Buy Refrigerator: November 2016

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Fridge has a "d" in it, while refrigerator just drops the "d" for no reason. Jokes

How could refrigerators be so cold?

Submitted December 01, 2016 at 07:32AM by SoraReyKorra http://ift.tt/2gmS7o3 Jokes

Why do I have a problem with keeping bread in the refrigerator, but am ok with keeping it in the freezer or on the counter? Showerthoughts

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Submitted December 01, 2016 at 05:53AM by Freklred http://ift.tt/2fG1tMP Showerthoughts

Storing Cooked Eggs sousvide

I was reading the other day about storing eggs after they've been sous vide and Kenji's article on Serious Eats says the following:

"The best part? Once cooked, you can chill the eggs in an ice bath and store them in water in the refrigerator for up to a few days."

Why store them in water? I'm really scratching my itchy head trying to figure that out. Why can't you just cook, rapidly chill, and just toss them in a Tupperware container or something and leave them in the fridge like that?

Submitted December 01, 2016 at 06:09AM by PandyFackler14 http://ift.tt/2gMoVnE sousvide

Will putting air conditioners or refrigerators everywhere stop Global Warming? shittyaskscience

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Submitted December 01, 2016 at 03:24AM by Cystius http://ift.tt/2gzHrAg shittyaskscience

Are these normal refrigerator noises? fixit

1) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jwoum54HHaU 2) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzOKpJWGxOw

First video demonstrates a consistent knocking sound that speeds up until it finally quiets down.

Second video demonstrates a similar knocking sound, but more random. Most of the time it sounds like the second video. Sometimes those knocks/rattles transition into a quick groan before returning to a knock.

The sound begins to happen maybe a minute or two after the compressor starts and continues until it switches off.

After the compressor switches off, I can still hear the knocking/rattling along with refrigerant circulating around for 30 seconds or so, which leads me to believe that it might be air bubbles in the refrigerant.

Are these normal sounds? I don't think I've ever heard such a noisy fridge, but maybe this model is just particularly loud?

Submitted December 01, 2016 at 01:53AM by NewDevon http://ift.tt/2gySHgn fixit

Dry food with no refrigerator EatCheapAndHealthy

I will be going on the road all weekend and I need to know what food can be stored in a duffle bag.

For three days, I will need a plan for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and extra snacks. These days can be identical.

For breakfast, it would be nice to eat a banana with granola. I don't know if this is enough food for me. I also don't know if a batch of bananas will last in a bag in a car until the third day.

For lunch and dinner, I'm at a loss. I usually eat cold food for lunch, like veggies and hummus. And I eat hot food for dinner, like soup or chicken wrap, or pasta.

Ideally, I would make meal prep boxes that contain everything I need for all 9 meals. But it is important that they don't need to be refrigerated or heated and can last for several days.

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 11:59PM by tswut http://ift.tt/2fRPOc4 EatCheapAndHealthy

ı forgot which speed at ı shot this film. (help) analog

I shot this film couple months ago it was sitting on my refrigerator since then. It was Fuji C200 but I'm %100 I pushed this film. But I don't remember if it's pushed to 800 or 400. at what speed should I get it developed by the lab?

what would happen if it was shot at 400 and developed at 800. or the opposite?

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 10:36PM by tankaanc http://ift.tt/2fRlj64 analog

Losing weight without gym or equipment? bodyweightfitness

I need to lose about 10 - 15 pounds, but I'm at work with no refrigerator, for about 60 hours a week. I have no equipment at home, and there's nothing but fast food around me all the time. I want very badly to eat healthy, but the opportunities are practically non existent. Any advice on how to eat healthy while at work, and excersise at home, with the little time I have there? Or maybe even discreetly at work?

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 09:49PM by pizzasoftheearth http://ift.tt/2fRcWrk bodyweightfitness

[article] The Habit Poem (author unknown) loseit

They passed this out at my TOPS meeting last night. I thought it was awesome and refrigerator-magnet worthy! The handout was "author unknown"

The Habit Poem I am your constant companion. I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden. I will push you onward or drag you down to failure. I am completely at your command. Half the things you do, you might just as well turn over to me, and I will be able to do them quickly and correctly. I am easily managed; you must merely be firm with me. Show me exactly how you want something done, and after a few lessons I will do it automatically. I am the servant of all great men. And, alas, of all failures as well. Those who are great, I have made great. Those who are failures, I have made failures. I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine. Plus, the intelligence of a man. You may run me for profit, or run me for ruin; it makes no difference to me. Take me, train me, be firm with me and I will put the world at your feet. Be easy with me, and I will destroy you. Who am I? I am a HABIT!

Enjoy!

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 06:28PM by funchords http://ift.tt/2fL4Htn loseit

Our refrigerator died, the next morning my 11 y.o. told me check the fridge the milk went bad..this is what i found. funny

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Submitted November 30, 2016 at 12:02PM by Laurendonahue7 http://ift.tt/2fPSJC4 funny

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

[HOUSING] Looking for Apartment Takeover LAlist

Currently living in Panorama City and will have a 600sqft Studio available beginning in February of 2017 due to moving to a different state.

The apartment has AC/Heat, Dishwasher, Gas Oven/Stove Tops, and a full-sized Refrigerator. Located on the top floor and next to a stairwell, so only 2 neighbors (next to us and below).

The apartment also offers subterranean parking, on-site washer/dryer, pool, bbq area and a gym. Pricing will be around $1300.

Feel Free to message if you have any additional questions.

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 10:42AM by LAapartment http://ift.tt/2fK0G8z LAlist

[THANKS] /u/dingusdongus FAITH IN HUMANITY RESTORED, I am your brother now :D! Random_Acts_Of_Pizza

Omg we thank you so much /u/dingusdongus we were literally boiling those carrots in the refrigerator pic I put up last thread. LOL. Days in the big city are hard sometimes but people like you make this place better (even if your not from here :D lol), your fellow brother from another mother thanks you! I cannot express my gratitude enough I hope these pics will do

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Submitted November 30, 2016 at 10:56AM by ddoculus http://ift.tt/2gEtdB7 Random_Acts_Of_Pizza

Free refrigerator, washer, dryer (Old greenwich) FreeStuffNYC

I got these appliances from the previous owners. Whirlpool refeigerator for free: 33 width, 29 depth without handles, 66 height. The cooling cycle is long, but it cools good. Kenmore washer and electric dryer for free. The dryer works in some modes [...]

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Submitted November 30, 2016 at 10:35AM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2fBleop FreeStuffNYC

My[23M] BF of 3years told me[22F] that it isn't his job to share his food with me despite being at his house all day relationships

So I have been with my boyfriend for 3 years and we have had plenty of ups and downs. After a few months break, him trying to win me back, I gave him a chance and things have been great except for the past few weeks. So the story goes, I had been over at his house for most of the day and by around 9PM we were both hungry, but he tells me there isn't enough food for me too eat from what his mother had prepared from earlier. So I ask him to just share a little with me, but he refused. I try to reason with him that why not share a little with me and I can make some eggs or something but he still refuses. He then proceeds to tell me I can go out and buy something for myself but that this food was his and he wouldn't be sharing with me because his mother had made it for him and that being at his house doesn't mean that he has to feed me.

By this time I'm really hurt that he would feel ok to just eat in front of me while knowing i am hungry too. While preparing the food for himself, he sees in the refrigerator that there is 3 day old turkey and offers that to me. Which turkey (from thanksgiving) after 3 days doesn't sound very appetizing and is probably really dry. Not to be picky, I try to reason with him and ask why wont he share a little of his food with me and we can both have turkey, which he again we refuses.

I dont think he understand how much it hurts that he would refuse to share a little food with me, his girlfriend. I would share anything with my Boyfriend and couldn't imagine eating in front of him if i knew he was hungry too. Even when he eats at my house I give him more of whatever better food I have laying around and have some cereal or something because it just food and i don't eat much or even care but I always want the best for him.

Please I need options so I don't think I'm crazy over this because all he can say to me is that I'm being a dramatic psychopath about this situation..

tl;dr: BF refuses to share food with me while having been at his house all day and tells me that it isn't his job to feed me but that I can go out and get food

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 09:05AM by euiince http://ift.tt/2fJVCks relationships

Father Of Mine LetsNotMeet

Been lurking and posting sometimes in here the last couple of weeks and seen a few stories that reminded me of my own and thought I'd share. I read the description several times and questioned, "Is this creepy?" But honestly, in my experience, it has been nothing short of terrifying. So I'd call him a creepy individual, if not a monster.

My story has been ongoing for decades, and all came to a head roughly seven months ago.

Growing up, I thought I lived in a "normal" household. I had a nuclear family; a mother and a father, and I was an only child. I assumed that everyone's family had a ticking time bomb. I've learned in my (almost) twenty-seven years that I was wrong.

It started with small things, literally crying over a glass of spilled milk. Something didn't go as planned... So things had to get thrown, profanity was screamed around, doors slammed, perhaps even a fist hitting a refrigerator or a wall.

It developed into rides to school going between 50-70 MPH in 25 MPH speed zones. My cries of, "You are going to kill us!" were always met with "That's the plan!"s, etc.

There were times that we (myself and my mother) had to lock ourselves in closets to hide from the chaos occurring in our home. Hearing glass shatter on the door while we cowered in fear.

I can vividly remember this man, who was supposed to be my hero, having wild bouts of rage, which were not limited to: * Driving erratically attempting to start fights with strangers * Going outside butt ass naked burning his belongings * Chasing people with baseball bats down the street just for looking at him wrong Many other things.

Again, I was a child - preteen and this was all I ever knew to be "normal". I thought everyone dealt with this.

Then, back in May of this year, Matthew (my biological father, I don't like to refer to him as Dad any longer. And yes, that's a fake name.) got jealous that I bought my mother (disabled, I won't specify how for privacy purposes) a tablet for Mother's Day, I had every intention of purchasing him one for Father's Day in June, and he was aware of this. (I was raised believing my life was fairly normal and forgiving someone who was toxic and emotionally abusive was "what you did". I seen my mom do it for twenty-six years.)

He, so kindly, was giving the tablet to another relative and I went to set it up for said relative so they could jump right into using it. Unfortunately, for both Matthew and myself, he didn't actually remove his information and, while myself, my children, and my mother were in the next room over from him, I caught him having cyber sex with another woman - a local woman.

There had been infidelity issues in the past and I addressed this with my mother (I'll skip most of this as I know it's just drama and not relevant to the creepy/terror factor).

Fast forward, my mother kicks Matthew out for all obvious reasons. We gather his belongings and let him know they're on the porch. (Neither of us destroyed or harmed them in any way, just sat them outside because she feared what he would do if he came back in the house. And yes, I know, we could have called the police to assist but we assumed it was unnecessary.)

Six hours later, after I've sat all day waiting for him to come (making sure no one stole/damaged it), he shows up to get his stuff and decides it's a good idea to start destroying most of it (expensive) there in the street and tries to bust out my mother's windows on her home (that she rents, no less). The entire time he is screaming at the top of his lungs how we're "bitches" and he "is going to go burn down my mother's best friends homes and kill their families", "catch my car on fire in the driveway", and, one of the more chilling things, he is claiming he is going to come back later to rape and murder my mother before burning the house down with both of them in it.

My mother and I, per what we were used to, were in complete fear and completely shut down in tears, in the fetal position hiding. If it weren't for my (thankfully) large husband being there to give us some sense of comfort, I think we would have become completely unhinged (we basically did.)

I ended up sneaking to a back room and getting a hammer to protect myself the best I could, as I was eight months pregnant with his grandchild, and calling the police telling them what was going on.

He managed to destroy the lock on the door and do some fairly major damage to the house and his property before he finally left, swearing he was going to return later to murder my mother.

After he left, he was sure to send me text messages letting me know there would be lots of blood for me to find and that I could go to my friends for sympathy (since he was going to kill my mother, my best friend.)

Thankfully the police made sure to keep an eye on my mom's house for quite some time afterword and I will always be thankful that my son (six) was not in the house when this occurred because I never want him to experience the things I did my entire life.

There was a complete disregard for the well-being of me, my mother, my son, or my unborn child that day. (He knows I'm a SAH mom and I always have my child-ren with me.)

So Matthew, wherever you are out there... I never want to ever meet again. Twenty-six years was enough.

(Edited because I was trying to fix my formatting.)

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 07:55AM by LiableBible http://ift.tt/2gHwNGJ LetsNotMeet

Efficiently using cannabis trees

I'm sure this as been asked numerous times. But what is the most efficient way to use cannabis? Vape, edibles, tea? I've tried making tea a few times but I feel as if it is not as strong as it should be. Tell me if I did something wrong. I added 2oz of trim (ground) onto a baking sheet and baked it at 240°F for 40minutes (decarb) then added that to a pan of melted butter. I let it simmer for about an 1hr 15min after getting all of the flower mixed in, while stirring it periodically. After the simmer I extracted the butter using a fine screened strainer and the back of a spoon. Let it sit in the refrigerator over night. I've done this before and baked cookies with the butter and they turned out great. This time around, I tried scooping out a table spoons worth and mixing it in with a cup of tea (as well as milk and honey), the effects are not as noticeable. The only difference between this time making butter than the last time with cookies is that I did not decarb it in the oven at all. But I've heard from people that do it often that decarbing is the best way to make it for recreational use. Did I get mixed up? And decarbing actually made it less potent? Any info or tips to make it more efficiently next time would be great. Sorry for the rambling.

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 07:57AM by bicknurke http://ift.tt/2fOQ9MF trees

Gone on the 4th of July nosleep

Joey Fisher disappeared on July 4th, 1985.

I was twelve. It happened under the watch of my own parents. Joey was one of four friends I brought along on a family camping trip to the Four Pines Campground outside of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

He was just-simply-gone.

There were thirty-five people across five families, including the young friends each family brought along, and nobody saw what happened. We had hiked on a trail, played badminton in a field and splashed around in the campground pool. By mid-morning, the adults started prepping food for the nightly barbeque, and we all held a sense of excitement knowing a fireworks show or two would surely be put on by the dads down by the campground lake later that night.

But things didn’t go that way. I was the first to notice he was missing. I thought maybe he had gone to the bathhouse or laid down for a nap. I scanned the area. I asked my buddies and they too realized he just wasn’t there.

We told the girls from the other families. Nobody could find him. The adults got involved, and of course, were not initially worried. But Joey was under my parents’ care, so even amid taunts from the other parents that he’d show up, they finally started looking too. Then families we didn’t know started looking. Then it was dusk.

The police lights and spotlights stayed on throughout the night. I slept some, but the foreboding excitement had me awake in fits-and-spurts. We were set to leave the next day, yet clearly we couldn’t return home without someone’s son.

But we did.

My memory of those days is of my mother crying and my father on the telephone, constantly—and then, my father crying. He could have been talking to Joey’s parents or maybe the other parents who were camping with us. Maybe it was even police or investigators. I’ve never asked. I carried on into high school. It was always there, but I never felt blame was put on my family. We were—and still are—good people. A family lost a son, but in our little hometown—a few hours away from Four Pines Campground—I suppose people simply understood that bad things happen, and any anger caused by a missing boy was properly transformed into sorrow and hope. But hope faded.

Joey was never seen again.

By 2013, I was long married with three kids of my own. My parents came down for the usual Christmas visit, toting along yet another batch of items they’d been storing in their attic for 30 or 40 years, passing it down to me to likely do just the same. I didn’t have time to sort through it all, but a few months later, I caught a break in my schedule and decided to pour over it. The prize was the old movie projector that took actual film rolls.

I remember many days being on the other side of that film. And the box was full of reels. I found a white wall in our basement and started reliving my youth.

And then—Four Pines Campground. Joey had only gone with us once, and I couldn’t imagine it was the same trip. We’d been there plenty of times. The police back then or whoever those men in suits were would surely have kept anything related to that trip as evidence.

There we were. Mike. Brandon. Aaron.

And Joey.

The film was jumpy. Summertime fun. A hike, some badminton and pool time. Then a group photo, it seemed. I only vaguely recall it. But there we were, thirty-five people lined up at the edge of the woods, smiling and laughing. There was no audio on the reels, but I heard it in my head.

And that’s when I saw him.

Not Joey.

HIM.

He lurked. And the name just came to me.

He was The Lurker.

How we hadn’t seen such a man at the campground is a mystery, because he was something anyone would never forget. He seemed halfway between six and seven feet tall and held a look of undernourishment. His face wasn’t clear, which made the sunken eyes and bald head more haunting. The torn overalls over his shirtless torso, and perhaps even body scars—he was there, in the shadows of the trees, just behind little Jenny Cassidy.

I rewound the old reel two or three times, then recalled burning a hole through the film from the heat of the lamp with this very same machine decades ago.

I shut it off and just sat there, heart pounding. I had to know more. I rewound, set up my phone and videotaped the scene playing out on my basement wall.

I spent the better part of the night—much to the chagrin of my wife—in my home office studying the tape. No, I didn’t see The Lurker grab Joey. But he was there. Joey was there. And then they both were gone.

This was fresh information suddenly burning at me from the inside to be let out. But let out to where? And to who? Was it time to bring back horrible memories and call my father and mother, now in their seventies? What about Joey’s family? They were still around – I’d see his siblings on Facebook now and again.

And it was horror, this man – this thing. Joey was dead and gone in everyone’s minds. Some semblance of peace had surely taken hold. For me to reach out and showcase a monstrous thing lurking around at the point of Joey’s disappearance - what would it prove? What if The Lurker in those shadows was instead a pretty lady in pigtails? Would my alarm have been the same? As chilling as it was, I realized I couldn’t tell anyone. I realized it could only hurt.

And it did hurt. Me. Badly.

For months, The Lurker was my last thought before going to bed and my first though upon waking. I saw his face in the morning shadows under sun-lit trees as I paused as stoplights. He was in my dreams.

He had come to me through just a few seconds of 28-year-old video footage, but my mind was filling in the blanks and this monster was growing stronger by the day. He was no longer malnourished but instead, ripped with wicked muscle, enough to break down my front door. I have three children and a beautiful wife.

I scoured the Internet for any cases of abductions or missing persons in the vicinity of the campground or local area. None. But I couldn’t avoid Joey’s face, scanned decades ago in dot-matrix as it appeared in our local paper after he went missing and now available eternally via Google search.

I hadn’t seen that picture in decades. Our copy yellowed over the years on the side of my parent’s refrigerator.

There was nothing left to do. The monster was growing. I had to share him. But before I did, I had to be armed with due-diligence. Like some strange self-flagellation, I had to take extra effort before sharing. Even if I failed, if I could at least show that I tried just once more to find another answer to explain-away The Lurker, then maybe the pain of telling Joey’s parents—or the pain in them listening—would be easier.

It was time to go camping.

Four Pines Campground looked about as I remembered it. 28 years of visitors, improvements and landscaping changes gave it a different feel. But there are some memories you don’t forget.

I found our camping spots, and even the spot where the group photo was taken. Other young families had pitched their tents here as had hundreds had before them, blissfully ignorant to the meaning of this place. I nodded politely, and walked into the woods.

Certainly, police or investigators would have scoured the entire area–even nearby towns. But that was 1985 in rural Pennsylvania. Maybe not. I continued deeper. I had only a moral compass, feeling that something might guide me, telling me it was right to share The Lurker with the people who had suffered so much already.

It was wilderness. I had carefully scanned every online map and every view for any clue of roads, buildings or anything that might now be or have ever been out behind our campground. But there was nothing – just about eight miles of forest, and then a bump of Appalachian mountain running across a long ridge and boxing it all in for 40 or 50 miles.

Walking at about three miles-per-hour through the woods, I figured I could make the ridge in a few hours. I’d be able to cover the flatlands well, and perhaps find whatever it was I was looking for, even if that was only a testimonial that I went to all lengths before unleashing this monster upon its unsuspecting victims.

Exhausted, I came to the foot of the ridge, sat on a log and asked myself what I was doing here. I didn’t come out to climb a mountain. My family was 800 miles away and I was in the middle of the woods looking for something–guidance, perhaps. My legs ached and my winded lungs burned. I pictured those rangers or police or even the local volunteers, perhaps sitting upon a log like this 28 years earlier, desperate to find a missing boy, but giving up hope.

Up. It was really hard to do. That’s why I suspected none of the searchers did it. Exhaustion beat them down, and perhaps that clouded their view of the merit in going up. But I had come this far. Others would move mountains to see a lost child again. So I’d have to climb one. Up. Serious fear set in with each step. I didn’t expect to find The Lurker. Even if I did, he’d be 28 years older. But I was moving farther away from everything I loved. My family–my life. I could fall or get hurt. I’d survive the night out here if I needed to. But each step forward brought a growing sense of danger where I felt as if each step back towards the campground—about an 8 mile hike through raw forest–would relieve it. Up. And there it was. I hadn’t spotted a single path, track or even a broken branch on the way up. Yet here stood this ramshackle building, a shanty-hut pieced together from the forage of the forest and pieces of trash collected from places unknown. Then I noticed the smell. Seems the flies had, too.

Maybe it was an old forest watch or hunter’s hut from the 1930s, repurposed for unknown means. But here it was in front of me, and I had had my new mission.

I took the Glock 9MM out of my pack, cocked it and placed it into my waistband. I went inside.

Then unmistakably—the hat. That green Russ’s Electric hat. The sponsor of my Little League team–and also Joey Fisher’s. It was the last thing I remembered about him. The Lurker lived here.

I raced around the place, looking for more clues. I found them. Everywhere.

Then The Lurker came home. He stood at the doorway, backlit by the sunshine. I couldn’t see his face–only the dark shadows of his eyes. 28 years later and I had solved the mystery. I was right. And armed.

I held my gun high and asked him, “why?” In a low, grumbling voice, The Lurker said, “ask yourself”.

He stepped towards me, and I shot him dead.

I soon found myself sitting on a rock and covered in dirt with a badly decayed, green Russ’s Electric hat in my hand.

I sat for a long, long time.

When I finally returned home, I reviewed the tape a final time.

As I knew it would be, there was nobody in the woods behind little Jenny Cassidy.

11/30/2016 Mrs. Fisher, Joey fell into a narrow ravine and I tried to save him. I tried as hard as I could. I tried and tried and tried. But he died. I buried him there, and I don’t know why. I’m so sorry. For all these years, I have not known. I could not remember. I did not remember. I don’t know why I did it. For all these years, I’ve lived a lie I did not remember telling and had no recollection of until now. I killed the monster that stopped me from knowing. There are no words. Please forgive me. I am so sorry.

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 05:53AM by breckenfall http://ift.tt/2ghoHb6 nosleep

Every time I open to refrigerator door, my standards for what I'm willing to eat go down. Showerthoughts

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Submitted November 30, 2016 at 04:31AM by RSHacker_Man http://ift.tt/2gTc8DM Showerthoughts

Help! Circuit breaker keeps jumping to the middle position and the only appliance on that line is a refrigerator electricians

It doesn't jump immediately, it typically takes some time before it jumps. Whatever the issue is, I think it killed my last refrigerator

Submitted November 30, 2016 at 02:15AM by sayWhatagainIdarey0u http://ift.tt/2gSZIMu electricians

I need help sorting my feelings out about my mother. raisedbynarcissists

I'm not exactly 100% that this is the right place to share my story and recent experiences I've had with my mother, but it's probably the best I will find.

As a child, my mother was my idol. I didn't really have a father, because he chose to remain absent for the majority of my life. My mom worked and went to school, so she received a lot of help from her mother raising my sister and I.

As we grew up, my views on my mother began to change. My sister and I saw some pretty fucked up shit because of her. For example, when we were about 6-7 (I'm the youngest) and 8-9, we went to use our mom's computer to play a game or something of that nature. Instead, we found pictures of people we didn't even know having sex in the bed we slept in. We watched our mom get so drunk on vacation one year, she punched her husband (at the time) in the jaw so hard, she broke it, all because he wouldn't give her the keys to her car. She went to Key West one year without us for vacation, and made us look at pictures of her and her friends naked, drunk and promiscuous get their bodies painted. When I was just finishing high school, she had just gone through a divorce. My sister and I were very supportive of her, though she acted ridiculous the entire time. She was drunk almost every day. She would show my friends and my boyfriend (at the time) pictures from a topless photoshoot her and one of her friends participated in. She would have loud, blatant sex with men she had just met in the house at almost any time of the day with my sister and I there.

So now, I'm twenty-four years old, and have been pretty sustainable on my own since my mom kicked me out the first time when I was eighteen. She took my only means of transportation and told me she would no longer help me pay for college (though I had only completed one semester at this point). So, without money or a vehicle, I figured my shit out and made it for several years on my own. Of course, about a week or two after kicking me out, she cried, apologized, and begged for me to come home. Thinking that I didn't want to further ruin my relationship with my mother, I stayed out on my own hoping it would help our relationship be better.

A couple years pass, and my boyfriend (at the time) and I decided to move out of state. We spent several years living on the Gulf. Last year, we separated and parted ways. My mother was there to help as much as she could, but would constantly remind me of where I went wrong in that relationship. When I would find myself in a moment of weakness and cry (we were together for five years), she would tell me, as she had told me for the majority of my life, "dry it up, drama queen," as if my feelings were completely invalid. She treated me as if I were wrong and dramatic for getting emotionally distraught about ANYTHING. I always tried to make myself see this as "tough love" and quickly move past it.

Fast forward to earlier this year. I put myself in a relationship with a man that did not love me and was emotionally abusive. Constantly told me I was a psycho, annoying, and would tell me to "put a plug in it" anytime I would cry. I called it off after my patience ran out. I confided in my mother. I had not mentioned previously how bad things were to her because I was incredibly embarrassed and didn't want to hear her "I told you so" attitude about it. She told me I was a disappointment, as she has many other times in my life, but agreed to help me. I had to get away from this horrible man, so I took up her offer on moving back in. Horrible mistake.

After about two months of living with my mother, things began to go downhill. Her best friend, my aunt, was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer, to which we were all devastated by. About a week after that, her husband (another man she married in 2012) walked out on her, then our family dog of 12 years ran away. All of these horrible things effected my sister and I, but my mother didn't want to hear it.

I spent weeks trying to comfort my mom. I stayed in bed with her until she fell asleep. I would be with her anytime she would cry, no matter what the time. I took on the responsibility of caring for both of our dogs. I helped keep up with the chores, meals and yard work (the house sat on two acres) and tend to the pool. Nothing helped for a while. She was just sad.

After the sadness passed, she began to find her confidence again and, I suppose, that's when the anger became apparent. She took all of her stresses out on me. I was her emotional punching bag, if you will. Well, this began to take a toll on me. I voiced my opinion about it, and she blew up. She told me she was going to shoot herself to "put me out of misery", to which I panicked and flipped the fuck out. She came home to me crying and panicking, and told me, as always, to "dry it up, drama queen" as if nothing had happened.

She started getting into the old habit of bringing random men home and blatantly having sex with them. She also began to think that her shit didn't stink. Then, one day, she blew up.

I had just gotten off work, and was packing my bag to go spend a weekend with my boyfriend. My mother comes back from a date. She's drunk, I can tell, and immediately goes to the refrigerator for another beer. That morning, before I went into work, had already made tension for the current setting. She said some hateful jeers, and I walked away crying. She kept shouting through the house about how horrible I am, calling me selfish, childish, spoiled, etc.; she shouted anything that she knew would get under my skin. I yelled, "stop being a piece of shit" and that's when it happened: my mother lunged at me, hitting me in my face and wrapping her hands around my neck, exclaiming "I've been waiting to do this for a very long time." I pushed her off of me, and it continued from there. She grabbed my keys and kept demanding that I leave. I couldn't go anywhere without my keys. She told me she hated me. I got my keys back and began gathering my shit to leave. That's when the situation became life-changing. She grabbed her gun and pointed it at me. She told me to leave. I told her I would leave as soon as I was finished gathering my belongings and things for school. She told me to leave, or she was going to shoot. I told her to do it. She cocked the gun, and I left.

Still to this day, I cannot erase the image of my mother pointing a loaded gun at me out of my head. Every day, I think about how she should have killed me, which fucks with me endlessly. It's been about three months since that happened. I never really got an apology, though I apologized to her for saying some horrible things out of anger. My sister is upset by it all, and keeps telling me to make it right. The thing is, I don't want to continue having a relationship with my mother. She crossed a major line by bringing a gun into a situation strictly out of anger. I cannot trust her and I do not feel safe being around her.

The entire reason why I wrote this novel (sorry guys) was so that I could gather opinions from others, maybe some who has been in a similar situation. Am I selfish for not wanting to keep a relationship with my mother? Am I just being crazy? What would you do in my shoes? Any sort of answer on this will help tremendously.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 10:52PM by Superslowsloth http://ift.tt/2gFiUc7 raisedbynarcissists

[FP] Lemon Pepper Chicken & Parmesan Roasted Green Beans keto

My boyfriend and I have made this several times now and love it every time - he's not even watching what he eats (he is blessed with a slim build no matter what he eats) but he gobbles it up and asks for more. Here is a picture of the finished meal. This is my first time trying to post a photo, so I hope I did that right. Here are the instructions:

Lemon Pepper Chicken (marinade): 1 tbsp lemon rind, grated * 4 tbsp lemon juice * 3 tbsp olive oil * 4 garlic cloves, minced * 1/2 tsp salt * 1 tbsp fresh coarse black pepper or cracked peppercorns.

Soak 1lb of thin sliced (we've also used tenderloins, like pictured) chicken breast in the mixture for 4-8 hours in the refrigerator. When you're ready to cook, take it out on the counter, massage the chicken & mixture around (it thickens up) and leave it on the counter while you're prepping the oven. We lined an 8x8 pan with foil and cooked it for 35 minutes at 350 degrees F - came out perfectly. I figured the nutrition info for 2 servings in the batch, but you could cut that down to 4 servings and still get plenty of chicken. Nutrition Info (for a total of 2 servings in the batch): Calories: 442 * Total Fat: 23g * Net Carbs: 4g * Fiber: 2g * Sugar: 1g * Protein: 52g.

Now for the Parmesan Roasted Green Beans, which is a Skinnytaste recipe:

12 oz green beans, trimmed (make sure they are dry) * 2 tsp olive oil * kosher salt + fresh cracked pepper to taste * 1/4 tsp garlic powder * 1 1/2 tbsp shredded parmesan.

Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Line baking sheet with aluminum foil. Lay green beans out on the baking sheets and drizzle the olive oil on them, then season with the salt, pepper and garlic powder. Toss evenly to coat. Spread them out on the baking sheet so that they lay flat and place on lower third section of your oven. Bake for 10 minutes, shake the pan to turn; bake another 5 minutes. Remove from the oven & sprinkle the parmesan cheese.

Nutrition Info (4 servings): Calories: 55 * Total Fat: 3g * Net Carbs: 3.5g * Fiber: 3g * Sugar: 0g * Protein: 2.5g.

If you decide to try this, hope you enjoy it! We sure do!

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 08:50PM by dizzylizzie86 http://ift.tt/2gCefvf keto

Netflix is like a refrigerator filled with food but with nothing I want to eat Showerthoughts

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Submitted November 29, 2016 at 06:21PM by Awyeaah420 http://ift.tt/2fxATFh Showerthoughts

A refrigerator in Antarctica would be a heater. Showerthoughts

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Monday, November 28, 2016

THIS REFRIGERATOR IS WHITE!, YouTube Video, 6:20 Minutes Art

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azr__SDUR-s

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 11:19AM by rockyelmore1 http://ift.tt/2gCWI2k Art

What's the weirdest thing you've seen in someone else's refrigerator? AskReddit

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Submitted November 29, 2016 at 10:10AM by danbrownskin http://ift.tt/2gQC3fB AskReddit

Me every time I walk up to someone's fridge to get ice from the dispenser, I purposely set it to water and yell.... dadjokes

...."I think your refrigerator is broken. This ice is coming out melted!"

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 08:12AM by DudeWheresMyEmpanada http://ift.tt/2gCg4ob dadjokes

In the cold darkness GoRVing

I sit here in the darkness of my RV (30' travel trailer ) the cold approaches. Shore power has been out since Saturday night. We were merely watching TV and warming dinner in the microwave with a couple lights on. Nothing unusual or taxing to the electrical system. Something somewhere popped and blew. Yet none of my circuit breakers tripped. I'm the only trailer in the park. It is a bit of an unusual situation. But it is comfortable and a gated community. Moving my cord to other power poles proved no better as with the landlords help a breaker on his side was tripped. All of the receptacle boxes seem to be in poor condition anyway, old. So he put in a new box for me and we put on the new trailer cap. This is weird my trailer is 110, yet the cord and all the receptacles in the park or wired using what appears to be a 220 connector. I replaced one tandem breaker but cannot find 30 15 tandem breaker locally to replace my main. But it does not seem to be malfunctioning. A local electrical engineer verified power to the pole and power inside my circuit box Sunday but there's no power to my outlets or appliances for an unknown reason. I'm sitting in the dark because I can conserve a little battery power as the inverter is running the refrigerator from the battery back up. I actually have lights but did not need one at this moment. Hopefully a little electrician I called today will be able to arrive in the morning and fix things. But everyone is really stumped at what the problem is. If I recall correctly this is a 2009 model and on the side of the trailer it says sunset trails crossroads. Hopefully this is not a model loan for spontaneous combustion from electrical issues. Yes I should probably replace the breaker box full of tandem breakers with the real breaker box. But that's not gonna happen anytime soon. Any ideas what the heck is going on, at this point speculation or Voice of experience is welcome as it really looks like we should have power.

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 05:04AM by elf25 http://ift.tt/2fv3Thc GoRVing

refrigerators have lights. they're made for having midnight snacks. Showerthoughts

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Submitted November 29, 2016 at 04:23AM by fastyfoxy http://ift.tt/2fFR2no Showerthoughts

Ehrlich Bachmann Jokes

Is your refrigerator running? this is mike hunt.

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 03:38AM by FuckKarmaAndFuckYou http://ift.tt/2gzTVdV Jokes

[H] $575 1br of 3br - (Wicker Park/ Damen & Division) chicagoroommates

Craigslist link with pictures at the end

$575 / 1br of 3br - (Wicker Park/ Damen & Division) Located in Wicker Park. I’ve recently had some family move to the city and offer me a place to stay. With this interest, I am looking to assign my tenancy to someone else. Wicker Park is a family friendly neighborhood with excellent amenities, food, parks, and nightlife. The room itself is not of great size (refer to pictures, sorry for the mess :-/), but definitely livable for those that are space conscious. Also, the rent and landlord are both stellar.

The lease terms would be from Dec. 1st (at the earliest) to May 31st.

Locational features: • Walking equidistant to both Damen & Division blue line stops • Half a mile to 90/94, gas station right on the corner, permit free parking nearby (rarely have to search more than 5-10 minutes for a nearby spot) • Bus stops less than 100 feet away • Blocks to a 24-hour supermarket • Walkscore-96 Bikescore-98 • Nearby parks with baseball, basketball, and playgrounds • Many restaurants, bars, cafes, and unique stores • Trendy/artsy district

Features of the house: • Central heat/air conditioning • Dishwasher • Refrigerator • Oven • Washer & Dryer – shared • Two levels- two common areas • Shared bathroom • Tenants pay gas/electricity

My current roommates are pleasant people (male/mid-20’s) without preference of gender for a roommate. I’d be happy to answer any further questions you may have. My preferred method of contact is text but feel free to email me as well.

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Submitted November 29, 2016 at 03:52AM by Rolly_Polly_Olly http://ift.tt/2fFQOwu chicagoroommates

26 [M4F] #Berlin wanna have some fun and give some pleasure RandomActsOfBlowJob

Brazilian guy living in Berlin, not used to this refrigerator weather, wants some body heat. Looking to get some drinks and giving head to some nice, clean and fun woman (cis or trans). I have a place. If you are interested we can exchange more infos via PM.

Submitted November 29, 2016 at 01:52AM by soultosqueez http://ift.tt/2fJJa7D RandomActsOfBlowJob

Scam (Bronx) FreeStuffNYC

FREE FURNITURE & MORE(bronx longfellow avenue) Moving to Puerto Rico and im giving away everything... Kinh size bed, night stands Dressers All kitchen appliances, toast, knives, microwave, stove, refrigerator, etc... Sofa bed, t v stand, lamps, [...]

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FREE FURNITURE & MORE FreeStuffNYC

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Submitted November 28, 2016 at 09:00PM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2gyMQKz FreeStuffNYC

Me [27 F] with my in-laws [64/63 M/F] 3 years, will not help me clean up after dog relationships

I have lived with my in-laws for over 3 years now. Since then I have had 2 children. I have a 3 year-old little girl [potty training] and a 15-month old boy [crawler]. My in-laws have a chihuahua. This chihuahua has caused me great stress since day 1 of living here. Beyond his loud and blood-curdling sounds nature, he has a problem with urinating in specific places in the house.

This dog used to be house-trained and would go outside to relieve himself. There used to be another dog here that would go with him. Then another dog moved in and was very territorial and started peeing on everything and that made our current territorial dog regress and start peeing everywhere. Now the other two dogs are gone and we are left with a chihuahua who still pees in the house. He only has three specific places he goes (sometimes more if it's raining): The pantry doorway, the powder room doorway, and the bottom of the refrigerator.

Now moving in with my in-laws I basically got a crash-course in the fact that some people run a home and just live differently. I have put aside a lot of my own ways of living just to adhere to how they live (i.e.; separating recycling, doing certain things around the kitchen that i find unnecessary but its how they like it.)

Now onto the real problem that keeps me awake at night sometimes: Since my daughter turned 2 and i had a newborn I have been more adamant and consistent in cleaning up those spots the dog likes to pee because A) My daughter is allowed to used the bathroom in her home and should not have to step over pee; B) My baby will be crawling and since this is his home too, we shouldn't have to circumvent urine in order for him to explore and play. Now I have voiced my reasoning as to why I find that it's necessary to clean the urine as soon as we see it and everyone has agreed. So I have a method of every morning I do a "pee sweep" and check the usual places and clean it up. Every time I clean up this pee, I can just feel my face get hot and I well up with frustration and anger and I'm pretty pissed off for a couple of minutes. I usually vent to my husband about it and he tells me he'll help. Everyone tells me they'll help, but yet I'm still seeing it every day and cleaning it every day.

Now I'm used to standing a distance from the pantry when I want to eat something just because I'm used to standing away because I want to avoid pee. I'm used to stepping over the doorway of the powder room because I don't want to step in pee. I'm an adult and I know to look out for these things. I've told my MiL before that Yeah, maybe if I lived here and didn't have kids that I might be able to ignore it sometimes because I know better to not step in it, but my kids don't. Again I was met with her agreeing with me.

It finally happened. My daughter said she had to go potty so I told her to go to the toilet and I'll meet her to wipe. As I turn the corner to the hallway wi th the bathroom, I see it. A yellow puddle perfectly shaped to my daughter's foot. Fortunately everyone was asleep except for my husband who I insisted he clean it up while I cleaned off her foot. That's all he did. He didn't check the pantry and low-and-behold when I go to get breakfast, there's a dried up puddle right there in the doorway of the pantry.

Sorry I'm starting to go on a tangent now. I've told my husband several times that I'm at my limit. I can't just keep putting it aside when it bothers me so much. My in-laws are nothing but giving and nice to me, and in turn I am always nice, clean up after myself as much as possible, I even clean up after them without complaint because I love them. But. this. dog!!

Anytime we have had any disagreements it's been about the dog! I can't even say that we've even had "disagreements" because everyone always agrees with me! Then why am I still the one cleaning it up for my kids?? My MiL tells me to TELL HER when I see the puddles. I've told her numerous times that it makes me uncomfortable to tell her so and that if I see it I'm just going to get it. I want her to see it before me. Like jesus, lady, the dog sleeps with you! Check the usual spots before you go to bed because that's when he does it!!

So now our house has mice and my FiL set up mouse-traps and caught 2 mice last night in the matter of a few hours. SO one mouse got away, but no scotch-free, he obviously caught a limb and now there's dried up blood on the floor downstairs that I get to go clean up ALONG with dried up dog pee on the floor. Do I seriously have to get on my hands and knees and beg for some help in cleaning up the dog pee? Should the responsibility of the dog pee be solely on my hands because it's only me who's bothered by it? Am I crazy and people just let their dogs pee everywhere?

Now I will say I live in a big house in a nice neighborhood. It's a 5 bed/3 bath house with a game room. We live in a heavily wooded area. Besides the bog pee my mother-in-law is kind of like a pack-rat/not exactly hoarder. I keep the house as clean as I can but I just can't with this dog anymore.

Would I be wrong to have an "It's me or the dog" discussion with my in-laws or is that not fair?

I am so heated right now I'm sorry if this is kind of rambling I tried to be precise and descriptive. I am seriously at the end of my rope and I'm really not trying to go crazy on my in-laws because I really do love them and want to keep peace!

tl;dr: Chihuahua pees around the house. Have tried to be understanding but I can't subject my kids to being around it anymore. Being nice isn't working. What can I do?

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 09:55PM by seb4790 http://ift.tt/2fEOB4J relationships

We discuss The Refrigerator. You guessed it, a movie about a killer refrigerator. movies

https://youtu.be/4TCVc42yOb8

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 07:57PM by spud1114 http://ift.tt/2fIyDcS movies

The Refrigerator - our review of the horror/comedy horror

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TCVc42yOb8

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 05:53PM by spud1114 http://ift.tt/2gnBg2e horror

Lightweight whiteboy Drugs

So my gf had me hold onto her weed and also let me smoke some. I had been smoking pretty consistently for the past week but that's about it. So I go into my backyard, set up a chair, grab her lighter, weed, and her roll uh bowl. Take one big and smoke that for about 15 min. Now I'm completely alone other than my tiny white dog roxy. She's cute af. At first I don't really feel much until I stand up. That weird ass feeling of gravity shifting is the first sign for me being high as shit. So I walk inside and into the kitchen. Pop in my headphones and start listening to some electronic music and oooooohhh my god. I honest to god, stood in front of my refrigerator, trying to get food out but the music was so good that I couldn't stop dancing. It took what felt like an hour but was probably 15 minutes to open the fridge only to close it again and start dancing more. At this point my tiny dog walked up to me looking a little concerned. I just started laughing and petting her face, she was so soffftt omg. After that I just kinda floated through my house dancing by myself and laughing at how good everything felt. I do remember thinking of how funny some of the things I was doing might have looked from another persons perspective which got me laughing. Great experience but I haven't got high since cuz I hate the feeling of throwing up when I finishing smoking a nug, idk if that's just me but it's a gross feeling. Other than that it was an incredible night. Just wanted to share

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 02:32PM by Bonpyre http://ift.tt/2gB8k7o Drugs

Sunday, November 27, 2016

The EU ruined Star Wars. CharacterRant

Ok, so the title is hyperbolic, kind of. Really the EU just ruined Jedi and the force and things related to them. How many people actually clearly remember when Episode 1 came out? I do. I remember all the endless bitching about midichlorians and how they ruined muh space magic by attempting to quantify what was supposed to be this mystic thing.

But you know what? That shit has been happening for as long as books about Star Wars have been written, and games about Star Wars have been in development. The EU is obsessed with quantifying EVERYTHING about the franchise. Lightsabers are a rare, exotic weapon because guns are better than swords. Why would your average infantry use an extremely dangerous laser sword when you can pick up a more versatile, more efficient weapon that also doesn't require years of practice to become proficient with? You know, the same list of reasons we switched to guns in real life?

I mean it seems obvious, right? Sure lightsabers can redirect blaster bolts, but people in real life have trouble hitting a 90mph baseball pitch reliably when it's thrown directly in front of them. No amount of training is going to make that shit reliable against plasma weapons unless, you know, you're some kind of precognitive space wizard. But no, Lightsabers also produce some kind of bullshit gyroscopic force because cycling plasma or some nonsense. That's the REAL reason no one uses them. Gotta make it explicit so people understand.

The Emperor was intimidating because he was a crazy space warlock who could shoot goddamn lightning out of his hands. That stops being impressive when you find out that 'force lightning' is some mid tier crap ability that every Sith gets when they hit fifth level. You know what's awesome? An order of dudes that are so in tune with the natural energy that pervades the universe that they gain superhuman abilities and telekinesis. They get stronger through training, becoming more in tune with the natural energies of the universe, and their creativity in how they use these skills.

What isn't awesome is a bunch of guys who know force push, force pull, force choke, force shield, force devastation, force open the refrigerator, and force jerking off. Aren't those all essentially the same thing anyway? Nope, every single little thing needs a name and a stat sheet. Watching Return of the Jedi for the first time, lightning just seemed like a thing that the Emperor could do. It certainly wasn't the most efficient way to kill Luke, because he wasn't trying to. Who knows what else he could have done? I mean, we never will now, because Force Lightning is just the thing that evil Jedi do. It's what basically all of them do.

And that's sad.

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 11:08AM by Orphanim http://ift.tt/2gmqZ6v CharacterRant

We loaded a full sized double door refrigerator onto this Korean lift truck mildlyinteresting

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Submitted November 28, 2016 at 09:51AM by oilcanboogie http://ift.tt/2gxg74X mildlyinteresting

How do electronic refrigerator ice makers work? [more info inside] answers

I took one apart and all I found was a heating element (assuming).

Pics:

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Submitted November 28, 2016 at 07:10AM by whitesombrero http://ift.tt/2fCPc6S answers

CHALLENGE: $35/month electric bill. Frugal

Here's my usage... Constant: refrigerator, and laptop (battery's dead). Occasional: space heater, television. Always plugged-in but rarely turned on: stove/oven, microwave, coffee maker, phone charger, two lamps, radio.

Now, I realize my bill is already pretty low, but I'd still like some suggestions (if anyone would know, it would be you guys). Also, when I have to run the A/C in the summer, are there any alternative besides opening all of my windows?

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 07:17AM by sonofdick http://ift.tt/2fq4XD2 Frugal

[Offer]/[Share] Large room, great view (SF Richmond District - $1200/mo - Avail Dec 1st) SFBayHousing

Hello! We have a large private room with a great view in our apartment that will be available starting December 1st, 2016.

There are some furnishings in the room including a bed and a few other things that can stay or be removed depending on what you want. They are lightly used and pretty new.

There are three other room mates - you will be sharing a bathroom with two of them and the master bedroom has its own bathroom so he uses that one. There are two refrigerators, each shared by two people. The kitchen and living room are available for use by everyone in the apartment. High speed internet is available of course, and laundry is in the building.

We are pretty laid back and we like to keep it low key - not looking for someone who's going to bring the party home all the time (though guests are welcome). Ideally you are fully employed, friendly and generally clean.

Rent is $1200/mo + bills, realistically you're looking at about $1300~/mo total To move-in you will need to put down the first months rent and a $500 security deposit

In your response please include a little bit about you, what you do for work and a social media link or two.

I'll provide a link with some pictures of the room and apartment a little later.

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 06:48AM by v1tality http://ift.tt/2g8nvqu SFBayHousing

What's the most outdated item in your refrigerator or freezer? AskReddit

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Submitted November 28, 2016 at 06:52AM by SnowedOutMT http://ift.tt/2fUiVsU AskReddit

I'm trying to further reduce my electric bill. Any suggestions? Frugal

I live a very frugal life. I have a small, one bedroom apartment on the second floor and pay about $35/month in electric. But, this is only in the winter when I can run my electric space heater per room (instead of the central A/C unit in the summer when my bill runs up to $65/month). Here's my usage... Constant: refrigerator, and laptop (battery's dead). Occasional: space heater, television. Always plugged-in but rarely turned on: stove/oven, microwave, coffee maker, phone charger, two lamps, radio. Now, I realize my bill is already pretty low, but I'd still like some suggestions (if anyone would know, it would be you guys). Also, when I have to run the A/C in the summer, are there any alternative besides opening all of my windows?

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 07:03AM by sonofdick http://ift.tt/2g8rd39 Frugal

Building my first PC. Please review my setup buildapc

Hi everyone, thanks for taking a look at my build. with my old laptop coming close to biting the dust and some sales coming up, I'm thinking of finally building a PC like I've always wanted.

I intend to use my computer mostly for mid-end gaming. I want to be able to run newer games like The witcher 3 at a decent framerate with average settings at 1080p resolution. I'll also be using it for low intensity purposes, like internet browsing and watching videos and movies.

I want to be able to do all of this in a roughly $700 price tag (not including keyboard, monitor and speakers), all while staying in a small form factor. Form factor is huge for me (no pun intended), I move around a lot and I don't want to be hauling a refrigerator everywhere I go. with that in mind, I do not intend to overclock this computer. Since it has to be compact I don't want excessive heat to become an issue.

Here's my build so far. I mostly stuck with recommendations from the sidebar, they were very helpful. I'm purchasing all my parts from the USA.

PCPartPicker part list / Price breakdown by merchant

Type	Item	Price
CPU	Intel Core i3-6100 3.7GHz Dual-Core Processor	$104.99 @ B&H
Motherboard	MSI H110I Pro Mini ITX LGA1151 Motherboard	$67.98 @ Newegg
Memory	Team Elite Plus 4GB (1 x 4GB) DDR4-2133 Memory	$22.98 @ Newegg
Memory	Team Elite Plus 4GB (1 x 4GB) DDR4-2133 Memory	$22.98 @ Newegg
Storage	Kingston SSDNow KC400 512GB 2.5" Solid State Drive	$159.99 @ B&H
Video Card	Zotac GeForce GTX 1050 Ti 4GB Mini Video Card	$129.99 @ Newegg
Case	Thermaltake Core V1 Mini ITX Tower Case	$28.99 @ Newegg
Power Supply	Thermaltake TR2 500W 80+ Gold Certified ATX Power Supply	$63.99 @ SuperBiiz
Operating System	Microsoft Windows 10 Home OEM 64-bit	$85.58 @ OutletPC
	Prices include shipping, taxes, rebates, and discounts
	Total (before mail-in rebates)	$727.47
	Mail-in rebates	-$40.00
	Total	$687.47
	Generated by PCPartPicker 2016-11-27 19:57 EST-0500

I could probably save some money by having a smaller SDD for the OS and a hard disk for storage, but I'm worried I'll run out of room in my tiny shoebox case. If I run out of storage on the drive I can always add additional drives later, right?

what do you think of my build? Any bottlenecks? Any pitfalls I'm stepping into? I'm new to building PC's so I'm not sure if there's any mistakes I'm making. The biggest area of confusion for me is the graphics card. I'm not sure how to tell what the most powerful ones are, but the one I have listed had good reviews.

Thanks again for taking a look and please let me know what you think!

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 06:48AM by OatsNraisin http://ift.tt/2g8rdjF buildapc

[Offer]/[Share] Large room, great view (SF Richmond District - $1200/mo - Avail Dec 1st) SFBayHousing

Hello! We have a large private room with a great view in our apartment that will be available starting December 1st, 2016.

There are some furnishings in the room including a bed and a few other things that can stay or be removed depending on what you want. They are lightly used and pretty new.

Rent is $1200/mo + bills, realistically you're looking at about $1300~/mo total To move-in you will need to put down the first months rent and a $500 security deposit

In your response please include a little bit about you, what you do for work and a social media link or two.

I'll provide a link with some pictures of the room and apartment a little later.

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 06:48AM by v1tality http://ift.tt/2g8nvqu SFBayHousing

What's the most outdated item in your refrigerator or freezer? AskReddit

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Submitted November 28, 2016 at 06:52AM by SnowedOutMT http://ift.tt/2fUiVsU AskReddit

I'm trying to further reduce my electric bill. Any suggestions? Frugal

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 07:03AM by sonofdick http://ift.tt/2g8rd39 Frugal

Breeder's Carbon Legacy childfree

Beyond sick of listening to breeders fret about the environment.

And breeders, you don't get to lecture anyone about their lifestyles, ever. This is because birthing carbon-spewing units is by far the most environmentally destructive thing you have done in your life -- and nothing will ever undo or reverse your destructive decision. From Reproduction and the carbon legacies of individuals, the authoritative Oregon State University study:

Below are a few examples of how much carbon dioxide (in metric tons) is saved over a lifetime (80 years) by a typical American for certain actions, including not having one child.

Increase car's fuel economy from 20 to 30 mpg: 148
Reduce miles driven from 231 to 155 per week: 147
Replace single-glazed windows with energy-efficient windows: 121
Replace ten 75-watt incandescent bulbs with 25-watt energy-efficient lights: 36
Replace old refrigerator with energy-efficient model: 19
Recycle newspapers, magazines, glass, plastic, aluminum and steel cans: 17
Reduce number of children by one (with emissions fixed at 2005 per-capita values): 9,441

The conclusion:

Clearly, the potential savings from reduced reproduction are huge compared to the savings that can be achieved by changes in lifestyle. For example, a woman in the United States who adopted the six non-reproductive changes in Table 3 would save about 486 tons of CO2 emissions during her lifetime, but, if she were to have two children, this would eventually add nearly 40 times that amount of CO2 (18,882 t) to the earth's atmosphere.

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 05:18AM by FUMoney http://ift.tt/2g86psw childfree

Evil Never Dies nosleep

So I guess I'll start this story at the beginning. Seems like the appropriate place to start. I grew up in the lower Westchester County in New York. A town called Yonkers. Right on the Bronx border of New York City. My circle of friends were I guess what you would call 'metal heads'. Prominently Thrash/Death metal. We would take the Subway to see Slayer, Anthrax, Possessed, etc. at L'amours and the Ritz every weekend. We would hang out in this place called Untermyer Park, where the Son of Sam David Berkowitz and his buddies would hang out.

My high School was also on this vast campus once known as the Wartburg Estate, where we would cut class, and venture in to the woods to do what high school kids do at the 'Water Tower'. It basically looked like a medieval castle in the middle of the woods. There was also a pentagram painted on the middle of the floor. And it was a real one. Not by drunken teenagers. It was real. I was well read in the occult by that point, and I knew what it was. I would go downtown to 21st. Street to buy Crowley books and what not, and it was the real thing. Later I would learn it was the Son of Sam people, but that's another story. I'm just trying to give you my back ground. Now I guess I'll start this story. It's a bit of a doozy.

So after I graduated I got accepted to a college in the Boston area. A little satellite town. I eventually met a girl, beautiful tall blonde. She was a local and still lived at home, in a town called Dover. It was actually the home of the 'Dover Demon' in the 1980's. People claimed to see it on the deserted byways back then. Her family was so prominent that the street she lived on was named after her moms maiden name. The house was a vast old New England colonial. Her parents were very accepting of me, besides the fact her dad was very religious and we sometimes butted heads on the subject. But we both shared a love of playing guitar, so we did have that to bond with.

This progressed, and the first time we were intimate I noticed she had a third nipple. A little third nipple a couple of inches beneath her left breast. Now, being somewhat schooled on the subject, I knew that was the sign of the Witch. The third nipple is the one that demons and imps supple on. “You have a third nipple, that's the sign of the Witch.” I said. “Yeah, I know, my aunt is a Witch.” she replied. That got me a bit excited. I was always fascinated with the Salem trials and all that. The whole New England Witch thing. “So, she's for real?” I asked. “Oh yeah. For real.” She said. “So, can I maybe talk to her?” I asked again. “Well, she doesn't really talk anymore. Something is wrong with her and they can't diagnose it.” She seemed perplexed. “Do you practice?” I inquired. Very curious. “I try not to anymore”. She said. And I left it at that. For a wile.

So during the Summer I returned to New York. I would travel up to Boston to see her. Her parents realized were were in love, as did mine, and we'd travel back and forth to see each other. I'd sleep in her bed and she would sleep in mine. It was fucking bliss. I remember seeing Lollapalooza at Great Woods that Summer. Ministry was amazing. I was 21 and had a woman that I loved, music was still good, and all was perfect. Until the shit started.

It was a Saturday night in August. We had plans to meet up at her house around 9 PM, as I was working and had to leave from there. The whole three hour drive I had a real creepy felling. Like someone was walking over my grave. But I just cranked the music and kept on driving. I just wanted to see my girl. And around 9:15, I did.

Normally I would ring the front door bell and she would answer. I ringed several times and no response. I also noticed a couple of extra cars perked in the drive way, so I figured she had some friends over. We still partied hard in those days, and thought she was in the back drinking with friends. So I went around back, checked the back door, and it was open.

The first thing I saw was the ouija board. Dancing like a ballerina. I knew that was bad. The second thing was her eyes all white up in her skull, and she was in a trance. The third was four other women, two older and two younger. I knew the two younger ones, her friends, but I never saw the older ones before. I wondered if one of them was her aunt, but soon discovered it wasn't. “You're piece of meat is here. The Semetic. Though he is lovely.” One of the older ones said. “I see how you lust for him.” Said the other. The two younger ones just looked away in guilt. “Though he did walk where Jesus walked.” Said the first. Which was true. I did walk that in Jerusalem. “Perhaps he should have died there too.” Said the second. So now, is when I freaked. “What the fuck is going on here?” I screamed. Like I didn't already know. “And who the fuck are you two? And how dare you speak to me like that?” At that moment my girl snapped out of the trance. “Steve, is that you?” she said. “Yes, it's me. What have you done?” At that moment every one literally ran out of the room. I heard cars starting. She started sobbing. “I don't know.” She stated. “Did you mention my name?” I asked. I knew the answer already. “I might have. I get into trances.” “Who were those old bitches?” I was livid. “Friends of my aunt.” She tearfully replied. So now begins when I met the aunt. I made her soak the ouija board in salt and burned it. I won't be in a house with one of those things in it. So the next day we went to our favorite Brunch place. After enjoying Eggs Benidict and a few Bloody Mary's we made our way out. And there she was. Aunt Pit.

She was in a wheelchair escorted by a care giver. She didn't look well. Once she saw my girl she freaked and started to mumble something in the middle of the restaurant. They hugged each other, and then her eyes fixed on me. The woman was in the middle of some fucked up undiagnosable illness. But when we locked eyes, I heard, “It will find you”. Great brunch. If it was 'he' or 'she' will find you would have been a lot better. So when we get home, I asked. “Has anyone ever died in this house?” 'Um, yeah, my Uncle died of pneumonia.” “Where?” I asked. “In my room.” She said.

We went to sleep. She had to wake up for work the next day. I slept in. It was a really hot morning in New England. I remember I was sleeping on my stomach. Now, I've had sleep paralysis, but only when I slept on my back when I napped. This thing went way beyond that. I was about to wake up, and I heard breathing. Really heavy breathing. Then the hands around my throat. And weight on my back. And I heard the breathing. But it spoke. Out of 1000 dirty lungs it spoke - “Go back to New York Jew Boy”. Now not only was this offensive and racist, but I'm technically half Jewish and Protestant. Bastard didn't even knew what I was. But I was beginning to figure out what it was. So a few nights later I was alone in the house. I was watching TV. Then I heard. “ Hi Sssss.” It whispered in my ear. I've stuttered all my life, and that pissed me off. My first name begins with a 'S'. I knew it was for real. I was sober as a Judge. “ Go fuck yourself motherfucker!” I yelled. “Give me your name!” I demanded. “My name cannot be spoken Kike. And as I've seen your family die in the Second War, I will see you die too” I had family die in Concentration Camps. I was livid. “Fuck you!” I screamed without almost throwing up.

That's when time and all conscience left me as I ever knew it. The room became lopsided. Everything looked burned. There were burn marks everywhere. I felt like I had to vomit, I smelled liked burnt flesh. And I couldn't see correctly. It felt like a bad LSD trip. They had a cat named Mustard, and it came into the room, with glowing eyes. Staring at me. Normally, cats would run away from this shit, but it was stalking me.

Then I heard the commotion upstairs. First was the rocking chair. I know it's a cliché, but there was one in the attic. At first it rocked slowly, but it got faster. Then as I was about to run to my car, I heard the music. I later found out it was 'Deutshland Erwache'. So I'm now frozen. How was this music playing? I didn't know entity’s had boom boxes. Immediately I regained my wits, and knew it was time to bolt. The foot steps coming down the stairs was a good sign too.

I ran. The cat even took a swipe at me. But I jumped over the little bastard and bolted for the door. It was winter in New England, and the driveway was basically a sheet of ice. I made it out only to slip and bust my ass. And I still heard the foot steps becoming louder. It sounded like a fucking army.

I was in a fair amount of pain, but I got up. The foot steps were at the door, and I got up to face whatever this thing was. Then the headlights lit up the drive way. It was my girl coming home from work. I jumped into the passenger seat. “Um, I don't think we should go in there” I said. “Why? Whats wrong?” She could see the concern in my face. “Um, there's something in there.” “What?” She asked. That’s when I saw the silhouette of something staring at us from upstairs. “That!” I yelled, and pointed to. “I don't see anything.” She replied. “You don't see that?” “No, I don't.”

And then it was gone. I told her what happened, and I begged her to come with me to New York, but she had to work the next day. “Oh, that's just Uncle Ritch messing with you, don't mind him. He's harmless.” I knew quite well that it wasn't only uncle fuckin' Ritch. “Please come inside, I need you.” So I did whatever any man would do. I wasn't going to leave her alone in that house. So I went back in. It was totally quiet. Too quiet. No hum from the refrigerator, nothing. The heat was off. After we manually ignited the heat, and checked the fuses, we went upstairs. “So who's Uncle Ritch?” I asked. “Not the nicest person. He still likes to play jokes.” “And those two old bags that were here?” “Friends of him and my Aunts, I don't see them anymore.” I hesitated, Then asked. “Was he a Nazi?” I awaited the answer. She looked away. Her head fell down. “Yes, he was.” She began sobbing.

“He was part of Hitler's Occult division. He murdered a British solider, stole his identity, and moved here. All animals recoiled from him, he spent most of his days in Roadhouses, trying to pick up young girls. And he smoked three packs a day. He eventually got emphysema. But him and my Aunt supposedly could summon Lucifuege in five minutes. And Belial was another favorite.” I was freaked. Then I heard her parents come home. And I was somewhat relieved. I tried to comfort her. “I'm sorry, I promise he can't hurt you.” She wept. But then he did. I felt a slap on my left cheek. Then hands around my neck. “Leave him alone!” She screamed. But then there was something else in the room.

All I remember is the smell of burning flesh, wood, and sulfur. And then I saw it. It wasn't a hideous, deformed, demonic creature of any sort. It looked like a Angel. The most handsome man I had ever seen. And then it pounced on her. I saw her neck being compressed, this thing was choking her. Then the sound of her parents coming up the stairs. I knew her dad was the religious type, and I needed him now. I was able to scream his name, and this is what happened - First of all, I'd like to state that I don't fully understand what happened here, but it worked. Instead of her dad busting in with holy water and Bible scriptures, he came in with rage. “Leave them alone! They love each other! God damn it! Get the fuck out of here! You and you're hatred and deceit! You never loved! And never will! So fuck off and leave them alone! All you know is how to destroy! But we choose to love and create. I revoke all license to my house!” And then the room calmed. We all cried for a wile.

After staying up all night, she went to work and I slept. I dreamed of far away lands, and Angels guiding my way. I also dreamed about our wedding some day. So nothing occurred after that. Though she did come to my house in New York a lot more after that. We stayed together for six more years, but unfortunately we did break up. We still do talk, but not about this. She's been in and out of Mental Institutions and hospitals a lot lately.

But I still do love her. And always will.

I live in Southern California now. Thanks for listening

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 01:41AM by sconni666 http://ift.tt/2foZz32 nosleep

Advice for CA tenants rights for month to month tenancy and 30 days notice legaladvice

Hi! In need of some immediate advice around CA tenants rights:

To give you background - I gave my 30 days notice and have a month to month tenancy currently in California. We have complained of rotting wood and mold in the apartment, but the main thing is mice. Our landlord has been so slow to respond to resolve the situation and his initial two attempts when notified were to send in his friend (who I do not believe is a licensed handyman) to put this sticky foam stuff in holes that we have found that might be entry points. We had an inspector come from a licensed extermination agency to assess the situation - he indicated there were a lot of droppings in the kitchen area - and that he (the landlord)would need to replace the oven, refrigerator, and dishwasher. The inspector also mentioned that the droppings are a health hazard at this point but they are in areas that we are not able to get to. Long story short - we gave our notice the 23rd of nov and indicated we would vacate in 30 days and pay a prorated amount (for up to the 23rd day of next month) only due to this situation and thru the time at which we would be in the apartment. We have a month to month tenancy and the lease stipulates that only a 30 days notice is required before the effective date of lease termination, and doesn't specially state that a notice wouldn't be effective within a rental period. He said he would just take our security deposit to make up for the full months rent but I don't think that seems to be a fair action. Does anyone have any insight into this or know anyone who does / good resources? Just want to make sure I'm only paying what I'm contractually obligated to. Thanks!!

Submitted November 28, 2016 at 12:44AM by erinhola http://ift.tt/2fFSdGU legaladvice

The Rule of the Infinite Sandwich TheRedPill

Introduction

At one point of your TRP journey you get confronted with having your female trying to get you to comply by threatening you. One popular and most of the time most effective threat for blue-minded men is the threat of her withholding sexual attention. Bill Burr (stand-up comedian with red pill mindset) gave a great analogy once: The rule of the infinite sandwich.

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What’s the next fear? She’s gonna cut off the sex? Yeah, rub one out! Neutralized. It’s the most empty threat there is. Do it right in front of her: “Join me?” Yeah, I never understood that threat. That’s like somebody putting a chain around your refrigerator but you got a sandwich in your pocket. A never ending sandwich like some biblical shit, like Jesus with the fucking bread or whatever.

The underlying principle is: Masturbation is a gift. Your monkey brain wants to blow off some steam once in a while. The most pleasuring way to blow off steam is - for most guys - having sex. So what if you do not have access to sex because you did not up your game yet? You resort to masturbation and in doing so you take a slightly less pleasant but nonetheless purposeful way to get you to the relieving goal your monkey brain desires.

You would not get intimidated by someone telling you that they are not going to cook dinner for you while sitting in front of a full plate of food. You would simply laugh at their pitiful attempt at taking frame and start eating, almost choking on your fries because you can’t stop giggling. Treat someone telling you that they are not going to have sex with you the same.

Now with this rule I do not mean to dismiss NoFap. If you are a NoFap advocate holding frame might be a little less attractive for you but remember to not give in to said threat. Complying would only start the downward spiral to having a dead relationship. Never lose frame.

TL;DR

If your female is trying to dominate you with the threat of withholding sex simply laugh at her and rub one out.

Submitted November 27, 2016 at 04:11PM by yomalolo http://ift.tt/2gjARxI TheRedPill

TIFU by playing a dj set at my own house party tifu

Technically didn't happen today but just got the time to post.

Alright, so I wouldn't really call myself a dj per se. Although I do have a passion for finding new music and sharing it with others, I spend all of my free time either downloading, producing, or mixing music and I own thousands of dollars of sound equipment from controllers, to computers, to sound systems. I never really wanted to play for a big crowd or headline a club. Mostly just enjoy showing off new tunes to a couple friends and maybe have a beer or a joint or something.

Either way, me and my roomate decided to throw a party last week in our house. We wanted a pretty massive party while all of our friends were in town for thanksgiving. During our 2 day little planning period, he suggested I DJ for the party. I thought hey, this is my house and I'll end up playing the music anyway so might as well do it right eh? Wrong. Well sort of. So everything up to the day of goes of great. We both have a couple days off work, I love getting my system and equipment all set up and this time I was gonna have a real crowd! I was getting pumped.

Fast forward to the night of, about 3 hours before I found out how unprepared I really was, and we only had a couple really close friends over who we invited early. Everything was awesome, catching up, taking a few shots, and had a Playlist rolling on Traktor on a low volume of my 5000w system. Before i go further let me talk about my sound system. It is a massively overpowered system I was gifted by another friend who runs a pawn shop. We have a fairly small two story house with a quaint upstairs dining room area hardly big enough for my 4 12 inch speakers and 4 12 inch subs. (This is important later)

As people started trickling in the night was getting started. Neither one of us really go to house parties anymore so we kind forgot about word of mouth. Before long EVERYONE was there. And I mean everyone. From guys I hated in high school, to old girlfriends, even a girl I fired not two weeks before hand. Yep. All partying and getting drunk in my living room. So I thought fuck it, rooms packed, people are drinking and playing beer pong, lemme jack my subs up and see what this thing can do. I slowly start playing while bringing up the volume till I was pushing just over the halfway point on my S8 so shit was pretty loud at this point.

The first 45min to an hour I was spinning was un real. Felt amazing to have 80+ people all jamming out and dancing to MY OWN music. It's complete bliss. Anyway, a good hour into my set even more people packed into our little house and I started getting cocky, mistake number one right here.

Shortly after mistake number one I spot a gorgeous blonde girl I hadn't seen around before walking right up to my little in home DJ booth of sorts. She immediately had my attention as i threw a long track on which gave me some time to introduce myself and take some shots with said girl. That was mistake number 2. Out comes my roomate with a handle of kraken and me and her go shot for shot for about 15 min while I was mixing. Now I have mixed drunk, high, whatever and it hadn't really affected me a whole lot. It's a lot of muscle memory at this point.

Mistake number 3 was inviting this girl and her friends behind the decks with me. That's right. Inviting three drunk 22 something year old girls, at a house party, near thousands of dollars of music equipment and my brand new MacBook pro with a handle of kraken and God knows what in red solo cups.

But who gives a fuck right? I'm like the shit right now bro. No one can stop me dude get on my level cue I don't fuck with you by big sean system nearly at full blast on this point and I was reeealllyy feeling good.

What happens next is all kind of blur. Someone bumped into the table or something on the table and I didn't pay much attention at first. That is until I reached down to touch my Traktor S8 only 3 weeks old and feel nothing but a puddle of water over what used to be the cue button. Yep. Bout shit myself right there. I immediately lose my shit. Pretty much shove all three girls out from behind the table and start shouting for a towel as I realize my ENTIRE setup is now being flooded by a concoction of Ever clear, lemonade, and bad decisions.

Seconds later the music stops. Yep apparently dj controller's don't like getting wet. Imagine that? As soon as the music stops drunk people like to get angry and start shouting things. Obscenities mostly, lots of insults and slurs too. Moments later when I thought I fixed the problem boom. Power goes out. Lights, TV, fridge, everything plugged into a wall. Then people reallllllyy get pissed.

I'm not entirely sure what happened when the lights went out but I can tell you this,it wasn't pretty. I heard booing, glass shattering, people yelling, loud Thuds on the ground. Everything. It felt like an eternity between the time the power went out and we finally got it back on, in all reality was only about 20 minutes. But the worst part was the after math.

Damage control: shattered glass everywhere, beer bottles, broken cellphones, one shattered window and the screen door was busted. Along with an entire 6 pack of Heinekens smashed on my sidewalk. Check out my sound stuff, computer looks good, along with the right set of speakers awesome alright let's look at the left set of.......holy fuckin shit. Somehow in the chaos I had 2 speakers and 2 subs completely ripped to shreads. Like someone had taken a knife to the actual speaking and cut it up on purpose. At this point I lost it and started drunkenly yelling into the street at no one in particular. I still had about 6 people at my place who were good friends and got me to chill out and we ending up listened to music off someone's phone and playing cod for a little while and it was alright.

All in all I'm out one Traktor S8, 2 speakers, 2 subs, 1 xbox controller, 2 windows, and I didn't even get that damn girls name. But I did learn a great lesson, don't let strangers or anyone that's intoxicated anywhere near your setup with open drinks.

Also that pussy is blinding.

I did wake up the next morning with a hundred dollar bill in refrigerator with a note that said "sorry." And can't figure out who left it or why so that's good.

Tldr: I'm a wanna be dj, tried to throw a party, drunk girls spilled shit all over my equipment, power went out and drunk people wrecked my house.

10/10

Would probably do again but definitely wouldn't recommend

Submitted November 27, 2016 at 05:43PM by NothingToSeeHereMan http://ift.tt/2g6rlQL tifu

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Constantly thinking of things during the day and not doing them when you're home ADHD

The title says it all.

I forget to do those things that I think about. Whether it's writing a story in my head or start working on a functional specification for an idea for an app I thought of in my head.

And my family has the same problems or are too busy, so if I try telling them to remind me about something I'll forget it too.

If I write it down on papers on the walls or refrigerator, or even on some program on my phone or computer, I'll forget to do it. Even if the idea is written down right in front me, I can forget to even turn my head and look at it.

It's bad because not doing those thigns prevents me from having any trial and error, thus meaning I'm gonna fall behind on them in the future.

The thing I hate is that I see this shit coming, and I know what to do to avoid it, but I never end up doing it well.

I feel like I'm gonna fail in the end guys.

Submitted November 27, 2016 at 12:17PM by bleachbloodable http://ift.tt/2fElr93 ADHD

[TOMT] George Jones song about an empty refrigerator tipofmytongue

Country song, I believe by George Jones - Something along the lines of, I opened the refrigerator and realized she was gone.

Submitted November 27, 2016 at 08:52AM by sth2258 http://ift.tt/2fmK77g tipofmytongue

Why do we spell "Fridge" with a D when there isn't one in Refrigerator? AskReddit

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Submitted November 27, 2016 at 07:57AM by BuddyTheWeim http://ift.tt/2giuiLK AskReddit

Free Refrigerator (East Williamsburg) FreeStuffNYC

Free Maytag fridge/freezer combo -black. Works great. Easy to move, ground floor with roll up doors. Must bring helper, I am unable to help you carry.

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What's your "I have to dig around go-to food" when your refrigerator and cupboards are getting low, and you're out of bread too? AskReddit

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Submitted November 27, 2016 at 02:02AM by harleybug88 http://ift.tt/2gt9Vi5 AskReddit

[TOMT][Commercial] Amana Refrigerators commercial where ping pong balls fall out of fridge to represent energy being wasted. Aired 1972 - 1976. Can't find it anywhere tipofmytongue

My mom used to yell "you're letting all the ping pong balls out!" if we left the fridge open. It's from an old commercial, and would love to send it to her.

Submitted November 27, 2016 at 12:34AM by dubloon9732 http://ift.tt/2gt1yTo tipofmytongue

FREE MINI REFRIGERATOR & TV FreeStuffNYC

APPROXIMATELY 4.0 CUBIC FEET REFRIGERATOR AND 26" RCA TV. BOTH ARE OLD MODELS BUT STILL WORKING WELL. ROSLYN HEIGHTS LOCATION. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR NAME AND PHONE CONTACT TO ARRANGE PICK UP. YOU NEED A SUV OR VAN.

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Submitted November 26, 2016 at 10:33PM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2gsBwQh FreeStuffNYC

GOING DOWN THE ROAD collapse

GOING DOWN THE ROAD Most things in our world have an industrial history. Behind the computer, the T-shirt, the vacuum cleaner is an industrial infrastructure fired by energy (fossil fuels mainly). Each component of our car or refrigerator has an industrial history.

Mainly unseen and out of mind, this global industrial infrastructure touches every aspect of our lives. It pervades our daily living from the articles it produces, to its effect on the economy and employment, as well as its effects on the environment.

Most of us don’t thnk about the road we are on. It is just there unless it has huge potholes or other problems. It allows our mobility from home to work to shopping to play or even to the hospital. It allows us to visit friends and relatives near and across the country. Huge trucks criss cross this country on this dark ribbon bringing goods and food. It allows us to drive to the airport. It allows the planes to take off and land.

ASPHALT IS EVERYWHERE AND WE DON’T REALLY SEE IT. See videos and more at: http://ift.tt/2gsA1Bz SO, IN 10 TO 25 YEARS WHEN CRUDE OIL IS SCARCE AND TAKES AS MUCH OR MORE ENERGY TO GET THAN IT GIVES - THEN WHAT?

Submitted November 26, 2016 at 10:25PM by sunweber2 http://ift.tt/2fzcACc collapse

FREE MINI REFRIGERATOR & TV FreeStuffNYC

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Submitted November 26, 2016 at 10:33PM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2gsBwQh FreeStuffNYC

imported green olives (Bronx) FreeStuffNYC

Large, opened jar of pitted green olives. Bought for Thanksgiving and barely touched! Need the room in my refrigerator, please come ASAP as I hate to see them go to waste!

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Submitted November 26, 2016 at 09:03PM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2fz5gq0 FreeStuffNYC

Rogue Hairs shortscarystories

I'm always finding stray hairs all over the place.

My apartment is covered in them. Some are in the usual places. On my pillow, on my bathroom counter, and in the drain of my shower. Others are in more weirder locations like in my refrigerator and on the ceiling fan. A few even end up in my mouth. I can't help but feel unnerved when I come across them. I shouldn't feel uncomfortable with finding stray hairs in my living space.

An explanation is in order. I'm a woman, one who has a full head of hair and who likes to grow it out. My hair is thick and usually falls off on its own so, I should expect rogue strands.

That being said, I shouldn't expect them to be short and black when I'm a brunette.

Submitted November 26, 2016 at 09:22PM by EvantheNerd83 http://ift.tt/2gsrRJE shortscarystories

GOING DOWN THE ROAD energy

Submitted November 26, 2016 at 09:59PM by sunweber2 http://ift.tt/2fz5g9u energy

Stainless Steel Refrigerator (bedstuy brooklyn) FreeStuffNYC

TODAY ONLY! Just noticed today the fridge is not getting cold but the freezer portion works fine. It could just need time to cool however either way I want it gone. If interested come get it!Good Condition. Needs a good cleaning. No Longer Needed. Ab [...]

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Friday, November 25, 2016

Is it safe to slowcook frozen chicken thighs without thawing them in the freezer first? slowcooking

*REFRIGERATOR

I loaded up the crockpot with 3 lbs of frozen (solid) chicken thighs and homemade butter chicken sauce this morning without thinking much of it, and it's been cooking on high for about 4 hours.

Will it be safe to eat the chicken once it is cooked through, or was it too risky to slowcook the chicken frozen, keeping some of the meat in the "danger zone" for bacteria growth? I have done this before with small frozen chicken breasts without a problem, but I just read an article about slowcooking food safety and now I am not sure. It never crossed my mind that it would be dangerous to cook the chicken frozen as long as the internal temperature is safe at the end of the cooking process.

Submitted November 26, 2016 at 05:26AM by kbug21 http://ift.tt/2fAnY3L slowcooking

My Family just bought a second refrigerator and now they need names to avoid confusion Advice

The old one is white and the new one is silver. title

Submitted November 26, 2016 at 06:12AM by g6stock http://ift.tt/2gqGzAJ Advice