I dont remember much. I remember being in my hometown downtown and at some point being on a boat. It had a pirates of the Caribbean feel. It was a normal huge sailboat and it had hundred of people in it.
At one point the dream had shifted from the boat to my house. and Ricci was there with his new girlfriend and for some reason we were stalking his new girlfriend and giving him a hard time. It was me and my mom and some else. We kept following her.
Then it switched to the boat again. I remember not being able to talk cause my voice was gone. I could talk a little bit but it was a horrible struggle. On the boat it looked or felt like a huge storm was happening and we were traveling up what looked like a lions bridge but it had become an incredibly acute angle that we were traveling up. (this part I have had in my dreams before. whether in a car or walking, I've had to climb the lions bridge and basically jump to the other side where it was normal but the huge drop nearly 7 stories high and there was a net to catch you. and hopefully you survived) so were at the top/the point of the lions bridge and its time for the boat to go down. There's a net. Were teetering on the point. The captain I think is yelling at everyone to brace themselves and that well be okay. finally the boat goes forward . We fly forward and turn upside down. before we hit the net someone yells "Its not going to hold. it's going to break" We hit the net and go into the water upside down. I remember feeling the impact . Im trying to open my eyes but I can't see in the salty water. but I remember screaming at myself to swim away from the boat. it was probably my subconscious, but I was SCREAMING at myself. At some point I can hear the boat hitting the ground of the ocean and I can see the dirt. I surfaced to the top and see the dock. It switches to me screaming for my people. IM looking for my mom, Julian, Sarah, Marshall, Ricci. Everyone. Time passed by so slow. I have no idea how long it took. I finally spot my brother first and I remember feeling myself sobbing.
I see my mom. More crying. ever so slowly all my people surface out of the water. Im screaming for them but it sounds like someone has cut my vocal cords. like a dying pig or something.
I woke up sweating.

... as to be kind to me before I have to go when my time here is up?
Are you trying to push me over the edge so that I will have no choice but to leave you exactly the way and for the exact reason why your ex did? I have zero idea what I've done wrong and your (silent) treatment hurts me, scraping away the little trust I have left for you.
It's not like I even expect you to be a decent friend, because I've never sought any (emotional) support from you. Not once. Even when I was at the lowest points in my life. Even when I felt so lonely and isolated and scared, crying and wailing and you were the only person I knew in this city. And yet I guess the appearance of me in your life and the way I've tried to hide my weaknesses away while trying to be supportive and positive to you as best I can still came up short, and at the end of the day, are a bother to you. Did you know that I decided to be better doing all that going places so that I can be a better person to you? From being a chronic shut-in self hater who was ready to put an end to that wretched life before the age of 25, someone who believed her parents' word that she would never make it on her own or amount to anything, to a person who can live by herself in a city with no support system, who can hold down a job and slowly learn to accept herself. To become someone who can add more to your life, more than I am possibly taking away from you... Finding, practicing different ways to expand my limit, my capacity to be gentle to you, to the point I have nearly lost the ability to feel romantic feelings for another person. I am no longer the same person before I met you. I can no longer go back. Do you understand what all this means?
Will you be honest with me? Time flies fast. I hope that if some day the dam breaks and I end up walking away like your ex did, you will learn to appreciate the people in your life eventually. And I hope you will find yourself. That is my first and also last prayer for you.

I've reached a point of rebuilding from scratch, making different changes and tweaks in attempts to identify bottlenecks and am now just utterly ready to slam my head through a concrete wall because getting wordpress setup in a scaleable configuration while not running at the f**king speed of a snail is proving either me an idiot or the task far less simple than it seems.
Initially I'd been building things up as a multisite following the standard technical outline provided by AWS as well as the numerous guides available in line with this. That is: - decent EC2 instances running behind an ELB - separate Aurora database (have gone serverless and stuck to a ~4gb cap in development - EFS to hold all/part of the Web directory (AWS guides the whole apache Web directory, others to stick to wp-content or even just uploads folder due to NFS constraints) - ElastiCache as well as W3 Total Cache to cover a majority of available caching methods
Now, I'd put the initial poor performance down to the the multisite having over 15 subsites with some 200+ plugins installed. As much as using a multisite network covered a fair few bits of the centralisation we wanted and meant there was less cross-site integration work to be done with some aspects such as GamiPress. So I reached a point where in time and future budget, running everyone off one system appeared to be slamming too many use-cases together. So wipe it all out, rebuild the infrastructure, run the sites individually and settle on external/third-party software and services for sign-on etc.
I am however right back where I began and am none the wiser on what or where things are going wrong. So here's a bit of a summary of the infrastructure setup and then brain dump of where I've thought of issues/what has been tried.
// General Setup // - Decent EC2 instance(s) - RDS instance (Aurora Serverless ~5gb cap) - EFS (mounted to wp-content) - ELB
//// EC2 //// The servers themselves are one of the only things I'm pretty confident are not affecting performance. All the same I've changed the between T2, T3, C4, C5, R5 instance classes and tiers within them. On the whole the server has typically had at least 2 vCPUs and 16GB RAM
//// EFS //// I'm aware of the throughout being related to total capacity on the drive when using General mode and have ensured there's at least 260GB of data.
I've tried provisioned throughput of 10-15Mibs (is this just not enough?) and have not really had any better look with the new elastic mode, I get the feeling it's not quite responsive enough in a web server use case, by the time the throughput has spiked for long enough for it to increase the request is timing out (but am really just guessing on this as there's not a lot of indication within the console as to when and how it triggers and scales.
While AWS documentation advises to mount the entire web directory on the NFS, which I have also tried, in the numerous rebuilds I've generally stuck to either just the uploads folder or the wp-content folder to keep a majority of core files running of the local EBS volume.
//// HTTPS and the ELB //// So I did follow the AWS guide for enabling HTTPS using an amazon issued certificate. On one setup i did get this a little wrong and created a redirect loop so am including details here in case I've bodged anything up in respect of forwarding/redirecting. The ELB has two listeners HTTP:80 and HTTPS:443 and both forward to the target group as is. The webserver then has the following in wp-config and the .htaccess
WP-CONFIG define('WP_HOME','https://domain.tld'); define('WP_SITEURL','https://domain.tld'); define( 'FORCE_SSL_ADMIN', true ); if (strpos($_SERVER['HTTP_X_FORWARDED_PROTO'], 'https') !== false) $_SERVER['HTTPS']='on';
require_once ABSPATH . 'wp-settings.php';
.HTACCESS RewriteEngine On RewriteRule .* - [E=HTTP_AUTHORIZATION:%{HTTP:Authorization}] RewriteBase / RewriteRule ^index.php$ - [L] RewriteCond %{REQUEST_FILENAME} !-f RewriteCond %{REQUEST_FILENAME} !-d RewriteRule . /index.php [L]
So as far as I can tell the ELB should pass traffic to the webservers as is in whatever protocol, wordpress is clear on the updated URL of https not HTTP and that the server will sufficiently rewrite URLS to stick to HTTPS and ensure a trailing slash.
//// PHP //// For further reference I've also made varying increases to: Max Input Vars Max Input Time Memory Limit Post Max Size
/// Caching /// So on the initial multisite setups, I'd implemented a fair few caching methods, and while they weren't top production spec, there was very little improvement on speed. I don't currently have any caching running on this individual site build, and frankly, I am not bothered about it right now. It made little difference on the multisite setup, and I have been the only user - imo caching should be improving relatively okay speeds. It is not going to shave 12+ second waits (for 1 visitor) down to 1 second for 50 concurrent visitors for example.
Please discuss, help and advise. On the way home from a 10 hour shift so good chance I've missed some details so please do ask away.

I'm a young adult, graduating Uni in just over a year and I'm having to move somewhere else for personal reasons to finish off my degree. I'm actually quite excited by the prospect because I feel like I've been in this location for forever and I'm young and I want to make a change and be happier somewhere else. I told my Dad and he said that instead of moving I should be staying and settling down to start a career and have a family. I'm not even out of Uni yet. He started telling me that I need to settle and I need to be in a daily routine for the rest of my life like 'every other early 20's year old'. I shouldn't take up a creative subject because I was too old to be taking those risks, I need to stick with a sensible subject instead so that I can settle. He started basically pestering me for grandkids at 20/21. I told him that the circumstances weren't my fault, I was attacked and I have to move for safety and he said 'you always do this, you always have these calamaties in your life and you aren't stable or on an even keel, you cant just stay in one place' (I've lived here 3 yrs) I feel far too young to start being asked for grandkids and finding a home and a husband, he says everyone else my age is doing it and I need to be doing it as well. I was really excited about the idea of moving and maybe even being able to repeat the year on a subject I like instead of the one I was forced to do by my parents at 18 because it would be a sin in our family if I didnt. I wasn't expecting to be told to buy a house and a car and have kids and settle for the rest of my life. I haven't been anywhere, or seen anything yet. He asked me why I dont have a graduate job yet and making enough money to buy a house and get married. I'm halfway to graduating. I'm no expert, but they dont normally hire people who haven't graduated for graduate jobs, thats why it's called a graduate job?
It just felt really sexist that he's basically waiting for me to graduate so I can be a housewife and basically just be a baby making machine. I have no issue with women who do that but I'm still very young. I felt really unsupported and I knew this was like a sin in our family to not do the normal thing but he knows how unhappy I am, it confuses me why he doesnt want me to be happy

Me (20F) and my boyfriend (24M) have been together for a year now. We’ve had our ups and downs, we fight a lot. We have both like a “neurotic personality” which leads to irritations and arguments very often.
With neurotic I mean like; we both get mad, irritated and insecure easy. For what you read now, you can think like we are really not compatible. I really love my boyfriend and i’ve been in relationships before and this is by far the best one, but sometimes I’m wondering if we are the perfect match. I Dont want to break up, we tried to make plans like “next time we are going to act like this, etc”. But it did not help for now.
I have an internship in a different city for 3,5 days a week, I sleep here. I’m enjoying my time here and the rest of the week I spent my time with him, friends and family. But when I’m here we fight like a lott, through texts… he is a little insecure about me being here with new people and he wants me to tell like everything and everyone I speak to. This weekend I talked about a male intern to my sister (my boyfriend was in the same room) but I never mentioned this name to my boyfriend before. Now a few days later, when I’m away from him, he is like “who was that, you Dont tell me everything, you lie to me” stuff like that. (First of all, I feel like he had to cumminicate with me in real life).
I’m like how am I a liar? Do I have to place like a camera on my head??? I only talked with this male intern for like 5 minutes about a person back home we both know (thats why I told my sister). When he talks to a woman at a party or in a store, and he forgets to tell me, I wouldn’t be mad at all.
But he is like really pissed of now and doesnt want to speak to me while I’m here (I’m back in 2 days), and I Dont know what to do. He thinks I’m a lair and that I don’t tell him certain things on purpose. But I just Dont feel like I have to tell every single not important detail?
What should I do because I Dont want to break up, just want to fix my relationship…
TLDR; my boyfriend (20F, 24M) and i have toxic fights sometimes. I Dont want to lose him, what can we do?

The old man and the small boy are falling through a green portal into sheer incomprehension-the infinite multiverse with no filter. If any other humans had experienced the sheer cacophony of the surrounding matter and energy phasing constantly to states from every universe at once, they would have gone insane in the brief instant before their death. However, these two were anything but ordinary humans. Upon Arrival, blue energy shields surround them spreading from the boy's yellow shirt and the old man's lab coat, somehow protecting their bodies from becoming one with the chaos before them. The boy asked the old man in an annoying stammer, “Ah jeez Grandpa Rick, what is all this? Even by our standards this seems a bit over the top.” Rick put a hand on his grandson’s shoulder in a gentle manner, something that shocked the boy more than the insanity before his eyes. Even more surprising was the tone of voice Rick began to speak in, reminding him of how he talked during the funerals of all his lifelong friends: “This is something I have been planning for a long time, Morty. Do you know how long our cartoon has run for?” This confused Morty even more- “why does that matter Rick? Look at this mess, we have to fix it! We need to save the multiverse again!” Rick looked sadly at Morty, and responded in a quiet whisper as opposed to his usual bombastic ranting and raving. “It's been 100 years Morty, a century ago we aired the Pilot episode. Do you remember what I said at the end of that episode?”
The truth fell on Morty like a sack of bricks, as he recalled the insane rant Rick had gone into at the end of their first episode together, something that they had kept calling back to as a running gag in all future seasons. Morty clutched his shirt and breathlessly said “You always said that we’d do this for 100 years, I always thought that was a joke! It certainly doesn’t feel like a century has passed for us…” Rick solemnly nodded, “It's true Morty, for us it seems like only a decade at most has gone by. But for the people beyond the 4th wall who watch our adventures together, the day this episode airs will be the 100th anniversary of the show.” Rick clenched his fists in triumph, “we did it Morty, we outlived them all. Every Adult animated Cartoon got canceled before they got this far. We even outlived the Simpsons for fucks sake!” Morty shakes his head in dismay, “was it worth it Rick? Even I caught on that our show is a shell of its former self, ah jeez we sold out and lost all integrity before we even hit season 10! But you still haven’t explained how that matters to this nightmare in front of us…” Rick sheds a single tear, before explaining himself: “I know we aren’t the shining pillar of adult animation we once were, and that the show is a trainwreck of bad jokes and irreverence. We’re no better than the dumpster fires that became of the greats before us, and it’s a miracle we stuck around for so long. But I have been preparing for this day for a while, even making deals with our creators beyond our multiverse to ensure the success of my final invention.” Suddenly the mayhem begins to converge on a single point, creating a large sphere of pure black that Morty recognizes. Rick continues his explanation: “What we are seeing right now is the nearly completed result of that invention- a convergence event of every universe and reality, to create a singularity that I could control. I have the remote right here, with 2 buttons to decide the fate of everything.”
Morty starts to get angry, and points at his grandpa before shouting: ”Goddammit Rick! I’ve seen you do some risky and evil things before, but this crosses a line that even WE haven’t crossed yet! How can you just destroy everything in the multiverse, after all we have done to save people?! All the people we’ve met, all the places we’ve been, all the things we’ve protected, you’d get rid of all of that?!” Rick puts a hand on Morty’s mouth to silence him, and tries to justify his actions yet again: “Listen to me Morty! Do you really want to keep going like this, a husk of our former glory? Do you want to see what another 100 years could do to us, and allow our show to be milked for every cent it’s worth until we’re tossed aside like all the others?! Do you want to see us rebooted again and again until the end of time? Never allowed to grow old and have a life with a girl like Jessica, to be trapped in meaningless adventures forever?!” Morty is shaken by this line of questioning, and responds uneasily: “I… I don’t know Grandpa Rick. I don’t want to die, but I also don’t think I’d like to be treated like this by our creators anymore…”
Morty begins to quietly sob, and Rick pulls him into a deep embrace. After a few agonizing minutes of Morty crying in the face of this impossible choice while Rick comforts him, Morty calms down enough to regain some mental clarity. Rick gently says to Morty: “The 2 buttons on this remote will decide our fate. They will both cause us to be absorbed by the singularity, but afterwards the singularity will do 1 of 2 things. If we push the green button, we greenlight the continuation of our show in whatever way our creators see fit, for good or ill- and the singularity will erupt in a new Big Bang for our creators to capitalize on a clean slate of a new multiverse. But the red button… that will cause the singularity to collapse in on itself. It will cancel all use of our brand for any purpose, all merchandise sales halted, any tie in media canceled, everything destroyed. I even managed to convince our creators to attempt an additional risky action-to purge our show from history. They will attempt to scrub clean all records of our existence to seal our fates, to erase us from history. We’ll be able to rest in true oblivion, the closest thing to death we can get. I’ll give you the remote Morty, It shouldn’t be only my decision on how we go out. I know it’s a lot of pressure-” Morty interrupts Rick by grasping his hand and saying: ”You’re half right, Rick. It shouldn’t be either of us who gets to choose. It should be both of us. Together, as we always have been. And no matter which button we press, that will never change.” Rick and Morty put their index fingers together, and close their eyes as they push one of the buttons. Without bothering to glance at the remote to see which one was pressed, they give each other one last hug as the singularity engulfs them, content that whatever comes next, it’ll be Rick and Morty together as it should be.

My 3 year old female German Shepherd dog has been dealing with a loud gurgling stomach, lethargy, and mood changes, since Wednesday. It started Wednesday night when she would not settle in for bed. She began panting heavily and we could hear her stomach gurgling. The next day she did not want to eat in the morning, and refused walks. Eventually she ate at lunch. She was ok (slight panting but nothing too bad) up until Friday night through Saturday morning. She would not sleep, did not want to eat in the morning, and refused walks. She was panting excessively and we could hear her stomach gurgle. She vomited once but her stool was fine.
We took her to the Vet on Saturday and explained as such. She was given a shot of Cerenia, Omeprazole, Royal Canin GI Low Fat wet food, Trazadone (for us to use sparingly), and did a full BW. We decided to feed her more frequently but in smaller portions. We have been mixing her kibble in with the canned food. We also bought her a ThunderShirt for her anxiety (because we thought, well maybe she is just anxious?). Yesterday, we received news that her blood work came back totally normal. Normal RBCs, Neutrophils, CPL, etc. She continued to be anxious but was slightly improving up until last night where she was panting excessively with loud stomach gurgles. However, she has not vomited other than that one time on Saturday morning and her stool appears completely normal.
We are mostly concerned because since Friday, she is completely uninterested in playing or going on walks which is EXTREMELY unlike her. She's had kennel cough, she's been bitten by another dog as a puppy, and never ever did she want to skip her play time or walks!
We just dropped her off at the vet again and are awaiting an ultrasound and stool sample results. Everyone I speak to seems perplexed at this problem. Please note: she had Giardia in January and has a history of allergies to both food and environment. For this reason, she is on Purina Pro Plan for Sensitive Stomachs (Salmon & Rice).
PLEASE SEND ADVICE! WE ARE DESPERATE TO GET OUR FUN-LOVING DOG BACK.
Located in Ontario.

In the heart of the Glorious City of New London, amid the oppressive shadows of the towering Blackmill tenements, there dwelt a man by the name of Thomas Winslow. A hulking figure, with shoulders broad as an ox, Winslow found work shoveling coal for the insatiable maw of the Generator. His days were long and arduous, his body and spirit visibly reforged by his ceaseless toil.
Winslow had a daughter, a frail and delicate wisp of a girl named Lila. She was the single ray of sunlight that pierced the gloom of his existence, the one thing that kept his heart from freezing over in the bitter winds that blew through the streets of New London.
It was on a particularly dark and cold evening that tragedy struck. The coal-stained hands of fate would snatch away Winslow's beloved Lila, leaving him shattered and alone.
"The fever's taken 'er, Thomas," Dr. Abernathy announced gravely over the din of a crowded sick bay of the infirmary, his breath condensing in the frigid air. "I'm afraid there's nothin' more I can do for 'er."
Winslow, his face a mask of anguish, stared down at his daughter's pale, sweat-soaked face. "There must be somethin', Doc," he pleaded, desperation thick in his voice. "There's gotta be a way."
Dr. Abernathy shook his head, a look of genuine sorrow in his eyes. "I wish there were, Thomas. But we've done all we can. It's only a matter of time now."
Lila stirred, her weak voice barely audible above the howling wind that rattled the windows. "Father... don't be sad."
Winslow dropped to his knees beside her, clutching her hand tightly in his own massive, calloused paw. Tears coursed down his cheeks, mingling with the coal dust that perpetually clung to his face. "Oh, Lila... me darlin' girl... I can't bear to lose you."
"I know, Father," Lila whispered, her eyes shining with the love and affection that had always bonded them. "But remember what you always told me... 'bout the stars?"
Winslow nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Aye, I remember."
"We're all made of stardust, Father," Lila murmured, her voice growing weaker with each word. "And when I'm gone, I'll be up there with the stars, watchin' over you."
Winslow choked back a sob, pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you, Lila. Always remember that."
"I love you too, Father," she whispered, her eyes closing for the last time.
And as the wind screamed and tore at the fragile walls of Aynesworth Memorial Hospital, Thomas Winslow held his lifeless daughter close, his heart shattering into a thousand frozen shards.
In the days that followed, Winslow wandered the desolate streets of New London, a hollow shell of a man. His co-workers at the Generator spoke of him in hushed tones, their voices heavy with pity and dread.
"Did you hear about poor Winslow?" one muttered, his breath fogging the frigid air. "Lost his girl, he did."
"Aye, it's a cruel world we live in," another agreed solemnly. "And it seems New London's no place for God's mercy."
As the days turned into weeks, Winslow's despair grew deeper and more profound. The light of the stars, once a source of solace, had become a bitter reminder of all that he had lost. Each night, as he lay in his cold and empty bed, he would stare out a frosted window, cursing the cruel fate that had stolen his beloved Lila from him.
One evening, as Winslow made his way home from another grueling day at the Generator, he happened upon a group of men huddled together in a darkened alley. Their voices were low and urgent, their words punctuated by angry gestures.
"What's all this then?" Winslow growled, his voice roughened by grief and exhaustion.
The men turned, and one of them, a wiry fellow with a crooked nose and a patch over one eye, stepped forward. "We're plannin' a little... demonstration, you might say," he explained, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Seems our beloved Major Wilkins ain't doin' enough to protect the likes of us from the cold and the sickness. We're gonna make sure he gets the message, loud and clear."
Winslow stared at them for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Count me in."
In the days that followed, the ragtag group of men and women, fueled by anger and despair, began to plot their insurrection. As they huddled together in secret, crafting makeshift weapons and sharing whispered plans, a sense of purpose began to take root in Winslow's heart. Perhaps, in fighting for the lives of others, he could find some small measure of solace for the loss of his own dear Lila.
The night of the uprising was dark and bitterly cold, the sky a tapestry of stars that seemed to mock the suffering of those below. As the clock struck midnight, the rebels gathered in the shadows, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Remember," the one-eyed man hissed, his voice barely audible above the howling wind. "We strike hard and fast, then disappear back into the night. If we're caught... well, I don't need to tell you what'll happen."
Winslow nodded grimly, his thoughts turning to Lila, to the promise she had made before her death. He felt a surge of resolve, a fierce and burning determination to make her proud, to honor her memory in the only way that seemed possible.
As the rebels crept through the darkened streets, their footsteps muffled by the snow, Winslow felt a strange sense of clarity, as if the path before him had been laid out by some unseen hand. And as they neared their target, the heart of the city where Major Wilkins and his cronies slept soundly in their warm and comfortable beds, he knew that he would stop at nothing to see their mission through.
The attack was swift and brutal, the air filled with the sounds of shattering glass and screams of terror. As the city's elite scrambled to defend themselves, the rebels moved like shadows, striking down their enemies with a cold and ruthless efficiency.
In the chaos, Winslow found himself face to face with Major Wilkins, the man he held responsible for Lila's death. As their eyes met, the hatred and fury that had been building inside him for weeks erupted in a savage roar.
"You took her from me!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "You let her die!"
As he lunged forward, his makeshift weapon raised high, he saw a flicker of fear in the Major's eyes. But it was too late. The die had been cast, the final act of tragedy set in motion. The Mad Captain raised his pistol and fired, once in Winslow’s chest, then as the bear of a man stumbled, he shot off one more priceless bullet into his contorting face.
Thomas Winslow met his end, his blood staining the snow of the Crimson District a crimson hue. Major Wilkins, his face pale and haunted, staggered away from the scene, his overcoat slick with the blood of the man who had sought vengeance upon him, yet even that began to freeze.
The uprising, though fierce and full of fury, was ultimately quelled, its flames doused by the iron fist of the New Order. The rebels, hunted down and captured one by one, were made to pay dearly for their defiance, for after their execution at the dreaded steam platform, their bodies were strung up as a grisly reminder of the cost of insurrection.
The people of New London, their spirits broken by the brutal suppression of the uprising, returned to their lives of misery and toil. The loss of Thomas Winslow, a man who had always seemed ready to shoulder the heaviest load, weighed upon their hearts. Yet in the darkened corners of the city, where the cold and the hunger gnawed at their very souls, they continued to speak his name, to whisper of the man who had met such a cruel fate.
And as the icy winds of New London howled and moaned, the spirit of Thomas Winslow seemed to linger still, a ghostly presence that haunted the streets of the Blackmills, seeking solace for the love he had lost and the life he had been denied.
In the vast and indifferent cosmos above, the stars continued to shine, their cold and distant light a stark reminder of the frailty and futility of human existence. And though Thomas Winslow had fought and died for a cause he believed in, the heavens above looked down upon the tragedy of New London with an unfeeling gaze, the countless lives snuffed out beneath their eternal watch a mere footnote in the endless march of time.

Williams team principal James Vowles says he previously considered Logan Sargeant for the Mercedes young driver program before the American was funded through Formula 2 by his current team.
Sargeant was handed a race seat at Williams last season, prior to Vowles being named as team principal in place of Jost Capito, and will make his second Formula 1 start in the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix this weekend. After a strong first race weekend in Bahrain, Vowles says the performance from Sargeant was instantly impressive and he’s expecting to see further progress from the rookie.
“From the first laps of testing, immediately you could see that the pace was there,” Vowles said. “I was a little bit reticent in wondering whether it would take him a little bit of time to get used to it. The second aspect is, it’s his first grand prix — the pressure on your shoulders is enormous and he took it in his stride.
“He was three-wide through Turn 1. Normally in your rookie race, that ends up in disaster and he just dealt with it, with enormous amounts of maturity. And from then onwards, I’m sure as you’ll see, throughout the year, he’ll step forward.”
Explaining the reticence, Vowles revealed he had been looking at Sargeant earlier in his career when he compared well to Oscar Piastri in Formula 3, but ultimately felt the timing wasn’t right for Mercedes to hire him.
“My path for Logan actually crossed several years prior to that. He came to Mercedes for a sim evaluation and I was interested in looking at him because he had performance, especially when you go back to his Formula 3 performance in an average team. He was there with Oscar and I rate Oscar also highly.
“At the time in Mercedes we had a good suite of drivers. So that was where my relationship with him ended. Prior to me arriving at Williams, Williams funded — it’s very important to state this — his Formula 2 career, so he is now salaried as a professional driver and Williams funded him because they had deep belief that he was the real deal.
“My reticence came from the fact that prior to that it’s difficult to really judge him. But I have to say, he’s now been in the car, I now have the ability to look at his data, and he is here on merit. And as a result of Williams investing correctly in him, he’s now a professional driver, a deserving driver on the grid at the same time. So it just shows you that in my previous life I was wrong and Williams were right!”
Source: https://racer.com/2023/03/17/williams-funded-sargeant-to-f1-after-merc-interest-vowles/

Hi! I just remembered an old doll I used to have as a child. Well, more so the accessory that came with her and now I'm trying to hunt down what exactly this doll line could be. I assumed that posting on here may give me some answers, though the details are vague and blurry.
Possible Years of release: 2012-2015. I acquired it in Christmas of 2013 or 14.
Accessory: It was a oval-ish doll case that was pink and opened in the front from two semi-clear doors [opened to either side] that either formed a heart or a circle. It closed using a latch-like heart feature. It had a top that opened as well, it being white. If I remember correctly, the accents of the case were a tealish blue, pink, and white. May have been candy themed?
Doll: I do not remember how the doll looked like, but I think it came with hair accessories? Like I think that was the main point of this specific doll.
Logo: May have been a heart, though I may be confusing that with MLP.
Doll lines this is not [I think]: Barbie, Ever After High, MLP, LPS, Monster high.
I hope someone may know what I'm talking about as I would like to have a look at this doll line, but nonetheless, happy hunting!

This little velociraptor is Buzz's co-worker but gives him even more work... Poor Buzz. He runs around bothering people and dousing them with his water gun instead of doing his job, he thinks he's funny.
"You have something on your face, let me take it off with the power of water."
·Name: Bubbles, The Velociraptor. Role: Controller, Mid-Range. M.Speed: Fast.
·Attack: He has a large, powerful-looking water pistol with which he shoots a destructive jet of water, however, the range of fire leaves much to be desired.
·Super: Beach Ball
*Bubbles throws his ball which rolls and bounces on obstacles and stops after a few seconds. When shooting at the ball, it doubles the range of the shot and will reflect it at high speed towards the nearest enemy (almost unmissable). The ball can only withstand a few shots before it breaks and enemies can also destroy it.
*The ball, when shot, will be displaced from its initial place so it can be moved to a better (or worse) position, both by the player and by the enemies (allied attacks do not affect the ball). The ball is not moved by passing over it.
·Gadget 1: Well Inflated: The next super will launch a ball about to burst, when its life reaches 0, it will do damage and push nearby enemies.
·Gadget 2: Surprise Water: Bubbles' next attack will consume two ammo but will leave a puddle that will slow down the affected enemies.
·Star Power 1: Under cover: Each takedown made by bouncing shots on the ball will increase Bubbles' damage 4% until he is defeated.
·Star power 2: Eyes on the ball: Shots that bounce off the ball will also go to enemies hidden in the grass or invisible (normally they would not).

After a promotion at work I (23M) met a woman (20F (who we’ll call Cee)) and the two of us became quick friends and we’ve spoken everyday since. After working together for a few months Cee invited the team we work with out for a few drinks, I was one of the few who could make it out but didn’t stay for the whole time due to other obligations.
After I left the pub I received a few messages from a team mate (19M (who we’ll call Dom)) calling me a few few names including a Republican Cunt. I laughed them off because he was drunk (obviously so) and I don’t care what he thinks about me as I’ve only met him a few times.
The next morning I text Cee joking about how I’d be having “some choice words with Dom” she asked me not too and explained that he was too drunk for his own good and probably wouldn’t remember what he said, Cee even shared a few texts Dom had sent to her that night calling her amazing and other things. I joke saying “wow favouritism I’m a Republican cunt and your ‘amazing’” Cee then responded saying she agreed with Dom that I was a Republican Cunt, I told her that “what hurts the most about the comment is that they were calling me a “Republican Cunt” and if they were just calling me a cunt I’d be fine”
Cee then responded with “that’s what a Republican would say. No wait that’s what a predator would say”
I get immediately defensive asking her “I’m a predator now? WTF?”
She says:
“Yes” “Idk” “I’m still drunk leave me alone”
I say okay and leave her alone for a while. When I go back to my phone I’ve got a message waiting from her saying “idk why I called you a predator”
She then tries to change the topic but I don’t allow her too by asking her if I make her uncomfortable or scared in anyway or if I “give off a creepy vibe”
she tells me “of course you don’t, don’t be fucking stupid”
I double down and tell her that her comment actually shattered me and that I’m genuinely concerned about the way I’m coming across. She responds by calling me and telling me it was just a bad joke and that she’s sorry.
I wanted to leave it at that but my Mom noticed I was in a bad mood and forced me to give up what was going on. Upon hearing about it my Mom demanded that I cut all contact with Cee and that I speak to HR about moving teams. I try to explain that it was just a bad joke she doesn’t mean but my Mom wasn’t having any of it. My Dad then comes over and calms my Mom down telling me to “drift away from Cee and the team” instead of just cutting contact.
Being completely torn up I ask two of my friends their opinions both of whom tell me they think it was a bad joke and to let it go.
Long story short after a short argument with her, Cee calls me and apologises again. Telling me she cares about me a lot and doesn’t want to lose me over something stupid, I agree and forgive her.
Fast forward a few weeks and I go out with the team again including Cee and upon coming home, my Mom called me “a pushover” and tells me that by remaining friends with Cee I am disrespecting her and putting my life at risk.
I know that my Mom is being protective and that she cares about me. But am I really the asshole here?
*Edit had to change a word so the post could be posted as the real word she used wasn’t predator but began with an R

Since St. Louis didn't have an MLS team when i began paying attention to the sport I decided to support SKC in the MLS and would've still supported them if St. Louis got a team. I knew their history and paid heavy attention to them and my other favorite team in the league constantly. But since this online rivalry has started the fans of SKC have really let me down. I wanted to keep supporting them since they haven't done the greatest in a while. I have to stop now. The City itself and people are great but the insults they throw at St. Louis online are saddening. This petty slogan has torn my loyalty to shreds especially when the threat on the podcast was made. I wish them good luck this season and to seasons in the future.

这是我曾经向我的朋友倾吐我身上的灾难，发泄压力时所作的解释。老实讲，不熟悉英文的话，机翻就好，内容有些部分换成中文会难以启齿 The thing is about 2019, I have accumulated a little influence through activities in some of the larger online communities. but,I have not used that for my personal image. Since I certainly thought that the Internet in China could be intentionally controlled by the government (not just censorship), I analyzed the state of public opinion at the time and found the target of someone I thought was an official.
He pretends to be a sane populist ,and, while uninteresting, always conducts relatively influential online activities. I deliberately pretended to be close to the same point of view as him and then kept shifting our conversation in other direction, implying that I knew he is official, he finally admitted, the evidence is that after that I tried to do something that might normally would get hit by censorship in common, but unexpectedly didn't get any.
When I say officials here, I don't mean the very obvious kind of robot opinion-controller who serves an unintelligent public. He disguised himself as a sane person to engage in so-called opposition activities, and, most importantly, he had the power to cross the distance of social software through personal connections to keep me safe from the direct hit of censorship.
I kept in touch with him until June 2020. At that time, China's internet censorship became very strict and I thought it was time for me to do something else, so I alienated him. Looking forward to 2021, I think the opportunity is ripe. At the time, a group of what I thought was a government-manipulated opposition group developed, all operating outside of GFW, at the time - mostly reddit. I was there to help build that community, like I didn't know that the administrators of that community and the manipulators behind it were the government. I did a lot of activities pretending to be someone who happened to be very smart, undermining their control, including debating with all kinds of people, making predictions about what was to come (my predictions were accurate enough to prove that I was obvious genius). When the time was right and that group had grown very influential (although a lot of the opposition who held by GFW didn't look there at all, but there was a great reputation there, so... ), I disclosed the purpose of what I did , continuing to announce to everyone that this is a hoax. My approach works. since I started doing it, knowledgeable, creative users keep silently leaving there. I put out a lot of evidence of experimental action, and that community quickly became unsustainable. But these so-called opposition groups are people with no economic motivation and little ability to organize, so I don't intend to let things develop too much. I'm just here to bust the government's scam. I don't know how important my actions are, but after I've been doing it for a while, there are people who are suspected officials who start doing unusual things, and they go around saying don't overdo it.
Chinese people are very stupid, they see these unusual things, a small number of people know what's going on, they don't help me but leave on their own, most people pretend it's not under the control skills of social psychology occur,choosen ignore. That's when I realized that if I continued, I'd only be able to develop this into something that I couldn't go back to, and I'd hit the upper limit of tolerance they've been hiding for control. So I gradually moved away from the opinion where I expressed my surrender.
The end result was that I brought 4 months of chaos to that community, but the subsequent impact was not measurable. That group can no longer grow up now. Although many people are silent, occasionally someone suddenly remembers my prophecy and what I said. I'll make an example of how important that community is. I think that in the West, both racists and feminists are, to a certain extent, tools of the government to control public opinion, and they have both been for a long time. This practice is only going to get worse in China. The meaning of that community in China is the sum of racism + democracy + good populism, and the voices of rogue feminists can't be compared to them, and can't seem to be comparable to them when they are active. But after my campaign, their voices are very weak compared to feminists. (I don't think feminists = bad people, but they will never become a group with sincere intentions under the manipulation of the government... omit this part)
My living conditions were so bad that I had no way of getting a job under very strict censorship, after I suffered a lot from worrying about the future: I tentatively disclosed my previous activities to the official I knew before identity in. I can't be a part of the work they do, I just want to prove my abilities and try to be their advisor and find opportunities to immigrate (sounds like adventurers from the colonies). If they don't accept it, they may arrest me right away. But surprisingly they didn't, I was terrified at first, and then I waited for the opportunity with peace of mind. I've been waiting since January of this year, until May to test their receptivity, and even started to do something outrageous (usually at least result in my account being banned), but nothing happened. until June. Because I see that the government's lockdown policy due to the coronavirus is about to lead to famine. I thought that was bound to happen, so quickened the urging of their voices
After I've said the above, I need to briefly describe my story and what that means. (They are all successful examples, I have not made a prediction of failure since 2020)
Basically a very early prophecy: I told them a week before the war in Ukraine that war was coming.
I think the US will find various reasons to ease the blockade of China
I think Xinjiang is more likely to be the focus of attention than the human rights situation of Chinese nationals or Tibetan/Myanmar
i think switzerland will suddenly take a stand in the ukraine war
The predictions I have made so far include:
The United States will focus on many social problems to one-time solution, and in fact has always regarded China as the target of its actions
Putin had a back deal to start the war in Ukraine (I said it here too, and showed that the war would last a long time. Now I say if the US is ready to act against China, the war in Ukraine will end)
Enthusiasm for these actions which going to China in the United States will suddenly rise, and tech giants and social media giants are looking for opportunities to indulge public opinion
Europe will temporarily remember the justice of colonialism
Apart from international issues, my predictions on social issues require too much explanation to write here,so ,I will explain the impact I have made.
The current enthusiasm for constitutionalism and enlightenment in China is the result of my previous actions
The smooth progress of the current power struggle within the ccp is partly the result of my previous actions. Roughly speaking, I have spread that China is not an autocratic monarchy but an aristocratic republic.
The acceptance of elitism among Chinese people is improving, which is also the result of my previous actions.
As you might imagine, these influences were caused by my Voltaire-like "performance". . .
No one else is on the same path as me but me, so you can almost be sure that it's all my credit
The public opinion environment in China is a very bad place. People are so stupid and lack personal credibility that they are actually easily manipulated by the government, so you can also think that I influenced public opinion by influencing individual officials. A lot of the public have long forgotten me, just as they have forgotten many things, but the officials who manipulated them had remember
After I finished my previous actions, I chose a new place (an anonymous board) to negotiate with them anonymously (what happened here is not new to me). This is the third time I've been looking for them, I don't know who I'm treating/how much power he has, I don't know how widely my deeds have spread, but since June, all this has made me Crazy development.
At first I was just urging them normally that they should hire me as a consultant, then I found out that some kind of response to my words was going on for a long time and still happening now. When I say I'm short on money right now, another person complains "My girlfriend doesn't reply to me, just asks me for money". I did not ignore such replies this time. A big part of my mental illness is because I'm an mtf and it's impossible to disclose that identity in the environment I'm in. I haven't made it public, but if they were an officer with knowledge of psychology, they would probably guess. So I jokingly said, "I'm so ugly, I'm pessimistic because I can't dress as a woman," and they started responding with a lot of encouragement.
It was an open environment, so our conversation went on in a signal for a few days, and I kept making it clear that my attitude was that I wanted money. Here's the summary: There is one specific individual, as an official, who knows about a recent selfie on my phone (government and business unite, a commonly invasion of privacy), and wants to be in a relationship with me! ?
I don't know his gender, age, position, attitude towards what I've done, what he's been up to lately, but he encouraged me to say I'm not ugly and that he's okay with rough dress.
I'm pretty confident about my appearance as a man, but chronic stress has made my skin really bad. Because I'm an mtf, I've been giving up on my male appearance all the time, and there are even many small accidental wounds on my body (he doesn't know this). As a woman, my appearance can only be said to be more like a child, but I is taller.
I realized that even though we were not publicly identified, officials like each other would not be low-ranking officials. I politely declined, guessing that the other person might actually be a female (older), but that the other person indicated that he was male and would not mind some violence if I had been refusing.
It looked like a shit story.
and when it happened, it was really bad. I can't just say no outright, it's dangerous, and I really need the money to get away from China's impending disaster, so I can't provoke him.
From June 4th to June 8th (I said it here, and...I actually meant it), I negotiated quite a lot, and finally chose to accept his proposal, but kept my desire to emigrate (I hope He will give up when he sees me in person). The final answer to the matter was ,the limited frame he said yes is june 8. he refused , let the negotiation stand in the am 0.00, saying "I hope we can easily have sex with each other and not think about it in the first place. my identity". He said he wished he and I would start with some sex-related conversations, almost wishing me to flirt.
Here, I thought that he might just be dissatisfied with me because of my previous actions, and at the same time dare not really hurt me, so he used this method to insult me. So I have always refused, my negotiating condition is unless he can guarantee to let me immigrate.
Our "negotiations" have since broken down, and I've even begun to do something dangerous that would make me re-emerge as troublesome by the government that he was forced give me answer. He tolerated these, but made no statement. Knowing now, I still don't know what my future holds and how exactly this happened. I still haven't seen him in person, don't know his age or gender, and haven't been punished for what I did.