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A Puerto Rican rum made in a style similar to Bacardi (but a few bucks cheaper), Don Q Cristal is a nice, light rum. At 14 bucks a liter, it's probably the best value, ounce for ounce, of any of the rums in this list. It's a good mixer; it makes a fine daiquiri and it works well in other cocktails that call for white rum. The kraken is, hands down, the best spiced rum I've ever tasted. level 2. 1 point · 7 years ago. I second this as it is the only spiced rum I drink. level 1. 8 points · 7 years ago. Bacardi oakheart is the best thing they make. Still not great but it is decent. ... help Reddit App Reddit coins Reddit premium Reddit gifts. Following Spain's Solera method of producing sherry, this Venezuelan añejo, or aged rum, is the first of its kind to be aged from the ground up, via three stacked rows of barrels (varying from oldest to youngest rums) connected to one another, with the oldest on the bottom and the topmost being the youngest. Take liquid from the bottom and the void fills with younger rum—and vice versa. Rum took it. 3-0. Both had fire lines. I dunno why people think Drugz is whack. He reminds me of Westbrook. He ain’t the best but the performance he puts on every night (battle in this case) is entertaining. Good battle. Many rum cocktails call for a white or light rum, a gold rum and/or dark or spiced rum. Popular white rums include Bacardi Superior, Don Q Cristal, Cruzan Estate Light, Oronoco, Mount Gay Silver, Matusalem Plantino, Rubi Rey, 10 Cane, Flor de Caña Extra Dry and Diplomatico Rum Blanco. Flavored Rum: These are primarily light rums infused with fruit or dessert flavoring. They are mostly mixed in tropical or dessert cocktails. Spiced Rum: Spiced rum is a gold rum with added spice. Most of the spiced rums available are infused with anise, pepper, cinnamon, and rosemary. Sipping Rum: Matured and created by master blenders ... The result is a full-flavoured blended botanical rum that is real in every sense. Free from artificial ingredients, full of spice and citrus zest; it is a product of meticulous craft. Five Hundred Cuts pays tribute to the unbreakable spirit of Aberdonian heroine Elizabeth Blackwell. Rum is a versatile spirit when it actually comes down to drinking. Because rum varies so much, the chosen method of imbibing really depends on the rum you’re drinking. Nicer rums, namely dark and golden rums, are great on the rocks or even straight. All the rums below are classed like “Rare Rums”, as there is no official definition to what rare rum is, its based on various different factors. A “normal” rum might become rare due to factors like the closing of a brand etc. Rare Rum Collection. Caroni Rum Moon Import 1969 10th Anniversary. R ecently, a new Panamanian rum aged for 18 years appeared on the scene, drawing howls of protest on the Ministry of Rum Facebook forum. The reason was two little words on the label: “Navy Rum.” To rum purists, this is akin to saying Guy Fieri promotes haute cuisine. The issue of the Panamanian bottle isn’t the quality of the rum; rather, it doesn’t fit any of the criteria associated ...

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2020.09.25 15:23 boardgamerecommender Recommendations for johnis11 (September 25, 13:23 GMT)

RECOMMENDATIONS FOR johnis11 as requested by johnious23 (query: "boardgamerecommender johnis11")
Generating recommendations based on a pool size of 886 with a commonality factor of 85 at level 4 (higher is better).
---NEWER GAMES johnis11 MAY ENJOY---
  1. Hannibal & Hamilcar - 2018 (8.9)
  2. Tramways - 2018 (8.6)
  3. Vinhos Deluxe Edition - 2016 (8.5)
  4. Triumph & Tragedy - 2015 (8.4)
  5. Small City - 2015 (8.1)
  6. The Shipwreck Arcana - 2017 (7.8)
  7. AuZtralia - 2018 (7.7)
  8. Rise of Tribes - 2018 (7.7)
  9. Railroad Revolution - 2016 (7.6)
  10. Galaxy Defenders - 2015 (7.6)
  11. Forge War - 2015 (7.6)
  12. Islebound - 2016 (7.5)
  13. Steam Time - 2015 (7.5)
  14. Escape Room: The Game - 2016 (7.5)
  15. Dragonfire - 2017 (7.5)
  16. Tiny Epic Zombies - 2018 (7.4)
  17. Rum & Bones - 2015 (7.3)
  18. Dead Men Tell No Tales - 2015 (7.2)
  19. Dojo Kun - 2017 (7.2)
  20. Jórvík - 2016 (7.1)
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---OLDER GAMES johnis11 MAY ENJOY---
  1. Shadows of Brimstone: Swamps of Death - 2014 (8.3)
  2. Fire in the Lake - 2014 (8.2)
  3. Shadows of Brimstone: City of the Ancients - 2014 (8.2)
  4. American Rails - 2009 (8.2)
  5. Duel of Ages II - 2013 (8.0)
  6. Kanban: Driver's Edition - 2014 (8.0)
  7. Bridge - 1908 (7.8)
  8. Space Empires: 4X - 2012 (7.8)
  9. 7 Ages - 2004 (7.5)
  10. Mutant Meeples - 2012 (7.4)
  11. Nothing Personal - 2013 (7.4)
  12. Bus - 1999 (7.3)
  13. Steel Driver - 2008 (7.3)
  14. Nefertiti - 2008 (7.2)
  15. The Scepter of Zavandor - 2004 (7.2)
  16. The Princes of Machu Picchu - 2008 (7.2)
  17. Kings of Air and Steam - 2013 (7.2)
  18. City of Remnants - 2013 (7.2)
  19. Wings of War: Watch Your Back! - 2005 (7.1)
  20. Warhammer 40,000 (fifth edition) - 2008 (7.1)
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---GAMES YOU MAY FIND UNDERRATED---
  1. Founders of Gloomhaven - 2018 (7.0)
  2. Rook - 1906 (7.0)
  3. Bomb Squad Academy - 2015 (6.9)
  4. Rush & Bash - 2015 (6.9)
  5. Neuland - 2004 (6.9)
  6. Masters Gallery - 2009 (6.8)
  7. Okko: Era of the Asagiri - 2008 (6.7)
  8. Formula Motor Racing - 1995 (6.7)
  9. Warhammer 40,000 - 1993 (6.7)
  10. Master Labyrinth - 1991 (6.6)
  11. Fast Forward: FEAR - 2017 (6.6)
  12. Tulipmania 1637 - 2009 (6.4)
  13. Speed Cups - 2013 (6.4)
  14. Burger Joint - 2009 (6.3)
  15. Why First? - 2015 (6.3)
  16. Munchkin Booty - 2008 (6.2)
  17. Cthulhu Fluxx - 2012 (6.1)
  18. Queen's Blade - 2005 (6.0)
  19. Hengist - 2015 (5.0)
  20. War - null (3.7)
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---GAMES YOU MAY FIND OVERRATED---
  1. Jamaica - 2010 (6.2)
  2. Escape: The Curse of the Temple - 2012 (6.2)
  3. Apples to Apples - 1999 (5.1)
  4. Cards Against Humanity - 2009 (5.2)
  5. Ticket to Ride - 2004 (6.7)
  6. Blokus - 2000 (6.2)
  7. Citadels - 2000 (6.3)
  8. Lord of the Rings - 2000 (6.0)
  9. Alhambra - 2003 (6.3)
  10. Zombie Dice - 2010 (5.4)
  11. King of New York - 2014 (6.3)
  12. BANG! - 2002 (5.8)
  13. Risk - 1959 (4.8)
  14. Sheriff of Nottingham - 2014 (6.5)
  15. Sushi Go Party! - 2016 (6.8)
  16. Century: Spice Road - 2017 (6.8)
  17. Takenoko - 2011 (6.6)
  18. One Night Ultimate Werewolf - 2014 (6.5)
  19. Ticket to Ride: Europe - 2005 (6.9)
  20. Dixit - 2008 (6.6)
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2020.09.25 06:46 WritesConnor Dipsomania

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy birthday, Connor!”
“Thanks, man,” I said to my best friend, Matthew, he’d brought me here to this little bar for my twenty-first birthday, and we were waiting outside until midnight when I could go in and have my first drink.
See, I’ve been abstinent my whole life, Matthew had always clowned me for it, and now that I was twenty-one, he was practically ready to force me to drink. I’d adamantly declined any kind of alcohol for years and years, but there I was, at a bar. Somewhere I swore I would never go.
As we stepped inside memories flooded me. That black, rotting face, ready to tear into me and never let go. The demon that had consumed my own mother for years. The one I swore to avoid at all costs.
I sat down at the bar.
“What can I get you?” The bartender was about a year or two older than me, he had a charismatic smile, seemed like the type of guy I could trust.
“Um… I’ll just have a rum and coke.”
“You got it, chief.”
A minute later he slides the drink in front of me and asks if I’d like to start a tab.
“No, no,” I say. “This is gonna be all for me tonight.”
This response is met by laughter and jeering from Matthew, he pats me on the back, “It’s his birthday, you can put him on my tab.”
I turn to Matthew, but before I can say anything, there it is. Back again after all these years. The top corner of Matthew’s face, just the temple, is cracking and turning a dark black before my eyes.
I shake my head to clear it, “Be right back, I gotta use the bathroom.”
I step into the stall and sit down as everything comes rushing back.
The first time I saw the demon that had haunted my life for longer than I knew, was when I was eight. I had stayed home from school that day, pretending to be sick because I was tired from staying up all night reading. My mom was home too, also supposedly sick.
At about noon I went into her room to check on her, the door was open and I walked in just in time to see her taking a long drink straight from a wine bottle.
I froze at the sight. I didn’t know why at the time, but it scared me to see her drinking from that big glass bottle. Something inside me knew that it was bad, that bottle was evil. I remembered my mom and dad fighting and I knew that that bottle was the reason for it all. It made her not herself, that was the poison that made her slow, groggy, and mean. It made her gross and it put bags under her eyes and it caused her to cry and it caused my dad to scream at her and for her to scream back. It caused hospital visits where my mom lay unconscious and my dad would tell me that she was just dehydrated and she’d be fine once they got some water in her.
Even before I knew that the bottle was doing it, I could always tell when she was gonna change like that, when she was gonna be different, and they were gonna fight, and she was gonna cry. I was always able to see it on her before anyone else.
Sometimes I could even feel it before I saw her, if she spent too long in the bathroom or if I couldn’t find her in the kitchen or living room. I could always tell when it was gonna be a bad day.
Even in public or at family parties sometimes she would disappear for too long and come back with her voice slurred and a confused expression on her face. She’d act disgusting and volatile, never violent, but it often seemed that it was on the horizon.
It was a theme throughout my childhood, seeing her drunk, but on that day things changed forever. Because when I peeked in at her, for a brief instant, I saw something that was her, but wasn’t all at the same time. It encompassed about a fourth of her face, her ear and the area just before her left eye was black, cracking and scarred with red scratches, blood poured out at a steady rate from a protruding, broken bottle of wine that was shoved in her cheek. I could tell that what I saw was its own being, and it wanted my mother.
But then she saw me, I blinked, and everything turned back to normal. Just my mom, crying and moaning in a grotesque, slurred way.
I reached into my mind for the word, then said it out loud. “Drunk.”
She turned away, crying, and buried her face into the pillow to scream in horrible, pained, shame.
I was frozen, left with a mix of emotions. Fear of what I saw in her for that split second, and a horrible sadness that took control of me. My heart hiccuped, and then I went numb.
Turning away, I walked upstairs and laid in my bed. Staring at my ceiling, I prayed for God to take the demon away.
But God didn’t listen. Over the next few years things only got worse, the demon took more and more of her at each drink she took, and I knew it, even though no one else did.
Whenever I would look at her for too long I could see it. By the time I was ten it took up half of her face. It liked to smile at me, taunting me, telling me that she wasn’t mine anymore. She was his.
I did my best to get through my early teen years. I’m ashamed to say it but I did absolutely nothing to help her, for the most part, I avoided her. I had to do anything I could to protect myself, to create a defense that no one could get through. I had to stop the demon from getting to me, too.
I stayed away from home as much as possible, and when I couldn’t get out I locked myself in my room and played video games, read books, and watched movies, anything but see those baggy eyes, hear that slurred voice, or worst of all, face the demon that was taking her away day by day.
When I was fifteen I walked into my mother's room just in time to save her life.
As much as I’d like to say I walked in because I was worried about her and I wanted to check on her, that would be a lie. I only stepped into her room because I needed money to go see a movie with some friends.
When I opened her door I saw her sitting up with her mouth wide open as a hand shoveled pills down her throat. Only it wasn’t her hand, it was a midnight black and much too big, with long claws stretching at least eight inches long. At that moment the demon controlled every inch of her, her entire head turned into his, horned and smiling, as he swallowed more and more pills, washing them down with a big gulp of wine.
When he was done she turned back into herself and slumped off the bed, falling onto the floor.
I called 911 and rushed to her side, I put my hand to her chest and felt it rise and fall. She was still breathing, but I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat by her side and held her hand until the ambulance arrived.
At the hospital they told my father and I that they weren’t sure if she was gonna make it. I collapsed and cried, but my dad hardly reacted. I think he’s gotten used to it over time. I, on the other hand, hadn’t been old enough to understand what was truly going on until those last few years.
And more than that, my father hadn’t seen what I’d seen, he didn’t know about the demon.
Thankfully, hours later the doctor came back to us and said that she had fought hard, and refused to go down. In his words, it was a miracle.
That comment about her fighting made me think, did she know about the demon? I wondered if she really was at war with it.
That sounded about right.
But if they were in a fight, it seemed to be kicking her ass.
As I sat in her hospital room, watching her lying unconscious, occasionally the demon would take control of her and smile at me, or her hand would instantaneously turn into the demons, and it would twitch and head to her throat, but then she would moan, and twist and turn in her sleep, and she’d go back to normal.
After the hospital, she went to the psych ward, where she stayed for twelve days. It was a suicide attempt after all, and they were doing everything they could to help her.
During those twelve days, when I visited her, I hardly saw the demon at all. The alcohol was being flushed from her system and she was regaining control, she was starting to seem like herself again.
She talks about getting better, she asks us to bring her books to read, she makes beautiful art, amazing portraits of our dogs and our family, of happy times, picnics and baseball games. She tells me how much she loves me, and how sorry she is for letting things get this bad.
She tells me she’s fighting her demons the best way she knows how.
When she comes back home things are looking good for the first time in so, so long. For a month she doesn’t drink, she spends her time on the things she enjoys: painting, cooking, baking. I start to get close to her again, we go for runs together, we read the same books, we watch movies, she even tries to get me to teach her how to play video games.
One night for dinner she makes her famous fettuccine alfredo, my favorite, and when I look up to thank her, the demon is standing behind her, a sharp, clawed hand on each of her shoulders. She looks pained and worried, but she hasn’t been drinking.
This is the first time the demon speaks to me. A rusty, slow, and evil tone. “No matter how far she strays from me, she’ll always come back. She’s not yours anymore little boy, she belongs to me now. Forever.”
Somehow that sends me back to a memory from very early in my childhood. Something I hadn’t been able to recall until that moment.
It’s me and my mom at the park, she’s pushing me on the swing and I’m giddy with laughter.
“Push me higher, mom!” I scream.
“You’re asking for it!”
She pushes me so high into the air I feel like a bird, I jump off the swing and for a second I’m flying, I’m not a bird, I’m superman!
I hit the ground and fall to a knee, then I get up and turn around, already motioning for her to follow me.
But what I see stops me. It’s the demon. Standing behind her, claws dug deep into her shoulders just like in the kitchen, he’s not yet a part of her, but he will be soon.
I tell my mom I’m not feeling well and I go to my room.
In my bed, I cry for a long time, and I start to distance myself from her once again. For the next few weeks, I’m rarely home. She tells me that she misses me but I don’t care. I’m protecting myself.
Then my dad goes on a business trip. That’s something that always scared me so much. Because that usually means the demon has more room to stretch its legs, it gives it confidence, it gets her beer, vodka, wine, it doesn’t matter. Anything to get itself more control over her.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I don’t even try to help her. I stay away. I lock myself in my room with my headset on and I play Call of Duty. Determined not to see that demon ever again.
But at 11:05, over the sounds of gunshots and my friends raging, I hear her crying, I want to ignore it but I can’t. I love her too much. What if the demon is in there tearing her to shreds? This wasn’t something I could just ignore anymore.
I put my ear to her door and I hear her screaming, fighting with someone, her voice is so venomous I can tell she wants to kill whoever she’s yelling at.
There’s a second voice too. One I’d only ever heard once before. It’s the demon, and his voice hisses.
“Let me take control again. You miss me, don’t you? You miss the feeling of not being completely there. You miss the numbness I give you, and you’re craving death, aren’t you?”
“No!” My mom yells back. “I’m not feeding you anymore. My family deserves better. I deserve better. I WANT TO HAVE A LIFE!”
As she says those last words I crack the door open just enough to see what’s going on.
The demon has become its own entity, standing in front of her at least ten feet tall, red, black, blue, grey, the colors bleed together around it as the whole room seems to shrink, as he steps toward her all the lights go out, lightbulbs crack overhead sprinkling glass all over my mom, I see her start to bleed, but she hardly notices.
She screams so loud, a scream that breaks my heart. It’s a scream that holds every ounce of pain, sadness, depression, horror, and hate that she has held onto for her entire life. It’s a scream that holds all the love she has for me, and for our entire family, it’s a scream that holds every ounce of “mother” that she has in her. And that’s a hell of a powerful scream, because being a mother is the strongest thing you can be.
She charges the demon that has haunted her for the past twenty hell filled years and she attacks it with a vengeance, she attacks it for me, and my dad, and for her loved ones, and for all the people who have had to deal with this very same demon. She attacks it for the ones who had failed and died to it, and for the ones who were still struggling every day. But most of all, she attacks it for herself. Because she hates that thing more than anyone has ever hated anything, or anyone.
She hits him and pins him against the wall, clasping her hands around his thick, muscular, throat. She chokes him with every ounce of strength she has, and then some.
As the second's tick by she screams and cries but her grip never loosens, the demon gets smaller and smaller as she chokes him out, eventually, he shrinks so small that she can’t even get a grip on him. He’s the size of an action figure.
She raises her foot to stomp him down and end him once and for all.
But in the moment before she can finally crush him and end this, he jumps from the ground, straight through and into her chest. She brings her hands up to block him, but it’s too late. He’s already inside her.
For a moment I think she lost. But then I realize the truth. There was no winner or loser, she didn’t kill her demon, because that demon will never die. She’ll be holding onto it for the rest of her life.
The important thing is that it didn’t kill her. It still hasn’t. I don’t think it ever will.
I come back to reality. I’m still at the bar, and I have a rum and coke waiting for me twenty yards away. I walk back to my seat, but I don’t sit down, I stand behind it.
I place a hand on Matthew’s back. “You can have my drink. I’m going home.”
I don’t wait for him to answer. I turn around and I walk out the door.
That demon will never get it’s hands on me.
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2020.09.25 04:59 WritesConnor Dipsomania

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy birthday, Connor!”
“Thanks, man,” I said to my best friend, Matthew, he’d brought me here to this little bar for my twenty-first birthday, and we were waiting outside until midnight when I could go in and have my first drink.
See, I’ve been abstinent my whole life, Matthew had always clowned me for it, and now that I was twenty-one, he was practically ready to force me to drink. I’d adamantly declined any kind of alcohol for years and years, but there I was, at a bar. Somewhere I swore I would never go.
As we stepped inside memories flooded me. That black, rotting face, ready to tear into me and never let go. The demon that had consumed my own mother for years. The one I swore to avoid at all costs.
I sat down at the bar.
“What can I get you?” The bartender was about a year or two older than me, he had a charismatic smile, seemed like the type of guy I could trust.
“Um… I’ll just have a rum and coke.”
“You got it, chief.”
A minute later he slides the drink in front of me and asks if I’d like to start a tab.
“No, no,” I say. “This is gonna be all for me tonight.”
This response is met by laughter and jeering from Matthew, he pats me on the back, “It’s his birthday, you can put him on my tab.”
I turn to Matthew, but before I can say anything, there it is. Back again after all these years. The top corner of Matthew’s face, just the temple, is cracking and turning a dark black before my eyes.
I shake my head to clear it, “Be right back, I gotta use the bathroom.”
I step into the stall and sit down as everything comes rushing back.
The first time I saw the demon that had haunted my life for longer than I knew, was when I was eight. I had stayed home from school, pretending to be sick because I was tired from staying up all night reading. My mom was home too, also supposedly sick.
At about noon I went into her room to check on her, the door was open and I walked in just in time to see her taking a long drink straight from a wine bottle.
I froze at the sight. I didn’t know why at the time, but it scared me to see her drinking from that big glass bottle. Something inside me knew that it was bad, that bottle was evil. I remembered my mom and dad fighting and I knew that that bottle was the reason for it all. It made her not herself, that was the poison that made her slow, groggy, and mean. It made her gross and it put bags under her eyes and it caused her to cry and it caused my dad to scream at her and for her to scream back. It caused hospital visits where my mom lay unconscious and my dad would tell me that she was just dehydrated and she’d be fine once they got some water in her.
Even before I knew that the bottle was doing it, I could always tell when she was gonna change like that, when she was gonna be different, and they were gonna fight, and she was gonna cry. I was always able to see it on her before anyone else.
Sometimes I could even feel it before I saw her, if she spent too long in the bathroom or if I couldn’t find her in the kitchen or living room. I could always tell when it was gonna be a bad day.
Even in public or at family parties sometimes she would disappear for too long and come back with her voice slurred and a confused expression on her face. She’d act disgusting and volatile, never violent, but it often seemed that it was on the horizon.
It was a theme throughout my childhood, seeing her drunk, but on that day things changed forever. Because when I peeked in at her, for a brief instant, I saw something that was her, but wasn’t all at the same time. It encompassed about a fourth of her face, her ear and the area just before her left eye was black, cracking and scarred with red scratches, blood poured out at a steady rate from a protruding, broken bottle of wine that was shoved in her cheek. I could tell that what I saw was its own being, and it wanted my mother.
But then she saw me, I blinked, and everything turned back to normal. Just my mom, crying and moaning in a grotesque, slurred way.
I reached into my mind for the word, then said it out loud. “Drunk.”
She turned away, crying, and buried her face into the pillow to scream in horrible, pained, shame.
I was frozen, left with a mix of emotions. Fear of what I saw in her for that split second, and a horrible sadness that took control of me. My heart hiccuped, and then I went numb.
Turning away, I walked upstairs and laid in my bed. Staring at my ceiling, I prayed for God to take the demon away.
But God didn’t listen. Over the next few years things only got worse, the demon took more and more of her at each drink she took, and I knew it, even though no one else did.
Whenever I would look at her for too long I could see it. By the time I was ten it took up half of her face. It liked to smile at me, taunting me, telling me that she wasn’t mine anymore. She was his.
I did my best to get through my early teen years. I’m ashamed to say it but I did absolutely nothing to help her, for the most part, I avoided her. I had to do anything I could to protect myself, to create a defense that no one could get through. I had to stop the demon from getting to me, too.
I stayed away from home as much as possible, and when I couldn’t get out I locked myself in my room and played video games, read books, and watched movies, anything but see those baggy eyes, hear that slurred voice, or worst of all, face the demon that was taking her away day by day.
When I was fifteen I walked into my mother's room just in time to save her life.
As much as I’d like to say I walked in because I was worried about her and I wanted to check on her, that would be a lie. I only stepped into her room because I needed money to go see a movie with some friends.
When I opened her door I saw her sitting up with her mouth wide open as a hand shoveled pills down her throat. Only it wasn’t her hand, it was a midnight black and much too big, with long claws stretching at least eight inches long. At that moment the demon controlled every inch of her, her entire head turned into his, horned and smiling, as he swallowed more and more pills, washing them down with a big gulp of wine.
When he was done she turned back into herself and slumped off the bed, falling onto the floor.
I called 911 and rushed to her side, I put my hand to her chest and felt it rise and fall. She was still breathing, but I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat by her side and held her hand until the ambulance arrived.
At the hospital they told my father and I that they weren’t sure if she was gonna make it. I collapsed and cried, but my dad hardly reacted. I think he’s gotten used to it over time. I, on the other hand, hadn’t been old enough to understand what was truly going on until those last few years.
And more than that, my father hadn’t seen what I’d seen, he didn’t know about the demon.
Thankfully, hours later the doctor came back to us and said that she had fought hard, and refused to go down. In his words, it was a miracle.
That comment about her fighting made me think, did she know about the demon? I wondered if she really was at war with it.
That sounded about right.
But if they were in a fight, it seemed to be kicking her ass.
As I sat in her hospital room, watching her lying unconscious, occasionally the demon would take control of her and smile at me, or her hand would instantaneously turn into the demons, and it would twitch and head to her throat, but then she would moan, and twist and turn in her sleep, and she’d go back to normal.
After the hospital, she went to the psych ward, where she stayed for twelve days. It was a suicide attempt after all, and they were doing everything they could to help her.
During those twelve days, when I visited her, I hardly saw the demon at all. The alcohol was being flushed from her system and she was regaining control, she was starting to seem like herself again.
She talks about getting better, she asks us to bring her books to read, she makes beautiful art, amazing portraits of our dogs and our family, of happy times, picnics and baseball games. She tells me how much she loves me, and how sorry she is for letting things get this bad.
She tells me she’s fighting her demons the best way she knows how.
When she comes back home things are looking good for the first time in so, so long. For a month she doesn’t drink, she spends her time on the things she enjoys: painting, cooking, baking. I start to get close to her again, we go for runs together, we read the same books, we watch movies, she even tries to get me to teach her how to play video games.
One night for dinner she makes her famous fettuccine alfredo, my favorite, and when I look up to thank her, the demon is standing behind her, a sharp, clawed hand on each of her shoulders. She looks pained and worried, but she hasn’t been drinking.
This is the first time the demon speaks to me. A rusty, slow, and evil tone. “No matter how far she strays from me, she’ll always come back. She’s not yours anymore little boy, she belongs to me now. Forever.”
Somehow that sends me back to a memory from very early in my childhood. Something I hadn’t been able to recall until that moment.
It’s me and my mom at the park, she’s pushing me on the swing and I’m giddy with laughter.
“Push me higher, mom!” I scream.
“You’re asking for it!”
She pushes me so high into the air I feel like a bird, I jump off the swing and for a second I’m flying, I’m not a bird, I’m superman!
I hit the ground and fall to a knee, then I get up and turn around, already motioning for her to follow me.
But what I see stops me. It’s the demon. Standing behind her, claws dug deep into her shoulders just like in the kitchen, he’s not yet a part of her, but he will be soon.
I tell my mom I’m not feeling well and I go to my room.
In my bed, I cry for a long time, and I start to distance myself from her once again. For the next few weeks, I’m rarely home. She tells me that she misses me but I don’t care. I’m protecting myself.
Then my dad goes on a business trip. That’s something that always scared me so much. Because that usually means the demon has more room to stretch its legs, it gives it confidence, it gets her beer, vodka, wine, it doesn’t matter. Anything to get itself more control over her.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I don’t even try to help her. I stay away. I lock myself in my room with my headset on and I play Call of Duty. Determined not to see that demon ever again.
But at 11:05, over the sounds of gunshots and my friends raging, I hear her crying, I want to ignore it but I can’t. I love her too much. What if the demon is in there tearing her to shreds? This wasn’t something I could just ignore anymore.
I put my ear to her door and I hear her screaming, fighting with someone, her voice is so venomous I can tell she wants to kill whoever she’s yelling at.
There’s a second voice too. One I’d only ever heard once before. It’s the demon, and his voice hisses.
“Let me take control again. You miss me, don’t you? You miss the feeling of not being completely there. You miss the numbness I give you, and you’re craving death, aren’t you?”
“No!” My mom yells back. “I’m not feeding you anymore. My family deserves better. I deserve better. I WANT TO HAVE A LIFE!”
As she says those last words I crack the door open just enough to see what’s going on.
The demon has become its own entity, standing in front of her at least ten feet tall, red, black, blue, grey, the colors bleed together around it as the whole room seems to shrink, as he steps toward her all the lights go out, lightbulbs crack overhead sprinkling glass all over my mom, I see her start to bleed, but she hardly notices.
She screams so loud, a scream that breaks my heart. It’s a scream that holds every ounce of pain, sadness, depression, horror, and hate that she has held onto for her entire life. It’s a scream that holds all the love she has for me, and for our entire family, it’s a scream that holds every ounce of “mother” that she has in her. And that’s a hell of a powerful scream, because being a mother is the strongest thing you can be.
She charges the demon that has haunted her for the past twenty hell filled years and she attacks it with a vengeance, she attacks it for me, and my dad, and for her loved ones, and for all the people who have had to deal with this very same demon. She attacks it for the ones who had failed and died to it, and for the ones who were still struggling every day. But most of all, she attacks it for herself. Because she hates that thing more than anyone has ever hated anything, or anyone.
She hits him and pins him against the wall, clasping her hands around his thick, muscular, throat. She chokes him with every ounce of strength she has, and then some.
As the second's tick by she screams and cries but her grip never loosens, the demon gets smaller and smaller as she chokes him out, eventually, he shrinks so small that she can’t even get a grip on him. He’s the size of an action figure.
She raises her foot to stomp him down and end him once and for all.
But in the moment before she can finally crush him and end this, he jumps from the ground, straight through and into her chest. She brings her hands up to block him, but it’s too late. He’s already inside her.
For a moment I think she lost. But then I realize the truth. There was no winner or loser, she didn’t kill her demon, because that demon will never die. She’ll be holding onto it for the rest of her life.
The important thing is that it didn’t kill her. It still hasn’t. I don’t think it ever will.
I come back to reality. I’m still at the bar, and I have a rum and coke waiting for me twenty yards away. I walk back to my seat, but I don’t sit down, I stand behind it.
I place a hand on Matthew’s back. “You can have my drink. I’m going home.”
I don’t wait for him to answer. I turn around and I walk out the door.
That demon will never get it’s hands on me.
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2020.09.24 21:11 Own_Sorbet_1333 I need help tracking down a Cuban rum bottle from 1870.

I need help tracking down a Cuban rum bottle from 1870.
Hello Reddit,
I am unsure if this is the right subreddit to be posting this on (this is the first time I ever post on here). I apologize if it is.
I am the grandson of Cuban immigrants who owned a rum distillery in Cuba in the late 19th and early 20th century all the way up until the revolution. The rum was called "Ron de La Marina" or "Rum of the Marina." I understand it is unlikely that there are any existing bottles out there in the world, but I would love to track down a bottle and possibly acquire it as a gift to my grandmother. Anything would help.
I have been trying to track down any existing bottles for about two years (maybe even more). I am out of resources and have decided to appeal to the internet's help. I've attached a picture of the bottle for reference (I apologize that it is in Spanish)!
Thank you for your attention and wish me luck (I'm going to need it!).

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2020.09.24 14:22 frackingtoasterlover 35 [M4F] We should have an online meet cute and then a romance to rival Westley and Buttercup.

So I'm a tallish bloke with a chubby middle (excellent for hugs though) I have a shaved head, a beard and I wear glasses. Live in the north of Ireland so I have the sh*tty accent. Have a small army of borks and a sensitive soul, very much a romantic. I spend a lot of my time in other worlds via written words and appreciate artwork of spandex clad people knocking lumps out of each other. My artistic ability stretches as far as colouring books, my creative abilities though! Wildly imaginative, love to write nonsense. Feel like I'm a decent-ish amateur photographer.
I love a good napping session, I like old school choose your own adventure, im bad at watching things but I make exceptions for superhero stuff. I love history especially those cheeky imps that plundered ships and drank rum and those big fu*king lizards that ruled the world a long time back. Museums and castles are my happy place. The outdoors are so dang pretty and what I mostly photograph.
Im quite shy and awkward but I'll come out of my shell. I like to think im a good listener, funny, honest. I enjoy being home curled up on the sofa with a documentary as much as being out for dinner or drinks. Im hoping to find a partner and best friend, I want those good morning and night texts, cute pet names, inside jokes, all that good stuff.
As for what im looking for in a lass, nerdy would be cool because I feel we would mesh well but its grand if you arent just prepare to hear about comics and stuff. Im not looking for a specific type looks wise, more personality, be down to earth, like to laugh, love animals, accept im a sappy goofball and go along with it. Age wise id say between 25 and 45, i can work outside of this to an extent.
The not so interesting but maybe worth knowing... (I don't know, im bad at this) I work an office job for the government, its not a bad aul thing and im now single after 12 years, its been a wild year to say the least. I think im finally ready to see what's out there again but bear with me if im taking it slow to start.
So yeah, that's about all I can think to say, if you fancy chatting say hi. Distance and time zones don't phase me.
PS my profile comes up as nsfw because previously I posted on r4rplus, the langer hasn't made a reddit debut haha.
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2020.09.24 11:27 ___Silence___ [Event] The Lord of the Tides and the Merchant-King of the Fourteen Seas...

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The distance from the harbor and shipyards on the isle of Grey Gallows to the fortified tower that many of House Saan referred to as the Wretchfort where they had made their home was a short one, yet on the way there, many a sight was to be seen as the rythm of the drum beat and cheers from the crowds around the area grew ever more loud as they approached. Indeed, the Velaryons and their guests would see all manner of celebration occurring around them, among a rather diverse population of peoples.
Several sailors and soldiers from Dorne would be seen drinking and celebrating while watching the performance of a fire-dancer who was nearly completely covered in motley-pattern tattoos of black and red across all his skin, while across from them a group of traders from the Summer Isles laughed and cheered in a crowd surrounding two men who fought one another in a bare-knuckle boxing match. Just outside of the great red wooden log cabin that lied several hundred yards from the Wretchfort where House Saan had made their 'royal home', a drum circle roared around a great fire pit, where men and women danced - a few of them in the nude - in a circle around the fire to the beat of the drums.
Yet, the majority of the population on the isle appeared to be of two groups of people in particular; One of them being the numerous platinum-haired, violet-eyed Lysene merchants, traders, men-at-arms, and others who were employed by the Saan Shipping Company in some way, shape, or form.
Even more numerous than them were the previous inhabitants of the island before House Saan had made the isle their home, a people who might be almost unrecognizable to many who had not traveled the seas; Long of limb, brown of skin and with hair and eyes black as night.
Twenty years prior to when House Saan had claimed dominion over the island of Grey Gallows, the isle was occupied by numerous families of refugees from the city of Sarys, one of the last of the Sarnori Kingdoms which lied far to the east in the Shivering Sea to fall to the Dothraki hordes which had overrun central Essos since the fall of Old Valyria. In exchange for protection from pirates and other threats in the Stepstones, they had sworn their fealty to House Saan as their vassals, and the relationship between them had been a fruitful one indeed.
As the Velaryons and their guests would be escorted inside the Wretchfort by Letho, the celebrations did not seem to stop. After reaching the second floor, which served as a modest hall in the 'Royal Palace' of House Saan, a band played a lively tune while performing on the lute, drum, and flute, and along the walls of the hall were great, long tables set up with various foods, most of them seafood; Crab legs sauteed in garlic and butter, roasted eel, lamprey pies, and a hearty clam chowder, along with black bread, crab cakes, and copious amounts of alcohol, including wines imported from Dorne, ale, mead, rum, and a sweet wine made from fermented rice and cinnamon.
At the end of the hall, lounging upon an ornately decorated throne of brone which was encrusted with perhaps almost too many rubies, was Captain Salazar Saan himself, who presided over the celebrations with a wide, toothy grin and a long-stemmed glass chalice of a Dornish red in his hands. Adorned in a fine, long crimson coat embroidered with silverthread and lined with black shadowsilk as dark as night tied together with a silver and yellow sash around his waist, black trousers, and black-scaled alligator skin boots with a ruby-encrusted falchion at his side, and a black leather tricorn hat which sat upon his head almost like a crown.
As soon as the Velaryons and their guests had entered the hall, Letho would announce their presence.
"Ahem! Letho would first say, clearing his voice in a rather loud manner which brought the chatter and music in the room to a sudden halt, before continuing on in a much louder voice, "It is my great pleasure to announce the arrival of our most respected and honored guest, Āeksio Aemidon Velaryon, Lord of the Tides, to His Grace, Captain Salazar Saan, Merchant-King of the Fourteen Seas, Lord-Protector of Lys and the Kingdom of Grey Gallows, Shield of the Disputed Lands, and Defender of the Stepstones!"
With those words, Captain Salazar Saan would look to Aeksio Aemidon Velaryon with a grin and a warm, if eccentric, look in his lilac eyes, jumping to his feet from the gaudy bronze ruby-encrusted throne upon which he sat and finishing the last of the Dornish red in his chalice in a few chugs, before casually throwing the chalice to the ground behind him and letting it shatter upon the ground without a care, before looking to Letho.
"...And don't forget, Letho, 'Warden of the Summer Sea'! I just invented that title last week, after all!" Captain Salazar would say, with a toothy grin, before looking to Aemidon and his family and guests. "That is one of the benefits of being a King, my friends - I can make as many titles for myself as I want! I highly recommend trying it some time... Being a King, that is. Or inventing titles for yourself at a whim. Both of them are great fun, really!"
"Ahhh!" Captain Salazar Saan would exclaim, holding his hand towards the crowd who kept silent as he spoke, "But continue on, everyone! Make with the merry! Let the celebrations continue!"
With Captain Salazar's words, the small crowd within the hall would cheer loudly, many raising their drinks in toast to the Velaryons before the band would start playing once again, and the celebrations would resume as Captain Salazar approached Aemidon Velaryon and his guests.
"Welcome, my friends and fellow Valyrians! You look like you need drinks! Someone get them something to drink from!" Captain Salazar would exclaim, and shortly afterward he did so, several beautiful women who looked to be of Lysene descent approached the Velaryons and their guests, offering them each a long-stemmed glass chalice like the one Captain Salazar had held before.
"I trust the journey here was not too unpleasant, my friends?" Captain Salazar would ask Aeksio Aemidon. "I know well how treacherous the seas can be on the way here, particularly along Shipbreaker Bay in the Stormlands - After all, people do not choose to call those places 'shipbreaker' bay and the 'storm' lands for no reason, yes?"
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2020.09.24 09:01 autotldr No cigar! Donald Trump tightens Cuba sanctions as he woos Cuban-Americans

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Americans won't be allowed to bring home cigars and rum from Cuba under measures President Donald Trump announced Wednesday to financially starve the island's government, a move taken as he tries to boost his appeal among Cuban-Americans, Florida's crucial voting bloc.
The action comes as the Republican president reaffirmed his administration's "Ironclad solidarity" with the Cuban people, whose descendants in the U.S. often vote for the GOP. It also comes as Trump considers a Cuban American from Florida for a seat on the U.S. Supreme Court.
At a White House ceremony recognizing nearly two dozen veterans of the failed Bay of Pigs invasion of Cuba in 1961, Trump said U.S. travelers will also be prohibited from staying at hotels and other properties owned by the Cuban government.
Trump said the new steps announced by the Treasury Department will ensure that U.S. dollars do not fund the Cuban government, but go directly to the everyday Cubans.
The new restrictions are the latest in the Trump administration effort to reinstate an economic blockade of Cuba and reverse the strategy of restoring diplomatic relations with the island, the policy that was pursued by former President Barack Obama's administration.
Trump recognized the Bay of Pigs veterans at the White House in November 2019, but Wednesday's ceremony was held as Trump has publicly talked up Barbara Lagoa, a U.S. appeals court judge of Cuban descent, as a possible successor to the late Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
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2020.09.24 08:14 removalbot 09-24 06:14 - 'Wie rum Knoppers essen?' (self.de) by /u/iRed- removed from /r/de within 44-54min

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Im der Werbung essen sie ihn immer mit der Waffel unten und Schoko oben aber das ist doch total falsch.
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2020.09.24 07:05 removalbot 09-24 05:05 - 'Trump imposes new bans on Cuban rum, cigars, hotels' (reuters.com) by /u/guanaco55 removed from /r/worldnews within 199-209min

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2020.09.24 05:58 binglebort a stranger just mansplained my gluten allergy to me

mobile, sorry for formatting.
I had posted online (not Reddit) about a virgin piña colada I tried to order.
For backstory, I (21F) know that rum is usually GF. I ordered it virgin as my stomach is constantly inflamed (not sure why, even my doctors couldn’t figure it out) and alcohol hurts me pretty bad. The bar used a mixture for it that I had never had before and I wanted to make sure the mixture itself was safe. Piña coladas are generally a pretty safe bet in my experience, as I’ve been enjoying virgin ones from time to time since my diagnosis.
The story was about how the staff didn’t know if the piña colada mixture was gluten free and it took like three staff members to confirm yes it was, but then they didn’t tell me it contained ice cream (another thing I can’t tolerate) and so I never got my piña colada.
(Side note: restaurants, label your shit. Piña coladas are never a dairy drink??)
Some stranger (24M, according to his bio) who was wearing a fedora in his profile picture and not on a GF diet commented and said “sweetie, all alcohol is gluten free.” and then explained to me in depth what a virgin piña colada is in a very condescending way.
Since my diagnosis, I’ve always researched everything I put into my body at least three times before I ingest it because I know how sensitive I am. I also have pretty bad OCD with emetophobia (fear of vomiting) so I do the absolute MOST to avoid getting sick. When I was turning 21, I did a painful of research on alcohol because I’d never had any and my friends wanted to go drinking. What I learned is that NOT ALL ALCOHOL IS GLUTEN FREE.
There are some that are “traditionally” gluten free, of course, but sometimes companies feel spicy and add some barley malt. And if ALL alcohol was gluten free, then I don’t know why gluten free beers would need to exist, right? Wine is GF but wine coolers are not. Basically; I‘m irritated that a complete stranger felt the need to correct me and be so confident even though he was wrong. This is the first time I’ve ever had my own condition mansplained to me. I think I might just block this guy.
Also, I know that a virgin piña colada is just coconut milk and pineapple juice. I’ve had one before. They’re delicious. I know what I’m about.
TLDR: posted about a virgin piña colada, some neckbeard tried to explain to me that all alcohol is GF, I’m irritated and I still didn’t get a piña colada because it had ice cream and I can’t have dairy either.
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2020.09.24 04:01 autotldr Trump imposes new bans on Cuban rum, cigars, hotels

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4 Min Read.WASHINGTON - President Donald Trump on Wednesday banned U.S. citizens from bringing home rum or cigars from Cuba and from staying at Cuban government-owned hotels, as he sought to lock in the Cuban-American vote in the swing state of Florida ahead of November's presidential election.
"Today, as part of our continuing fight against communist oppression, I am announcing that the Treasury Department will prohibit U.S. travelers from staying at properties owned by the Cuban government," Trump said at a White House event.
Trump's decision overturns Obama's policy of allowing American travelers to bring back as much of Cuba's legendary rum and cigars that they could carry in their baggage for personal use.
The measures - which bar Americans from staying at more than 430 hotels owned or controlled by the government and impose new restrictions on professional meetings, performances and sports competitions - are intended to deny revenue to Cuban authorities.
Trump and Biden are competing fiercely in Florida, which Trump won in 2016 by just 1.2 percentage points.
In June 2019, the Trump administration imposed heavy new restrictions on travel to Cuba, saying the move aimed to further pressure the Communist government over its support for Venezuela's embattled President Nicolas Maduro.
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2020.09.24 02:55 MarkdownShadowBot Removed comments/submissions for /u/RumManDan

Hi RumManDan, you're not shadowbanned, but 15 of your most recent 122 comments/submissions were removed (either automatically or by human moderators).

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g61tmh2 in RoastMe on 21 Sep 20 (1pts):
Congrats on the $0.47 you made on your onlyfans page this year. Hope you get a subscriber soon! :)
g5m6h26 in photoshopbattles on 17 Sep 20 (1pts):
Its Jared Letto...
fz1qvrl in IAmA on 24 Jul 20 (1pts):
Yo why don't you guys make a game that's like a porno but, when you fuck people they die and turn into gay zombies. Make the BFG and vaseline weapons line available and anal bead nunchucks. You only...
fvby1t8 in weedstocks on 19 Jun 20 (2pts):
I'm not asking you to justify anything, I'm asking for help because I cant find an answer and people all over the internet are asking the same question right now. Apparently you are the only one who...
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You literally have no clue what is happening your self do you? If you did, you would just say it. I have been in the markets a long time and have never seen this happen without the premarket...
fvbwnxw in weedstocks on 19 Jun 20 (1pts):
Tried that, didnt have any clear answer. Came here for clarity. If you dont know the answer just keep your tap shut... if you do, help people. Life is easier when you're not a cunt. Why have a forum...
fvbw8f5 in weedstocks on 19 Jun 20 (5pts):
What do you think I'm doing by asking? Instead of being a useless twat, try providing some insight.

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Why does the human males penis bleed from the tip when aroused after the age of 33?
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What makes feminism so stupid?
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Comedians have it figured out but, what makes racism so funny?
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What would be better, getting an African Lion shoulder mounted or stuffed?
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What are your thoughts about eatin' ain't cheatin'? .. does it count?
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How long after a shower before your ass stinks like boiled cabbage again?
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Just had the best steak
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Why are people born brown, black, yellow or normal?
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2020.09.23 19:26 removalbot 09-23 17:26 - 'You mean like a majority of the posts on this unbiased and factual subreddit? / s / I can pull sources for days and I dont pander to rejects that can't/won't learn for themselves. / Oof.' by /u/RumReddits removed from /r/politics within 3-13min

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You mean like a majority of the posts on this unbiased and factual subreddit? /s
I can pull sources for days and I dont pander to rejects that can't/won't learn for themselves.
Oof.
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2020.09.23 12:27 infraredrum Blogging helped me write my thesis

Hi Reddit Users, I'm pretty new here so please be kind <3
I just wanted to share my latest blog post, all about how blogging helped me write my thesis
https://theinfraredrum.wordpress.com/2020/09/23/how-blogging-helped-me-write-my-thesis/
I'm now finishing up my PhD with less than 1 month until submission! I hope my experience will be useful to others and maybe help you too write your thesis. I'd love to connect and know your thoughts :)
Thank you so much <3
InfraRedRum
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2020.09.23 11:56 infraredrum Blogging helped me write my thesis!

Hey Thesis writers! My first post here on Reddit :)
I'd like to share my latest blog post on how starting a blog helped me write my thesis. I'm now almost done with my PhD, with less than one month to go until I submit!
https://theinfraredrum.wordpress.com/2020/09/23/how-blogging-helped-me-write-my-thesis/
I really hope this is useful to others who may be struggling. I'd love to connect with you and hopefully bring some more advice in the future :)
Thank you<3
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2020.09.22 19:10 rum-and-roses I couldn’t right this review on a post with a picture but will post pictures in a separate post if you are interested

Power A spectra controller I have been using this controller for six hours and so far I am very happy with it. I’ve been using control freaks as you can see in the picture though they are not really needed as the sticks themselves are perfectly acceptable. the trigger stops have 3 settings so far I’ve only used The highest setting (shortest trigger pull) which almost makes the trigger a button allowing me to use semi auto rifles with Ease the only features that I feel are worse than the standard controller are the pause, back and Xbox button which are just a little stiffer though this hardly matters As they are still perfectly usable The two buttons on the back are easily mappable to any of the face buttons, Bumpers or triggers all you need to do is hold a button on the back of the controller Press the button you want to map it to then press one of the 2 programmable buttons I tested if it was viable to to switch in the middle of a game and I had no troubles quickly reassigning the function of either of the buttons (this was tested in rainbow six siege)The LED lights are bright but not Distractingly Bright If you have any questions about the controller ask me in comments PS I’m sorry for the awful formatting the pictures https://www.reddit.com/userum-and-roses/comments/ixrooe/controller_pictures/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
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2020.09.21 13:14 removalbot 09-21 11:14 - 'Corona hat Mittagspause' (self.de) by /u/gummistiefel1k removed from /r/de within 0-10min

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Soo, da kommt man mit dem Auto aus Spanien zurück. Ok, lass ich mich mal auf der Autobahn testen. Also schnell gegoogelt: Bei Einreise durch das Saarland gibt es am Messegelände in Saarbrücken eine Teststelle, alles klar. Dass die natürlich Samstagabend um 6 zu machen, blöd. Nagut dann einmal ins Airbnb und Sonntagmorgen, ach ne, Sonntags machen die erst gar nichts auf. Ok, dann weiter nach Berlin und Montag den Test machen. Jetzt fahr ich mit dem Rad zum Hauptbahnhof und gehen hier zur Stelle, was geht da? MITTAGSPAUSE, eine Stunde lang. Perfekt, dann sitze ich mal ne Stunde, potentiell positiv am Hbf. rum.
Ich fasse es nicht, Corona macht dann auch einfach so lange Pause. Kann man das nicht in Schichten organisieren???
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2020.09.21 07:08 Nads89 T-Shirts from the Past: PTH

Hey PTH Reddit,
Just wondering if anyone still has this t-shirt that I grealty miss beyond all belief. It said "TIS THE RUM MY SON" or something, and had a sailor (possibly Jesus) in a rain jacket and a light house, or something.
I think about this t-shirt at least once a year, never knowing where it has gone, and always wondering what could have been.
Any chance someone has one in the closet and can score me a picture of it?
xo
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