lumber mill though. I grew up around here, so I heard the stories about the place.”

“Stories?” I asked.

“How about I give you a ride to wherever you’re staying, and I’ll tell you on the way?”

“I’m sure you’ve got a patrol to finish.” I said.

I’m a big guy, 6 foot 2, 230 pounds, and very little of that fat, but I’ll admit I was a little afraid of woman, nearly a foot shorter than me. I had just seen and experienced something freaking strange. I was in flight-or-fight, and had a lot of training kicking in about situational awareness and paranoia.

“Nah, I finished my shift about an hour ago. I heard someone was staying up at the old Brackenhouse cabin. Say, that wouldn’t happen to be you?”

That’s Rich’s last name.

“Guilty.” I smiled, “I’m a friend of the owner’s. He’s letting me stay there for a few weeks.”

“We’ll hop on in. I’ll take you right there.”

If something did go wrong, I still had the one bullet, and a knife. Even without those, I was a weapon in my own right.

“Alright.”

Stepping towards her police SUV, I noticed the massive damage to the right side of the vehicle, which explained the single headlight.

“What happened there?” I was honestly surprised the truck was running, let alone sounding fine. I could see into the engine compartment.

“Hit a deer a while ago. It still runs, and the department is a little strapped for cash, so we haven’t fixed it yet.”

As we drove, Deputy Kelly told me the local legends of the lumber mill. Apparently, the place had actually been pretty profitable, until it was abandoned in ‘85. No one from the local town really knew why, as all the loggers left in a hurry. Since then, ghost stories had arisen about the place: distant voices, glimpses of pale loggers, strange noises, the smell of fresh cut wood. One story interested me a little more. A decade ago, several kids went to explore the camp, and all four of them claimed that they’d lost several hours of time. Two of them have since disappeared.

I didn’t say anything about my own experiences. You all are used to this kind of stuff, but telling a cop I’m seeing shadow figures and having lapses in memory is not a great idea, especially with a gun on my hip.

She also told me about the other two clusters of buildings I’d seen. The one closest to the lumber mill, about a mile from it, is an old mine from the early 1900’s, and the other one is a pair of government buildings. She doesn’t know what they’re for, classified and all that.

I’m back at the cabin. Deputy Kelly dropped me off over an hour ago. I’ve followed a few of your suggestions. I couldn’t find much salt in the cabin, so I just laid a line outside the two doors into the cabin and my bedroom window. I’ll go into town later to get some more. I’m also leaving a few lights on around the house.

I’ve been thinking about /u/Itwalks comment on my first post. I’ve encountered this shadow figure twice now, and it hasn’t hurt me. I did have the time lapse, but I’m not injured, and I feel physically fine. Clearly something very strange is going on, but I’m not entirely convinced this creature is hostile.

The smart choice at this point would be to leave. But I want to know what’s going on, I can’t just leave without some closure, some understanding. I enjoy the unresolved endings in books, but this is my life.

I realize this may not be the safest course, but I feel like I’ve spent too much time staying “safe.” I stuck with that crappy job for years because it was “safe.” Sarah wanted to go on a trip to Europe last year, three months before she died, and I shot it down because it didn’t feel “safe” or comfortable. Plus, it’s not like I have much to lose right now.

Also, I still have that strange knife and the notebook I grabbed from the lumber camp. I’ll take a closer look at those tomorrow.

I’m done with safe. I want answers. I’m going back to the lumber mill, Deputy Kelly said she’d be like to go with me the day after tomorrow. I’ll update you with what I find.

Submitted June 30, 2016 at 03:03AM by rednaX_droL http://ift.tt/2960Mub nosleep

Free Refrigerator (Corona) FreeStuffNYC

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Full-Size Fridge w/ Top Freezer for Ferm Chamber Homebrewing

So my wife would like a place to freeze extra food, and I would like a fermentation chamber. As a compromise, I found a cheap full-size fridge on Craigslist. I'm wondering if it's possible to maintain freezer temperatures cost-effectively.

I was thinking with the temp probe in the fridge section, and the freezer temp set to bone chilling levels of cold, would it be possible to run it off a temperature controller while keeping the top portion below freezing? Or would I need to replace the fan that moves air from the top to the bottom and put that on a controller? Alternatively, I could just run the fridge on its highest temp setting and add a heat wrap to the fermenter(s), I guess. I'm not crazy about this solution, especially as it adds more cost and complexity.

I'm sick of losing serving ability in my keezer every time I need to ferment a beer.

I've searched a little this morning and haven't found a direct answer to this question, though I know I've seen it asked multiple time in one form or another.

Any thoughts from you guys?

[Edit] Current plan is to secure the fridge, and then see about wiring in two STC-1000 temperature controllers. One for the compressor, and one for the fan/duct/mechanism that supplies air to the refrigerator from the freezer. Hopefully this is a sound plan. I don't think I will be able to source wiring diagrams for a fridge this old.

I'll just have to look once I see what model the fridge is.

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 06:24PM by VolsPE http://ift.tt/29cSH6h Homebrewing

RT Podcast - #382 - Answers Thread roosterteeth

Lots of questions on this weeks Podcast... so, naturally, lots of answers on the ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS POSED IN RT PODCAST #382 post. My favorite this week? Probably the population of Scotland one, blew my mind!

Anyway, here are the questions. View, comment, rant, you know the drill.

What is Randy Quaid up to, and is he in Independence Day: Resurgence?
Did Felicia Day say, "Never say yes to anything in the future that you wouldn't do that week" on air?
Amount of bodily fluids on floors?
Why did saber-toothed cats have huge teeth?
Is there an artery in the thumb?
Are veins smaller than arteries, and are veins valved?
Why are veins blue?
Can you see arteries?
Why did the pilot eject at the speed of sound?
What do they call the copilot in a fighter jet?
Is the population of Scotland much lower than England?
What countries are in the boxes around the map of the UK?
Who was the 27th president?
Who was the first king of England?
Camera inside a refrigerator?
Are roaches dirty?
Is the Brexit actually going to happen?
Did they have a breakdown of age of voters for the Brexit?
Can noise canceling headphones block Donald Trump's voice frequency?
How many episodes of Lost were there per season?
Is there a difference in the number or type of bones between men and women?
Third-party repair of iPhone screen bricks phones?
What is the most British word?

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 11:00PM by gafgarian http://ift.tt/29cST5L roosterteeth

Would it be a bad idea to drink this? alcohol

Not entirely sure if it's the right subreddit but I hope you guys can help with this one:

Can pic

According to the label, it's an "aromatized wine-based cocktail"

I just found this at the back of my refrigerator. Keep in mind, it's been sitting there since before its expiration date.

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 10:23PM by djulioo http://ift.tt/290zJKn alcohol

ELI5: I pour a cold drink into a thermos and seal it. I put that thermos into a refrigerator that is colder than the liquid. Will the liquid get colder than it's initial temperature? explainlikeimfive

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Submitted June 29, 2016 at 09:33PM by vancouverotter http://ift.tt/2983Tzj explainlikeimfive

Buddy Ryan (quote from playbook) - "QB's are over-paid, over-rated, pompous bastards and must be punished. A quarterback has never completed a pass when he was flat on his back." nfl

Full quote - https://twitter.com/smartfootball/status/747770345071984641

10 Greatest Quotes - http://ift.tt/29bT8ed

"Kevin Gilbride will be selling insurance in two years."
"Some say the 46 is just an eight-man front. That’s like saying Marilyn Monroe is just a girl."
"QBs are overpaid, overrated, pompous bastards and must be punished."
"He looks like a reject guard from the USFL, he's so damn fat."
"Trade him for a six-pack. It doesn’t even have to be cold."
"Football kickers are like taxi cabs. You can always go out and hire another one."
"Offense my butt. Our offense is for Randall [Cunningham] to make five big plays and we'll win."
"If you listen to the fans, you'll be sitting up there with them."
"It was so easy my wife could have made them, and she didn't even know these guys."
"We might have the worst bunch of guys together we've ever seen as a football team. I don't know what anybody else has, but I'd trade mine with anybody, sight unseen."

Bonus 1 - On his relationship with coach Mike Ditka while with the Bears:

"We hardly ever spoke. I'd just put the game plan on his secretary's desk and she'd put it on his desk. Not that he understood much of it."

Bonus 2 - Ryan was not a fan of Bears rookie William "Refrigerator" Perry, famously calling him "a wasted draft choice."

During training camp before the 1985 season, Ryan said, "He's an overweight kid and a hell of a nice kid, but you know, I got twin boys at home that are nice kids, and I don't want 'em playing for me."

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 08:57PM by erldn123 http://ift.tt/295v6Ri nfl

I need snack ideas to take to work that aren't refrigerated or messy. loseit

I started a part time job that I leave around 2pm, this surpasses Lunch time and I don't get a lunch hour. I have been bringing a little bag of Sun Chips to eat around noon because I can't think of anything that I can bring that will fill me because they don't have a refrigerator, and there is no space for me to bring a lunch bag.

I've thought of maybe granola bars but they are high in calories and don't really fill me. I've thought of fruit but fruit alone makes me hungry unless I have some fat with it, and I can't bring cheese because I can't refrigerate it. What can I do?

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 08:39PM by Autumn-Moon http://ift.tt/293BlV8 loseit

My Acid Trips Lately Feel Like David Lynch Movies LSD

Without going into too much detail, my last several trips have resulted in my temporary (but complete) psychosis in which I develop intense paranoia about the nature of my reality, usually conclude that I am in some type of Matrix-esque reality simulator (my last trip, I got desynchronized a la Assassin's Creed), and have one or more acute panic attacks while attempting to process the information that my entire life has been a lie, which has been made obvious by some kind of simple realization about a word or object that has been prevalent throughout my entire life (the thing at the end of a Lynch movie that ties it all together somehow and makes you go oh fuck THAT'S WHAT the old lady meant by the pink sock in the refrigerator or something equally ridiculous). It's gotten to the point where I can't even enjoy tripping anymore. Shit, it's gotten to the point where I'm still like 1% sure I'm in a fucked up reality prison after sobering up. I guess this means I should stop taking acid before I wind up in a psych ward and then start believing I'm Bruce Willis from 12 Monkeys? It was fun, guys....

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Determining raw meat weights? Fitness

I know that package labels usually list meat serving sizes in raw weight, which is what I've been doing, but I've come to question the accuracy of my measurements this week.

For example, I bought some chicken cutlets from the store that said it was 1.05lbs but when I weight the meat by itself it came out to 13.1oz (0.81875lbs).

I'm confused as to if this is an "error" on the stores part, or is this due to having the meat sit in the refrigerator or freezer beforehand? I've only had one case in recent memory that matched weights (ground beef).

Which weight should I use? It'd probably be safest to use the labeled weight, but the stated weight does not always look to be correct.

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 06:30PM by frenchiefellow http://ift.tt/297zlO9 Fitness

How do I effectively eradicate a nauseating odor from my refrigerator? NoStupidQuestions

The apartment I rent came furnished with appliances, including a refrigerator. It works well, the only problem is it possesses this subtle yet disgusting odor that has infiltrated my food. My butter, despite being contained in its proper compartment, reeks, and in turn makes my buttered noodles taste like ass.

I just cleaned out the entire thing, scrubbed it down, bleached it, and yet it still has this sickening odor. I've also removed old and expired foods in the hopes that they were the cause. There was an old baking soda box I tossed a few days ago, but it didn't seem to be doing its job properly, thus getting canned.

I can't even describe what it smells like. My brain can't comprehend such a repulsive odor. Any thoughts on how to combat this issue?

Submitted June 29, 2016 at 02:07PM by forreal_dude http://ift.tt/293Fppv NoStupidQuestions

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

She Was Afraid of the Dark nosleep

The night I met the girl who was afraid of the dark, I was working a double shift at the bar.

It was Tuesday night and the place was packed. I stayed busy popping bottle caps off for obnoxious sports fans until I looked up and saw it was midnight. The crowd quickly dissipated until there were just a few regulars and a woman I'd never seen before.

She was sad, and pretty in her sadness, with dark lips and hair. She wore a corduroy jacket and ripped jeans and had dark circles under her eyes. She asked me what time we closed. I told her she had two more hours.

"Is there a coffee shop or something after that?" she said.

"There's a diner. You trying to stay up or something?"

"Sort of. I can't go home."

I looked at her as she stared at her drink, swirling it with a straw. After a few seconds I saw it. Right below her lips -- a bruise. She'd covered it with makeup but it still looked like it had hurt.

"It's not your fault," I said. She looked at me, confused.

"It's not your fault, no matter what he says. Look, I know you don't know me. But I have a couch you can sleep on. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?" she said. "No, it's not that simple."

"I'm not saying you're easy," I said, misunderstanding. "How about I pay for a motel room for you? By yourself. I'm not trying to get into your pants."

If I were to be completely honest now, looking back, I can say that was a lie. I was definitely attracted to her. I'm always attracted to troubled women; I don't know why. So yes, I wanted to sleep with her, but I didn't ONLY want to sleep with her. She needed help.

"No, I mean it's not as simple as me going to sleep. I have to stay up. OK? I can't let my guard down."

This is bad, said the voice in my head. Stay away from this one, Mikey. The last thing you need is some crazy boyfriend looking for you.

I ignored it. "Then how about we hit that diner," I said. "By the way, I'm Michael."

She took a long time to respond. I think she was making up a name. But then again, aren't all names just made up?

"Claire." She sipped her drink very slowly until we closed.

The diner had the type of food you needed to be drunk to enjoy. Since I'd been clean and sober for five years, I settled for toast. Claire had a turkey sandwich. We told the waiter to keep the coffee handy.

"You probably want to know why I don't leave him," she said.

"Kids?"

She laughed. "No. God, no. Not with him. No, it's because he's a pastor."

I've gone to church twice in my entire life, both with a friend's parents who I later determined were trying to subvert the influence of my scandalous father (They failed.) I knew nothing about what was considered proper for a reverend, pastor, or whoever. "I thought they weren't allowed to marry," I said.

"A, you're thinking of priests. B, I would never marry this man. We're living in sin," she said, and laughed again. This time it sounded genuine.

"I'm going to tell you something," she said, "and you aren't going to believe me. I'm OK with that. But I have to tell somebody. I've never even told HIM this."

I gulped some coffee, which tasted like black water. She took a giant, unladylike bite from her sandwich and continued:

"Are you happy being a bartender? I mean, no offense. But there's other stuff, yeah? Like other interests that are more important to you."

It was a rhetorical question, but it made me think of the notebook of poems on my nightstand. I hadn't written anything in a few weeks, though, so maybe they weren't that important.

"Well, in my twenties, I wanted to be in a band," she said. "A real band. Not just a 'local band.' I wanted fame and a record deal and videos."

"What do you play?"

"Guitar. And singing. Used to, anyway. I got together with some friends and after a few nights, we clicked. Wrote like 10 songs in a month. Practiced five times a week, no matter what. We were tight. I think we sounded pretty good."

She took out her phone and showed me her band's website. There she was, about ten years younger, with three other long-haired, insouciant musicians. They all looked bored but passionate. At the top of the page was their band's name: The Violent Majority.

I had never heard of them, but I didn't follow new music. All I knew was that she'd worked hard towards her goal and eventually got a record deal, which impressed me. "So you did it," I said.

She scrolled further down until something else came into view. It was the names and birth-death dates of her band mates. The page was a memorial.

"Usually when a bunch of band members die," she said, "it's a plane crash. But they all went separately. Overdose. Car accident. Cancer. All within a year."

I'm not a superstitious man but I respect other people's beliefs. I knew I had to be careful with what I said next or I'd risk offending her. "If the same thing happened to me," I said, "I'd be scared, too. But this was years ago. And you're still here."

"For now," she said. "But I'm the main prize. I'm the one that made the deal."

"You wrote the songs," I said. "So you're right, there wouldn't be a record deal without you."

"No, I made the DEAL." She pointed downwards.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. I tried to cover my mouth and pretend it was a cough but it was too late. Surprisingly, though, Claire didn't look offended. She even smiled.

"I'm glad you don't believe me," she said. "Because I don't want you to know you can do it. He doesn't lie, you know? Satan, I mean. He tells a version of the truth. We got our record deal. We got our fame.

"We had our dream for five years. That was the catch. He never said anything about a time limit. I was so excited that I just agreed to the terms."

She was so serious that I couldn't have laughed again, even if I'd wanted to. Part of me wanted to drive her from the diner to a mental hospital. Another part wanted to kiss her.

"So how does this tie to the pastor?" I said.

"He thinks I like him for his personality. Little does he know. He's a holy man, and that protects me. That and light. During the daytime, I'm OK. When I'm with him, I'm OK."

"Too bad he beats the shit out of you."

She took this in and stared off into the distance. "Yeah. It just got worse and worse until tonight."

I paid the bill, reached across the table and took her cold hands into mine.

"Let's stay up and talk," she said. We left.

She sat on the sofa and I sat on a dining room chair I'd dragged into the room. I was trying my hardest to be a gentleman. She needed comfort and I didn't want to be just another scummy guy taking advantage of someone.

"You don't play guitar anymore?" I said.

"It hurts. I mean these." She held up her fingers. "I can play about ten minutes before my hand cramps up. So now I sing."

I asked her to sing me something. There was no hesitation; she straightened up in her seat, closed her eyes, and belted out a verse from what I presumed was one of her songs.

"That's beautiful," I said. Our eyes locked. There was nothing I could do now; I was powerless. Some force moved me to the seat next to her. We kissed, soft at first, then hungrily. We gripped one another, tried to pull us into each other. I was about to unbutton my shirt when the lights went out.

"No!" she said, jumping up. "No, we have to leave them on!"

"Wasn't me," I said. I went to the front window and saw that the entire street had lost power. I told her as much.

She turned her phone on for the light. "This is no good," she said. "We have to go. We have to find a dance club or something. Or another diner. We need light, we have to have light --"

I flicked a lighter and lit a candle I'd pulled out from the closet. I set it on the table and pulled out another one, then another and another. "I grew up in earthquake country," I said. "You can never have enough candles."

We put them all over the table, then all over the breakfast bar that divided the living room from the kitchen. Then we left the bedroom door open as we put them on the dresser, on the book shelf, on almost every flat surface we could find. When we were done, it might as well have been daytime. My whole apartment glowed with hazy candlelight.

"You're not worried about a fire?" she said.

"I didn't say that. Don't knock anything over."

She laughed. For such a troubled soul, she laughed a lot. Sometimes she even meant it. I took her in my arms and we fell onto the bed.

When I woke up, she was gone.

Dawn slipped into the windows. I heard the refrigerator's humming and knew the power was back on. I looked for her in the bathroom, in the living room, hopeful. She wasn't there. I sighed and sat on the couch.

"I'll be lucky if her holy boyfriend doesn't beat the shit out of me," I said. Then I heard her phone beep.

I went back in the bedroom and for the first time saw her clothes still bunched up at the foot of the bed. Her phone was tangled up in the sheets. I took it out and saw a message from someone named Keith: "Can we talk?"

Then I saw that the candles had all gone out. They should have burned until at least the middle of the morning, well into daylight, but all of them had extinguished at the same midpoint.

"Claire?" I said. I said it again, louder. I checked under the bed, in the closet. I called her name again and again as I searched my one-room apartment, as if there were a million places to hide in there.

After an hour, her phone rang. It was Keith. I muted it. The sun was now well in the sky and I wanted to go out in it, bathe in it, be protected by it.

END

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Submitted June 29, 2016 at 03:17AM by finewiththefog http://ift.tt/291fH7D nosleep

Refrigerator (richmond hill) FreeStuffNYC

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Submitted June 29, 2016 at 01:49AM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/299CiQf FreeStuffNYC

Coupons Frugal

Where do you guys go to get coupons before buying a big purchase? I need a new refrigerator, but I don't want to pay full price at Sears.

I looked through the Sunday paper as well as requesting "move" packets from USPS, but no dice. Online coupons are also unavailable.

Any other methods/secrets to finding a coupon?

Thanks.

Submitted June 28, 2016 at 10:09PM by xiphias11 http://ift.tt/29cjNHZ Frugal

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Chilled Garden Pea Soup Recipe (delicious!) recipes

Found at http://ift.tt/291L9zP (with pictures!)

This vibrant summer soup is cool and creamy, with a potato base that makes it filling as well as refreshing. Serves: 6

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon butter

1 1/3 pounds peas in the pod, shelled

2 medium russet potatoes, peeled, and diced

1 onion, sliced

2 garlic cloves, thinly sliced, plus 1 garlic clove, minced.

6 cups of chicken stock.

3 tablespoons fresh mint leaves, shredded.

Fine sea salt and freshly ground pepper

½ cups heavy cream

7 slices good- quality bacon.

Extra-virgin olive oil for drizzling.

Directions:

Heat the butter in a large pot over medium heat. Once, it is completely melted add the peas, potatoes, onion, and sliced garlic and cook for 5 minutes. Add the stock, season with salt and pepper, and bring to a boil, then reduce the heat and simmer until the vegetables are tender, about 20 minutes.

Working in batches, puree the soup in a blender along with the fresh mint until smooth (if the mint is not completely combining, then strain the mixture thru a fine sieve.) Pour the soup into a large bowl and allow to cool about 20 minutes, then cover and chill in the refrigerator for at least 1 hour.

While soup is chilling, in a small bowl combine the minced garlic and the cream and whisk together for about 10 seconds. Set aside for 10 minutes.

Cooke the bacon in a large sauté pan over medium heat until golden and crisp about 6 minutes. Drain on paper towels.

Just before serving the soup, pass the garlic cream through a sieve, pressing on the garlic; discard the garlic. Serve the soup drizzled with the garlic cream and a dash of olive oil and topped with bacon slices.

Best eaten within 2-3 days.

Enjoy!

Submitted June 28, 2016 at 09:59PM by therealdanpow http://ift.tt/298S51s recipes

Korean Rice Cakes (tteok) Storage KoreanFood

About two weeks ago, I bought a 3 lb bag of Korean rice cakes. I immediately cooked about 1 lb of the rice cakes and threw the rest into a ziplock bag in the refrigerator. Are they still good? I foolishly threw out the original package without reading up on the proper way or length of time to store the uncooked portion.

Submitted June 28, 2016 at 08:14PM by TheWhiteMamba182 http://ift.tt/295I05f KoreanFood

The Tip Jar LetsNotMeet

The Tip Jar

Once upon a time, I worked at a “bikini coffee stand”. Against the advice of my parents, I started working there when I was 17 years old and continued working there until I was 20. If you are unfamiliar with “bikini coffee stands”, they are little drive-through espresso stands (usually painted in some neon color) where the employees all wear lingerie or bikinis while they serve coffee. I know this sounds strange, and believe me, it is strange; however, the money was good , it was fun at the time, and my parents couldn’t really afford to pay for college.

There is no loud-speaker where customers place their order. They simply drive up to the stand, order coffee, and make small talk as they ogle you in your skimpy ensemble. Anyway, it's kind of hard to explain, so maybe just Google it...the Seattle area has them all over the place.

Within a matter of months the boss gave me the busiest shift; the shift began at 4:00 AM and ended at 9:30 AM. Though the coffee stand was not officially open until 4:30, I had to count the till, grind the espresso beans, fill up the sinks, take stock, clean if needed, etc.

The coffee stand was situated in the corner of a large parking lot, sharing the enormous empty lot with only one other retailer. The other retailer didn’t open until around 10:00 AM, and so when I arrived the lot was completely dark (save for one dim street lamp above the stand, and another in the far corner of the lot).

I pulled up to the stand as I normally did, only this time it was my first shift alone. Normally, I worked with one other girl, as the shift would get far too busy for just one person. I had a routine with regular customers, as I literally worked every single day (the boss didn’t believe in time off, unless requested). While I worked, I could see cars approach the stand, and know immediately what drink to prepare (based on my recognizing a regular customer’s vehicle).

After almost a year on the morning shift, it was rare to see a new vehicle, or meet a new customer. My boss was extremely strict about being fast and efficient, and would have us prepare drinks in advance for our regulars while they waited in the line of cars. My boss was so strict, that for the first six months of my working there, he would watch constantly on his camera system and call me on the business phone to scream at me for lack of efficiency. After this, I became so fast at preparing drinks, I guess he decided he would save money by having me work alone in the very early morning hours (he was stingy too).

So, like normal, I approached the stand and punched in the access code. I went inside and turned on some music right away to keep myself company. The street lamp directly above the coffee stand had burnt out a few days before, so it was rather dark outside; coupled with the tinted sliding windows of the coffee stand, and the knowledge that I was completely alone, I felt a little creeped out…. though not nearly as creeped out and terrified as I was about to feel in a few minutes.

Even though the stand was technically open at 4:30, I wouldn’t expect my first customer until about 4:45. I usually arrived at 4:00, bust since it was my first shift alone I came in at 3:30 to give myself enough time to complete all of the opening tasks. My first customer was always Dave (names changed for privacy). He drove a red sports car and ordered a double cappuccino, heavy on the foam. He worked for the local Boeing plant and would brag about his high ranking job in-between awkward remarks about my body. You get used to this sort of thing after a while, but nothing could prepare me for the sort of thing that happened to me on this particular dark morning.

Though many of our customers were pervy men like Dave, most of the early morning customers weren’t as lecherous as one would expect; they simply needed coffee and no other business was open as early as ours. In fact, many of my early morning customers were married women in soccer mom vans, in desperate need of caffeine.

I glanced up at the clock as I counted the money in the till. 3:50 AM. I finished the count and walked from the back of the stand onto the main floor. There were two steps separating the back of the stand from the “main floor” . The back of the stand had no windows and contained a bathroom, large refrigerator, washer, dryer, etc. This is the area where my co-workers and myself would get ready, and joke around where customers couldn’t see us.

As soon as we walked onto the main floor, where customers could see us, “uniform” was required (meaning lingerie or bikini) as well as heels. That morning I was wearing a matching pink lingerie set with knit stockings. The lingerie fully covered my breasts and buttocks, and provided more coverage than a typical bikini you would see at the beach.

I counted all of the syrup bottles. I opened the fridge and took stock inside. I turned on the espresso grinder and robotically poured in a bag of espresso beans. I started filling up the large commercial sink with soapy water. Music played softly on the stereo. Then I heard it. Over the noise of faucet, coffee grinder and the music, I wasn’t sure I heard anything at first, so I just ignored it. Then I heard it again.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Someone was tapping on the sliding glass window of the stand. I wiped off my wet hands and grabbed my cell phone. 4:15 AM. We weren’t open for another 15 minutes. I checked the light switches to make sure I didn’t accidentally flip on the open sign.

Along with an open sign, the stand was equipped with bright flood lights to illuminate the presence of the stand. Due to the sheer darkness that morning, I had contemplated turning on the flood lights when I first arrived, but it was strictly forbidden to do so until the stand was open. Without the flood lights on, and through the tinted glass, I could not see who was on the other side. I stood there, staring at the window. Maybe it’s just Dave, I rationalized to myself.

TAP.TAP.TAP.

I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. The tapping had definitely grew louder. I picked up the business phone, and punched in my boss’s number. He had an extensive camera system, complete with night vision, and could see in real time both inside and outside of the stand. In the very least, he could tell me who was outside. The phone rang and rang. No answer. I flipped on the flood lights. I walked over to the window, and saw the man, now illuminated by the bright lights. His head was pressed up against the glass, hands cupped around his eyes as he tried to see in. I jumped back.

“Hi!” he yelled through the glass. “Can I get some coffee?” “We aren’t open for another 15 minutes,” I replied. “My boss will be mad if I open early.”

“Oh, well. I can wait.” The man then walked away from the window and stepped into a small black Honda. I continued my opening duties, wearily eyeing the black Honda. At the time, I felt a false sense of security, lulled into the daily routine of my shift. However, this was different. At 4:30 I dutifully turned on the open sign and watched as the man in the black Honda drove up to the window. He was wearing a dark red baseball cap, a thermal shirt and plaid pajama pants. I opened the sliding window.

“Hi, sorry about that. What can I get for you this morning?” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

The man looked at me for what felt like an eternity. “What I want doesn’t appear to be on the menu” he said, not looking up from my crotch.

Okay, so, I know what you’re thinking: what did I expect working in this profession? Gentlemen? I brushed his comment aside with a laugh.

“We have a great white chocolate mocha.” I looked around frantically. Where the fuck was the usual morning guy, Dave? I silently prayed another customer would pull up behind this guy.

He looked away and stared at his steering wheel. “I want you to be my maid.”

“Excuse me?” I said, not sure if I heard him correctly.

“I want you to be my maid. I want you to come over to my house, wearing a maid costume with nothing underneath. I want to watch you, and if you don’t clean correctly I am going to do whatever I want to you.” He paused and gripped his steering wheel tightly. “I am not a nice guy.” He looked up at me and smiled. Until that point in my life, I had never seen a truly sinister smile before.

I slammed the long serving window shut. I ran to the back of the stand, hyperventilating at this point. I picked up the phone and called my boss repeatedly. No answer. I stood on the steps and peered out the window.

The black Honda was gone, replaced by the familiar red of Dave’s sports car. I never thought I would be happy to see Pervy Dave, but here I was, rushing to the serving window to tell him what had happened. I opened the window, all the while frantically relaying the story. Dave just laughed and muttered something about the guy dreaming. He told me that I was being paranoid and the guy just had no filter. For some reason, this put me at ease.

Dave reached his hand out the window to place a five dollar bill in my tip jar (he tipped this amount each morning). “Wow!” He exclaimed, “you just opened and your tip jar is already full. I know you make good coffee, but it’s not that great!”.

“Huh?” I said, slamming the register shut. The tip jar rested on the outside window ledge, so customers could reach it. I made it a habit of just leaving it outside in-between customers, as it could get very busy.

I leaned over and looked into the metal canister. Inside the tip jar was a long white envelope, that appeared to be stuffed to it’s capacity. My stomach turned, as I knew it had to be from the guy in the black Honda.

“Dave,” I said cautiously, “it’s from that guy I just told you about. I am not opening that.” Dave sipped his cappuccino and suddenly his goofy demeanor turned serious. “you’re right, let me open it. I have gloves.” It was late fall and rather cold out. Dave put on his gloves in a dramatic manner, laughing about my paranoia, and proceeded to step outside of his car. He took the envelope out of my tip jar and opened it.

“Holy shit.” He said, his eyes widening. He held up a stack of $20 bills held together by a rubber band. On the back of the stack was a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded the paper and began reading it. His eyes grew even wider. His hands were shaking ever so slightly. “What!? What does it say!?” He simply said “Get dressed and call the police.”

I snatched the note from him, his jaw slightly agape. The note was laden with spelling errors and looked as if it was written in a child’s hand; oddly, there were rather long words that were attempted but spelled incorrectly. It said some very deranged things. There are some things too sick to mention here, but I will relay the basic message as best as I can recall; some things you just never forget, even if you want to (so here it is, without the spelling errors and the length; it was two pages long, front and back):

“You will come to my house. When you arrive I will examine you thoroughly. I will then tie you to the post and you will be punished for what you do. Every inch of your body will be bruised and sore. Afterward I will untie you and use you in every way possible he used a different term, but it is extremely graphic and includes the words “hog tied”. You can scream, but no one will hear you. This is your first payment. Upon reading this note and taking this money you have agreed to follow through. If you do not follow through you are a stealing, lying whore and you WILL be punished more severely than if you cooperated to this initial agreement. You will clean every inch of my house. There will be no mistakes or there will be more punishment to follow.”

I got dressed and called the police and my boss (who finally answered). The police arrived and I went to the station to explain in detail what happened. I handed them the note, along with the money for evidence. The female police officer (who appeared to be in charge) nonchalantly told me that I should probably quit my job, that this behavior was to be expected from customers. I told her that I had never experienced anything like this before.

My boss reviewed the outside video tape footage. The footage showed a man, standing outside of the coffee stand window just staring inside. Occasionally, it showed him leaning his head into the glass and cupping his hand around his eyes. It also showed him rubbing his crotch. Apparently he had been standing outside the window since 3:40 AM, ten minutes after my initial arrival. At one point it showed him going back into his car, only to re-emerge several minutes later and finally tap on the window. I was shocked to realize that the man had watched me for almost a full hour without my knowledge. I felt stupid, but most of all, scared. The footage also revealed that the man had his license plates covered with what appeared to be white paper.

After reviewing the footage and the note, the police decided that the man posed a potential threat, and that this behavior was not normal (duh).

They sent an undercover cop back to the stand with me. I was shocked that they wanted me to go right back to work not even two hours after the incident. The cop sat outside in an SUV while I worked; the plan was this: if the man drove through again, I was to flick the open sign on and off to alert him of the man’s presence.

I worked, serving all of my regular customers, trying my best to pretend nothing happened. I was told not to recall the incident to any of my co-workers or customers that morning, in case they knew the man and warned him of police involvement. The man did not return that day… but he did return.

Little did I know, that day was only the beginning of a year-long nightmare. I know this reads like a work of fiction, but every single word of it is true. This is the first time I am re-telling this to anyone other than the police, my former boss, my past co-workers and my ex-boyfriend…. So please, be nice.

Submitted June 28, 2016 at 01:55PM by HelloSaroh http://ift.tt/29749yA LetsNotMeet

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With console launch being so close, here is a bit of a guide, and what to expect with 7 Days to Die. 7daystodie

I hope you're all hyped for the console launch tonight! I figured I'd take this time to write up a semi-lengthy guide on what to expect when playing this game, for all the new players about to join our amazing community! Please feel free to add anything, ask questions, or comment. Consider this a guide and open Q&A from an avid 7 Days to Die player. I've been playing since Alpha 3, and this game has come quite a ways! It's great to see it expand to the console playerbase, and open up a whole new area of fans!

What is 7 Days to Die?

7 Days to Die is possibly one of the most creative games inside the zombie genera. The company The Fun Pimps seems to have hit an area inside the survival genera where most others have failed, in a sense. Allow me to use the popular title DayZ and H1Z1 as examples for this.

Now we have all seen our fair share of zombie movies I hope! Ranging from movies like 28 Days Later, to George Romeros famous series of movies (Day of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, etc), to the famous TV series The Walking Dead. The one thing all these movies highlight, is how ruthless zombies are. How they will stop at nothing to get what they are after. Clawing and smashing through houses, piling up against doors and breaking through! And every game seems to want to mimic that feeling. That fear of death. That fight of flight human instinct. And a lot of them have done a pretty great job, but they all lack one aspect that 7 Days to Die tends to hit perfectly. That aspect is, the ability to smash through the world to get at you.

In games such as DayZ and H1Z1, that fear tends to stop the second you close a door on a pre-fabricated building. They don't really tend to smash through to come and get you. Well, 7 Days to Die has that perfected. These zombies are not something to take lightly! With the entire world, including the ground, being destructible, no where is safe for you to hide. If they sense you, only fighting or running will save you.

So what does this game offer, besides insanely well done AI?

7 Days to Die seems to be completely focused on "play it your way". The way the game mechanics allow you to control your world, is something similar to the game Minecraft. With the entire world being destructible, you can do just about anything. Now some people LOVE to build, I for one sure do! This game allows you to be as creative as you'd like to be, with some players creating buildings such as Marios castles, the World Trade Center, pyramids, towns, and pretty much anything you'd like to!

Now what if you're not much of a builder? What if you're just not feeling that Minecraft-esque creative aspect? Well there are TONS of amazing buildings out in the world to choose from! From stores, cafes, oil plants, parking structures, gas stations, diners, and even run down shacks!. There are dozens of towns full of houses and apartment buildings. Major cities with tons of stores, movie theaters, massive apartment complexes, police stations. You name it, you can live in it!

Every single building can be fortified, remodeled, and changed to your liking. Nothing is off limits in this game. If you find a nice place to call home, you can reinforce the entire thing to steel and concrete, lay spikes around the outside and hold up inside. This game is entirely "play your way". Heck, you can even go from town to town, going nomad style and live off the land and what you find. The choice is yours! (Although, I'm a loot horder, so I could never play this way. So much loot, so much to stash away!)

So you talk a lot about the building and zombies, what will I have to defend myself with?

Guns, melee weapons, tools, traps, landmines, you name it! The big focus would be the guns and traps. But let me first cover melee weapons, as you're most likely going to use those when you first start out.

Melee weapons are pretty important for your average zombie dealings. Most of the time, you'll choose melee to clear out a town or building. One of the best, and rarest being the machete. This bad boy does a considerable amount of damage, and tends to decapitate zombies fairly easy. Its pretty hard to find, but when you do, it will become a go-to weapon. The sledgehammer tends to do about the same amount of damage/decapitation as the machete, but it swings a lot slower, and may be difficult for some users in tight situations. Its great for outdoors though! The most commonly used, easy to craft melee weapon, would have to be the spiked club. This tends to do a decent amount of damage, nice and quickly. Its relatively easy to craft, and easy to find. Highly suggested for the first few days of gameplay.

Traps and landmines. These badboys are what you'll be using to fortify your parameters around your home. In early game, wood spikes are going to be your BEST choice for keeping those pesky roaming zombies at bay. They are easy to craft, easy to deploy, but they break fairly easily. So long term use isn't suggested once you get established in the game. For a good solid defense, wood log spikes are the way to go! These are nice and sturdy, and upgradable. Your first tier being treebark looking, then to a more solid wooden spike, then metal tipped, metal sheeted, and finally fully reinforced metal. (So 2 tiers of wood, 3 tiers of metal). Lastly, we have our barbed wire fence. These are pretty decent to use, as they slow zombies down, but they also tend to break quite a bit. Typically you'd want to place these somewhere around your entrance, and not around your entire base as you would wood log spikes. They tend to be rather expensive, and hard to maintain.

Onto the guns! Oh guns guns and more guns! Now unlike everything else (besides the machete), these are NOT craftable. You will find various weapon parts (sometimes even full guns) as you explore the world. Most typically, inside a gun safe commonly found in most houses. These can be pretty sturdy and hard to break into early game. Now as you explore the world, you'll notice you'll find various books to make these guns, such as the ak47, sniper rifle and all the others. In order to put these gun parts together, you need to first find the book to unlock the knowledge. But once you do, you can assemble and disassemble any weapon you find, mixing and matching different grades (we'll touch up on this in a moment). So for a list of guns, we have the crossbow and bow, pistol, blunderbuss (this gun is a default one, so you can make it as soon as you find the supplies.) the shotgun and sawed off shotgun, SMG, hunting rifle, sniper rifle, 44 Magnum, AK47, and lastly, the rocket launcher.

What about the tools? What do we have to harvest and destroy all these buildings with?

This is probably one of the most important aspects to this game. The tools. And with this, I'll cover quality grades as well. So lets start with that before I go into tools, because it'll make more sense.

Quality grades are pretty simple. The lowest grade possible, would be 1, highest being 600. This is also done on a color scheme every 100 levels. So 1-99=Grey. 100-199=Orange. 200-299=Yellow. 300-399=Green. 400-499=Blue. 500-600=Purple. Now quality will effect a lot of things in the game. From armor and weapons, to tools you use, to even the minibike! Its obvious to state, that the better quality the item, the better it is. Higher quality guns will do more damage, higher quality armor will protect you more, and higher quality tools will harvest faster and do more damage to the world around you. You'll have a tough time getting through a gunsafe with a level 1 quality tool, but easily break through with a quality 600.

So for tools, The Fun Pimps have added something AMAZING I feel. Power tools! You have your standard run of the mill tools that you'll use the majority of your game time, so lets cover those first. When first starting out, you'll be crafting a stone axe, this won't really do that much damage/gather much when you are first starting. But the more you make, the higher your quality skill will get at making them. For higher axe tiers, we have the fireaxe and the steel fireaxe (sorry no link D: ) As you would suspect, this axe does more damage to wood based objects, then it would to metal or stone. For those types, we have items such as the iron pickaxe and steel pickaxe. Now the steel tier is a bit harder to craft when you first start out. You might get lucky and loot one, but thats up to the RNG gods. These tools are going to be your everyday gathering, and exploring tools. They'll help you enter buildings quickly, get through gun safes and metal doors faster, and gather materials efficiently to build up your home. You'll be going through them left and right, and they are very vital to the game.

Now let me cover your homestead tools. These tools are going to be your common tools you use around your base. They do various things, from upgrading and repairs, to tilling the ground for a farm, to shoveling out uneven terrain to build on. First up, we have our shovels. These are self explanatory. Used for quickly removing and gathering dirt, snow, sand, clay, basically anything soft. They also come in a stone shovel form, for early game clay gathering (you'll need a bit of this to make your first forge, and metal.) Next up, we have our garden hoes. When you use these on dirt, they will till the ground, allowing you to grow various crops on the land for food. They are more of a luxury item for established players, then a necessity like the other tools. And lastly, we have our repair tools. Now repair tools all repair at different rates. Our first and lowest, being the trusty stone axe that we'll be starting out with. This repairs/upgrades at a rate of 25% per swing. Next up, is our wrench. These will upgrade at a rate of 50% per swing. Note that this tool, can also be used to disassemble various things in the world, from refrigerators, to overs, to even the cars outside! So this is a pretty good tool to have on you when exploring for materials. Lastly, we have our claw hammer. This is the most powerful handheld repair/upgrade tool, upgrading at 100% per swing.

Now onto the fun part. The power tools! No one likes swinging a pick for hours down in the mines, now do they? Well this is going to highly appeal to you! First up, we have the auger! This badboy will chew through stone like its butter. This is an AMAZING tool for gathering, remodeling, trench digging, and making nifty bunkers. When you finally find one of these, you'll have A LOT of fun with the game. And just like our tools, the higher quality parts, the better it'll be. This takes gas to operate, so make sure you loot plenty of gas stations to keep this running! Next, we have the favorite, and no zombie game could be complete without one, the CHAINSAW!!!!!! Just like the auger, this amazing tool uses gas to operate. It will quickly do away with trees for fast gather, and just about any zombie in your path! It is really fun to use on zombies, but beware, it is a melee tool, so this means exposing yourself to damage! Lastly, we have the best upgrade/repair tool in the game, the nailgun. And yes, you can literally shoot nails at zombies if you'd like to. But this hand home repair device upgrades at an extremely quick pace. VERY quickly actually. Its great for big builds and fast upgrading.

Now do beware. When you use power tools, they are LOUD. They will attract screamer zombies to your location that'll come and check out what all the hubbub is about. So using them around your base is best left for daylight. They also tend to be pretty loud sound wise, so I suggest turning your volume down a bit before using it. Hopefully TFP will make it a bit softer for us in the future.

This all sounds great! But what about character progression?

Character progression in this game is really well done. We use an experience system to level, and with each level, we receive skill points to invest into better aspects of our character.

Experience: With everything you do, you'll earn experience towards a skill. So lets say I'm mining away, I'll earn skill experience towards Mining Tools. For repairs/upgrade, I'll earn exp in Construction Tools. For smashing zombies with my club, I'll get exp towards Blunt Weapons. Etc etc. Now after my skills get high enough, I'll level. Each level will grant me 5 total skill points to invest into my character. I can choose to progress those skills listed above even higher, OR I can choose to invest it into a Perk.

Perks are bonuses to certain things. Lets take the best one for early game, called Quality Joe. Quality Joe will cost me 5 skill points to upgrade once. With each upgrade, I have a better chance to find higher quality items. It'll give me a +25/50/100 quality upgrade automatically. Quicker Crafting perk, will allow me to craft items faster (10%, 20%, 30%, 40%, 50%). Skills like Concrete Mixing, Steel Smithing, and Workbench, will unlock the ability for me to craft Concrete, Steel, and Workbenches. So be wise about where you invest your points when you level. Sometimes its best to let the natural skills progress on their own, and invest into the perks as you level up. Pick and choose wisely. Go over your options before you commit, because there is no turning back!

I think that about sums up a lot of the basics about this game. I covered what the game is about, the mechanics and concept behind the game, guns, tools, building and houses, xp and progression... I'll go ahead and write up a guide in a little bit for those just starting out. A play by play of your first few days, and what to do/avoid. I wanted to basically upsell the game a bit and fully explain some of the aspects to anyone who may still be considering purchasing this game, or those going in kinda blind.

I'd like to thank some youtubers that I linked for the great videos they've posted here on reddit in the past. All these guys are great loyal players, and if you'd like to see them in action, please head over to their channels. Thankyou Survival Buddies for the amazing Mario castles! Corion82 for your amazing WTC build. And Z-Nation FFS for your amazing build that I've personally been addicted to watching the past few days. Seriously that place is insane! And also Indie for getting overrun and slaughtered by zombies in the power plant ;)

Thankyou for taking the time to read my breakdown. If you have any questions, comments, or wish to talk more, please don't hesitate to chime in in the comments below!

Submitted June 28, 2016 at 07:02AM by Jayick http://ift.tt/29ixGmU 7daystodie