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I'm looking for a temple that I can have online shabbat with. The nearest temple near me is almost two hours away and is too long of a drive for me to do due to illness and I really want to be able to have shabbat with other people instead of just praying at home. I miss being a part of a community. I don't care of the state, or time zone it doesn't bother me as long as I can do it virtually. I tried with my hometown temple but they no longer offer virtual services. Thanks in advance.

This is an honest question. I think I'm going to throw the towel. I've tried Apple Music, no ATMOS on Desktop App nor iTunes App, tried TIDAL, no ATMOS on the desktop App but works on FireTV (I hate that device and I hate it even more than I have to somehow connect it to my receiver on a separate line to be able to hear ATMOS tracks when I have the PC connected through HDMI.
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Okay, kind of long but here goes.
My 10 year old autistic son has REALLY struggled with school the past 2 years, after a year at home doing remote education where he really flourished. He used to be quiet and shy, then broke out of his shell and started really engaging with adults mainly. Then school started up again... He turned into a kid who has outbursts at school. It started with minor stuff - whining, passive refusal, not following rules like "don't touch the instruments in music", bossing other kids around, complaining, being silly, getting up from his seat... and escalated over the year at a steady rate. Crying, throwing himself to the floor, refusing to do work, shouting... Improved temporarily when they found an EA. By the next year, the EA had retired and they had no one so it escalated again to picking up chairs, making threats to himself or others, running out of the room or building. The school was understaffed and their solution was let him scream in the hall, put him on the floor in the hall to eat lunch, or stick him alone in a room to work. I wasn't told he was having FORTY MINUTE LONG meltdowns. No one told me. He doesn't do it at home. They said no one was able to help him.
So they started to call me to leave work to pick him up. They just did not have anyone to support him, so the behaviours escalated. Discipline didn't help. Kindness didn't help. Nothing really seems to work.
One problem was other kids teasing and egging him on - this was not addressed IMHO and while I don't condone his responses, he was solely blamed for it. He developed an extreme aversion to other children, and is now hypersensitive to anyone even looking at him, thinks kids hate him, assumes the worst. His self esteem tanked.
He has been through a LOT (sudden death during covid of his grandma he saw daily his whole life 2 years ago, extreme bullying to the point some kids smashed our window and he can't play outside alone now, lack of support at school, a highly stressed mom (me), new babies at his dad's, lots of changes). I do not blame the school for being understaffed, many of them tried. It was extremely stressful for all of us. But it was traumatic to my son.
He is now at a new school for a month and the behaviours have carried over. He's in an autism class with only 6 kids, 1 teacher, 2 support teachers. They do part of their day with their own grade, then go back to their home room for most of the time. It really seems amazing there. But. He still seems unable to handle it. Still spending his day crying, shouting, whining, refusing, melting down, won't go near other kids or interact.... It's breaking my heart and they don't know what to do there either.
At HOME? He's been doing amazing. He started therapy in early 2022. First group for a few months, then 1 to 1. They work on social skills, emotional skills, how to express his empathy, problem solve, etc. They are wonderful and positive and supportive of autism. I have seen extreme gains at home in so many areas. At his dad's (separated) he has become so kind and patient with his little brothers. When I take him out, he's mostly great.
The worst issue I have at home is mainly avoiding/arguing a little or repeatedly asking me to buy apps and whining lol. Normal kid stuff with the spice of autism. He is wonderful if I ask him to help with chores, tell him it's time for bed, etc. He brings his dishes to the sink and gets himself ready on time. He definitely does have a pervasive "negative" attitude in some ways. Getting frustrated a lot when he can't immediately be good at something, giving up fast, complaining, using inappropriate expressions when he's mad ("I should kick that stupid guy in the face" type stuff)... We are working on that. But he's NEVER physically aggressive, mean, or destructive. Doesn't really have meltdowns anymore, very rare when he's overwhelmed. Has started self regulating and getting his weighted blanket out or fidgets or asking to go for a little walk.
Lately he has been more emotional, crying sometimes, missing his grandma, feeling hopeless. I feel like, no wonder, with everything he's been through. I am getting him into psychotherapy soon, while we work on it at home too and I'm starting parent coaching sessions soon, just trying to find the right fit for 1:1 psychotherapy with autism. He is definitely anxious, and I am concerned about it.
The school is still pushing for meds. But the side effects worry me. It absolutely is behavioural but I also can't tell how much is environmental. Problem is, consequences don't help, neither do rewards. But he must have SOME control as he doesn't act this way anywhere else, even under pressure.
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My dream solution would be quit my job, try to homeschool. As a single parent, not an option sadly.
Has anyone else experienced this? I feel so, so lost. What do other people do? Has anything worked for your kids?
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The struggle of the Royal Pendragon vampire overlords against the secular religion of Psychiatry and the Catholic church.
I am not fully human a part of my genome descends from the Anunnaki which devolves back to the Royal Scythian houses roughly 80 generations ago. I am member of the ancient Elven, Dragon race. Ancient Dragons used to dwell in the forests of France and Britain and we practiced a form of Royal Communism as part of our Grail code. In the earlier days of the Anunnaki it was possible to freely practice the Grail Code via an empathetic consciousness which was particularly strong enough for the foundation of the Grail Code within the family of the Gods. The peoples' selfish , individualistic motivations stood in direct opposition to the Grail Code of Royal Communism and community service. The motivation of Elves was driven by our transcendent consciousness , which can only operate in an environment of truth and empathy. If one desires only truth and empathy and gives instinctively for the common good, one becomes a target for deceivers and opportunists.
A reversal has taken place in the Western world where the warrior class has usurped or replaced kings as leader of the people. In times of trouble they leveraged their position to take over.
Having a taste of power, greedy and treacherous warrior captains decided they would either go it a lone or take over by force of arms. They opened up the door for an even more stupid class of people to poison their way to the top. Who were they exactly ? That is right the settled warehouse tinkers -- the scumbag cheating peasants with no money . They were the ancestors of the middle and upper classes today.
You might think that because someone has an aristocratic title e.g. Duke or Earl or Lord that they are the genuine aristocracy. However you would be dead wrong since they inherited these titles because their ancestors were merchants or traders who had enough money to buy them from Christian kings who were also elevated peasants circa the time that the Merovingian Dragon kings were deposed of. And you wonder why the earth is in such a state ?
When society is run by tinker peasants, as it is right now, the tinker mentality leads to every single thing as having some kind of price tag on it. In the world run by tinkers everything has to become a “marketable commodity” and its importance becomes linked to superficial “marketing potential”. We have been so accustomed to such values and buzz words that we are blind to the dangers and inherent immorality behind them. We now have a situation where “Doctors” can diagnose people with middle class tinker euphemisms , such as ‘mentally ill” or “schizophrenic” with a bible that is a modern day pseudo-scientific Malleus Maleficarum. Also, where people calling themselves “doctors” can visit indigenous peoples, take dna samples from them by drawing blood and then patent their genes.
Faced with the violence and hostility of a group of myopic animals hell bent on pursuing their own selfish interests and unable to see the larger picture the pure Elves had no chance of survival , whatever other states of affairs might have transpired. This is how the mayors of the Palace took over and deposed of the Elven/Dragon Royal Merovingians. They exploited the innate trust and complacency etc.. of the Merovingian Kings.
Dragon culture was scientific and we can perform magic inter alia so we attracted the hostility of the Catholic church. The Catholic Church forged a Document known as the donation of Constatine which replaced the Merovingians with the Carolingian dynasty (if I remember correctly) then the Catholic church waged a thousand year Elven holocaust chasing the French Dragons and Pendragons deep into the forests of France and Britain. For over a thousand years the Church initiated a consistent policy of genocide that is still unrivaled in human history in terms of relentless violence and hatred.
This genocide continues under psychiatry but Draco Sentiens are by no means their only target because Dragons were once part of a genetically clear sighted Elder race that looked over and protected the peasants from such abuses as we see in current day psychiatry.
So one day I was a happy Pendragon frolicking in my native habitat of Cornwall/Devonshire. Then a black cloud appeared on the horizon and three banshees or banhees descended upon me. Who were the banshees or banhees? The three horseman of the Pendragon apocalypse : the tyrannical sadomasochistic automaton genetic turnip peasants Emil Kraepelin, Freud, and Wilhelm Wundt. Freud came with his pet frog Charcot and they all stood behind the fascist kraut Kraepelin who uttered that I had the pseudo-scientific nonsensical diffuse label of schizophrenia. His German arrogance blinded him from the fact that genetic turnip peasants are not qualified to pontificate on a Draco Sentien's (Pendragon's) state of mind since I enter transcendental perception via the unity of the godhead through an elaborate royal rite with my red headed virgin grail maidens called the Derkesthai vision (perception). The peasants proceeded to poison their way to the top so I could not guide humanity via my superior Derkesthai perception. Now all of humanity is suffering as a result but ironically the peasants are hardest hit by this tragedy of epic proportions.
Transcendental Derkesthai perception :
After a consensual royal rite ritual with my red headed virgin grail maidens, where I consume their blood, my the right chemicals go int my brain receptor sites so I achieve transcendental perception.On the this Dragon "path" one is imbued hereditarily with Dragon capabilities in varying measures. As one progresses along the path these capabilities wax and wane according to necessity. The Derkesthai is the main process, in which information is "channeled" through the conduit of the Dragon archetype; specifically the heightened the racial consciousness of those of the Dragon blood. Through this process I pick up naturally, all sorts of information relating to varied aspects of the Dragon tradition in its many manifestations and branches. This is all backed up academically through the work ofPierre Proudhon of Dr. David Barker; George Woodcock; Lysander Spooner; Professor Miranda Green; Pierre Proudhon; Professors Pierpaoli and Regelson; David Anderson; The Oxford English Dictionary and last but not least Mr. C. Murray Hall M.A. ( Sussex University).
The apprehension of the Noumenal realm through the Derkesthai process :
The great philosopher Immanuel Kant demonstrated that the world homo-sapiens experience is not the real world. That world does not embody homo-sapiens’ concepts of time, space and causality. Homo-sapiens perceive things through a three-dimensional scaffolding, in a tense of past-present-future, and within a framework of casual connections. As a philosopher from that time period could not have known, that 20th century physics has confirmed, these constructs are not even a component of the world that homo-sapiens can measure with special instruments and maths. Isaac Newton’s concepts of time and space do not apply to the macro world of special and general relativity or to the micro world of quantum mechanics. The real world different from what homo-sapiens measure and experience. Kant concluded that the deepest level of reality is inaccessible to the thoughts of homo-sapiens and their so-called knowledge. The ultimate reality is in the perceived world of the Noumenal realm. Only Draco Sentiens are able to percieve this reality through the Derkesthai process.
Whence Homo-Sapiens ? :
From the Oxford English dictionary we see that the prefix homo has two meanings. There is the Latin meaning (from whence comes man ) and the Greek meaning as in homo-genous, which means "the same", "common", "average", "mediocre". The word Sapiens is itself derived from a latin word i.e. "sapienta" meaning understanding. However it was also used in the Middle English period -- explicitly in the sense of artful, deceitful, contrived or would-be (wannabe) wisdom; meaning ex concessis dialectcal sophistry or low cunning and hypocrisy. We derive the term 'sap' from from sapienta, which has been used throughout the English speaking world to taunt idiots and fools.
Therefore, jocularly , in contemporary currency the phrase homo-sapiens defines a common sansculotte-esque undistinguished homonid species. You homo-sapiens think the same self-deluding thoughts, relating to each other through a veil of deception, within a limited field of conscious (non-derkesthai non-transcendental) reponses and conditioned reflexes like sheep.
Don't confuse me for a homo-sapien as I am a Royal Draco Sentien vampire supported by Sarkeny rend and the illuminati.
Now being a Draco Sentien I have a different number of the correct axon membranes in the right type of synaptic receptors and an increased number of dendrites connecting the appropriate brain cells across both hemispheres. In layman’s terms Dragon princesses have round pegs and Dragon Kings have lots of round holes, in stark contrast to non-dragons, who seem to have different shape pegs and holes , and less of either. The Church and modern day psychiatry do not respect this neurodiversity and they hate the fact that they can't use “Dragon magic” so they attempted to destroy it so no one else can use it either. They hope to level the playing field so the stupidity of their own political ruling clients won’t be noticed in comparison to the hopefully exterminated and unobservable wisdom of the true Pendragon kings.
If one thinks they have the right to be acknowledged as a fellow “Draconian” of the ancient Elven, Dragon race then you are welcome to submit a geneology that devolves back to the royal Scythian and Mitanni houses at least 80 generations ago to the Imperial Royal Dragon court and Order or Sarkany Rend.

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I’m a 26 year old white English male. So for about 14 months now I’ve had pelvic and festival pain. When it first started my balls were aching quite severely for about 1 week straight & and I also had an uncomfortable feeling in my pelvic area halfway between my pubic area and my belly button, but on the left side. I went to the doctors, he thought I had a cyst in my testical, after checks, I don’t. It took about 10 months for me to properly see someone and get diagnosed with a small varicocele in my left testicle. I’ve still had the pelvic for the entire time, all day, everyday. About 8 months in started developing an itchy anus which would bleed when wiping (no blood in stool). Assumed this was due to an anal fissure/hemorrhoids.
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I recently had a Vericocele embolisaiton procedure, however it wasn’t completed as when they had the metal coil inside my vein, they couldn’t locate the exact vein people normally have in that location because in their words ‘my plumbing is different to most people’. I’m currently waiting to hear back to see what they’re going to try instead. I really need this sorted, it’s effecting my mental health and wearing me down. My pelvic area sometimes feels like I’ve got pins and needles there, it’s just really uncomfortable and my balls ache everyday. I don’t know how they haven’t completely ruled out a hernia or bowel cancer but it’s a nightmare trying to get booked in for a doctors appointment with the NHS and when they do check something I’ve always got to wait about 4 months, meanwhile my condition could be getting worse.
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Exercise - Weight lifting 4/5 times per week, been doing boxing every Saturday for nearly 2 months.
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Thank you.

Advice from the ladies more in my age range appreciated. I'm 51/m and I match with someone new perhaps 3-4 times a month. I generally only swipe on those I feel could be a genuine match. I look for connection and chemistry on the first date and will only go on subsequent dates if I feel a genuine mutual interest.
I matched with someone new this week and we had a brief interaction on Bumble before exchanging numbers as I asked her out for a drink. She seemed excited about it and suggested Thursday night (today).
We live in the same metro vicinity but not real near each other. So, there are a few areas of town we might meet and I know places to go in each of these areas, and I'm happy to suggest options. During our Bumble conversation, I asked "What areas of town would be convenient for you? I have options to suggest". She said "ok, I'll think about it", and then gave me her number for us to switch to text.
This was Tuesday. I have sent her good morning texts each of the last couple of days and asked how her day was last night. In addition, I asked if she had had any ideas for meeting tonight. Her response was a bit cryptic saying "I'm trying to see what'll work."
Here we are mid morning on the day we're supposed to meet and we've said good morning today. However, she still hasn't responded to confirming plans for tonight.
I generally don't mind being more spur of the moment, especially with someone I know. But I also don't like blocking my evening for someone when I'm not sure if they plan to actually show up. I give it a reasonable chance she'll ask to reschedule or just cancel altogether.
So my question is this - what's a clever way to phrase a text to confirm plans for tonight without being too pushy, but also somehow stresses it would be decent of her to not leave me hanging indefinitely?
One other thing, I go out of town for a few days early tomorrow and won't be back for a few days. In my experience, if you don't meet relatively quickly with someone new, interest can fade very quickly, so I am hoping to meet her tonight.
Thanks for your help in advance on how to phrase this text.

So, I live in Florida, and for those who don't know, Assault was discontinued in FL for some reason. Earlier this morning, I'm at the gas station near my job, getting myself a couple energy drinks, and I see this can of Assault. I was SO FKING HAPPY... for a moment. I even waited to drink it so I could savor it since it had been like 10 years or so since I last had it, so I was STOKED. I cracked it open and took a sip... and... why the fk does this taste like cherry cough medicine?
Like, I legit thought I was remembering the flavor wrong for a sec until I saw that a bunch of other people are in the same boat. I'm sitting here at my desk thinking "Do I just have a really shit memory? Did my taste buds change? What happened?" But, glad to see I'm not the only one who bought this going "Wait... what the f**k is this shit?"
I finished the can, and after getting over the initial shock, it's not as bad as the first sip. But holy f**k, this is NOT the same flavor AT ALL. I was expecting a sharp, almost fruit punch, but more sour-ish, flavor. NOT this super sweet monstecherry-cola shit. Needless to say, I'm not buying Assault again until they fix it.
And it's such a bummer too, seeing this flavor took me right back to the good times, which there weren't many of, in high school for a moment, and then trampled all over those fond memories when I tasted it. It just makes me sad man.

I tried using Tinder as well other dating apps, but I gave them up because of the reasons I detail below. I am not writing this from a supercilious place--I have friends and family who have found long-lasting love off of the apps--but only as a document of my experience. I hope you enjoy it. (You can also read it here for better formatting.)
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I met Anna atop a toilet seat. You see, I met Anna on Tinder, when I was atop a toilet seat. Anna was the first girl I ever met atop a toilet seat. She was a Swedish girl who stood a self-reported five-foot-five. She had cold crystal blue eyes and blonde hair that fell in waves past her shoulders. Evidently, she had been surfing—though she was still learning—and liked dogs. She also seemed to like tight black dresses that emphasized her dimensions. I was an Indian-American boy who stood a slightly fabricated five-foot-eleven. I had bright green eyes and brown hair that curled above my ears. Evidently, I had several friends and liked poetry. I also liked tight black dresses and attractive Swedish girls, but I only implicitly revealed this information. Likely, it became explicit soon after, although I cannot remember exactly what I said to her because I felt nothing when I said it. However, I do remember that our conversation was both brief and curt: some chatter and then a sporadic series of “where are you?”s. § Two hours later, we were together. I met her by Union Square’s subway steps on a warm October night. She had her phone in her hand and was wearing a tight black dress and black boots that came up to her knees. “I thought you would be taller,” she said. “Thanks,” I replied. We walked five blocks to an apartment party. She had a few drinks and I had more. Ninety minutes later, we took an Uber Pool in the direction of my apartment. To the ire of our driver, she refused to stop fiddling with his music. Three or four times, he scolded her when passion prompted her to turn up Avicii’s latest radio hit. “There are other people in the car,” he said. But Anna really could not help it. Eventually, he gave in and all of us—her up front, me in the back with a couple who did not care for Anna’s fidgety fingers—drove up Tenth Avenue listening to electronic hit after electronic hit. Upstairs, everything proceeded quickly along the expected lines. Once we reached the end of them, I took out a book of TS Eliot poems I had recently purchased. I read her The Waste Land while she checked the quality of her manicure and tried to discern the exact white of my walls (eggshell) and listened to the slight hum of my refrigerator to determine if it was a signal of dilapidation. “I had not thought death,” I continued with ardor growing by the word, “had undone so many—” “Can we go back to bed?” she asked, her lips in a pout, her head cocked to the left. I read the next line to myself—“Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled”—and looked up at her. “Sure,” I said. She left at eight o’clock the next morning in the same dress and heels of the night before. We never saw each other again. We never spoke again. Expected lines. But I do still think of Anna fondly from time-to-time. She was my first and only experience on Tinder. She was the girl who inadvertently showed me that I should never use dating apps, not because the experience was bad, but only because of what constitutes their foundation. § The definition of bravery is the ability to face danger, fear, or difficulty. Before Anna, I had always needed to take a risk with an attractive girl. Anxiety would climb up from my stomach to my throat—sometimes my voice would quaver, sometimes my hands would shake—and I would be full of an atavistic fear that still arises today. I am not alone in that fear. Nearly every man I’ve spoken to is still filled with it—in spite of the eight beers sloshing around his stomach—because of how risky approaching a woman was in tribal times. Not only could rejection lead to a social ostracization that would make it harder to mate in the future, but the very act of talking to a taken woman could lead to a caveman depositing a rock on your head. Despite the irrationality of the fear in today’s context, most men still feel the boulder looming, which was the insight that made Tinder successful. With Anna, there was no nervousness to speak of: technology had finally helped our brains catch up with the abundance of modern society. I could not feel rejection from her because of the application’s design: had Anna not responded, it would have been another. Tinder showed me that there was a sea of Annas, all accessible as long as you were equipped a well-tuned profile and a sinewy thumb up to the challenge. Dating apps are similar to other modern “innovations” from the junk food that plays on our desire for the once-scarce sugar to the social media platforms that play on our craving for social validation and acceptance. Though there are certainly positives to these technologies, the removal of evolutionarily-coded frictions often has adverse consequences. Now, we die of obesity not starvation. Now, we feel alone despite having thousands of followers. Since the advent of the internet, we’ve learned that it is easy to hijack our lizard brains, but it is not easy to do so satisfactorily without insidious effects. When technology makes pleasure more accessible or discomfort less painful, the negatives often flow from one place to another. By removing much of the traditionally-required courage from dating, Tinder has made us weaker because bravery—like any other muscle—atrophies when one does not exercise it regularly. Avoiding opportunities to develop courage is a terrible idea. Bravery is more important than other qualities of body and mind because it is the cornerstone of a well-lived life. Courage enables us to uphold other virtues, and it is the defining factor of potential: much of the difference between what your life is and what it could be comes down to your valor in trying moments. But all forms of modern technology make it easy to live a life that is entirely uncourageous, and it is no coincidence that we’ve reached the nadir of our collective heroism. Societies break down when courage is winnowed out of them—should we be surprised that our world is in pieces? § The definition of romance is a feeling of mystery, excitement, and remoteness from everyday life—an explanation so reductive that it is useless. Romance, like many sensitive emotions, can only be understood through experience. Unfortunately, dating apps in tandem with modern culture and technology are making it more and more inaccessible—not only in sexual relationships, but in all aspects of life. In the past, young adults went out to hear live music that played with their heartstrings—now it’s grinding to the Blue Remix. In the past, we stopped strangers to ask directions—now it’s Google Maps. In the past, we stumbled into small alluring restaurants—now it’s DoorDash. Our distaste for immersing ourselves in the intricacies of life does not stop there. Dating—once the nucleus of the romantic experience—has been reduced to one million faceless faces; countless one-night stands under the guise of sexual empowerment; calculated dating decisions based on curated photographs and physical dimensions; the quota of flirtation before the bedroom. As romance can still exist after the first encounter, perhaps it is possible to design a dating app that encourages it as Keeper is attempting to; yet in their current iteration nearly all of them are training us that sex without connection is the expectation, not the exception1. For a platform to successfully regain what we’ve lost, they must not only open us to emotion and train us out of our societal fetish for “body counts” the length of laundry lists, but also curate experiences that send butterflies fluttering with the same passion that used to be found in the Ritz Bar. Until that day—if it ever comes—Hinge, Tinder, Bumble and the like will continue to be partially responsible for the death of romance, a genocide we must take seriously as it is one of the core reasons to live. Without romance there is less love, regret, remorse, happiness—at times exhilarating, at times painful—but always bringing us in deeper connection with the feelings that make us human. Today we are moving towards a world where many of us only have a seed of this spirit inside of them, locked up in a solitary walled garden, nearly impossible to reach. § Bravery and romance are forces that are too strong to be wiped out at once. Instead, they will die the death of one trillion cuts. Every swipe is a cut. Every one-night stand without a trace of connection is a cut. Dating apps are responsible for billions of them.

A few weeks ago I posted about an altercation with my neighbor(https://old.reddit.com/pettyrevenge/comments/13dp3t6/petty_revenge_on_my_jerk_of_a_neighbo), I thought I'd give an update.
The few days after the altercation, when I would come home and pull into the driveway the jerk would walk out front and watch me pull into my garage. After the third time I decided to let him taste his own medicine. I walk down to the curb and collect the mail, and as I am walking up I see Jerk staring at me, so I just stop and stare right back. After about 5 seconds of staring him down with a bemused look on my face he throws his hands up in the air like he is confused.. He yells over to me that 'I don't have a problem', and I respond with well you keep watching me go in and out of my house like you have something you want to say, and he says 'well yeah, you tore me a new asshole the other day', which might be true.
So I explain to him that the reason I am not willing to talk/work with him is because of how he treated us when we had to shovel snow, and that the only reason we had to shovel was because we were told he is the reason the snow removal service cancelled, due to the way he parks his truck. He says this is the first he is hearing of this, and that no one told him that his truck being parked there was an issue. At this point I get a little apologetic for my rude outburst a few days earlier, because if he doesn't know then I don't believe I can blame him.. He agrees to give me his phone numbeemail so that I can contact him regarding issues with the private drive, and says he is willing to move his car for snow removal. He does derail and go on a few tangents regarding the elderly neighbor, apparently they have been at each others throats since Jerk moved in, and he refuses to talk to the elderly neighbor. I explain that I'm not going to get in the middle of their squabbles, but from my perspective the elder neighbor is helpful, he helped shovel snow, and Jerk did not. In the end I told him I would take my yard waste a little further down like he initially asked.
The next day I contact the other neighbors, and explained that Jerk's stance is that he had no knowledge his truck was causing problems for the snow removal. The next day the elderly neighbor puts a photocopy of a receipt he sent to Jerk over a year ago in my mailbox, the receipt has a message for Jerk that says the snow removal service is complaining about his truck and they are threatening to cancel service. Which implies Jerk lied to me that he had no knowledge his truck was an issue.
A week goes by and I get a rude text message from jerk. It accuses me of putting additional yard waste in the area I agreed not to, and he says I am doing it just to piss him off. I respond with 'Check your facts, I didn't put anything there'. He then does apologize for being rude and says it must be one of the other neighbors.
That brings me to today. The way I see it I should try to work with him and get along, but at the same time I am not going to let him take advantage of my or the other neighbors kindness. I believe in the iron rule, as long as he chooses to act like a Jerk he is going deal with a jerk.

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I work as a receptionist/paralegal at a small private law firm. After Memorial Day weekend we had someone come in requesting to speak with the attorney. A much older gentlemen who demanded to see the attorney. His issue was tangent to our areas of practice and something our firm rarely does. So I scheduled him in later that day.
The front lobby of our firm offers refreshments like coffee and candy which our guests can access while they wait. I saw him stuffing k-cups & tea bags into his pockets while fixing himself a cup. He left, came back a few hours to “ask a question”, made himself ANOTHER cup, and then left. Then he came for his appointment, fixed himself a third cup and filled his pockets again. He met briefly with the attorney and the attorney determined we couldn’t assist him with the case. As he was leaving he stopped by the reception and made in appropriate comments, said he would bring me flowers, helped himself to another cup and left.
He came the next day to ask us about pricing for another service, helped himself to another cup, pocketed more stuff and, again, made a bunch of inappropriate comments and asked me what time I get off (which I of course did not tell him). He took his goodies and left.
Today I come into work and there were roses on my desk. Thankfully my shift starts a little later cause I close the office but it’s really starting to get out of hand. I feel anxious about him coming. I’m anxious about running into him out of work as he lives in the area my office is located. His comments make me uncomfortable & the fact he just helps himself despite not even being a client is just angering me too.

I made a character and this sotry for star wars (i made this story for my English finals, i had a month to make it and got an A on it), the characters name is Saya Eban and is a character I have been thinking of for over a decade now (im not in my 2nd decade so since i was super young). Saya at this time is 13-14 years old and was given inspiration by almost all the other jedi and also star killer. He is human and with reliance on the force he can live up to 1000 years with hi peak being between 35, 40 ish to around 800 years of age. In terms of prime power level and potential, in my canon he is 3rd most powerful character just underneath luke and anikan Skywalkers, but could contend with them at some points. Little background: he was a prodigy in school before he became a padawan, he always had an intrest in a character named Ahsoka Tano but never became more than friends because of the Jedi teachings. He was a fast learning youngling and became a padawan earlier than most other younglings, becaming a padawan at the age of 11 - 12. He was in the first battle of Genesis but his troop transport ship was blasted out of the air, landing behind enemy lines leaving him the sole surviver, and scarring him, making him want to never see uneeded bloodshed ever again. He met Count Dooku before he had met Obi-Wan and Anikan on geonosis, he locked blades with him once... once, before he was thrown aside like a house fly, not worth his time, he was out until the retreat of the battle was initiated. This gave him night terrors and nightmares, after this day he could never sleep more than an hour, if that, before he woke up feeling the dark side creeping in. So he had learned to use sleep meditation. Sleep meditation allowed him to accelerate his trainings and connect greater to the force, he had unlocked 1/3 of his life now, the force helping his cells heal his body while he sat and meditated.
This story is of how he lived through one of the bloodiest battles and worst losses of the Republic, the battle of Sarrish, and of how he had obtained his later main star ship, a Kom'rk Mark 1 class star fightetransport, aka the Puro (i made this story before I have watched the 3rd season of the Mandalorian, as of right now i still haven't so Idk if thats in season 3 or not).
There is about 11,340 words in the story, and I don't 100% know of what I should make him look like so have your imaginations run wild.
Ok here we go:
Tales of Saya Eban's Puro
Chapter 1

 The battle of Sarrish was one of the worst battles of the Clone Wars, it was a great devastating loss to the Republic and the Jedi, and I was in the middle of it all. Before the battle I was doing some touch-ups on my A-wing Fighter. I had managed to get my hands on a hyperdrive that would fit in my small fighter, although being able to enter hyperspace without an external hyperdrive wing is very convenient, fast, and easy, it does slow my fighter and hinder some mobility, but not an uncontrollable amount of loss. Little did I know it'd save my life later that week. After I had finished my work, gotten it restocked for my next battle, I was called to the Jedi command center for a briefing by Master Yoda, saying it was an urgent mission and I was needed now, with his backwards way of speaking annoying me slightly. In a flash, I had gathered my battle ready loadout and headed off to the command center. When I entered the command center with the center planning table showing starships from both Confederate and Republic sides, One chasing another. I look and see Masters Yoda and Windu and a holoprojected Obi-Wan Kenobi surrounding the Table, with deeply serious thoughts in their eyes, fingers on their concentrating chins. When I swiftly strolled in, I was greeted with Master Windu's cheerful, but serious voice: "Ah, Padawan Eban, good you're here, come quick, we must act with persistence if we want to gain an upper hand in this war." "Master Windu, good to see you, you too Master Yoda, Master Kenobi, what's the situation?" Master Obi-Wan states, "We are currently chasing Separatist forces to the planet Sarrish and we will need some back up, could you bring your part of the 104th battalion right away, we have heavy casualties and they're going to have reinforcements when they reach the planet." "Is there not anyone closer than me, it may take a few days for me to get there, yall mabe finished by the time I get there!" I said with hope in my eyes. "I'm afraid that you're the only one that is available with the most minimal time of arrival, you'll have to be quick though, it will be anytime now they will reach the planet and have reinforcements. we need this win, it will be a great victory for the Republic if we are able to capture the planet." Stated Obi-Wan with certainty. "All other generals are on missions right as we speak, you are the only one that can provide back up at this current time." Master Windu added "Closer to Knight after this mission you will be, great padawan you are, your great swift improvements, Master Plo is pleased with, believe in you I do." Master Yoda said with a jolly old-man voice. "Now go, there's not much time to waste, gather your men and go help Obi-Wan!" Rushedly said by Master Windu. "With determination in my voice, I yell "Yes Masters, right away!" And like a flash, I was gone. As I'm running off, I catch a glimpse of a green swoosh and the sound of a bolt deflection. I stumble to a stop and put my legs in reverse to give curiosity the wheel. When I peer in, I see Master Skywalker and Ahsoka, along with roughly 8 clone troopers all in a circle around Ahsoka and her one blade ignited. Master Skywalker had her eyes welded to her as he walked around the trooper. I could see Captain Rex standing and watching as well, although he seems to be the only one who spotted me poking in my head. He motioned his finger to his lips as to tell me to shush and not interfere, so I watched with anticipation. And after a lifetime stillness ending in a second after Master Skywalker yelled "START!" And stun doughnuts fire from the blasters of the troopers, sending a volley of blue twords Ahsoka from all directions. With great flexibility I pair with, she jumps into the air, spinning like skates on a skate rink in mid air deflecting all incoming plasmic projectiles landing with swift grace ready for more, And more came, she stands in the center blade moving almost faster than what my eyes could keep up with, until that one bolt punches her right in the back, knocking her to the ground, diminishing the blade back into the hilt. I spring into the room, speaking with worry in my voice when I squeak out "Ahsoka! Master Skywalker, what was that!?" 

"She was just training deflecting blaster fire, she's going to be outmatched a lot in this war, and clones are better than droids to practice with." Anakin said with pride that she was able to last little over a minute, thats improvement.
"Well I guess you're not completely wrong, but your going to give her a brain injury at this rate! Could you not go a bit easier on her?"
"She'll never learn if I go easy on her." Master Skywalker said with little arrogance in his voice.
"W- well, here, l-let me wake her then." I stuttered as I walked up to Rex holding Ahsoka like he's a pillow.
"Rex, do you mind if I-"
"Not at all General, here." Rex said as I sat next to him holding Ahsoka's top half of her body.

 As he caringly sets Ahsoka's rhythmically beating top half in my lap, head facing the heavens, I softly lay my hand over her forehead, close my eyes, and concentrate. A few suspenseful seconds later, I take my hand off and observe Ahsoka's hand softly glide to her now curling forehead, eyes fluttering open. 

With a smile I voiced"Wakey Wakey warrior princess, have a good nap?" Smirking the whole time.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes Nicksters." She groaned with fading pain.
"What are you doing here?" She leisurely grumbled as she started to lie propped up by her desirable, fluorescent orange arms made of flexible muscle.
"I was walking by, and saw a 'damsel in distress', I HAD to come and 'save the day'." I joked, smirking the whole time, annoying her little bit more.
"You know I have been dying to use my force heal on you since I had learned it. I bet you don't even feel bad at all right now hm?" I said leaning in
Ahsoka starts to stand as to get a feel for her own body.
"You're right, I feel better than I did before, not bad for someone named Nicks." Ahsoka said smirking right back at me.
"Oh come on, that was one time, that was even before we became patiwans!" I said with little dramatics in my vocal verberations.
"Ok Master, I'm ready to try again." Ahsoka said to Master Skywalker
"Not now Ahsoka, we have a mission from the Jedi council we have to attend to while Obi-Wan is on his own mission." Anikan said to Ahsoka, elongating his 'not' like he usually does
"I'm actually about to go give help to Obi-Wan right now… WHICH I NEED TO GET PREPARED FOR NOW!! Karabast, got to go! See yah Ahsoka, Master, Rex." And like a ship entering hyperspace, I was gone.
Chapter 2

 After 2 boring days traveling in hyperspace, me and my 5 Veneter class Cruisers are nearing our destination, this would make 12 Cruisers for the Republic side. A new commander CT'-4112 or Zerek, debriefs on the battle situation. As I had sensed, Obi-Wan was outmatched seeing as backup was on planet Sarrish for the fleeing Separatist ships, now it's 11 Munificent class Cruisers and 2 command stations blockading the planet. Kenobi was starting to be pushed back, relying on our Cruisers longer ranged cannons to hope the Sepies didn't get too close. Our Cruisers have longer ranged main canons and toms of fighter room, while the Sepies Cruisers have more fire power at closer ranges with more fighters than our Vendor class Cruisers, at closer ranges, the Sepies would completely destroy a Venetor class Cruiser, but we have strategies and will power. 

"Glad to see a friendly face Saya." Kenobi said exhaustingly.
"Well, it looked like you needed help. You know I need to be the one to save everyone. I'll move into position to fortify our defenses to push the Sepies back and for us to make a plan. What is your fleet's condition?"
"We have 2 Venetors heavily damaged and the rest either have mild to no damage. And we have lost half our fighters as of now." Urgently said by Kenobi.
"Ok, I'm sending men and supplies to you right now, let me take the front so I can take the damage if they send another attack." I calmly said to Kenobi.
"Men battle positions and set all power to front cannons and shields. Venators get into pincer position and get ready for an attack. Fighters get ready to launch." I commanded to all my Cruisers
"Master, if you could, could you add in your undamaged Venetors? " I wandered and directed with much mastery, I even made Obi-Wan himself visually impressed considering my inexperienced mind in life, and especially war. I even managed to make him smile.
"Getting in position now." Obi-Wan stated, still smiling.
"Understood, While you get everything fixed, I'll see if I can weaken their defenses, it seems as if they're in attack positions so we gotta be ready for anything." I said in deep thought.
"Ok, 10 to 13, I like those odds, makes it even, more so for the Sepies." I grinned.
"Now Saya, remember this is still a battle, don't be too cocky, you're starting to remind me of Anakin." Obi-Wan said with conviction.
"Yes Master, sorry about that." I answered to Obi-Wan, pulling back a little.

 Just then, many starfighters come from the enemy Cruisers, hundreds of them lightning fast, closing distance fast. 

"All right men, time for some fun. Obi-Wan, if you want to take command of my control center, I'll lead this fight." I said before Obi-Wan could respond.
"Ok- but Saya! Blast, maybe he's too much like Anikan." Obi-Wan said defeatedly.
As I get into the hangar I yell "Alright Wolfpack, let's get goin!" Then I hop into my modified Jedi A-wing.
We rush out from the center roof door along the Cruiser with my squadron aka The Wolfpack, with me leading my 23 fighters into battle and many more friendly's following from the hangars.
"Ok Wolfpack, let's make a break for them Cruisers, get as many of them gone as possible. 411 you ready?" I asked R2-411. R2-411 bleeps with readiness.
"Ok, time to blow them out of the sky, remember, stay in formation" I commanded.
"Yes sir!" The Clones bellowed.

 Then we hit the swarm with a mighty thundering sound of lasers flying through the emptiness of space seeing one after one of enemy fighter droids dropping all over the place. Me and my Wolfpack fly through all the 2 winged Vulture droids that look like each wing was sideways and has 2 prongs each side for wings. They were way more quick and maneuverable than us, but we had a duty to win, and we won't lose today. It's like a firework show, but you're dodging all the fireworks, and they're aiming right at you. While we are defending the Venator Cruisers, they're mostly firing at the Sepies Cruisers, slowly dwindling their energy shields down. 

"Boys, I have a plan, but I'll need yall to get back to the Cruisers." I urged
"Obi-Wan, how's the 2 heavily damaged Cruisers? We've been out for a long while. They should be good by now right?" I questioned Master Kenobi.
"They're about to come back into the fight, but one of our Cruisers is at a quarter shield, few good hits or bombing runs and it's gone, what's your plan Saya?" Obi-Wan said, perplexed.
"Just give me an opening to the left Separatist control center, that's all I need to get on that ship." I stated with confidence.
"I'll try my best, but don't be stupid Saya, we can't afford to lose you."
"Yeah yeah I know, just get me an opening please Master!" I begged.

 After the words fleeted from my mouth, all the Cruisers fired a hole through the droid fleet with friendly fighters also making way for me to get through. I blast the afterburners straight through the enemy swarm that's been lesson by the commotion, just barely being hidden by smoke from a just destroyed fighter straight into the leftmost control ship hanger landing with an explosive entry. And immediately I jump out, igniting both, my straight emerald green saber in my left, and my yellow saber with a curved hilt similar to the Count's hilt himself in my right. I'll face him again one day, it's inevitable, like me. I land and immediately cut a group of B1 battle droids heads off with my yellow saber facing out, giving me more reach, but as I start to take fire from the army that quickly form from my landing, I swiftly doge left to right almost able to doge the sight of a human eye. Left, pop goes the heads of 3, right, pop goes 5, jump through the air on an almost straight path through the thick of the army, spinning with a light show if one were to be an onlooker at this chaotic organization of flying red plasmic bolts going to a mix of yellow and green, then proceeding to fly straight back at the shooter with twice the velocity. I land on my feet with a thunderous "BOOM" with what seems like an explosion that incinerates half of the whole hanger with an electric yellow glow seeming like yellow lighting exploded from the epicenter of the explosion. When the smoke cleared, it seemed that everything within a 5 meter radius was completely incinerated, and everything within 40 meter radius was heavily damaged, and any technology within eye shot was either scrape or short-circuiting, but all B1 battle droids and super battle droids were out. 

I sighed with relief with little heavy breathing when I looked around me, but with no time to rest, 6 Vulture droid fighters came through the hanger's magnetic shield door, transforming to walk on its pronged wings like they were legs. They scanned me and started raining a flurry of red down onto me, but with my lightning fast reflexes, I raised my sabers to block the incoming hellfire from all six fighter's. Then came the flurry being deflected in any direction possible, and I could just barely see the 6 droids started to surround me by going behind my back, but I ain't done yet. As I'm blocking, jumping, spinning, twisting on a micrometer, I stomp with a mighty force, launching through the air, slowly spinning straight for a Vulture that has became the prey. Bolts whizzing by me, inches, centimeters near my skin, singeing my arm hairs to their roots. I land on top of the droid with a thunderous boom crunching where my foot had landed, driving my sabers straight through the brain of the story high droid, with a counterclockwise rotation around my back, dragging my sabers across the metal of the droid, I leap off the droid landing with the feathers and fly forward with a flashing dash slicing through 2 other droids legs, leaving gravity do its magical job. 3 down, 3 to go, but with little time left. I launch forward running on hairs dipping and dodging blots, I leap up slicing through one leg of a droid and pushing off of its gravity taken hull, coming down on another droid's leg, cutting with ease. I land like a leaf in the autumn skies, and launch with a swift leap, flying my yellow saber straight down the middle of the 6th and final droid with no time to spare.

 I land with caution, ready to fend off another foe, but none came at that second, so I took the opportunity and ran with it straight to where the main reactors should lie. I swiftly sprint with force leaps through the air to get to the reactor, the ship is 270th of a circle with a ball where the command center is, the middle is the only connected between the back of the ball and the inner back of the circle, that's where the reactor is, im at the left most side, may take me a minute to reach it, but I can get there without being seen. My plan was to quickly fix and rewrite a Vulture droid's code to go with my command, not going to be the best work but it will work, hopefully. I had to act fast because I knew there were going to be hundreds more droids to come to see the commotion, I'd say within the minute. The codes used on the droids are not the best, because of mass production, so It was an easy fix, I just needed it to fly a small bit. It comes back to life with a putt to its movement, I directed it to start flying while I'm on its back, putting the whole time with smoke, just what I needed. I start to move forward as fast as possible. As we get around the hundreds of battle droids below, I'm starting to speed up, and as I see the reactor room, I could hear B1's yell " HEY! STOP! YOUR GOING TO FAST" in their robotic voice. Before I hit the Shield covering the reactor room, I jump off to the left where the blast door is for the room. With the distraction of the droid smashing into the shield, I use this time to slowly cut through the blast doors with both sabers starting at the bottom of the door, going up and around to form a circle I can fit through. I was through within a Minute, unnoticed, or so I was led to believe. When I get into the reactor room, I throw explosives all over the reactors, with a detonation in T minus 1 minute. I fly out of the room, calling for 411 to bring my ship as fast as possible, 55. Running across the hanger, I'm spotted by the hundreds of battle droids, which immediately start firing right as they see me 50. The explosion of the fighter droid caused a chain to nearby explosive barrels, exploding more Vulture droids causing tons of smoke and fires to spread around the hangar area, 45. As I'm running, my yellow saber is blocking multiple bolts flying at me while I'm jumping, spinning, performing acrobatic movements while being shot by hundreds of droids, from B1's, to super's, to droideka's, all firing at me, adding to the smoke, 35. Running with young blood in my veins, I perform 1, 2, 3 long jumps and leap onto the side of a slanted destroyed Vulture droid, 30. I jump up, reaching for the cloudy sky just as 411 swoops in predictively shoving my hand into the side of the sharp A-wing hull, 25. I grab the side of the hull and pull myself up into the cockpit, grabbing the controls, 20. I spin to the exit with roughly 67° of the hanger I need to shoot out of, I fire the afterburners using the circumference of the circle and my fighters movment to my advantage, 15. Pushing forward, I am drifting an A-wing around the hangar of a Separatist capital ship skimming the walls centimeters away from an explosive fiery death, 10. I barely screamed out of the hanger, to be able to see a view of the capital ship flying stright for the other Sepie capital ship, 5. Im still firing the afterburners to try and attempt to get a safe distance away from the soon to be collision sight, 4. I let 411 take the control's, 3. I turn my head to look back, 2. I see the collision of the 2 270° hangers, 1. I watch as i get the view of a star being formed right infront of my eyes, and seeing many Sepie Cruisers being absolutely engulfed by the flames, and a blast wave decimating the Vulture droids… blast wave…. BLAST WAVE! Just then I'm thrown far, along with the debri. I manged to gain control of the craft and start performing advanced monuvers to avoid being hit by debrie that will demolishe me and my tiny fighter. 

"Saya, can you hear me? Saya?" Master Obi-Wan Kenobi pleaded.
"Yeah, yeah master, I'm good, I'm fine. Woo…!" I said with a sigh of relief.
Chapter 3

 The explosion had decimated the Separatist forces leaving 4 Cruisers sustaining heavy or mild damages, but with an opening, Obi-Wan and I travel to the ground along with Captain Cody to go for a large ground assault. Master Obi-Wan's plan was to drop in and gather our troops and split them between Obi-Wan and commander Cody. We were west, they were east. The Separatists had the high ground seeing as they had a cliff to their advantage. Flying in on gunships, we were taking heavy fire from their anti aircraft cannons. Commander Cody and I are debriefing the squad on the way to the rally point, seeing gunships after gunship falling to the rocky ground in a fiery explosive ball of red hot metal, and screams, with no plants in sight, just rocks, gunships, and red streaks flying by. Explosions booming right next to us with our doors right open. We have been ordered and ordering troops to stay far away from the mountain top gun fortifying the mountain top of the cliff, leaving that gun for the gunships and the best of the clone troopers, or ARC (Advanced Recon Commandos) troopers to deal with that later, seeing as a ground assault is too dangerous for us. As some of the clones have said, it's not an easy mission, but hops are high. 

"30 seconds until landing." A clone trooper yelled to me and Cody.
Cody starts with "All right, listen up! Maintain squad formations, 'A' squad, You're on me-" ZZZZZEEEROW- BOOOM!
"Where hit!" I yell "Everyone! Hold on!"
Before we hit the ground I leap out of the gunship with a backwards somersault, force pulling all the troops out of the burning fireball heading for the ground, grabbing all of the men, including the 2 pilots at the front, breaking through the windows. I land like rain from the sky, catching the troops I just pulled out with my powers and have them roughly land on the fluffy rocks next to our now downed gunship, no casualties yet. I rush over to take cover under our gunship on its left side behind enemy lines. I sit and meditate as they come up with a plan.
"What's the status lieutenant?" Cody asked
"5 injured thanks to General Saya, but that's not that bad news… Does that Rock look familiar?" The lieutenant asked.
"Yea, the mountain, right where we're not supposed to be." Said Cody
"General Kenobi ordered us not to try taking this section from the ground." The lieutenant regenerated back again with what was already established.
"That's what he said…but what would the general do if he were here?" Cody rhetorically asked.
"Saya sir, what do you think?" A trooper asked me somewhat desperately.
"I think Cody should take this one, I've got your back Cody." I answered with my legs crossed, eyes closed, slightly levitating over the rocks.
"Eight-Eight-Six-Seven through Eight-Eight-Six-Nine and Saya, fix your grapples and come with me. Everybody, prepare for covering fire." Cody ordered.
I get up, eyes still shut, ready to block anything coming our way.
"NOW!" Cody yells, sprinting across what is our no-man's-land
I open my eyes, ignite my Sabers, Green in left, yellow in right, and dash towards the now incoming blaster fire. I sense it, left side, block, right side, deflect, one for Cody, deflected. We get to some stalagmites at the bottom of the mountain, sustaining heavy fire, I pose as a distraction for all the fire, deflecting as many blots as I can back at the metal men. One troop trips and falls, pow, bolt straight through the head. Cody and the men shoot the grappling hooks up towards the top of the mountain and start climbing. I jump from my spot reigniting my sabers, driving them through the mountain side, helping me grab hold with my feet. And when I look up, I see a grapple fall behind me. I tried to grab the rope but I was too late. When I managed to obtain it, he had already hit the ground. Another tragedy, one that never had to happen, life being wasted away. I look up, a droid stairs emotionlessly down into my emotion filled eyes. A blue bolt shoots past me, impacting the droid's head, sending the body backwards.
Cody and the other clone rises from the cliff side as I leap up from the side, landing in front of the clones and immediately start deflecting with my 2 sabers having nothing pass. Cody takes this opportunity to run around my defense and attacks the droids head on, bashing one droid with the butt of his rifle and swinging his rifle at another, destroying both of them. The droid manning the anti aircraft gun turns and aims at Cody. Instinctively I jump in front of the cannon as it fires, I deflect the large bolt away with my right yellow saber, knocking my body to the right, making me stumble. But with the motion throwing me to the right, I use the momentum to throw my green saber with my left hand, impaling the droid in the metal chest. Cody then hops onto the turret, points the gun at the droids firing at our men, and lets loose, destroying all in its reticle.
"Thanks General, I owe you one, ill getcha next time." Cody said slowly getting off the turret.
"You're alright my friend, just pay it forward, let's go see how Obi-Wan did." I slightly worried, staring off to the north.

 We group up at the randevu, where we have set base camp on the planet in a small raven a bit away from where we captured the cliff with some makeshift scouting towers dotted around our position. Obi-Wan had more resistance than what he had anticipated, he was a little banged up, but he was fine in the end. This was a huge victory seeing as we have been able to set base on a planet that allows us to get resources through this hyperspace route and onto parts of the army past this point. Before, General Grievous snipped our route to where we couldn't get resources to our army on the other side from Coruscant. 

Chapter 4

 12 hours later, we have rested and have managed to build up a good base incase of a surprise attack. We are still fighting a few fronts of Separatist holdouts with a fortress a few klicks west, or about 4 miles west. 

I sit in my tent meditating, reflecting back on the weeks events, and what Ahsoka was doing back at the temple, training hard. I recite what I did with an almost overwhelming amount of blaster fire attempting to fly into me, how I was just mostly averting the blots away from me and not in a direction that would benefit me most.
'RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE'

 The ground started to shake out of nowhere, breaking my peace. I rush out of my tent, only to be met with a face full of B2 battle droid. I jump back over my tent flipping onto my feet as I see my tent being lit into flames from heavy bolt fire flying at me. Igniting both my sabers, I deflect the incoming fire away from me up into the sky as much as I physically could. I took a glance around, it was becoming more sunlit as we fought. It was a slaughter, clones dying left and right, Kenobi was on the Command ship getting patched, so it was just me, and the clones down here, being manicured. With a swift right step, I change lightsaber form, combining my form 3, (defensive form blocking anything coming way, and either making, or waiting for an opening to strike) with a combination of form 2 (saber to saber form, putting least amount or saber movement and preferring precise efficient movements) and form 4 (saber from using the force to enhance physical abilities, and heavily utilizing fast acrobatic movements to move around and disorient the opponents, using wide sweeping saber movements to block and hit targets) I use the power if the many bolts to propel my body onto my right leg, crouching down and taking a huge lead in to the air. Looking around like it is moving in stop motion, I see thousands of droids around, completely outnumbering my men. Glancing down where I had jumped from, there seems to be a super battle droid rising from the ground, looking as if it has been there for at least a few days. Time seems to start like normal again, immediately I have to block bolts coming for my body, twisting, turning, deflecting every. single. bolt. right to another droid. I can't have any more unneeded deaths in my hands. I land with an impactful explosion of yellow lighting, rendering half of the electronics on the field obsolete. Shots fire over the wall, exploding near me. 

"Everyone, Retreat!" I yelled into the comms.
I ran towards the lieutenant that I had survived the crash with, he was running for a troop transport.
"Get to the ships, return to the Venators! Get Kenobi and relay what has happened!" Urgency blowing through my voice.

 I push him into the ship as it takes off. As it's doing so, I force push it away from the field as to be in less danger of being shot down. But rockets fly through the air, I reach through the force and grab onto the hurdling death traps, I grab 1, 2, crash them into one another, 3, grab, 4, grab, 5, miss. ERRROW… BOOOM! With a hopeless explosion, the ship bursts into an explosive ball of fire, right in front of my eyes, out of my grasp. Shots fly past my head from behind me, I ignite my sunlit yellow saber to block incoming bolts. No men, only metal remains, and it wants me dead. I dash for my ship on the other side of the airstrip, luckily barely touched from this horrible surprise party that invited everyone I very much dislike. Hopping into my A-wing, I lift-off dogging left, right, up, down, roll left, roll right, barely being passed by on all sides by cannon fire. When I reach the point past the clouds, there's a whole war above. Separatist forces have surprised Kenobi with an overwhelming number of ships, putting our war torn 12 Venators against 16 Munificent class Cruisers. We were greatly out matched. But the time I was in space we had lost 3 Vectors compared to there 1 lost. Droids noticed me coming from the planet and started to verge onto my position. 

"Obi-Wan! You there? Can you hear me?" I yelled, pulling evasive maneuvers.
"Saya, is that you?" Kenobi asked.
"Yes, we got surprised on the ground, seems the same happened here." I rushingly said.
"Yes, they came out of nowh-" Kenobi is cut off by a blaring siren from my cockpit.
"Wait, my ship is damaged, it's starting up my hyperdrive, 411 can you fix it?" I said dipping left and right while trying to stop the hyperdrive activation.
With a few bleeps of fear, I understand what's happening.
"When I was thrown from the capital ship explosive wave, I must have been hit near the hyperdrive, and explosions from my escape, along with the maneuvers I have been pulling, it may have caused damage that is registering a hyperdrive activation. Master Obi-Wan, I don't know, I-I don't know what to do!" I claimed with fear in my eyes.
"Can you deactivate the hyperdrive at all 411?" Kenobi asked
411 bleeps with a sad toon.
"Blast, Saya, does it say where you're going?"
"N- No, my council just says ERROR." I stated, now with much fear in my voice.

 I managed to steer my craft into the position of the hyperspace lane. 

"Tell Ahsoka good bye if I don't-" I get cut off when the the hyperdrive powered up woth a vvvvvvvvvvvVVVVERRRRRRR PEEOW, and just like that, me, my A-wing, and R2-411, are gone.
Chapter 5

 It's been days since the battle, mabe 2 or 3 days. Luckily I always keep many ration bars in my fighter to last me a good few days, along with my extra water and my ability to go into a deep meditative state, conserving food and water. Keeping me company is my meditation and 411. We have almost hit some unknown objects, could have been planets, asteroids, other ships, but we seem to be staying in hyperspace lanes luckily, or I would have been dead a long time ago. My class 2 hyperdrive could have taken me all over the galaxy by now, I could be heading towards Coruscant right now for all I know. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
My hyperdrive warning kicked on, showing that there is a massive gravity force in my path. The console flashed with big red dangerous letters "Exiting Hyperdrive" on the screen.
"YES! FINALLY!" I yelled with excitement.

 I watch through the glass to see a barren looking planet, and a similar looking moon, a moon I was heading to. I was moving fast, as I entered the moon's atmosphere, Im grabbing the controls, barely anything. My craft is red hot from the rate at which I'm coming in on. I'm grabbing the stick, pulling back as much as I can, as to try and save myself and 411 from a fiery death. I scraped by a big rocky mountain dealing more damage to my A-wing. 

"HOLD ON 411!"
"Come ooooon. Pull pull pullllll…. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!-" VERRROW BOOOOSH!!! The crash landing sounded like a bomb flying through the air, then landing on its target. I try to get from my seat just to find my strap and window will not open. Using my saber I cut off my seat strap and broke the window from the hinges and leaped out, taking 411 from the craft, swiftly landing on a tall mountainous rock. The craft seemed to have pushed through the land 50 meters from the initial impact spot. The area I was in seemed to be very rocky terrain with many rocky canyons and huge rocks that are almost mountainous. The sun was close to setting down for the night but was still a good hour away from sleeping.

 With the force by my side, I felt a very uneasy sensation telling me to stay out of sight. I duck down on the tall skinny rock taking 411 down with me. 411 confusingly bleeps when I do so. "Hey, I have a feeling right now, just keep quiet real quick, there's somebody coming. Trust me." Me and 411 peer over the edge looming over my crashed ship just as a group of 6 men in full armor covering their whole body fly in with jetpacks strapped to their backs, blasters in hand. As they land, they search around my wreckage, presumably looking for survivors. One seems to be ordering the others around, pointing at one to look in one direction, another a different direction, and scanning around for the unexpected visitor. I look down at my Wrist link, my distress signal wasn't sent, I guess that was damaged from entering the planet at such high speed with no deflector shields surrounding the ship like a protective blanket. 

"Blast, 411, what's your S.O.S signal situation, did it go through?" 411 beeps with a little drama like I should know it didn't go through.
"Well sorry for busting your rusty bolts you rowdy rancor, better to try than to just give up mister sassy pants. Maybe I should wipe your memory for a change, see how you like it."
"Now shush, don't want them to find us spying on them, won't look too good." I demand. "Now here, in case we get caught, I don't want them to know I'm a Jedi, so here, take my sabers, I'm not gonna need them anyways." I said shoving my lightsabers into 411's storage compartment and looking towards the crash again.

 Just then the suit of armor that had been commanding his squad bursts up into my view right on my face out of hyperspace blue. 

"Ah, found ya trespassers, you 2 are coming with me." Demanded the Mandalorian with a snickering sound in his voice as the others rise from the portal of the abyss from down below.

 It was a good thing my ropes where in the tent back on Sarrish, or this may have been an even worse situation, Mangalorians like them hate Jedi with a passion, and it's a good thing I always have a broken blaster in 411 for any cases where I need to blend in with a crowd or pose as a normal civilian; although, the ability to become a civilian at any point is great, I've had little need to do so much. I'm quite popular with the people for being one who tries to connect with the population as a fellow citizen. So I rarely stay in the temple for too long. I love being with the people and learning skills without the force, like being a mechanic, electrician, public speaker, security guard, an all around great person to talk with about anything. I'm quite known on all levels of Coruscant for being one of the most friendly Jedi to be around. Right now though, I need to focus on not being caught, at least That's what my gut is telling me. After they searched my character for any weapons and found the broken blaster that 411 had put in my holster where my lightsaber usually is, they were satisfied and pushed us into one of their big Kom'rk Mark 1 class Mandalorian starfightetransport ship. 

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I wrote up some common things I look for when it comes to building a Docker image as quickly as possible (and oftentimes as small as possible). You can check out the blog post here: https://depot.dev/blog/docker-build-fundamentals.
I'm always curious about what other things folks out there look for when it comes to building their images as quickly as possible. I have found it can really depend on the service/language we are building, so these fundamentals are really a baseline. But, once you get into specific languages or frameworks, there are often further optimizations you can make. Rust and sccache is one that comes to mind for me. What are some other ones?

I have a sister (21), who I'll call Ellie. Yesterday, Ellie had come to visit for no reason in particular. Everything was going fine until the event mentioned in the title.
I have a cat, Jasper. I've had him for a good few years now and he's my cat as opposed to a family pet. He's super affectionate and gentle but not the biggest fan of being held - he'll tolerate it but not for long and only in a certain way.
Ellie and I grew up with a cat named Scarlet who really loved being held and cuddled all the time, and so she assumed Jasper would be the same. She picked him up and I told her he didn't like being held for long. She then said something along the lines of "it's fine! he likes it!".
He started to try to wriggle free so she held him tighter and shushed him like he was a fussing baby. I warned her that he was probably going to bite her, she laughed, and then he bit her. It wasn't a bad bite, just a little warning nibble, but she flew off the handle. She dropped him, yelled at him, got on his level and slapped him?
He ran up the stairs and I just kind of stood in shock for a moment before saying, bluntly, "leave." She tried to laugh it off so I got in her face and told her to "get the fuck out of my house."
My mother, who had sat and watched the whole ordeal (but pretended she hadn't) stood up and was like "guys, me and [my name] were gonna go to the store so Ellie, you should probably get going. It was lovely to see you!"
Ellie begrudgingly left and then my mother was distant to me for the next few hours before telling me "Ellie just texted me and she's really upset at the way you spoke to her. I told her you were sorry and it was just PMS."
I didn't want to start even more of a problem so I just walked out but I texted my sister saying "I'm not sorry and if you ever go near Jazzy again you'll get more than a cat bite" and she messaged back with laughing emojis.
she sent mother a screenshot of my message and now she's giving me the silent treatment (it's been about 18 hours).
I understand how I may have been overreacting, and I guess Ellie didn't know because she's used to cats who are more cuddly than Jasper is. That being said, she's interacted with him plenty of times.
so, AITAH?

Hi,
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