Orchard lane mobile home park

My partner and I (in our early twenties) have been considering moving to Seattle for a while now. What’s important to us are the following: - Music scene - Food diversity/quality - Community/More Friendly (of sorts, lol) - General quality of life - Close to parks & areas with good amenities
We’re just looking to rent and our budget is ~$2,500 or under, I’m not sure if certain areas are known to be cheaper than others or not. We work from home and we’re not really party people either, so moving to quieter areas is also probably preferred.
What neighborhoods would you recommend for people like us and around our age range?

I recently moved away from my hometown and embraced a fully nomadic life. Amphibia helped me process a lot of my emotions, and it made this difficult change much easier. I wrote a thank you letter to Matt Braly out of gratitude. Even though I still haven't found a place to send it, I thought amphibia might enjoy it.
Note: This is a personal message. It is obviously not endorsed by any agency or organization. Not even ones which investigate alien frogs.

Thank you so much for producing Amphibia. Your beautiful show has connected and resonated with me in ways few other pieces of media have. Amphibia made me reflect on how I overcame difficulties posed by my autism, resonated with many of the experiences I've had as a national park ranger, and helped me cope with leaving my hometown behind to embrace an exciting, fully nomadic phase of my career.
Seeing Marcy thrive in Amphibia reminded me of how I overcame many of the difficulties posed by my autism. When I was her age, I had to learn basic social skills and struggled to understand that not everyone shared my niche interests. (Thankfully, none of these lessons came after trapping my friends in another dimension.) When I was in high school, I had to learn to respond to people when they greeted me in the hallway, and some of my teachers thought I would never attend college. I exceeded my peers' expectations by significantly improving my social skills, graduating college with honors, and securing a job as a national park ranger in Theodore Roosevelt National Park right out of college.
My job at Theodore Roosevelt National Park was a springboard to a life of adventure I never could have imagined. I have worked for four federal agencies in eight states. I've given tours of Theodore Roosevelt's cabin in Theodore Roosevelt National Park, rescued dangerous wildlife from being petted by visitors in Yellowstone National Park, and hiked through some of the most Mars-like landscapes on Earth in Death Valley National Park. Twice a year, I "find a way to start again" in a new "place that shouldn't be real", spending 4-6 months helping visitors appreciate and protect it. (Permanent positions are hard to come by.) By the time I really start to feel at home, I must move on to my next job, and have heartfelt goodbyes with the new friends I made. "It's weird, but it's grown on me", and now it's "no big deal" for me to go on a solo cross-country road trip powered by podcasts and “sweet, life-giving” power metal to work in a place I've never seen. The Calamity Trio's journey in Amphibia reminded me of many of the glories and stresses of being a seasonal park ranger - the unforgettable experiences along with the inherent stress and sorrow which comes with an adventurous life.
My favorite scene in Amphibia is the end of the epilogue, where Anne is teaching children about frogs in the aquarium. Her exhibits based on Amphibia remind me of how each park I worked in has made me a better ranger and environmental educator. A piece of everywhere I worked – the deserts of Oregon, the ancient earthworks of Ohio, the bayous of Louisiana – stays with me wherever I go in the country.
Amphibia has helped me process many of the conflicting emotions I felt as I entered a new chapter of my life. After spending an off-season in my hometown, I recently started a job at [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]. (Winter positions are hard to come by.) While I’m no stranger to moving, I always had a home base to return to in Connecticut. This year, my parents will be selling their house and RV-ing around the country full time. If I ever return to Connecticut, it will be as a visitor.
When I was preparing to leave Connecticut, I noticed I was using Anne leaving Amphibia as an analogy for moving away from my hometown and moving on from previous parks. This made me realize my home was not one place but scattered across the nation. Connecticut became another place I love which I learn to leave, one star of many in the constellation of my life.
Whenever I had trouble leaving something in Connecticut behind, I often found it much easier after reciting Anne’s monologue at the end of “The Hardest Thing.” I repeated these lines when I sold my game consoles, reunited with old friends I won’t see in person for a long time, and left my childhood home for the last time. Amphibia reminds me that while I can’t hold onto some things forever, the connections which truly matter will endure, whether they are states or worlds apart.
Thank you and the entire Amphibia crew, both in the U.S. and South Korea, so much for giving the world this amazing show. Amphibia has made my transition into a fully nomadic life much less painful and much easier to embrace. I hope I can one day use my own experiences to create a piece of art which can give others so much joy while helping them face challenges in their life. Whatever this ends up being, a little piece of Wartwood will be in it.

This still isn't endorsed by any agency, it's only my opinion. I hope you enjoyed the letter. I can give advice on how to become a park ranger if anybody is interested.

Spelling mistakes ahead English is my 3 ed language.
There is this new girl at work she was supper into me and will touch my hair and tell me I look good today since the first day she started. I talk to her at work in the parking lot really quick and she told me she would want to hang out more off work. She wanted to go on a date Friday I told her am busy and I’ll let her know. We went on a date saturday we went by the water and she layed on my arm for 30 minutes and we listened to music. She would put best friend by 50 cents and that l’Inde of music. Didn’t want to kiss her wanted to take my time. After I dropped her home she left her glasses in my car even tho right after she left I asked her to chek all here stuff and she said she did which makes me think she left them on purpose. She asked to go on a date Monday to get her glasses back so we did. We got food ate at a park we stayed on a bench by the water and we held arms then I kissed her. After the date she said she wanted to go out next week Friday and Saturday so I said yes why not. Come to Tuesday she wouldn’t talk to me and switch energy she wouldn’t look at me or say hey nothing. By Thursday I asked her what was up and she said nothing so I told her to text me tonight or not. She basically said she doesn’t owe me anything but she will txt me. She didn’t txt me so next day I told I felt à energy switch and I wanted to know what happened. She said I was to much on her and I felt shocked when she said that. I left her be since then and I don’t talk to here at all the reason being that she wanted to go on a date and she started approaching me then she says am to much on her which baffled me. Now she dress to impress every day gets her nails done and hair done when she would do it during her first 2 weeks. She laughs with Everyman she can and give attention to everyone even with the other men don’t even want it. Give me you’re point of view am trying to understand what happened.

This afternoon i was driving home on one of the dutch highways (A27) and on the opposite lane i saw a truck loaded with a Gephard. Holy shit, i thought we donated all our Gehards to Ukraine!
But i guess the Dutch Army is scraping the barrel to get some more Gephards in running order. Good to see we are not sitting back, but continue to do what must be done.
Have other dutchies made similar observations?

Hey guys. Whatever help you guys can lend me, I'd appreciate. I'm at the point with this situation where I feel the need to hire a lawyer, but let's see what you all think I'm very thankful for whatever help you can provide! I'll give the short version, then the long, for anyone who maybe would like more detail
Long story short: I have the lease for a mobile home in my name. The property the mobile home is on, anyway. The title is in the current tenants name, and he was supposed to get the lease (for the property, through the mobile home park) in his name, but never has, keeps giving me the runaround, and I need out of this situation somehow. That means either getting the lease out of my name, or getting the title to the trailer back in mine, so I can sell it or something like that.
Originally, I owned the mobile home. The title was in my name. Sidenote: the mobile home is over 30 years old, too old to be moved by any company, so it's going to sit right where it's at until it's demolished. Basically, in a foolish move, I signed the title over to a tenant, because he told me he would need it to get the lease for the property in his name. While I had the title for the mobile home, the lease is for the mobile home park. He's told me over and over again that he'll get the lease in his name, and I've trusted him again and again, but it's at the point now where it's obvious he's just telling me what I want to hear to get me off his back. He doesn't care that if he's behind on rent, that I have to pay it, or go into debt with the mobile home park. He currently owes me over 1200 in back rent and im losing faith that he will pay anything, because he isn't the one that gets in debt if he misses the payment.
I'm not sure what else to do, except maybe meeting with a lawyer for a legal consultation to find out how I can beat deal with this situation.
Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm at such a loss and this situation has been dragged out for a long time, so I'm pretty much at the end of my rope.
Thank you guys for any help! I'm very grateful for any information!
Any questions to clarify things, I'll be more than happy to answer

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I see they got the gold lot and green lot next to the stadium, what's the price like on avg for gameday(and is that where the tailgating spot is), or just better to bus/shuttle or ferry in?
Showing up Friday and staying till monday. Thinking about booking over in north Oakland area as its closer to a few places I wanted to check out, and still looks close enough to downtown to check out some different restaurants.
On that note besides Primanti Bros and Peppi's already on my list, what are some places yall would recommend, I'm not picky I like most everything.
Stuff that looked good on Google
Proper brick oven, wood fire ovens don't normally disappoint.
Pasha Cafe, TripAdvisor says its the #1 restaurant in all of Pittsburgh.
Gaucho Parrilla Argentina, honestly the pictures just look so good and nice portions.
So many good looking Italian restaurants, could probably spend the whole weekend trying different ones. So definitely need some suggestions there, I'm a portions and flavor kind of guy, don't need over the top fancy presentation and all that(but if the foods good fuck it)
And I'm basically from a corn field in ohio so I don't get to try very many ethnic restaurants (we got some decent Mexican but that's about the end of it) so suggestions for like Indian/Thai/Chinese/Mexican/Greek/whatever you got that's good
Burgatory also looked like a good spot
And finally a good seafood spot, and top picks for a steakhouse
Probably more then I'll get to in 4 days but I'm gonna try lol.

Why can't I sort my home feed by rising? I used to be able to on mobile and now that option is gone. Renders my home feed basically useless to me

TLDR entitled psycho goes 185km/h+ and makes my blood pressure go slightly higher than that as well.
This past Sunday I was going to pick up someone in Guelph and was driving West on the 401. As I was about 13-14km away from the Morriston exit (which was the exit this psychotic driver got off at), I was in the 2x-solid-line separated HOV lane and cruising at a solid 137kph, as the speed of traffic was already pretty fast (~125) but I also don't want to get my license taken away because of bad luck. I was driving a 'green vehicle' which is why I was in the HOV btw.
A dude in a black Volvo SUV (early-to-mid-2010s) magically appears in my rearview mirror in the 2 seconds I don't check it, and he's immediately like Bill Cosby on my ass, staring at me in my mirrors with intent. He must've been doing 160/170+ just to catch up to me that quickly. I look in my rearview and put my hand and shoulders up like "what do you want?" because I can't legally leave the lane and I'm also not gonna do more than 50 over the limit because of some guy's ego (I sped up to accommodate it at first). So I wait until the line is about to break, and I signal to turn out and begin doing so. Unfortunately, our intrepid friend decides to veer out of the lane without signalling, before the line actually broke and while I was beginning my merge, and I'm forced back into the lane as he speeds past me, straddling the two lanes to my right and glaring at me with this deadpan "I'll kill you right now" type of old guy stare (all the while going 160, 170+, not looking at the road for a very slowly counted block of 4-5 seconds). Bald, all the caucasity in the world, and wearing a white shirt and cop shades. Pitbull lookin' ass.
As this was happening there was a brief moment of open highway (re: safety) so I tried to match his speed to see how fast he was going. I had to bow out. He easily passed 185km/h as he was beginning to approach the next wall of traffic (closing distance wasn't a thing to this guy apparently?). I couldn't believe my fucking eyes how fast he was willing to send it into the cars ahead of us, and then he spent the next 13km weaving in and out of traffic while I mostly just cruised up and around the left lane. All that work from him to get ahead, only for me to follow him (legally) the whole way and snag his license plate as he did a classic rapid 3-lane-merge towards his exit at Morriston just before Highway 6 north. Guy would've been fine if he just used the fast lane the whole time lmao. Guess something important was going down at home.
Whoever's abused dad is driving a black Volvo SUV with plates CYCY 661, he needs his ego checked and his license revoked. I prefer not dying while I'm running errands for people on a Sunday afternoon. I'm willing to drive pretty fast but if it was some normie going 115km/h hogging the lefthand lane, this guy might've driven them right off the road. Idk what comes after stunt driving but whatever that is, that's what this guy was doing, and in a fuckin family vehicle of all things. My biggest takeaway from this encounter is that Volvos are unbelievably versatile vehicles.
Please don't be an asshole on the roads. We all have lives to go back to and accidents as a result of this behaviour are highly avoidable. Can't believe how many top-heavy SUV drivers think they'll be able to get away with this type of shit forever, too.

My kids are 8 and 6 and have gone to their fair share of birthday parties. That’s totally cool. I’m glad their friends include them and they’re excited to go. We’ve been bowling, trampoline park, inflatable playground, Dave and Busters, and the list goes on.
So what’s the problem?
My kids have an expectation that they want their birthdays at one of these places.
Don’t get me wrong. I would do anything for my kids to make sure they’re happy and have a great birthday, but whatever happened to having birthday parties at home with a Piñata, cake, games, and other activities?
This also isn’t a knock at some people I know on here that may do that. It’s a knock at the social expectation that we spend hundreds of dollars to host a birthday at one of these places. But I feel like if we host a party at home and don’t opt to spend the money, the kids will be unhappy or their friends will complain or brag about how their parties were at a fun place and my kids weren’t.
It’s a frustrating predicament but I can’t be the only parent that feels this way?

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Not all change is bad, but not all change is advantageous either, especially when it involves disfigurations and body part swapping. ‘What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.’ I tend to disagree in certain circumstances. I doubt surviving a train wreck makes you stronger. At this point in my life, I feel as weak as I have ever been. I feel odd and peculiar, a stranger to my own body, a monster to my soul.
Several months ago, as I was lying in bed a wave of red light poured in through my window, accompanied by a hypnotic vibrating purr, that put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up my left hand felt swollen. At first, I thought nothing of it but as I went through my morning routine, things felt different. My grasp wasn’t as strong, but it wasn’t just that, it felt as if I had a different tactile sensation altogether. I finally became conscious of the extent of the difference when I went to brush my teeth.
I grabbed the toothbrush with my right hand and the tube of toothpaste with my left hand. As I tried to line the nozzle to the toothbrush, I noticed that my left hand was slightly bigger than my right hand, and had a darker skin tone. The contrast was striking. I have a very fair skin complexion. My mom always said that I was ‘Irish’ white, that she would lose sight of me walking to the mailbox through a snowstorm.
I dropped the dental toiletries in the sink. I held my hands up in front of my face. I never chewed my nails, but on my left hand, the nails were almost chewed down to the cuticle. I turned my hands over and they were as different as night and day. The left was calloused from hard work and dedicated labor, the other was the pampered hands of a college student. Around the wrist of my new left hand was a bracelet of thick dark stitches, hardly signifying friendship or wealth.
I had to call the police, but when I got my phone, there was a text message:
Don’t go to the police, or we’ll remove your head. No more procedures needed.
I wasn’t too sure what to do at that point. Whoever did this was able to in one night, knock me out, surgically remove my hand and replace with someone else’s hand. If they were able to do that, then I was certain they would be able to get in and do much worse.
Luckily, I was in between semester, no classes to attend, nothing as of yet to explain. Even though it was hot as hell and it was in the middle of Summer, I put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of gloves. My left glove barely fit, and the phrase ‘If it don’t fit, you must acquit’ popped in my head. I frequented the food truck parked in the convenient store parking lot near my apartment building at least three times a week. They have the best burrito I have ever eaten, bursting with meat and spices, not any of those lean stingy burritos you get at traditional restaurants. But lately, there has been this strange street person hanging out at the corner. He showed up around a month before my ordeal. He was not begging for money but preaching about an invasion. He was always dressed as if it was forty below zero.
Instead of walking along the sidewalk, I decided to climb down the hill from my apartment that led directly to the back of the convenient store. From my deck, I could watch the customers go in and out of the store. The apartment building sat on a high hill overlooking the street below. I could see that the homeless man wasn’t at his usual corner, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
I got down the hill and hopped down from the retaining wall, when all of the sudden he jumped out from behind the dumpster, dressed in a long trench coat, gloves, a ski mask, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
“They got ya son. They’ve tagged you. I saw the red light. I’ve been tracking them for a while. You ain’t getting away and they ain’t stopping. You need to come with me.”
“Mister, I don’t have any money I can give you.”
“I don’t want your damn money son. I’m here to save your life."
I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path and pushed me back. As he did so he started unwrapping his scarf and pulling off his ski mask. I resumed my attempt to get to my favorite burrito, but he blocked me again. I was looking down, not paying attention, so I didn’t notice that he was completely unmasked with his trench coat and shirt laying on the ground.
“Look here!”
I looked up to see the most grotesque, confusing human being I had ever perceived. He was a patchwork of different races, different skin tones, and stitched up scars running throughout his body and face like a map of a river and its many tributaries. His nose was completely foreign to his face and both eyes were awkwardly strung together from two different individuals. Worst of all, there was a large scar around his neck, indicating that this head had been removed and reattached.
“They told you that they were done, right?” I nodded my head in agreement. “Well, I’m proof that they are a bunch of damn liars. I hate to tell you this, but your life is over as you know it. You can come with me and stay intact or refuse my help and become what I am today.”
I should have taken his advice, but I wasn’t in a state to comprehend the reality of my situation. I was still unsure of what I had seen this morning. I was trying to convince myself that I had just slept on my hand or had a bad dream and slammed it against the wall. It was just swollen, not someone else’s hand.
“I’m fine man. I just want a burrito. Leave me alone, please.”
“Alright. I’ll still be here when you are ready. There’s a place we like to call the Island of Misfit Toys. You know from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. You’ll be safe there. I promise you, its not going away.”
I started to walk away, determined to ignore him, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“I bet you are O negative blood type. All us misfit toys are O negative. Universal donor baby. Now how did I know that? You still want to turn a blind eye.”
He was correct, but I persisted in my stubbornness and walked away. That day the burrito just didn’t taste as well as it normally did. Was there a new cook? I didn’t notice. Or worse, had they already replaced my tongue with someone else’s, whoever they were?
There weren’t any other occurrences for the next month. I made sure to sleep in the living room on the couch with the television on. Still, Mr. Frankenstein stood on the corner, waiting for me. I didn’t visit the food truck that entire month, didn’t have the usual craving and sure as hell didn’t want to have another confrontation.
The next month was my wake-up call. I was dozing off when the television shut off by itself. I heard that familiar hum and saw the red light moving through the front window. I put my fingers in my ears, closed my eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. I started singing to myself, hoping to drown out the noise and stay conscious. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that the red light was moving under the door, and bending upwards towards my face. I shut my eyes again.
The bathroom door slammed open. I closed my eyes tighter, so much so that I saw twinkling stars and sparks. I felt two hands grasp me by the shoulders and lift me up in the air. I opened my eyes. There standing before me was tall hairless grey being in a long black cloak. The creature had no eyes, small narrow nostrils, but a large gaping mouth, affixed open as if the creature was unable to close it. On his shoulder was a smaller green creature with a bulbous head and large eyes. It was not clothed and would ever so often lay its forehead against the side of the larger creature’s neck. It seemed to be a symbiotic relationship.
The larger creature lifted up his three-fingered hand. Out of the palm of his hand radiated a red light. The smaller creature was somehow making the humming noise, and within a few seconds I lost consciousness.
The next morning, I woke up in my bedroom upstairs. I frantically searched my entire body but saw nothing, but I wasn’t convinced by that cursory search, and sure enough, my suspicions were correct. Staring back at me was a somewhat unfamiliar face. My right eye was now green instead of blue, and the skin tone around it was darker. Even my eyebrow was more pointed. Encircling a wide area of the eye was a ring of stitches. I fell to the floor, exasperated by what I had seen, and what I had become. It was time to visit Mr. Frankenstein.
I didn’t try to hide my eye. I can easily explain it away as corrective surgery, the first of its kind, if anyone was so bold, or rude, to ask. I found him at the corner as expected. He didn’t gloat or say ‘I told you so.’ He was sympathetic.
“I’m sorry man. Come on. Let me take you to your new home.”
“There’s no way to fight them… or stop them?”
“Maybe in time, but all we know how to do right now is hide and keep them from tracking us.”
“How do you keep them from tracking us?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like it, but we got to dig a tracking device from in between you lower ribcage.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about that but then again, I’d rather go through a little suffering on the front end to avoid any more experimental alien body part swapping.
We walked down the main highway to a backroad where there was an old, abandoned warehouse. He gave a coded knock to let him know that it was a friend and then turned to me.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Robert, but you can call me Rob.”
“I’m Frank, as in Frankenstein.”
I laughed and explained to him that I had already begun calling him Mr. Frankenstein. I felt a little weird admitting that, so I apologized.
“No need to apologize. I like the name. I honestly don’t know my real name. I just picked that one.”
The door opened and there was a hooded man with his face hidden.
“Welcome home Frank. Got a new one huh?”
“Yep, sure do Phil. Let’s make him feel at home.”
We walked through the door into a small homemade foyer. Some drywall had been thrown up and fortified with wooden pallets and barbed wire. There was yet another door. It was a thick steel door with a peephole. Phil gave another coded knock. A woman armed with a gun slung over her shoulders opened the door. Her face was riddled with scars and one of her eyes were bulging. She had the same mismatched facial features that Frank had.
“Welcome to the Isle of Misfit Toys,” announced Frank.
It was a big open space with many cots strewn about all four walls. As we walked around and toured my new home, Frank introduced me to everyone. It was all the same. The scars and parts were different, but the procedure was recognizable. There were even children, little misshapen research subjects imprisoned in a world devoid of holidays and birthday parties, or at least in the normal sense. This world tries to operate as normal, but in the end, its difficult to be normal when you’re hidden and locked away in a warehouse. We’re all victims traumatized by our encounters with ghastly reminders etched on our bodies and faces. Our minds are no less effected. There’s a big handwritten sign hanging over the entrance door. It reads: No Red Lights.

Not all change is bad, but not all change is advantageous either, especially when it involves disfigurations and body part swapping. ‘What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.’ I tend to disagree in certain circumstances. I doubt surviving a train wreck makes you stronger. At this point in my life, I feel as weak as I have ever been. I feel odd and peculiar, a stranger to my own body, a monster to my soul.
Several months ago, as I was lying in bed a wave of red light poured in through my window, accompanied by a hypnotic vibrating purr, that put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up my left hand felt swollen. At first, I thought nothing of it but as I went through my morning routine, things felt different. My grasp wasn’t as strong, but it wasn’t just that, it felt as if I had a different tactile sensation altogether. I finally became conscious of the extent of the difference when I went to brush my teeth.
I grabbed the toothbrush with my right hand and the tube of toothpaste with my left hand. As I tried to line the nozzle to the toothbrush, I noticed that my left hand was slightly bigger than my right hand, and had a darker skin tone. The contrast was striking. I have a very fair skin complexion. My mom always said that I was ‘Irish’ white, that she would lose sight of me walking to the mailbox through a snowstorm.
I dropped the dental toiletries in the sink. I held my hands up in front of my face. I never chewed my nails, but on my left hand, the nails were almost chewed down to the cuticle. I turned my hands over and they were as different as night and day. The left was calloused from hard work and dedicated labor, the other was the pampered hands of a college student. Around the wrist of my new left hand was a bracelet of thick dark stitches, hardly signifying friendship or wealth.
I had to call the police, but when I got my phone, there was a text message:
Don’t go to the police, or we’ll remove your head. No more procedures needed.
I wasn’t too sure what to do at that point. Whoever did this was able to in one night, knock me out, surgically remove my hand and replace with someone else’s hand. If they were able to do that, then I was certain they would be able to get in and do much worse.
Luckily, I was in between semester, no classes to attend, nothing as of yet to explain. Even though it was hot as hell and it was in the middle of Summer, I put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of gloves. My left glove barely fit, and the phrase ‘If it don’t fit, you must acquit’ popped in my head. I frequented the food truck parked in the convenient store parking lot near my apartment building at least three times a week. They have the best burrito I have ever eaten, bursting with meat and spices, not any of those lean stingy burritos you get at traditional restaurants. But lately, there has been this strange street person hanging out at the corner. He showed up around a month before my ordeal. He was not begging for money but preaching about an invasion. He was always dressed as if it was forty below zero.
Instead of walking along the sidewalk, I decided to climb down the hill from my apartment that led directly to the back of the convenient store. From my deck, I could watch the customers go in and out of the store. The apartment building sat on a high hill overlooking the street below. I could see that the homeless man wasn’t at his usual corner, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
I got down the hill and hopped down from the retaining wall, when all of the sudden he jumped out from behind the dumpster, dressed in a long trench coat, gloves, a ski mask, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
“They got ya son. They’ve tagged you. I saw the red light. I’ve been tracking them for a while. You ain’t getting away and they ain’t stopping. You need to come with me.”
“Mister, I don’t have any money I can give you.”
“I don’t want your damn money son. I’m here to save your life."
I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path and pushed me back. As he did so he started unwrapping his scarf and pulling off his ski mask. I resumed my attempt to get to my favorite burrito, but he blocked me again. I was looking down, not paying attention, so I didn’t notice that he was completely unmasked with his trench coat and shirt laying on the ground.
“Look here!”
I looked up to see the most grotesque, confusing human being I had ever perceived. He was a patchwork of different races, different skin tones, and stitched up scars running throughout his body and face like a map of a river and its many tributaries. His nose was completely foreign to his face and both eyes were awkwardly strung together from two different individuals. Worst of all, there was a large scar around his neck, indicating that this head had been removed and reattached.
“They told you that they were done, right?” I nodded my head in agreement. “Well, I’m proof that they are a bunch of damn liars. I hate to tell you this, but your life is over as you know it. You can come with me and stay intact or refuse my help and become what I am today.”
I should have taken his advice, but I wasn’t in a state to comprehend the reality of my situation. I was still unsure of what I had seen this morning. I was trying to convince myself that I had just slept on my hand or had a bad dream and slammed it against the wall. It was just swollen, not someone else’s hand.
“I’m fine man. I just want a burrito. Leave me alone, please.”
“Alright. I’ll still be here when you are ready. There’s a place we like to call the Island of Misfit Toys. You know from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. You’ll be safe there. I promise you, its not going away.”
I started to walk away, determined to ignore him, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“I bet you are O negative blood type. All us misfit toys are O negative. Universal donor baby. Now how did I know that? You still want to turn a blind eye.”
He was correct, but I persisted in my stubbornness and walked away. That day the burrito just didn’t taste as well as it normally did. Was there a new cook? I didn’t notice. Or worse, had they already replaced my tongue with someone else’s, whoever they were?
There weren’t any other occurrences for the next month. I made sure to sleep in the living room on the couch with the television on. Still, Mr. Frankenstein stood on the corner, waiting for me. I didn’t visit the food truck that entire month, didn’t have the usual craving and sure as hell didn’t want to have another confrontation.
The next month was my wake-up call. I was dozing off when the television shut off by itself. I heard that familiar hum and saw the red light moving through the front window. I put my fingers in my ears, closed my eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. I started singing to myself, hoping to drown out the noise and stay conscious. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that the red light was moving under the door, and bending upwards towards my face. I shut my eyes again.
The bathroom door slammed open. I closed my eyes tighter, so much so that I saw twinkling stars and sparks. I felt two hands grasp me by the shoulders and lift me up in the air. I opened my eyes. There standing before me was tall hairless grey being in a long black cloak. The creature had no eyes, small narrow nostrils, but a large gaping mouth, affixed open as if the creature was unable to close it. On his shoulder was a smaller green creature with a bulbous head and large eyes. It was not clothed and would ever so often lay its forehead against the side of the larger creature’s neck. It seemed to be a symbiotic relationship.
The larger creature lifted up his three-fingered hand. Out of the palm of his hand radiated a red light. The smaller creature was somehow making the humming noise, and within a few seconds I lost consciousness.
The next morning, I woke up in my bedroom upstairs. I frantically searched my entire body but saw nothing, but I wasn’t convinced by that cursory search, and sure enough, my suspicions were correct. Staring back at me was a somewhat unfamiliar face. My right eye was now green instead of blue, and the skin tone around it was darker. Even my eyebrow was more pointed. Encircling a wide area of the eye was a ring of stitches. I fell to the floor, exasperated by what I had seen, and what I had become. It was time to visit Mr. Frankenstein.
I didn’t try to hide my eye. I can easily explain it away as corrective surgery, the first of its kind, if anyone was so bold, or rude, to ask. I found him at the corner as expected. He didn’t gloat or say ‘I told you so.’ He was sympathetic.
“I’m sorry man. Come on. Let me take you to your new home.”
“There’s no way to fight them… or stop them?”
“Maybe in time, but all we know how to do right now is hide and keep them from tracking us.”
“How do you keep them from tracking us?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like it, but we got to dig a tracking device from in between you lower ribcage.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about that but then again, I’d rather go through a little suffering on the front end to avoid any more experimental alien body part swapping.
We walked down the main highway to a backroad where there was an old, abandoned warehouse. He gave a coded knock to let him know that it was a friend and then turned to me.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Robert, but you can call me Rob.”
“I’m Frank, as in Frankenstein.”
I laughed and explained to him that I had already begun calling him Mr. Frankenstein. I felt a little weird admitting that, so I apologized.
“No need to apologize. I like the name. I honestly don’t know my real name. I just picked that one.”
The door opened and there was a hooded man with his face hidden.
“Welcome home Frank. Got a new one huh?”
“Yep, sure do Phil. Let’s make him feel at home.”
We walked through the door into a small homemade foyer. Some drywall had been thrown up and fortified with wooden pallets and barbed wire. There was yet another door. It was a thick steel door with a peephole. Phil gave another coded knock. A woman armed with a gun slung over her shoulders opened the door. Her face was riddled with scars and one of her eyes were bulging. She had the same mismatched facial features that Frank had.
“Welcome to the Isle of Misfit Toys,” announced Frank.
It was a big open space with many cots strewn about all four walls. As we walked around and toured my new home, Frank introduced me to everyone. It was all the same. The scars and parts were different, but the procedure was recognizable. There were even children, little misshapen research subjects imprisoned in a world devoid of holidays and birthday parties, or at least in the normal sense. This world tries to operate as normal, but in the end, its difficult to be normal when you’re hidden and locked away in a warehouse. We’re all victims traumatized by our encounters with ghastly reminders etched on our bodies and faces. Our minds are no less effected. There’s a big handwritten sign hanging over the entrance door. It reads: No Red Lights.

Hi internet moms, my name is Rose, and I just need a little bit of love from you all this week. This week has been one of my life's most grueling, challenging, and difficult weeks. I am currently dealing with three situations: 1. Moving out of my current apartment: I was renting out an apartment with two roommates that I absolutely did not like. I had to ask them when to shower, ask them when to bring friends over, and I was only able to bring my partner over. They did not do the same for me. I thought they were going to take me to small claims court to get their rent for next month as I did not get a 30 days notice. They did not offer me any changes to their behavior, but luckily I found someone to take over my portion of the rent, who is very nice. However, I did tell her that one downside of the apartment was that I did not like my roommates, and now I am worried that they are talking about me behind my back and influencing a negative opinion of me on my sublease. 2. Moving into a new apartment: On top of high rent, the person I am attempting to rent (sublease) a studio from charged me alot for furniture. He disclosed to me that parking is pretty cheap a month for the area we lived in and that utilities were included. After I paid off the first month completely, he then told me that the internet was not included and asked me what to do. When I told him that I wish he were transparent with me about bills before I paid, he simply told me the name of the company rather than apologizing or offering any solutions. On top of that, the studio has a bunch of hair on the furniture, mold on the bathroom, though its still a nice place, but it will take a bit to convert it into a habitable living situation. My boyfriend who I am moving in with has not been the most helpful with helping me with these communications. 2a. The apartment manager at the studio got mad at me for negotiating the rent with him this week. The rent for two people is a lot higher than it is for one and I wanted to haggle it down. He simply said, I have a guest over right now, I don't want to negotiate. Let's talk Tuesday or Wednesday, thanks. And he hung up. That made me feel incredibly worthless. Additionally, he told the person I am attempting to rent from now that he is getting a good deal "I'm making a lot of money off of two people... not bad," the exact text he gave to the current person living there, which made me feel pretty icky. People only see me as money bags and nothing else. 3. Yesterday as I was finishing up moving from current apartment to studio, I drove home and a cop gave me a speeding ticket. I didn't know I was getting pulled over so he was really rude to me. When he pulled me over he said, "man that was really tough for you huh?" I told him it was my first time getting pulled over. I was driving my sister's car and her insurance was expired when I gave it to him. He took off 10 miles (I was going 85 but he put 75+ on the ticket) and when he got back after 8 minutes, I was really nervous so I started crying. He told me, "I don't want you being emotional while you drive so you can stay pulled over." He said it in a way that was incredibly demeaning and I was really upset by it. Now, I am waiting in agony for the ticket to arrive in the mail. The silver lining: 1. I'm extremely poor and California is nice about ticket fees. 2. I managed to find a subleaser for my current apartment. 3. The studio is nice and I wouldn't need to avoid my roommates like last year because I hated seeing them. 4. I can get a reduction on my internet price because I'm poor. Thank you for reading through this, I am such a mess right now.

At the beginning of the uear my sister gave me a challenge. For years I have been wanting to fill out my sims save file, but havent. My sister's challenge is to build 23 lots in 2023 and I guess so far it's going pretty well.
I have really found a lot of inspiration for different things to build and incorporate in my builds. For example the four neon/retro inspired Oasis Springs or the huge Windenburg manor with inspiration from the Salvatore boarding school from Legacies or even just filling up Henford on Bagley.
What are some of builds you have made so far this year?

1. Henford on Bagley - restaurant / bar (3/1/23)
   
2. Henford on Bagley - flower shop (4/1(23)
   
3. Oasis Springs - Bowlingalley (2/1/23)
   
4. Oasis Springs - movie theater (4/1/23)
   
5. Oasis Springs - Arkade (14/1/23)
   
6. Henford - Big farm (22/1/23)
   
7. Oasis Springs - cafe (12/2/23)
   
8. Brindelton Bay - Dutch style (14/2/23)
   
9. Oasis Springs - Spa (18/2/23)
   
10. Willow Creek - Park (25/2/23)
    
11. Moonwood mill - Roller skating (11/3/23)
    
12. Oasis Springs - Casita inspired (12/3/23)
    
13. San Sequoia - Starter home (16/3/23)
    
14. San Sequioa - Family (20/3/23)
    
15. San Sequoia - Ice cream restaurant (2/4/23)
    
16. Windenburg - Massive manor (16/4/23)
    
17. Tartosa - Wedding Chapel (30/4/23)
    
18. San Sequoia - Community center / Rec center (20/5/23)
    
19. Henford - Country cottage (22/5/23)
    
20. Brindelton Bay - Pet shop (27/5/23)
    
21. Copperdale - Music store (29/5/23)
    

Our home is currently on the market. We’ve received feedback from several agents that their clients loved our house, it’s perfectly priced, but were concerned about the “area”.
There is a trailer park directly across the road from our house. You can’t see it from our property as we’ve lined our property with privacy trees and fencing. My spouse feels like we should leave a note in the house addressing this to potential buyers.
Backstory…the park was built within 6 months of us buying the home. We had no idea when we bought the house and were very upset when we discovered the plans because “who would want to live right next to a trailer park?” We’ve lived there for 10 years and honestly haven’t had any issues from the park or the residents. TBH, several residents have helped look out for our place when we’ve been on vacation or away. But I totally understand someone’s apprehension about buying a $350,000 home (3,500 sq feet with 7 acres) if they feel that it’s an undesirable area.
Would a letter to potential buyers stating all of the above be beneficial? Or would it be best to let it go and trust that the proper buyers will come along.

I finally got both my front door and garage door "smart-enabled", and I have really been enjoying not having to bring keys with me anywhere. But now I want my doors to open automatically.
The issue is: when I take my bike - I park my bike in the garage, so I need the garage door to open automatically. But when I drive my car, I don't park it in the garage, so I park in the driveway and enter through the front door. My phone (app zone detection) is the method I'm using to detect home presence, and I take my phone with me in my car and my bike.
I'd love some sort of clever way to tell the difference... I was thinking NFC tags, but I can't think of a way to do it without needing to get my phone out of my pocket.
Has anyone found any good solutions for this type of issue?

Completely disregard this rule!
You do not need to flair your posts as humojoke if you are being serious!
(Im on mobile so I cannot change it till I get home)

Coming from T-Mobile. Doing the 100 Day Trial, UW data, Pixel 6a. Syracuse, NY.
I figured using Verizon's network would provide service that was at least on par with T-Mobile, but it hasn't been the case. I'm either getting throttled or hitting dead zones in areas that don't make sense (eg. business parks).
UW network was recommended by US Mobile, and people around here seem to say Verizon is the best so I have to think I'm getting deprioritized.

Request: option for proximity locking everywhere, with proximity unlocking only when not at home or disabled entirely. Found that my R1T parked in my driveway unlocked itself when I walked around in my home. A guy walking by with his dog took the opportunity and stole all my sunglasses from the truck… and he might not have noticed except for the door handles presenting themselves. Also wish there was an event audit log. Had to review my security cam to figure out what happened.

Hey Sportsfans — it's time for Week 9 of baseball Power Rankings: It may be Tuesday, but still thought about how much we dislike your favorite team 8 Days a Week. Also pool side blackjack is now my favorite part of Las Vegas. John Fisher, please ignore.
Every voter has their own style / system and the only voting instructions are these:

"To an extent determined individually, you must take into account how strong a team is right now and likely to be going forward. You must, to some degree, give weight to the events and games of the previous week."

TRANSPARENCY: This link will show you who voted each team where and has added neat statistics!
New Voter Chance: Are you a fan of the Dodgers? Why? We have a new voter oppening. Please check this comment for details.
If something is a little messed up, feel free to pester me let me know.
Total Votes: 28 of 29. So close.

#		Team	Δ	Comment	Record
1		Rays	0	Everyone's favorite myliobatiformes played another good week of baseball with the return of Tyler Glasnow. The Rays took an exciting series against the Dodgers after recharging during a weird mid-series rest day against the Blue Jays. Wander Franco is making his case to be starting SS in the All-Star Game, just make sure you don't accidentally vote for one of his brothers. It's still super weird to watch the offense carry while the bullpen struggles, but with guys coming back it should be f--, wait, Fairbanks is hurt again.	39-17
2		Rangers	+1	Series wins against both the Pirates and Orioles the last week has the club holding the 3rd best overall record in the majors. Go Stars. We're still having fun.	34-19
3		Braves	-1	3-4 last week and we started this week off with a loss against the Oakland "Triple A's" which is not good Bob. On the VERY brightside, we saw Soroka pitch from an MLB mound for the first time in almost 3 years. He pitched well and we need him to perform as we are absolutely depleted by injuries. Riley is starting to come to life. We hold a 4 game lead on the scond place MARLINS. Our division doesn't want to take advantage of our recent struggles, that's fine by me.	32-22
4		Dodgers	+1		33-22
5		Orioles	-1	A few weeks ago, I said if the Orioles can go at least .500 in May then they are for real. They wrapped up a winning month yesterday and have three games to go. They continue to play well, even though they lost the series against the Rangers, and seem to play better away from Camden Yards. They did, however, send Grayson Rodriguez down this week to AAA. He just has some stuff to figure out. He was getting crushed in his past few starts, and it was the right move to make. This solidifies the fact they need a frontline starter if they are going to make a serious push to get to and make noise in the post-season.	34-20
6		Astros	0	Jose Abreu finally hit a home run. All is right with the world. Unless the world's name is Lance McCullers Jr., who had another discomforting setback and we have no idea when we will see him this year. I still blame his hair. Anyway, our other Jose hit a grand slam at MMP this weekend. Where have we heard that before?	31-22
7		Yankees	0	It certainly would’ve been nice to take 2/3 from Baltimore, but it’s very hard to be mad at the Yankees’ month of May. Since May 1, the Yankees are 18-9, a huge turnaround from a .500 April. As we enter the dog days of summer, the top of the AL East is tightening up, but the Yankees don’t face either of the teams ahead of them again until July. The Yankees have to keep playing at this pace, and a Stanton (and maybe Rodon??) return could seriously help that.	33-23
8		D-Backs	+1	The Diamondbacks had a decent week, barely missing out on a sweep of the Phillies before dropping a series to the Red Sox. The offense gets on base but has been allergic to driving in RISP, and the starting rotation continues to be a merry-go-round, as none of the rookie pitchers on the team seem to be able to string together several good starts in a row without getting blown up once or twice.	31-23
9		Blue Jays	+1	The Jays' first series win since May 14th pulled us out of a bad-vibes tailspin the likes of which this fanbase hasn't seen since, well, the last time everybody freaked out over a losing streak. The usual suspects' continued confounding slow starts (Manoah, Kirk, Varsho, etc) have dropped us 10 games back from TB, last place in the best division in baseball. And YET, hope springs. Berrios (3 or fewer ER in 8 of his last 9 starts) finally appears to be pitching to the level expected of him when he was signed, and is pumping out quality starts along with Gausman and Bassitt. Kikuchi has slipped as Kikuchi does but has been very solid for a #5. We don't have the depth to send Manoah down for some needed alone time, but he's pushing it. Vladdy has been scuffling, Springer is heating up, and Bichette is an MVP candidate. With a little bit of lucky regression to the mean with abysmal RISP numbers, this team is just a few turns away from being very good. As long as we don't have to play too many games vs AL East teams. That should be fine.	28-26
10		Twins	-2		28-26
11		Mariners	+4	Just what the doctor ordered - 6-1 in the homestand so far. Some momentum is just what this team needs before two big series with teams they're chasing for playoff spots. If the M's can handle business over the next week, they'll be right back in the thick of it. Bryce Miller, do your thing. Up next: 3 vs. Damn Yankees, 3 @ Globe Life ParkFieldStadiumGardensArenaDomewhatever they're calling it these days	28-26
12		Red Sox	-1	Scoring four runs total while getting swept by the Angels isn't a great look. This team is in many ways aggresively mediocre, always making sure that every win streak is followed up by an equally painful gut-punch. This is mainly due to the reliance on the offense to carry us to victory (2-17 when scoring <=3 runs), when the bats get cold, you're safe to turn off the game. Whitlock returning from injury and Bello/Sale both stepping up their game in May (2.74/2.42 ERA respectively) are good steps towards this team becoming Actually Good™ though. We'll see what June brings us...	28-25
13		Brewers	-1	Taking two of three from the Astros was nice. Barely avoiding a sweep from the Giants was not so sweet. Milwaukee has some issues with hitting in "close" situations. The Brewers either lose after having multiple opportunities to tie it up, or get absolutely blown out.	28-25
14		Angels	0	Did I travel out of state and all the way to Anaheim just to watch the team get swept by the Marlins? Perhaps. Was that objectively worse than what the Reds voter is going through? It's impossible to say.	29-26
15		Mets	-2	The Mets, who I proclaimed to be "good at baseball" last week, ended up dropping 2 of 3 against the Cubs and doing the same against the Rockies. I just don't know what to believe anymore. The only thing I know for sure is that Francisco Alvarez has got that fucking dawg in him, he's GOATed, he's him, he's on fleek, he's poggers, he's a proper legend, he's got an .885 OPS, he's a top bloke, he's got swag, he's fresh, he's Gen Z Mike Piazza, he's lit, he's making me feel old because he was born after 9/11, he's Francisco Alvarez.	27-27
16		Gigantes	+4	The Giants won yesterday, but strictly talking about last week, they went 5- 2 on an extremely acceptable road trip without any off days. Defeating two competent teams like the Twins and Brewers should feel good. On both losses, they gave up 7 runs, on every win they gave up 3, 1, or 0 runs. So, they threw two games out of 7 – that’s allowed. In the bad news department, Joc, Joey, and Thairo all not expected back until June 6th. I think we’re okay with more Bailey Patrick and this also means another look at unpredictable slugger David Villar. Slater continues covering for Joc. Let’s look a the numbers: 13th in MLB in Run Diff (+6 spots), 12th in RS / G (+6), 15th in RA / G (+2), 23rd in Bullpen ERA (+5). All of that is good and especially the bullpen is promising recently. The Giants continue at home vs the Pirates and wrap the homestand with 3 against our orange and black brothers in Baltimore.	28-26
17		Pirates	-1	Would I have been happy to learn on Opening Day that the Pirates would be around .500 at the end of May? Yes. But if you told me they got there after starting 20-8 I would be pretty disappointed. Here's hoping the pendulum swings the other way in June.	26-27
18		Marlins	+3	Yet another appearance of sweepy, the meme that was promised. After a rough series against the rox, we sweep the angels to settle into the third NL wild card spot. Our starting pitching is coming along after a bumpy start to several of our starters. Eury perez is gonna be a stud, just wanna remind yall. Also, shout out to Jorge Soler, who has been crushing baseballs the last week and change. In other miami sports related news, boston is the first city ever to lose two game 7s at home in both the NHL and NBA playoffs in the same year. Go Heat and go Panthers!	28-26
19		Phillies	-2	After losing 2 to the Diamondbacks and going down 5-0 in the 3rd game, the Phillies season looked as bleak as it could in late May while only being 4 games under .500. However, the team rallied and Trea Turner tied it in the 9th before going onto win it in 10. Then, they went down to Atlanta and split a 4 game series. It could've gone far worse. The Phillies most pressing need is now seemingly a 5th starter who isn't a guaranteed loss, as this week they trotted out Dylan Covey, who hadn't started a game since 2019. He got 2 outs and gave up 7 runs. He took the spot of Bailey Falter who, after a surprisingly productive 2022, started the season 0-7. Falter is the far better option, but Dave Dombrowski will likely be looking to upgrade until Andrew Painter can finally return. This week, the NL East road trip continues with their first 3 games against the Mets and 3 in Washington. Here's hoping June Schwarber shows up again this year.	25-28
20		Padres	-1	My Dad tells me it’s ok that the Dad’s lost 2 / 3 to NY; the Dodgers lost 2 / 3 to the Rays! The Pads aren’t in the same stratosphere as the Dodgers right now, though. 5 games under .500, 10th in the NL standings, 3 games out of the last wildcard slot. Of course there’s quite a bit of time to change it, there’s plenty of time to go on a run, or a slow and steady good month to gain ground. With every day that passes however, that goal becomes a bit harder to reach; I don’t think Pads fans were hoping for a wildcard spot by the end of this season, but that’s the position the team has to get to before even thinking of catching LA. The Padres are 4th in the NL West, and only a half game out of last.	24-29
21		Cardinals	-3	2-2 @ CIN; 1-2 @ CLE; 0-1 v KCR; another struggle week for the Cards. The fandom's been a bit kneejerk because of two good weeks before this. Their mistake. I'll say it a third time, the Cards playing at or beyond their expected level doesn't change the rotten FO. Yeah Marmol's pretty close to being fired, that's not a fix when the problem is John Mozeliak.	24-32
22		Tigers	+2	The most fun part of this past week has been watching the resurgence of Akil Baddoo. His energy is infectious and adds an exciting dimension to the lineup. As we head into the last few days of May, Baddoo has sported a .302/.405/.508 slash and a 155 wRC+ this month. Although he's still been hitting mostly in the 6 hole, if this keeps up he might find himself much higher in the order real soon. This week: 2 more vs. TEX and 3 at CWS.	25-27
23		Guardians	0	The Guardians won a series this week. I would like to see them win some games by more than one run, but it's clear this season, we have to take what we get.	24-29
24		Cubs	-2	Another terrible week for the Cubs, as a promising series win against the Mets was followed up by an embarrassing sweep against the Reds. The starting rotation was terrible, and the bullpen was somehow worse. Fans have had enough of David Ross, and Jed Hoyer is starting to come under pressure. Barring a dramatic turnaround, the Cubs will be sellers for the 3rd trade deadline in a row	23-30
25		Reds	+1	Okay guys, I’m here to be calm this week. I have been told by my wife’s attorney, Tom, that they are “aware” of my online activity regarding our impending divorce, so today let’s have a nice, calm, relaxing, perfectly fine, good old fashioned talk about Reds baseball. The Reds are just sorta middling. They’re not great but they’re not horrible. Unlike my marriage. Our starting pitching has resgressed, just like my marriage, and it’s very unfortunate to see, because our bullpen has been quite reliable unlike my wife. We still can’t hit home runs for some reason, but overall unlike my marriage the Reds on the upturn. There, are you happy Tom? I didn’t mention all the crap that’s been going on lately. I didn’t mention how I had to leave the Motel 6 I was at because I found a used needle in the bathroom, and by the way Tom, I know that you’re trying to use that as evidence that I can’t take care of my kids. I don’t even know who’s needle it was, it was like wedged behind the toilet. Believe me, I only found it because I dropped my phone while using the toilet. It wasn’t even visible, I had to like get on my hands and knees and crawl behind the toilet to grab my phone. So it puts the image in my head of some heroin addict or whatever sitting behind a toilet at a Motel 6 trying to get high, which honestly that just seems like an even worse situation than the one i’m in. Do I think it’s a coincidence that the day after I left the Motel 6 because of this, you’re requesting a drug test from me before I can see my kids? Huh Tom? How did you know about this incident Tom? The only people that know are the Motel 6 staff I notified, I don’t think any police showed up, so either you questioned them like i’m some criminal, or you’re following me. I know you’re reading this Tom, you’ve made several references to my posts on the baseball power rankings insinuating it’s me writing them, and yeah Tom you’re right it is me, can everybody in the comments give praise to Tom for being a regular Sherlock Holmes? Yeah everybody come on, Congratulations Tom! You’re the man! I’m gonna let you go home and fuck my sister, oh wait Tom I forgot, YOU ALREADY ARE. When you get home tonight tell Caitlin her brother says hi. Alright, I think I got that out of my system. Anyway, I think once more of our prospects are called up, probably around June or July, we may get hot and finish more closely to .500 than initially thought, and if this division stays like it is, and those prospects can deliver on their promise, it's entirely possible we could be in contention for the division. But a lot of this is gonna depend on if our Starting Rotation can get things back under control. Also we swept the Cubs so lol.	24-29
26		Nationals	-1	Week after week, I expect this Nats team to take a nose dive. I expect them to crumble and slip into a double-digit losing streak but it just isn't happening. They lead the NL in batting average (.267), are third in OBP (.330) and have the lowest strikeout rate in MLB. They still have their own troubles, but this team is alive (4 games out of a WC spot)	23-31
27		Rockies	+1	I don't have time to write a real blurb this week so you don't have to print this. Actually, you probably don't read these, I'm not sure anyone really reads them anyways besides the Reds guy's life breaking down, and this will probably get printed regardless.	24-31
28		White Sox	-1	Liam is back. I can't overstate how great that is to hear. He is one of the best people in the game and it's nothing short of amazing for him to be pitching in May. If you missed it, it was recently revealed that he had stage 4 lymphoma, not an early stage. He started treatment just over 3 months ago! Nothing on the field matters for this team, but at least there's that silver lining.	22-34
29		Royals	0	As of the time that this blurb is being written (Monday at 11:39 AM), only two teams in the majors have a record below .400. Yup, the Royals are there with the A's. I suppose the positive is that the team figured out that they can get rid of useless players in Hunter Dozier, but they still have a lot more work to do.	17-38
30		Atléticos	0	The A's have given up 10+ runs in a game 7 more times than they've won. It's a mix of bad roster building (the bullpen), under-preforming vets (Ramon Laureano 74 wRC+, Tony Kemp 38 wRC+), injuries (Seth Brown and Paul Blackburn are just now returning), and no fans in the stands since 2019. It's soul crushing to watch and the national media's constant condecention toward this particular poor team and it is even more annoying this year.	11-45

I (25f) moved into a new apartment 3 months ago. It is a large duplex - I live in the basement suite and the main/2nd floors are a separate suite. My upstairs neighbour S (mid-30's f) has been making my life very difficult ever since I moved in. Some context:
I've lived with roommates before, but this is my first time living on my own and I adopted a 2-year-old cat named Lucy when I moved into this apartment. S is a single mom with two young kids. I hear her yelling at her kids, swearing at them, and the kids crying nearly every day. S has a front door to the house with a doorbell camera, but there is also a side door that we both use to access our suites. I have the breaker box for the house in my apartment, so anytime a breaker flips (which happens semi-regularly), either myself or the landlord has to manually flip it at the breaker. All the fuses are labelled so we know which is which. One day shortly after I moved in, she had a breaker flip and came down to my apartment door, banging on it and asking me to let her in to flip the breaker. She noticed my cat's food dish and toys and asked if I had a cat. When I said yes, she was annoyed, saying "That's why my kids have been so f-ing sick since you moved in! They're allergic!" (We live in a pet-friendly building, and she has two dogs).
When I was having my wifi installed, she came down to complain that the wifi tech parked in her spot, demanding that he move immediately. She angrily told me that he should never have parked in her spot when I "didn't have permission" to allow him. He parked there of his own accord and I had no idea since he just showed up at my door. There were a couple of other times she came to my apartment to flip the breaker, with no major issues.
Now to the issue at hand! A couple of days ago, I got home after work, and within 5 minutes she was banging on my apartment door and yelling at me to stop messing with her. Through the door I asked her what she meant, saying I had no idea what she was talking about. She said her power was out again and to just turn it back on, then she went back to her apartment. I was very confused but looked at the breaker box and saw that all the switches were in the right position.
A few minutes later, she came back and was even angrier. I opened my door so she could look at the breaker box herself thinking it would calm her down. It did the opposite. She started yelling saying she didn't know what she ever did to make me mess with her, why couldn't I just leave her alone...When I said I never touched the power and was not doing anything to her, she began yelling in my face. She called me a liar, saying that she had cameras and saw when I come or leave the house. She said if I didn't stop messing with her power, I would be sorry. She flipped all her breakers off and back on, then she left.
I immediately emailed my landlord describing what had happened. She called to apologize but said she was confused. She had instructed S to call her if she had power issues, so why was she coming to me? I mentioned it had happened before and the landlord told me that she would remind S not to come to me. After informing the landlord of the other interactions with her, she instructed me not to open the door and to call the police if S came down and would not leave me alone. Over the next few days, I felt more and more on edge and unsafe about the situation. So I emailed my landlord again saying that I felt unsafe and if S thought I was still messing with her, I was worried she would escalate and do something drastic. I said that because of how unsafe I felt, I was going to start looking for a new apartment, and hoped that they would allow me to break my lease without the penalties (2 months' rent) that were outlined in my lease agreement. Apparently, since S had not physically harmed me and I had no actual proof of what had happened, it was her word against mine. So if I decided to break my lease, I would have to pay the full penalty. I cannot afford to move AND have to pay the fine, so what should I do?