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2020.11.24 23:35 boyz_for_now Non-Indian pharma brands of moda and/or armo?

Yea that’s pretty much it. Tired of these weak ass duds. It seems like other than the $$$ brand names made in the US (I think they’re made here?) they seem to be all made in India. I’m not sourcing, I’m trying to change brands for a better experience, I read discussions of comparisons of brands here all of the time. But if anyone has truly had a consistently good experience with an Indian pharmacy product - I’ve heard a few bits about modaheal and vilafinil (sp?) being more consistent (but not heard much in reviews of appropriate strength/effectiveness). Anyways thanks y’all.
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2020.11.24 23:14 Kerestina My flatmate is a zombie.

Apparently zombies are a real thing now.
The first case was somewhere in Congo. It was quite horrifying before they figured out what it was and how it spread, but they managed to get it under control within a month. To the outside world it seemed to be over almost as soon as it had started, seemed being the operative word.
The second outbreak was in India which caused worry due to the crowded population, but thankfully the virus isn’t airborne and thus easier to guard against. The disease may be deadly and violent but it had a fairly long incubation period and could only be spread through bodily fluids, mostly through the infected biting people hard enough to draw blood that mixed with the virus infested saliva. The newsfeed was full of bloody and disturbing pictures of victims; thankfully it died down a bit after people got accustomed to it. Despite the news lacklustre interest the outbreaks kept happening all over the world but since everyone knew about the signs of infection most cases were quarantined early and prevented further spread.
Last week there was an outbreak at the local hospital. A blood donor had been affected and succumbed to the virus while having his blood drained. It had been messy ad the infected blood had been thrown around and many nurses and other donors had been infected in the chaos before being subdued. It was a tragedy. So far there is no cure and being infected by it is the same as a death sentence. I know that there have been people who rather committed suicide than being turned into a mindless slaughterer. I don’t think I could do that. I’m someone who clings to life best I can. At least, I think I am.
Anyway, how does the outbreak at the hospital relate to me? I didn’t work there.
But my flatmate did.
He’s a student trying to become a nurse and he was working as an intern at the hospital. At first I wasn’t worried about him because he didn’t work in that section and seemed fine when he got home. But he must have come in contact with the blood somehow because the next day he was a zombie. I had barely been able to avoid him. Basically walked out of my room in the morning and he came lunging at me. I shut and locked my door immediately. He had attacked it a bit but given up when it didn’t yield results.
It was good that I had managed to survive my first close encounter with a zombie. The bed thing was that I was stuck in my room with only my mobile phone as company.
I had been a good citizen and called the authorities as soon as I properly understood what had happened. They had sent a team to take him out. I didn’t like the idea of a mate being shot, but as I said earlier he was already dead.
They were going to take him out by sniper to prevent further infections but it proved to be difficult. The flat can be divided into four sections. My room, my mate’s room, a bathroom and a kitchen-living room hybrid. The bathroom don’t have a window, apparently the window in my mate’s room have the blinds down preventing anyone from looking in and because we were in the middle of renovating a bookcase is blocking the window in the living room. In conclusion the only thing they can snipe in here is me.
I had begged for them to find another way to save me, maybe have a fire truck come and get me down through my window but all those ideas had been rejected. Since there was a slight possibility that I had been infected without knowing they didn’t want to take the risk. I was essentially quarantined, confined to my small room and if I made an attempt to leave they would shoot me dead. They had laughed as if it was a joke when they had informed me about that last bit, but I knew it was a serious threat.
Thankfully they didn’t leave me completely stranded. A drone with food, water and some other necessities was flown up to my window once a day. At least I didn’t have to worry about starving.
No. my biggest threat was Mark, my formerly mate and currently the zombie on the other side of my door. We had been childhood friends. I had never imagined it even could end like this.
I can’t make any noises louder than a whisper. Every time he hears me he attacks the door.. I’ve become accustomed to the silence during daytime. My phone is on vibrate I only communicates through texts. My family wants to hear my voice but I have refused. There is no issue during my waking hours. The trouble is during the night when I’m sleeping. You see, I snore. I snore a lot.
I have tried different methods to stop my snoring but all of them have failed. I try to stay awake as long as possible but sleep comes eventually. Then I wake up from the loud bangs and groans from Mark, like he’s throwing himself against the frame. Whenever that happens I curl up with a blanket around me, it’s the only defence I have in my room, and then stay quiet until he gives up. My nerves stay tense until I hear the sound of him shuffling away to another part of the flat.
While my door is robust and has done a good job of protecting me so far I don’t know how many more charges it can take. I need a solution. The situation I am in now is slowly draining my sanity. There are only so many days you can entertain yourself with free mobile games before you crave proper human interactions. An introvert may have handled it better, but I am an extrovert and I need social activity.
There is a buzz from the drone coming to give me my food. I reach for it and look down. Three stories up. Could I survive a fall from such a height? A slight possibility.
I take the food and close the window. This day too I would be a “good boy” and stay, but someday soon I need to leave. I am not infected.
I need to leave.
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2020.11.24 23:05 unaragazza Jenny in India

This isn’t at all about the huge issues with Jenny and Sumit (which are obvious). But I just wanted to post how refreshing it is to see Jenny adapting to life in India. They show her happy in their apartment, hanging clothes on the clothes line, cooking traditional Indian meals in their kitchen that doesn’t have all of the modern, American style appliances she’s used to. And she just does it like it’s normal. It’s so frustrating to watch the Americans on this show walk through houses in foreign countries and complain that the toilets are weird/gross (Kenny) or the shower makes the bathroom floor wet (Brittany), or the markets are gross (Angela), etc. Despite the train wreck that is the rest of her time in India, I really do appreciate that Jenny seems to have researched and adapted to homes in India and didn’t come in expecting all of the same comforts of America and then acting like the country she’s in is beneath her for having different style appliances or toilets.
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2020.11.24 22:57 theoneme94 [H] Humble Choice leftovers + bunch of priced games under $3 [W] Paypal, TF2 keys, your games

Will do a special discount the more games you pick multiple
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2020.11.24 22:48 SydZzZ Tip which helped my wife with her gastritis / haital hernia symptoms

I wanted to share a tip which seems to be helping my wife with Nausea and other gastritis symptoms. This isn’t proven and we aren’t really sure if that is what is helping her but I thought since it home remedy, it’s worth sharing.
She has been drinking a glass of water mixed with soaked cumins seeds. Cumin is a common spice used in India cousine. She soaks 1 table spoon of cumin seeds in a glass of water over night, drains the cumin seeds in the morning with a sieve and drinks the water empty stomach. Apparently her dad told her to try this and it seems to be working for her. Hard to tell if it is placebo but I know cumin has good healing properties. She has been doing this for over a month now and her symptoms are rare.
She had mild symptoms before was taking h2 blockers 2-3 times a day to help with digestion and symptoms mostly nausea and feeling of food being stuck in her food pipe.
I would suggest anyone try to for a few weeks and see if it helps them. Gastritis affects everyone differently so it may or may not work but given it’s all natural, it’s worth a shot. Cumin seeds are like a dollar for 100 grams at Indian grocery stores or other super markets so it’s cheap.
Good luck
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2020.11.24 22:14 cubanpirate03202 [REQUEST] [ORIGIN] Need for Speed 2015 Around $5.5

Hello everyone! I hope y'all doing good in these tough times. This is my first post in this sub. I am 18 years old from India and I am completely broke. I don't have a job and pandemic is making even more harder to find some partime job. I tried to earn money from youtube but it is hard to get views, so now I dont have much money to buy games. I am huge NFS fan and played NFS games from Underground to Rivals haven't played Payback and Heat because they are quite expensive for me. I want to play next NFS game i.e 2015 (from Rivals) which is quite cheap to pick and good time filler in this lockdown.
Why I want to play NFS 2015? I always watched gameplay videos on youtube about this game and wanted to try since it's release but I can't able to buy because of its price was around $30. This game looks best not in the series but in entire racing genre. The game set in Ventura Bay, fictional Californian city and have both single player and multiplayer. Game's dark and grime setting make more exciting to play because it looks very beautiful and with realistic night effects with rain, lightings just like it is actually took photo in real life! I heard company actually used real life renders to put into the game and that made the game photorealistic. I promise I will spend good amounts of time into this game completing as much as possible and enjoy it's beautiful graphics.
Currently I don't have Origin account because I don't have any use of it. That's not going to be problem I guess. I will create the new one.
PM someone who's interested in helping me and I will be really grateful if someone bought me this game which I really wanted for years! In the future I will definitely help out as much as I can someone who are in needs.
Link for the game in Origin India : https://www.origin.com/ind/en-us/store/need-for-speed/need-for-speed
Stay safe everyone!
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2020.11.24 22:03 conflicted-ornament An advice for those that aren't from NA/EU

Also including here: South Africa and Korea, Japan, China, India, New Zealand, Australia and other "popular" countries.
If you're not from one of those places, search for people that aren't from NA/EU. As someone who isn't, I reached out to dozens of people from those places and made an indian friend. It's hard to make friends, I know that. And most people here are from those places. The thing is, initially I wouldn't get any response when I messaged people looking to chat. Some were looking for people on their own timezones. I quickly stopped bothering them because I respect that. Then I started only contacting those who stated something like "Your country/timezone doesn't matter". I got no response back after some couple tries.
Before I continue, I want to make something clear here: for every single person I reached out to, I made sure to read their post and put real thought on what my first message would be, to try and be empathetic for them. They put the time describing themselves, that's the least I could do. I advise you do that too if you want to make friends.
So, back on it, I wondered why no one would get back to me. Then I started omitting my name, or some other info firsthand. Still nothing. It was only when I didn't tell where I'm from/my timezone, that I got a response. But funny thing is: the moment that question came: "where u from?", and I answered, I got ghosted. I started not telling people where I'm from until they asked to see if I could get more people to respond. I did. There were at least 40 people I reached out to this way (yes, that's weird, I know, but I was so lonely that was all I could do), out of which 18 people responded to me. One of them being my indian friend. Male and female among them. 17 of those who answered were from either North America or Europe. All of them aside from my friend ghosted me as soon as I answered where I'm from, even though we talked a little or even a lot before coming to that.
Also, you might say it's for some other reason, but that wouldn't make sense. Although I can't prove it, I was the one to contact them first and I made the effort to keep the convo going when needed (even though I am introverted too). I also wouldn't lie about where I'm from to make friends, that doesn't make sense.
Point is: I was pretty sad, I have social anxiety and it was very difficult having a nice chat with some of those people just to get ghosted when I mentioned my country. It was already very hard scrolling, finding people who "didn't care where I'm from", then texting them. Two of them were just two hours apart from my timezone. I can't affirm this, but I don't think that's reason to stop interacting with someone, especially when they said it wasn't - on their post.
I don't know why you people do that, it really hurts. If you're not willing to talk to someone outside of the countries I listed in the first paragraph (listed those because they are, from my friend's pov and mine, places people are generally interested in or are more "popular"), then make that clear. Don't lie saying you don't care about that, when you obviously do.
Also, I don't know if that would be different depending if the person is male or female, as I'm a man. But my guess is it'd be even worse for F, as girls here already have to deal with the lowest scum asking for nudes, sending nsfw pics etc. And then you add this awkward situation on top of it? That's asking too much.
It's important to add as well that I'm posting this from a new account because I had to delete mine. One of the "17" began harassing me, calling me "sub-race" and other terrible things when I mentioned where I'm from. I'm not going to go into detail, but the things he said and told me to do could push someone to the edge. Be mindful of that when you contact someone, be ready to block people pretty quickly if needed.
That's not to say all of you from NA/EU are biased, or that you're terrible people. I understand everyone has the right to stop contacting someone for whatever reason they think is right. It'd just be a little easier on my side if you'd just said "I don't want to talk to you anymore" instead of straight out ghosting me. The "guy" who harassed me is far from the norm as well, he's just a terrible human being, and that's not bound to his birthplace. Aside from him, the other guys and girls I talked to were all kind/funny/amusing/caring for the time we exchanged messages.
I'm sorry for this rant. Just wanted to lay this here for those who might experience the same. Hope this helps. Try some apps like serendip or public discord servers, you might get better results that way. Thank you if you read this far. I'm done with reddit, but I'm grateful for making one good friend through here.
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2020.11.24 21:35 HakimZiyech10 World Banks Poverty Line is a Sham, and they arent even secretive about it.

Post below contains direct excerpts from the book The Lies of Global Prosperity
Introduction:
In 1990, a group of independent researchers and the World Bank proposed to measure the world’s poor using the standards of the poorest countries in the World. They examined national poverty lines from some of the poorest countries in the world, and converted the lines to a common currency by using purchasing power parity (PPP) exchange rates. The PPP exchange rates are constructed to ensure that the same quantity of goods and services are priced equivalently across countries. Once converted into a common currency, they found that in six of these very poor countries the value of the national poverty line was about $1 per day per person, and this formed the basis for the first dollar-a-day international poverty line.
Remarkably, the World Bank’s poverty line is based not on any direct and independent assessment of what people really need in terms of housing, food and clothing, but rather on previously existing poverty lines established by a minority of regimes in some of the poorest countries on the planet (only fifteen for the 2005 update to $1.25).
In 2013, the United Nations Conference on Trade and Development (UNCTAD) admitted: The $1.25-a-day poverty line… falls far short of fulfilling the right to “a standard of living adequate for … health and well-being” (Universal Declaration of Human Rights, art.25.1) … Taking $5 as the minimum daily income which could reasonably be regarded as fulfilling this right, poverty would remain widespread even in those regions which might have largely or wholly eradicated extreme poverty [based on $1.25 per day] by 2030.
Hickel points out, the $1.90 per day standard is extremely low in relation to most national poverty lines. It is about one-fourth of the Third World average, and it is approximately one-eighth of the U.S. poverty line.
Procedural Problems :
On the one hand, some household surveys attach a monetary value to slum dwellings, which might boost a truly poor person above the official poverty line. On the other hand, they sometimes overlook important, even life-saving subsidies and public services that people might receive. These kinds of errors can lead to profoundly paradoxical outcomes. An especially clear case is how the free health care, education, and food that people receive in Mao’s China do not enter into the calculation. As a result, Chinese people, who achieved new levels of food security and saw their life expectancy double in this period, were found to be on the whole “extremely poor.” The Bank considers them to have been worse off than Haitians who might scrape together just over $1.90 daily by selling goods in the informal market or working in sweatshops. From the Bank’s perspective, the Chinese only ceased to be “extremely poor” once they lost their collective lands, food rations, and medical care and began making iPhones and other export goods under atrocious conditions.
The problem of PPP based calculations :
As Aseem Shrivastava wrote in 2006, the conversion of local currencies into U.S. dollars via PPP conversion factors is done by “taking into account the lower cost of living in impoverished countries” and applying a “conversion factor” to the “market exchange rates to calculate what is minimally necessary to survive there.” He further adds: Using widely quoted World Bank numbers on GDP, this conversion factor for a country like India (2005) can be computed to be approximately 5.3 [PPP ratio of Indian rupees to U.S. dollar]. This means that $1.08 a day in India should effectively imply a purchasing power of about 20 cents a day…. Given how the numbers are quoted everywhere, the dominant impression that is conveyed is that the poor are living on less than $1 or $2 a day when, in fact, it would be enormously more accurate, as far as everyday English is concerned, to say that the poor are living on less than $0.20 or $0.40 a day.
Instead, the basis is the amount of a country’s currency that when used locally would have the same purchasing power as a dollar in the United States. The 2016 market exchange rate between the U.S. dollar and the Haitian gourde was approximately 1:63. Using this exchange rate, the current $1.90 poverty line would be equivalent to living in Haiti on about 120 gourdes per day. This is insufficient for survival, since it falls far short of the costs of securing nutrition, housing, transportation, energy, education, health care, clothing, cooking utensils, among other necessary goods in Haiti. Yet because of the PPP conversion rates, the Haitian poverty line comes far short of even 120 gourdes daily. By using the PPP ratio, the World Bank statistically elevated by more than 100 percent the dollar incomes of Haitians, thereby artificially reducing poverty. Using this PPP conversion factor for the $1.90 poverty line, it would seem that Haitians would need only 54 gourdes per day in Haiti in order to avoid extreme poverty.
To show how questionable the Bank’s data can be, using the $1.25 benchmark PPP, the Bank placed the “extreme poverty” rate in India at slightly above 30 percent in 2007. The government of India reached a similar, official poverty estimate of 26 percent, based on the number of people living on less than 12 rupees per day, that is, about 30 U.S. cents in 2007. (It is safe to assume that the Indian government had simply set its official poverty line as equivalent to the Bank’s $1.25 standard, that is, 12 rupees per day when applying the relevant PPP conversion factor at that time.) In contrast, the Indian state-run National Commission for Enterprises in the Unorganised Sector (NCEUS) issued a 2007 report that reached very different conclusions. Instead of using 12 rupees as the poverty line, NCEUS used 20 rupees (50 cents) and found that 77 percent of Indians—836 million people—live in poverty in conditions that, in the report’s words, “are utterly deplorable.

Food Basket vis-a-vis-Services:
Because the PPP expenditure weights within this international “basket of goods and services” are aggregates of consumption patterns in both poor and rich countries, they underemphasize the real expenditure weight of food to poor people throughout the Third World. This is because food, including basic grains, is far cheaper relative to the costs of other goods and services in rich countries than in Third World countries. As Sanjay Reddy and Thomas Pogge noted in their detailed 2005 critique of the Bank’s methodology, the prices of food and basic grains are far higher than suggested by the PPP conversion factor for general consumption … In the vast majority of low-income countries, food prices are again higher [in the 1993 benchmark year] than consumer prices in general—27% higher on average (31 percent higher when weighted by the population). Bread-and-cereals prices are on average 51 percent higher (40 percent higher when weighted by population) than consumer prices in general. By any reasonable judgment, these magnitudes are very substantial, suggesting that using a more appropriate PPP concept would greatly increase the estimated extent of severe income poverty worldwide.
Here they contrast the Bank’s $1.90 poverty line with the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s 2011 calculation of the minimum cost achieving the “recommended dietary allowances,” known as the “Thrifty Food Plan.” For a family of four with two children that already has a kitchen and cooking utensils, the USDA found that $5.04 per person per day was needed to afford minimum food requirements. The plan did not take into account other costs essential to survival, such as transportation, rent, clothing, and health care. Selecting the Thrifty Food Plan’s allowance as an IPL [International Poverty Line] leads to a substantial increase in poverty headcount ratios, both globally and across all regions. If general consumption PPPs are used, more than 80 percent of people in South Asia and sub-Saharan Africa are found to live below the line of $5.04 per day. Even if only half the U.S. level is used, the poverty headcount ratio nearly doubles [from the Bank’s “extreme poverty” estimates] in East Asia and South Asia.

The Lies of Growth :
Just as PPP conversion factors exaggerate the purchasing power of the poor in the Third World, thereby artificially reducing poverty headcounts in the World Bank’s data, these conversion factors also exaggerate the GDP per capita of Third World countries, thereby giving an appearance of falling global inequality. When PPP conversion factors are applied, the GDP per capita of Third World countries as a share of GDP per capita of rich countries rose from just under 13 percent in 1960 to just under 18 percent in 2008. However, if PPP conversion factors are jettisoned in favor of normal market exchange rates converted into the U.S. dollar, the GDP per capita of Third World countries as a share of that of First World countries fell from just under 18 percent in 1960 to about 15 percent in 2008. Using normal exchange rates, if China is excluded, the Third World share fell from just under 10 percent in 1960 to about 6 percent in 2008.

The Lies of Hunger :
However, just as with the World Bank’s poverty data, FAO hunger data and its methodology are extremely misleading. Everything points to the FAO having shifted goalposts to paint a rosier picture in time for the 2015 expiration of the Millennium Development Goals (MDGs). Jason Hickel has shown how the FAO changed its methods for gathering data on hunger in 2012, reversing its own earlier findings that world hunger had increased. Most notably, the new methodology involved “revised data on average population heights, which are used in turn to calculate the minimum dietary energy requirements” and reducing the calorie thresholds significantly downward at the end of the data collection period. As a consequence, people needed fewer calories to be counted above the hunger threshold as the millennium progressed than they did in 1990, the reference year. As if this sleight-of-hand were not enough, the FAO kept revising upward its previous 1990 baseline figure of hungry people—the 786 million hungry people registered initially had become 980 million in later reports—thereby creating an illusion of progress.

Conclusion :
How to reduce poverty? Reduce the threshold of minimum income to zero. Poverty Vanish.

NB :Lolberts, go, cope and seethe. The social utility of a lolbert is worse than that of a chode, so lolberts soliciting opinion will just be overlooked.
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2020.11.24 21:34 newuxtreme Can & should I put my file into the EE pool myself at ~428? Any downsides? Need a Lawyer?

So bunch of questions here!
  1. Topic Title. If I have a B Tech from India and a 2 yr College diploma from Canada, I select the option "Two or more Certs, Diplomas or Degrees with one being 3 year+" , right?
  2. If I work 30+ hours on a single part time job but it's NOC 0 A or B does that still count as valid weeks of work? I was under the impression only full time jobs with 30+ hours a week counted, part time you would NEED to have 2 at 15-20 each.
  3. Do I NEED a lawyer to make a file and put it into the Express Entry pool safely? Are there any downside to not consulting someone and getting professional help? At this point I don't have work experience documents to show/use so that probably most complex part is unnecessary at this point, is the rest of putting in my application/file easy?
  4. Had one more but I forgot for now... :/
TY for any and all help and guidance!
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2020.11.24 21:33 string1037 Surprised to see a lot of misinformation about Indian gamedev scenario here

I'm not sure about whether you guys are following the gamedev scene in India or not.
Also I apologize but I'm not sure how much industry experience people have.
But aap Chronology samjhiye.
  1. Till 90s, we were basically a closed economy with low GDP per capita with a lot of socialism. So we missed industrialization and the whole personal computer thing.
  2. Fast-forward a decade, and software engineering is starting it rise and obviously Indian businesses go after the profit.
  3. A decade later we captured a massive IT services industry. But here is the thing. GAMEDEV IS NOT PROFITABLE AND PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO GET ANDROID PHONES. Remember that Indians go after business with large profit margins.
  4. 5 years later, we realize that we need to get into mobile gamedev because it's raining money. Hence we started creating games like Ludo King.
  5. Current situation is that we have artists who sell assets on every store and big studios have been confident enough to outsource complete games like PoP remake.
  6. We have in-house game studios who are making polished games like Raji and Rogue Heist. Rogue Heist is a mobile game but I'm sure you can see that the assets and animations are world-class.
Why you have to make games on Indic-history? Nationalism reeee
Actually you don't have to. But India has a large collection of lores and we have preserved it thru time for thousands of years.(Yes there are places where history is not preserved)
And writing a story is extremely creative. So you have a free database of existing stories on which you can perform in-depth research.
So what the future holds
We will have AAA quality mobile games from Indian devs.
Big studios like Ubisoft will outsource more creative work to India.
People working in those companies will learn about the whole gamedev lifecycle, QC(very imp) and things like ECS.
Some of them will create YouTube channels to teach 3D workflow or gamedev.
Some of them will create their own independent studios and work on original titles.
Some high-quality content creators
Sonali Singh(Lifelike Studios) UGuruz(From Rajasthan) Nikhil Malankar
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2020.11.24 21:27 fractalfay This is all you could find? Recap of 90 Day Fiance The Other Way, S02E21

Welcome to another stunning recap of Teayang and Drascilla, where a herd of baffling adults operate like accidents, while their wonder-children marvel at the world despite them.
When we last saw Jenny, she was hanging out with people 35 years her junior, and she wasn’t getting any of their pop culture references. Sis-in-law Sheree has been hitting that smug tank like it’s nitrous at an EDM festival, and Jenny’s tears only added spice to her high. Sheree insists Sumit needs to tell his parents he’s about to get married for a second time, or they’re going to rat him out. Amit agrees with this, which is his second violation of the Sibling Code of Ethics, which clearly states that substance abuse and actions that could result in prison time are the only acceptable reasons for being Cindy Brady. Sumit doesn’t point out that he has no intention of getting married, and probably still doesn’t even have the ring, because what, was that theater degree for nothing?
Amit finds all of this very unfair. He just contributed to Sumit’s divorce GoFundMe, and now he’s going to have to start saving for a second one?
“Yeah,” Jen interrupts, despite never being invited to this recap. “Like, is your dad even paying for the second wedding? My dad never responded to my second wedding invoice. Amit should get drunk at the reception and make a sloppy chad of a toast.”
Amit and Sharee finally leave, and Sumit realizes that his lie blueprint has fraying edges, and he’s going to have to tell them if he’s going to delay the ring ceremony again.
“The COVID-19 excuse only worked until we got these disease banishing cards,” Sumit says. “Then the lawyer didn’t help, what with his ‘look at this easy option’ business. Now I feel confident that if anything at all happens, I will use my parents as an excuse for another ring delay.”
“Where have I heard that before?” Jenny retorts. Stop everything and clear the runway, Jenny might be coming in for a landing.
The next day Jenny wants to impress the woman she befriended and betrayed, so she’s making an Indian dish Sumit’s mother is 100% not going to eat. Sumit tells her it’s delicious, but he’s not sure how it’s going to taste poured over bullshit. Jenny is nervous about sharing space with two people she hasn’t seen since they tried to “take Sumit away from me,” and Sumit reminds her to stay calm and not get angry when his mother is shouting things she doesn’t understand.
Mom arrives with a red scarf to announce she’s ready for war, and Sumit greets them by touching their feet. Mom and Dad give Jenny an icy greeting, before telling Sumit they want him to leave with them, and Sumit pauses before saying he won’t leave. Sumit asks them to be happy for his happiness, while Jenny sits there as a reminder that you can live in India year-round, and still make no effort to learn the language.
Mom is unfazed as Sumit demonstrates his commitment to compulsive lying by telling his parents that the minute the lawyer said they could marry without permission, he was all like, “No way, I would never do anything that would offend my parents ever. Surely I will get permission first!” Both parents don’t give a fuck, because they’ve brought their reading glasses and plan to burn through every book in the library.
“You are trying to absorb a culture from a faraway place,” dad says. “Why don’t you get 23andme and find out you’re 1/200th American if it will make you feel cultured? Then you can dress in white t-shirts like Bruce Springsteen and wear a cowboy hat and vote against your best interests! Why do you hate your health care, son? We have these cards, and there, they have nothing.”
“Why don’t you find another oldie? Find a hundred year old!” Father coming out with the hits. “This is all you could find? Yes, I will talk about my unemployed, cheating, catfish son as a jewel stolen from my crown by this merciless harpie.”
Ace Detective Jenny surmises that things are going poorly, and mom shouts that Jenny should leave Sumit. While Jenny has no idea what words she said, this is not her first time being on the receiving end of an incoherent yell, so she shakes her head, which makes mom’s eyes get wide to prepare for total detonation.
Mother Sumit says, “You’re becoming old because she’s old. Why don’t you get up at 6:30AM to stand in line at Old Country Buffet? Go ahead and turn a record on your Victoria. When does your Alaskan cruise leave?”
Sumit gets on his knees and flips a table, to show how America he’s become, and says his love for Jenny surpasses all other love he’s known. They are unmoved, and mom declares that having kids is the point of marriage, and he’s about to be a stepdad to kids who are older than himself. Sumit says, “Dammit mom, I told you it’s called childless by choice, and we have much online support from people with many, many houseplants. Stop trying to force my crotch fruit to drop when they haven’t even ripened.”
Jenny: Yep, I’m still here.
Sumit: Mother I throw myself at your feet to remind you yet again of my brief marriage misery, which you paid for yourself and I could have backed out of, but didn’t. Do you see how I am the victim or hero in every narrative? Do you see what a skilled narcissist can accomplish?
Mother Sumit: Do you see how I am chewing this glass? Blood drips from my mouth, but still I bite, summoning the power of Kali-Ma to enact vengeance!
Jenny: Well, that’s a wrap for me. Time to walk away and pretend i have any intention of leaving the country for the sake of reuniting his estranged family. Scene.
Yazan and Angela are meeting Yazan at a restaurant, and this time he’s got a translator named Adam to clarify his statements, and serve as the MVP of this episode.
“You see, I’m not a plastic piece of garbage bought on overstock.com,” Adam explains. “In fact, I promise to deliver a dramatic retelling of the most pertinent events in what might be a British accent. You should listen to my audiobook performances, truly.”
But am I going to leave Deavan’s Instigation Device (ID) out of this recap? No, I am not. Humans will never replace machines, and ID knows it.
Yazan explains that he’s okay with giving up everything for Brittany, and he’s done everything she wanted him to do. All he asks if that she pledge her love to him and marry him. He says she doesn’t have to convert, and he’s not trying to get familial approval, because it’s not going to happen anyway. He just wants her, and to know that he’s loved.
Brittany: I don’t know why, but your alienation makes more sense in a British accent.
Adam: I am beginning to understand you, and the unique suffering that has plagued you. Surely this time our union will be blessed, and we will sally forth into a field of lavender. Come now, and take my hand so tenderly, as we drift towards our shared future.
ID (Instigation Device): Brittany says she doesn’t listen when you talk.
Yazan: I will give up everything if you pledge your love to me. I’ll lay down on the railroad tracks and tie myself to them. Then, I will hand you the keys to the train, and ask you to pull the whistle.
Adam: This enormous sacrifice will be but a passing storm if you pledge your love to me, so that we might start a life free from the burden of familial demands, warmed by our radiant love.
ID: I want to hit you with a train.
Yazan is disappointed that he’s laid it all on the line, and the best Brittany can offer is another lukewarm non-answer. But you can’t lie to a liar, and Brittany knows Yazan has only revealed 20% of the story, so she asks to speak with Yazan’s brother, Obaida, privately. Obaida is the Draco Malfoy of the family, and Brittany describes their interaction as weird, with the way he calls her mudblood and how he’s always zipping around on a broom. Yazan sets up their meeting, and Ultimate Translator Adam stands at the ready, and he’s not afraid to add that trademark flourish.
Obaida: Hmm. Is that a sinister way to start? Let me summon the forces of darkness to preserve me during this exchange. I’m scared for Yazan. The fam hates this relationshit, and Yazan is in grave danger. They think he abandoned his culture and tradition for Coke Zero and Wrangler jeans, which is the theme of this episode. He could be killed.
Adam: I come to you with grave concerns about Yazan’s future. The family has been torn asunder, with some members wishing a plague on both your houses. Lo, for this love he might lose his very life, at the hands of his own father, no less. Madness! They could draw down their swords and murder him in cold blood by the roadside, like so many sheep in Ethiopia.
ID: Yazan is totally dead, and it’s your fault.
Brittany: Cries forever.
Yazan’s brother is moved by Brittany’s emotional display, and says he will try to plead their case with his family, but either way he and his bro are down for life. “If the whole world stands against Yazan, I will stand beside him,” Obaida says, perfectly demonstrating the Sibling Code of Ethics.
Amit: Who is this Cindy Brady? I am not this.
Obaida: Okay, Cindy.
Brittany wants to know if a hollow conversion would help, and Obaida says no, because Islam is a conviction, not a bargaining tool. Still, he doesn’t think someone could cry so much and not love Yazan. So he tells Brittany that she’s basically his entire family now, and she has to take care of him. No pressure.
Brittany: You’ve given me a lot to think about, like when the next flight leaves for Chicago.
Adam: Now that your situation is clear to me, my heart swells with empathy. For now I’ll retreat for private meditation and reflection, and shall say no more.
ID: Fuck this. Deuces, Draco.
Ari is taking her mom to the airport, “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac playing in the background, setting the mood for trashing Biniyam. Janice says that she feels less comfortable that she did when she left last time, because their communication is still bad, and it seems like Ari is basically on her own. Still, Ari’s pregnancy hormones are starting to deflate to human levels, so she’s not so interested in her mom’s opinions. This doesn’t mean we’re spared another tearful airport scene, so just imagine a lot of crying and declarations of not knowing when she’ll see her again (about two weeks).
It’s time for Avi to get baptized so that Biniyam’s family will stop repeatedly tapping on the window asking: “Is he going to be baptized now? Now? How bout now? Now?” Ari doesn’t know what to expect, and she’ll never earn her black belt in passive aggression if she bothers to ask.
“If I ask, how will I resent him for not telling me later?” Ari has a point.
“It’s okay. I won’t be around later,” Biniyam has one, too.
The ritual starts with harmonic singing, incense, and blessings. Avi is given the name Tibebe Selassi, which means Get Me Out of Here in Yoruba, and Ari makes a note to forget this name going forward. The priest pies her with a Bible to see if it makes her face melt off, and since the best he gets is a hiss there’s no chance of adding an exorcism to their baptism bill. Biniyam’s family whispers to Ari that she needs to get Avi naked for a little Jesus shower. When the clothes are unwrapped we get to see the distinct haircut the kid already has going on, and either the kid is growing his own 18th century monk look, or they did that business on purpose. The kid cries, because that’s his only way to vote, and some rando is waterboarding him, and his mom is just watching like a monster.
“What is even happening?” Avi has concerns. “I was slumbering in this warm dark cave, when suddenly I was pulled into the light. Since then I’ve had my penis cut and water dumped over me while people chant. Is this being abducted by aliens? I feel like this is aliens.”
ID: It’s totally aliens.
Afterwards they head to a reception of sorts, where Ari is tasked with wrapping Avi in injera (Ethiopian bread) for good fortune. Ari has never made a burrito before, so she’s lost, and really, Ari? REALLY? Avi seems down with edible blankets, and looks like he’s going to laugh when his mom weirdly lays him on his side. “You mean like this?” She asks, standing him on his head. “I don’t get it, tell me what to do! The splits? How about face planted? Should he wear it like a hat?”
After Avi has a chance to fart the bread alive, it’s passed around for everyone to eat. This is the scene I’ve always wanted, and Drascilla’s diaper eggs salute it. Wish reports that Avi’s farts are delicious, and Ari was well-behaved all day, and she just knows that if she keeps tracking Ari’s behavior with charts, graphs, and judgement, she’ll totes be happy in Ethiopia.
Jihoon is about to introduce us to a tradition of his own, and since Deavan’s father is present and feels honored to be included, there’s a 25% chance Elicia will express an emotion other than scorn. This is good news, because if Elicia continues to frown at their living situation, she might do something to disrupt the wedding that doesn’t matter, because she’s already married anyway.
“I know how stressful the second wedding is,” GTFO Libby. “What with all the peasant food and drunken brothers, and SO much planning to do the same thing again.”
“I don’t have those things, but my mom has resting sad face. That summons the strength of 10 Karens. Yes, this is powerful enough to stop the marriage that already happened,” Deavan dumbs.
“Who is this Karen? What about the Cindys?” Amit just wants to feel included.
“You must tell your parents about Cindy,” Sharee isn’t having it.
Teayang is readying for the occasion by fussing, because he doesn’t have any of his mom’s delicious hair to chew on. Once she lifts him up he grabs a handful to express his intent to devour her inch by inch if the situation demands it, but she fails to heed his warning. Elicia likes apartment, but makes a point of calling it a “starter home,” in case their mattress needs more backhanded compliments for support.
What’s about to go down is a Hahm (Box) ceremony, which involves a groom walking in with two dudes sporting squid masks to banish evil, smashing a ghord to demonstrate competence in fucking shit up, and gifting the parents a box filled with items that will sustain the marriage, like sex toys and a restraining order. At the bottom of the box is a divorce, but it’s written in Korean so Elicia throws it in the trash.
While Elicia keeps turning the box around in her hands, hoping to meet at least one cenobite if they have those chains properly sanitized, Jihoon goes looking for Deavan, who is hiding as part of this business. It’s not much of a hunt, since all he had to do is follow the scent of complaint.
“I’m going to eat one of my friend’s faces now,” Jihoon says, snapping off a piece of squid and shoving it into his cake hole.
Father Deavan is thoroughly charmed, Elicia is awkwardly judgmental, and Deavan whines that she can’t believe they sold her for a box. So did he get the box back, or did someone promise Jihoon a cash back refund?
And still, Teayang soldiers on, interested in his grandfather. “Who is this older fellow bringing a thin beam of light into my dark world?” Teayang has questions. “Drascilla was moved by their reunion, so much that she neglected to fart in her birthday bread before we ate it. And this box tempts me. So many beautiful things I can hold in my mouth. Can I ride it down a snow covered hill in it? Can the older guy take me? Who is this wizard?”
Deavan tries on her wedding dress with an assist from her mom, and lives in a world where her butt is big. It is a gorgeous, unique dress, and no one is asking her to say yes to it. Deavan says the way Jihoon helped with the miscarriage really fixed their relationship, and she’s happy to be close with his mom all of a sudden. Elicia feels bad that she couldn’t be there for Deavan in her grief, blaming Jihoon and accelerating a narrative where this is his fault. Elicia says she supports the marriage for her and the kids, which is support-like, but not really. This is the “I’m sorry that you feel that way” of support declarations.
All of this is better than American Cheese and our favorite frowning grocery shopper, Melyza. Like a lot of people who move to neighboring nations, Cheese has kept his job, and now that he knows Melyza went dick shopping while they were apart, he’s ready to return to it. He’s so torn about his possible relocation that he’s already bought a ticket, without telling Melyza. She’s caught off guard, since she was really enjoying the upper hand and the possibility of milking this forever.
They’re sad while packing suitcases, sad while promising to return, sad in the car all the way to the airport, and sad at the airport. Never mind that this is an entirely manufactured problem that could just as easily be resolved by sticking it out, learning Spanish or Portuguese, marrying, and then getting a job.
“I don’t know,” Melyza says, a tear trickling down her cheek. “It’s almost like we totally wasted everyone’s time.”
You did, so here’s a story about Sprocket and Pickle: So the other day Pickle is hauling ass through the living room with Sprocket’s stuffed squirrel in her mouth. The plan was for Sprocket to chase her, but instead he’s shook that she’s kidnapped his baby. He sits in the middle of the living room and starts crying until she brings Squirrel back, and lays him down like, “Damn, I didn’t know it would be all of that.” Sprocket immediately puts Squirrel in front of the heater to bring him back to life, and then carries him to my lap. He starts grooming him and asking me if the little feller is gonna make it, and I say I dunno, it’s going to be touch and go for awhile. All we can do is pray. Sprocket responds by taking a nap on Squirrel’s face. This concludes the section desperate to be more interesting than Cheese and his grater.
NEXT WEEK: Jesus Christ, this season never ends, and yes, the same sort of shit continues to happen. Ari gets caught in a Christian mosh pit, Kenny and Armando are using a television as a computer screen, Drascilla is getting ideas about enlivening this wedding, Jenny and Sumit are having the same conversation, and everyone at home is considering watching Real Housewives of Potomac instead.
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2020.11.24 21:26 fractalfay This is all you could find? Recap of 90DF The Other Way S02E21

Welcome to another stunning recap of Teayang and Drascilla, where a herd of baffling adults operate like accidents, while their wonder-children marvel at the world despite them.
When we last saw Jenny, she was hanging out with people 35 years her junior, and she wasn’t getting any of their pop culture references. Sis-in-law Sheree has been hitting that smug tank like it’s nitrous at an EDM festival, and Jenny’s tears only added spice to her high. Sheree insists Sumit needs to tell his parents he’s about to get married for a second time, or they’re going to rat him out. Amit agrees with this, which is his second violation of the Sibling Code of Ethics, which clearly states that substance abuse and actions that could result in prison time are the only acceptable reasons for being Cindy Brady. Sumit doesn’t point out that he has no intention of getting married, and probably still doesn’t even have the ring, because what, was that theater degree for nothing?
Amit finds all of this very unfair. He just contributed to Sumit’s divorce GoFundMe, and now he’s going to have to start saving for a second one?
“Yeah,” Jen interrupts, despite never being invited to this recap. “Like, is your dad even paying for the second wedding? My dad never responded to my second wedding invoice. Amit should get drunk at the reception and make a sloppy chad of a toast.”
Amit and Sharee finally leave, and Sumit realizes that his lie blueprint has fraying edges, and he’s going to have to tell them if he’s going to delay the ring ceremony again.
“The COVID-19 excuse only worked until we got these disease banishing cards,” Sumit says. “Then the lawyer didn’t help, what with his ‘look at this easy option’ business. Now I feel confident that if anything at all happens, I will use my parents as an excuse for another ring delay.”
“Where have I heard that before?” Jenny retorts. Stop everything and clear the runway, Jenny might be coming in for a landing.
The next day Jenny wants to impress the woman she befriended and betrayed, so she’s making an Indian dish Sumit’s mother is 100% not going to eat. Sumit tells her it’s delicious, but he’s not sure how it’s going to taste poured over bullshit. Jenny is nervous about sharing space with two people she hasn’t seen since they tried to “take Sumit away from me,” and Sumit reminds her to stay calm and not get angry when his mother is shouting things she doesn’t understand.
Mom arrives with a red scarf to announce she’s ready for war, and Sumit greets them by touching their feet. Mom and Dad give Jenny an icy greeting, before telling Sumit they want him to leave with them, and Sumit pauses before saying he won’t leave. Sumit asks them to be happy for his happiness, while Jenny sits there as a reminder that you can live in India year-round, and still make no effort to learn the language.
Mom is unfazed as Sumit demonstrates his commitment to compulsive lying by telling his parents that the minute the lawyer said they could marry without permission, he was all like, “No way, I would never do anything that would offend my parents ever. Surely I will get permission first!” Both parents don’t give a fuck, because they’ve brought their reading glasses and plan to burn through every book in the library.
“You are trying to absorb a culture from a faraway place,” dad says. “Why don’t you get 23andme and find out you’re 1/200th American if it will make you feel cultured? Then you can dress in white t-shirts like Bruce Springsteen and wear a cowboy hat and vote against your best interests! Why do you hate your health care, son? We have these cards, and there, they have nothing.”
“Why don’t you find another oldie? Find a hundred year old!” Father coming out with the hits. “This is all you could find? Yes, I will talk about my unemployed, cheating, catfish son as a jewel stolen from my crown by this merciless harpie.”
Ace Detective Jenny surmises that things are going poorly, and mom shouts that Jenny should leave Sumit. While Jenny has no idea what words she said, this is not her first time being on the receiving end of an incoherent yell, so she shakes her head, which makes mom’s eyes get wide to prepare for total detonation.
Mother Sumit says, “You’re becoming old because she’s old. Why don’t you get up at 6:30AM to stand in line at Old Country Buffet? Go ahead and turn a record on your Victoria. When does your Alaskan cruise leave?”
Sumit gets on his knees and flips a table, to show how America he’s become, and says his love for Jenny surpasses all other love he’s known. They are unmoved, and mom declares that having kids is the point of marriage, and he’s about to be a stepdad to kids who are older than himself. Sumit says, “Dammit mom, I told you it’s called childless by choice, and we have much online support from people with many, many houseplants. Stop trying to force my crotch fruit to drop when they haven’t even ripened.”
Jenny: Yep, I’m still here.
Sumit: Mother I throw myself at your feet to remind you yet again of my brief marriage misery, which you paid for yourself and I could have backed out of, but didn’t. Do you see how I am the victim or hero in every narrative? Do you see what a skilled narcissist can accomplish?
Mother Sumit: Do you see how I am chewing this glass? Blood drips from my mouth, but still I bite, summoning the power of Kali-Ma to enact vengeance!
Jenny: Well, that’s a wrap for me. Time to walk away and pretend i have any intention of leaving the country for the sake of reuniting his estranged family. Scene.
Yazan and Angela are meeting Yazan at a restaurant, and this time he’s got a translator named Adam to clarify his statements, and serve as the MVP of this episode.
“You see, I’m not a plastic piece of garbage bought on overstock.com,” Adam explains. “In fact, I promise to deliver a dramatic retelling of the most pertinent events in what might be a British accent. You should listen to my audiobook performances, truly.”
But am I going to leave Deavan’s Instigation Device (ID) out of this recap? No, I am not. Humans will never replace machines, and ID knows it.
Yazan explains that he’s okay with giving up everything for Brittany, and he’s done everything she wanted him to do. All he asks if that she pledge her love to him and marry him. He says she doesn’t have to convert, and he’s not trying to get familial approval, because it’s not going to happen anyway. He just wants her, and to know that he’s loved.
Brittany: I don’t know why, but your alienation makes more sense in a British accent.
Adam: I am beginning to understand you, and the unique suffering that has plagued you. Surely this time our union will be blessed, and we will sally forth into a field of lavender. Come now, and take my hand so tenderly, as we drift towards our shared future.
ID (Instigation Device): Brittany says she doesn’t listen when you talk.
Yazan: I will give up everything if you pledge your love to me. I’ll lay down on the railroad tracks and tie myself to them. Then, I will hand you the keys to the train, and ask you to pull the whistle.
Adam: This enormous sacrifice will be but a passing storm if you pledge your love to me, so that we might start a life free from the burden of familial demands, warmed by our radiant love.
ID: I want to hit you with a train.
Yazan is disappointed that he’s laid it all on the line, and the best Brittany can offer is another lukewarm non-answer. But you can’t lie to a liar, and Brittany knows Yazan has only revealed 20% of the story, so she asks to speak with Yazan’s brother, Obaida, privately. Obaida is the Draco Malfoy of the family, and Brittany describes their interaction as weird, with the way he calls her mudblood and how he’s always zipping around on a broom. Yazan sets up their meeting, and Ultimate Translator Adam stands at the ready, and he’s not afraid to add that trademark flourish.
Obaida: Hmm. Is that a sinister way to start? Let me summon the forces of darkness to preserve me during this exchange. I’m scared for Yazan. The fam hates this relationshit, and Yazan is in grave danger. They think he abandoned his culture and tradition for Coke Zero and Wrangler jeans, which is the theme of this episode. He could be killed.
Adam: I come to you with grave concerns about Yazan’s future. The family has been torn asunder, with some members wishing a plague on both your houses. Lo, for this love he might lose his very life, at the hands of his own father, no less. Madness! They could draw down their swords and murder him in cold blood by the roadside, like so many sheep in Ethiopia.
ID: Yazan is totally dead, and it’s your fault.
Brittany: Cries forever.
Yazan’s brother is moved by Brittany’s emotional display, and says he will try to plead their case with his family, but either way he and his bro are down for life. “If the whole world stands against Yazan, I will stand beside him,” Obaida says, perfectly demonstrating the Sibling Code of Ethics.
Amit: Who is this Cindy Brady? I am not this.
Obaida: Okay, Cindy.
Brittany wants to know if a hollow conversion would help, and Obaida says no, because Islam is a conviction, not a bargaining tool. Still, he doesn’t think someone could cry so much and not love Yazan. So he tells Brittany that she’s basically his entire family now, and she has to take care of him. No pressure.
Brittany: You’ve given me a lot to think about, like when the next flight leaves for Chicago.
Adam: Now that your situation is clear to me, my heart swells with empathy. For now I’ll retreat for private meditation and reflection, and shall say no more.
ID: Fuck this. Deuces, Draco.
Ari is taking her mom to the airport, “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac playing in the background, setting the mood for trashing Biniyam. Janice says that she feels less comfortable that she did when she left last time, because their communication is still bad, and it seems like Ari is basically on her own. Still, Ari’s pregnancy hormones are starting to deflate to human levels, so she’s not so interested in her mom’s opinions. This doesn’t mean we’re spared another tearful airport scene, so just imagine a lot of crying and declarations of not knowing when she’ll see her again (about two weeks).
It’s time for Avi to get baptized so that Biniyam’s family will stop repeatedly tapping on the window asking: “Is he going to be baptized now? Now? How bout now? Now?” Ari doesn’t know what to expect, and she’ll never earn her black belt in passive aggression if she bothers to ask.
“If I ask, how will I resent him for not telling me later?” Ari has a point.
“It’s okay. I won’t be around later,” Biniyam has one, too.
The ritual starts with harmonic singing, incense, and blessings. Avi is given the name Tibebe Selassi, which means Get Me Out of Here in Yoruba, and Ari makes a note to forget this name going forward. The priest pies her with a Bible to see if it makes her face melt off, and since the best he gets is a hiss there’s no chance of adding an exorcism to their baptism bill. Biniyam’s family whispers to Ari that she needs to get Avi naked for a little Jesus shower. When the clothes are unwrapped we get to see the distinct haircut the kid already has going on, and either the kid is growing his own 18th century monk look, or they did that business on purpose. The kid cries, because that’s his only way to vote, and some rando is waterboarding him, and his mom is just watching like a monster.
“What is even happening?” Avi has concerns. “I was slumbering in this warm dark cave, when suddenly I was pulled into the light. Since then I’ve had my penis cut and water dumped over me while people chant. Is this being abducted by aliens? I feel like this is aliens.”
ID: It’s totally aliens.
Afterwards they head to a reception of sorts, where Ari is tasked with wrapping Avi in injera (Ethiopian bread) for good fortune. Ari has never made a burrito before, so she’s lost, and really, Ari? REALLY? Avi seems down with edible blankets, and looks like he’s going to laugh when his mom weirdly lays him on his side. “You mean like this?” She asks, standing him on his head. “I don’t get it, tell me what to do! The splits? How about face planted? Should he wear it like a hat?”
After Avi has a chance to fart the bread alive, it’s passed around for everyone to eat. This is the scene I’ve always wanted, and Drascilla’s diaper eggs salute it. Wish reports that Avi’s farts are delicious, and Ari was well-behaved all day, and she just knows that if she keeps tracking Ari’s behavior with charts, graphs, and judgement, she’ll totes be happy in Ethiopia.
Jihoon is about to introduce us to a tradition of his own, and since Deavan’s father is present and feels honored to be included, there’s a 25% chance Elicia will express an emotion other than scorn. This is good news, because if Elicia continues to frown at their living situation, she might do something to disrupt the wedding that doesn’t matter, because she’s already married anyway.
“I know how stressful the second wedding is,” GTFO Libby. “What with all the peasant food and drunken brothers, and SO much planning to do the same thing again.”
“I don’t have those things, but my mom has resting sad face. That summons the strength of 10 Karens. Yes, this is powerful enough to stop the marriage that already happened,” Deavan dumbs.
“Who is this Karen? What about the Cindys?” Amit just wants to feel included.
“You must tell your parents about Cindy,” Sharee isn’t having it.
Teayang is readying for the occasion by fussing, because he doesn’t have any of his mom’s delicious hair to chew on. Once she lifts him up he grabs a handful to express his intent to devour her inch by inch if the situation demands it, but she fails to heed his warning. Elicia likes apartment, but makes a point of calling it a “starter home,” in case their mattress needs more backhanded compliments for support.
What’s about to go down is a Hahm (Box) ceremony, which involves a groom walking in with two dudes sporting squid masks to banish evil, smashing a ghord to demonstrate competence in fucking shit up, and gifting the parents a box filled with items that will sustain the marriage, like sex toys and a restraining order. At the bottom of the box is a divorce, but it’s written in Korean so Elicia throws it in the trash.
While Elicia keeps turning the box around in her hands, hoping to meet at least one cenobite if they have those chains properly sanitized, Jihoon goes looking for Deavan, who is hiding as part of this business. It’s not much of a hunt, since all he had to do is follow the scent of complaint.
“I’m going to eat one of my friend’s faces now,” Jihoon says, snapping off a piece of squid and shoving it into his cake hole.
Father Deavan is thoroughly charmed, Elicia is awkwardly judgmental, and Deavan whines that she can’t believe they sold her for a box. So did he get the box back, or did someone promise Jihoon a cash back refund?
And still, Teayang soldiers on, interested in his grandfather. “Who is this older fellow bringing a thin beam of light into my dark world?” Teayang has questions. “Drascilla was moved by their reunion, so much that she neglected to fart in her birthday bread before we ate it. And this box tempts me. So many beautiful things I can hold in my mouth. Can I ride it down a snow covered hill in it? Can the older guy take me? Who is this wizard?”
Deavan tries on her wedding dress with an assist from her mom, and lives in a world where her butt is big. It is a gorgeous, unique dress, and no one is asking her to say yes to it. Deavan says the way Jihoon helped with the miscarriage really fixed their relationship, and she’s happy to be close with his mom all of a sudden. Elicia feels bad that she couldn’t be there for Deavan in her grief, blaming Jihoon and accelerating a narrative where this is his fault. Elicia says she supports the marriage for her and the kids, which is support-like, but not really. This is the “I’m sorry that you feel that way” of support declarations.
All of this is better than American Cheese and our favorite frowning grocery shopper, Melyza. Like a lot of people who move to neighboring nations, Cheese has kept his job, and now that he knows Melyza went dick shopping while they were apart, he’s ready to return to it. He’s so torn about his possible relocation that he’s already bought a ticket, without telling Melyza. She’s caught off guard, since she was really enjoying the upper hand and the possibility of milking this forever.
They’re sad while packing suitcases, sad while promising to return, sad in the car all the way to the airport, and sad at the airport. Never mind that this is an entirely manufactured problem that could just as easily be resolved by sticking it out, learning Spanish or Portuguese, marrying, and then getting a job.
“I don’t know,” Melyza says, a tear trickling down her cheek. “It’s almost like we totally wasted everyone’s time.”
You did, so here’s a story about Sprocket and Pickle: So the other day Pickle is hauling ass through the living room with Sprocket’s stuffed squirrel in her mouth. The plan was for Sprocket to chase her, but instead he’s shook that she’s kidnapped his baby. He sits in the middle of the living room and starts crying until she brings Squirrel back, and lays him down like, “Damn, I didn’t know it would be all of that.” Sprocket immediately puts Squirrel in front of the heater to bring him back to life, and then carries him to my lap. He starts grooming him and asking me if the little feller is gonna make it, and I say I dunno, it’s going to be touch and go for awhile. All we can do is pray. Sprocket responds by taking a nap on Squirrel’s face. This concludes the section desperate to be more interesting than Cheese and his grater.
NEXT WEEK: Jesus Christ, this season never ends, and yes, the same sort of shit continues to happen. Ari gets caught in a Christian mosh pit, Kenny and Armando are using a television as a computer screen, Drascilla is getting ideas about enlivening this wedding, Jenny and Sumit are having the same conversation, and everyone at home is considering watching Real Housewives of Potomac instead.
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2020.11.24 21:25 fractalfay This is all you could find? Recap of 90DF The Other Way, S02E21

Welcome to another stunning recap of Teayang and Drascilla, where a herd of baffling adults operate like accidents, while their wonder-children marvel at the world despite them.
When we last saw Jenny, she was hanging out with people 35 years her junior, and she wasn’t getting any of their pop culture references. Sis-in-law Sheree has been hitting that smug tank like it’s nitrous at an EDM festival, and Jenny’s tears only added spice to her high. Sheree insists Sumit needs to tell his parents he’s about to get married for a second time, or they’re going to rat him out. Amit agrees with this, which is his second violation of the Sibling Code of Ethics, which clearly states that substance abuse and actions that could result in prison time are the only acceptable reasons for being Cindy Brady. Sumit doesn’t point out that he has no intention of getting married, and probably still doesn’t even have the ring, because what, was that theater degree for nothing?
Amit finds all of this very unfair. He just contributed to Sumit’s divorce GoFundMe, and now he’s going to have to start saving for a second one?
“Yeah,” Jen interrupts, despite never being invited to this recap. “Like, is your dad even paying for the second wedding? My dad never responded to my second wedding invoice. Amit should get drunk at the reception and make a sloppy chad of a toast.”
Amit and Sharee finally leave, and Sumit realizes that his lie blueprint has fraying edges, and he’s going to have to tell them if he’s going to delay the ring ceremony again.
“The COVID-19 excuse only worked until we got these disease banishing cards,” Sumit says. “Then the lawyer didn’t help, what with his ‘look at this easy option’ business. Now I feel confident that if anything at all happens, I will use my parents as an excuse for another ring delay.”
“Where have I heard that before?” Jenny retorts. Stop everything and clear the runway, Jenny might be coming in for a landing.
The next day Jenny wants to impress the woman she befriended and betrayed, so she’s making an Indian dish Sumit’s mother is 100% not going to eat. Sumit tells her it’s delicious, but he’s not sure how it’s going to taste poured over bullshit. Jenny is nervous about sharing space with two people she hasn’t seen since they tried to “take Sumit away from me,” and Sumit reminds her to stay calm and not get angry when his mother is shouting things she doesn’t understand.
Mom arrives with a red scarf to announce she’s ready for war, and Sumit greets them by touching their feet. Mom and Dad give Jenny an icy greeting, before telling Sumit they want him to leave with them, and Sumit pauses before saying he won’t leave. Sumit asks them to be happy for his happiness, while Jenny sits there as a reminder that you can live in India year-round, and still make no effort to learn the language.
Mom is unfazed as Sumit demonstrates his commitment to compulsive lying by telling his parents that the minute the lawyer said they could marry without permission, he was all like, “No way, I would never do anything that would offend my parents ever. Surely I will get permission first!” Both parents don’t give a fuck, because they’ve brought their reading glasses and plan to burn through every book in the library.
“You are trying to absorb a culture from a faraway place,” dad says. “Why don’t you get 23andme and find out you’re 1/200th American if it will make you feel cultured? Then you can dress in white t-shirts like Bruce Springsteen and wear a cowboy hat and vote against your best interests! Why do you hate your health care, son? We have these cards, and there, they have nothing.”
“Why don’t you find another oldie? Find a hundred year old!” Father coming out with the hits. “This is all you could find? Yes, I will talk about my unemployed, cheating, catfish son as a jewel stolen from my crown by this merciless harpie.”
Ace Detective Jenny surmises that things are going poorly, and mom shouts that Jenny should leave Sumit. While Jenny has no idea what words she said, this is not her first time being on the receiving end of an incoherent yell, so she shakes her head, which makes mom’s eyes get wide to prepare for total detonation.
Mother Sumit says, “You’re becoming old because she’s old. Why don’t you get up at 6:30AM to stand in line at Old Country Buffet? Go ahead and turn a record on your Victoria. When does your Alaskan cruise leave?”
Sumit gets on his knees and flips a table, to show how America he’s become, and says his love for Jenny surpasses all other love he’s known. They are unmoved, and mom declares that having kids is the point of marriage, and he’s about to be a stepdad to kids who are older than himself. Sumit says, “Dammit mom, I told you it’s called childless by choice, and we have much online support from people with many, many houseplants. Stop trying to force my crotch fruit to drop when they haven’t even ripened.”
Jenny: Yep, I’m still here.
Sumit: Mother I throw myself at your feet to remind you yet again of my brief marriage misery, which you paid for yourself and I could have backed out of, but didn’t. Do you see how I am the victim or hero in every narrative? Do you see what a skilled narcissist can accomplish?
Mother Sumit: Do you see how I am chewing this glass? Blood drips from my mouth, but still I bite, summoning the power of Kali-Ma to enact vengeance!
Jenny: Well, that’s a wrap for me. Time to walk away and pretend i have any intention of leaving the country for the sake of reuniting his estranged family. Scene.
Yazan and Angela are meeting Yazan at a restaurant, and this time he’s got a translator named Adam to clarify his statements, and serve as the MVP of this episode.
“You see, I’m not a plastic piece of garbage bought on overstock.com,” Adam explains. “In fact, I promise to deliver a dramatic retelling of the most pertinent events in what might be a British accent. You should listen to my audiobook performances, truly.”
But am I going to leave Deavan’s Instigation Device (ID) out of this recap? No, I am not. Humans will never replace machines, and ID knows it.
Yazan explains that he’s okay with giving up everything for Brittany, and he’s done everything she wanted him to do. All he asks if that she pledge her love to him and marry him. He says she doesn’t have to convert, and he’s not trying to get familial approval, because it’s not going to happen anyway. He just wants her, and to know that he’s loved.
Brittany: I don’t know why, but your alienation makes more sense in a British accent.
Adam: I am beginning to understand you, and the unique suffering that has plagued you. Surely this time our union will be blessed, and we will sally forth into a field of lavender. Come now, and take my hand so tenderly, as we drift towards our shared future.
ID (Instigation Device): Brittany says she doesn’t listen when you talk.
Yazan: I will give up everything if you pledge your love to me. I’ll lay down on the railroad tracks and tie myself to them. Then, I will hand you the keys to the train, and ask you to pull the whistle.
Adam: This enormous sacrifice will be but a passing storm if you pledge your love to me, so that we might start a life free from the burden of familial demands, warmed by our radiant love.
ID: I want to hit you with a train.
Yazan is disappointed that he’s laid it all on the line, and the best Brittany can offer is another lukewarm non-answer. But you can’t lie to a liar, and Brittany knows Yazan has only revealed 20% of the story, so she asks to speak with Yazan’s brother, Obaida, privately. Obaida is the Draco Malfoy of the family, and Brittany describes their interaction as weird, with the way he calls her mudblood and how he’s always zipping around on a broom. Yazan sets up their meeting, and Ultimate Translator Adam stands at the ready, and he’s not afraid to add that trademark flourish.
Obaida: Hmm. Is that a sinister way to start? Let me summon the forces of darkness to preserve me during this exchange. I’m scared for Yazan. The fam hates this relationshit, and Yazan is in grave danger. They think he abandoned his culture and tradition for Coke Zero and Wrangler jeans, which is the theme of this episode. He could be killed.
Adam: I come to you with grave concerns about Yazan’s future. The family has been torn asunder, with some members wishing a plague on both your houses. Lo, for this love he might lose his very life, at the hands of his own father, no less. Madness! They could draw down their swords and murder him in cold blood by the roadside, like so many sheep in Ethiopia.
ID: Yazan is totally dead, and it’s your fault.
Brittany: Cries forever.
Yazan’s brother is moved by Brittany’s emotional display, and says he will try to plead their case with his family, but either way he and his bro are down for life. “If the whole world stands against Yazan, I will stand beside him,” Obaida says, perfectly demonstrating the Sibling Code of Ethics.
Amit: Who is this Cindy Brady? I am not this.
Obaida: Okay, Cindy.
Brittany wants to know if a hollow conversion would help, and Obaida says no, because Islam is a conviction, not a bargaining tool. Still, he doesn’t think someone could cry so much and not love Yazan. So he tells Brittany that she’s basically his entire family now, and she has to take care of him. No pressure.
Brittany: You’ve given me a lot to think about, like when the next flight leaves for Chicago.
Adam: Now that your situation is clear to me, my heart swells with empathy. For now I’ll retreat for private meditation and reflection, and shall say no more.
ID: Fuck this. Deuces, Draco.
Ari is taking her mom to the airport, “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac playing in the background, setting the mood for trashing Biniyam. Janice says that she feels less comfortable that she did when she left last time, because their communication is still bad, and it seems like Ari is basically on her own. Still, Ari’s pregnancy hormones are starting to deflate to human levels, so she’s not so interested in her mom’s opinions. This doesn’t mean we’re spared another tearful airport scene, so just imagine a lot of crying and declarations of not knowing when she’ll see her again (about two weeks).
It’s time for Avi to get baptized so that Biniyam’s family will stop repeatedly tapping on the window asking: “Is he going to be baptized now? Now? How bout now? Now?” Ari doesn’t know what to expect, and she’ll never earn her black belt in passive aggression if she bothers to ask.
“If I ask, how will I resent him for not telling me later?” Ari has a point.
“It’s okay. I won’t be around later,” Biniyam has one, too.
The ritual starts with harmonic singing, incense, and blessings. Avi is given the name Tibebe Selassi, which means Get Me Out of Here in Yoruba, and Ari makes a note to forget this name going forward. The priest pies her with a Bible to see if it makes her face melt off, and since the best he gets is a hiss there’s no chance of adding an exorcism to their baptism bill. Biniyam’s family whispers to Ari that she needs to get Avi naked for a little Jesus shower. When the clothes are unwrapped we get to see the distinct haircut the kid already has going on, and either the kid is growing his own 18th century monk look, or they did that business on purpose. The kid cries, because that’s his only way to vote, and some rando is waterboarding him, and his mom is just watching like a monster.
“What is even happening?” Avi has concerns. “I was slumbering in this warm dark cave, when suddenly I was pulled into the light. Since then I’ve had my penis cut and water dumped over me while people chant. Is this being abducted by aliens? I feel like this is aliens.”
ID: It’s totally aliens.
Afterwards they head to a reception of sorts, where Ari is tasked with wrapping Avi in injera (Ethiopian bread) for good fortune. Ari has never made a burrito before, so she’s lost, and really, Ari? REALLY? Avi seems down with edible blankets, and looks like he’s going to laugh when his mom weirdly lays him on his side. “You mean like this?” She asks, standing him on his head. “I don’t get it, tell me what to do! The splits? How about face planted? Should he wear it like a hat?”
After Avi has a chance to fart the bread alive, it’s passed around for everyone to eat. This is the scene I’ve always wanted, and Drascilla’s diaper eggs salute it. Wish reports that Avi’s farts are delicious, and Ari was well-behaved all day, and she just knows that if she keeps tracking Ari’s behavior with charts, graphs, and judgement, she’ll totes be happy in Ethiopia.
Jihoon is about to introduce us to a tradition of his own, and since Deavan’s father is present and feels honored to be included, there’s a 25% chance Elicia will express an emotion other than scorn. This is good news, because if Elicia continues to frown at their living situation, she might do something to disrupt the wedding that doesn’t matter, because she’s already married anyway.
“I know how stressful the second wedding is,” GTFO Libby. “What with all the peasant food and drunken brothers, and SO much planning to do the same thing again.”
“I don’t have those things, but my mom has resting sad face. That summons the strength of 10 Karens. Yes, this is powerful enough to stop the marriage that already happened,” Deavan dumbs.
“Who is this Karen? What about the Cindys?” Amit just wants to feel included.
“You must tell your parents about Cindy,” Sharee isn’t having it.
Teayang is readying for the occasion by fussing, because he doesn’t have any of his mom’s delicious hair to chew on. Once she lifts him up he grabs a handful to express his intent to devour her inch by inch if the situation demands it, but she fails to heed his warning. Elicia likes apartment, but makes a point of calling it a “starter home,” in case their mattress needs more backhanded compliments for support.
What’s about to go down is a Hahm (Box) ceremony, which involves a groom walking in with two dudes sporting squid masks to banish evil, smashing a ghord to demonstrate competence in fucking shit up, and gifting the parents a box filled with items that will sustain the marriage, like sex toys and a restraining order. At the bottom of the box is a divorce, but it’s written in Korean so Elicia throws it in the trash.
While Elicia keeps turning the box around in her hands, hoping to meet at least one cenobite if they have those chains properly sanitized, Jihoon goes looking for Deavan, who is hiding as part of this business. It’s not much of a hunt, since all he had to do is follow the scent of complaint.
“I’m going to eat one of my friend’s faces now,” Jihoon says, snapping off a piece of squid and shoving it into his cake hole.
Father Deavan is thoroughly charmed, Elicia is awkwardly judgmental, and Deavan whines that she can’t believe they sold her for a box. So did he get the box back, or did someone promise Jihoon a cash back refund?
And still, Teayang soldiers on, interested in his grandfather. “Who is this older fellow bringing a thin beam of light into my dark world?” Teayang has questions. “Drascilla was moved by their reunion, so much that she neglected to fart in her birthday bread before we ate it. And this box tempts me. So many beautiful things I can hold in my mouth. Can I ride it down a snow covered hill in it? Can the older guy take me? Who is this wizard?”
Deavan tries on her wedding dress with an assist from her mom, and lives in a world where her butt is big. It is a gorgeous, unique dress, and no one is asking her to say yes to it. Deavan says the way Jihoon helped with the miscarriage really fixed their relationship, and she’s happy to be close with his mom all of a sudden. Elicia feels bad that she couldn’t be there for Deavan in her grief, blaming Jihoon and accelerating a narrative where this is his fault. Elicia says she supports the marriage for her and the kids, which is support-like, but not really. This is the “I’m sorry that you feel that way” of support declarations.
All of this is better than American Cheese and our favorite frowning grocery shopper, Melyza. Like a lot of people who move to neighboring nations, Cheese has kept his job, and now that he knows Melyza went dick shopping while they were apart, he’s ready to return to it. He’s so torn about his possible relocation that he’s already bought a ticket, without telling Melyza. She’s caught off guard, since she was really enjoying the upper hand and the possibility of milking this forever.
They’re sad while packing suitcases, sad while promising to return, sad in the car all the way to the airport, and sad at the airport. Never mind that this is an entirely manufactured problem that could just as easily be resolved by sticking it out, learning Spanish or Portuguese, marrying, and then getting a job.
“I don’t know,” Melyza says, a tear trickling down her cheek. “It’s almost like we totally wasted everyone’s time.”
You did, so here’s a story about Sprocket and Pickle: So the other day Pickle is hauling ass through the living room with Sprocket’s stuffed squirrel in her mouth. The plan was for Sprocket to chase her, but instead he’s shook that she’s kidnapped his baby. He sits in the middle of the living room and starts crying until she brings Squirrel back, and lays him down like, “Damn, I didn’t know it would be all of that.” Sprocket immediately puts Squirrel in front of the heater to bring him back to life, and then carries him to my lap. He starts grooming him and asking me if the little feller is gonna make it, and I say I dunno, it’s going to be touch and go for awhile. All we can do is pray. Sprocket responds by taking a nap on Squirrel’s face. This concludes the section desperate to be more interesting than Cheese and his grater.
NEXT WEEK: Jesus Christ, this season never ends, and yes, the same sort of shit continues to happen. Ari gets caught in a Christian mosh pit, Kenny and Armando are using a television as a computer screen, Drascilla is getting ideas about enlivening this wedding, Jenny and Sumit are having the same conversation, and everyone at home is considering watching Real Housewives of Potomac instead.
Thank you, Patreon supporters!
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2020.11.24 20:59 Jappi92 Financial implications of purchasing an adventure motorcycle in India

Hey Folks, I am a 28 year old, single male based out of India, earning a decent salary and have no mortgages currently. I come from a family which is well settled financially and not dependent on my earnings. Due to the ongoing pandemic situation I haven't been going out much or travelling and ended up saving a good chunk of my salary in the past few months(enough for down-payment )
Before Covid-19, I made it a ritual to go on bike rides with my clan every weekend. I intend to upgrade to an adventure motorcycle whose cost would be nearly equivalent to half my annual salary. I expect to pay the rest of the amount through a vehicle loan where the monthly instalments would be roughly 25% of my salary for a period of 30 months. I know this seems a lot but bike riding has been one of the few things that I am really very passionate about in my life.
However, I am doubtful that this can possibly have some unpleasant financial implications in terms of depreciation, expensive vehicle maintenance, high insurance cost which will occur timely.
It would great to know from people out here about their views or if anyone from the biking community has any experiences to share about their purchases and if it was worth it.
Thanks in advance!
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2020.11.24 20:50 GJEPCIndia IIJS Virtual Empowering Trade Digitally

IIJS Virtual, the first online mega trade show of the country is soon coming to a screen near you be it your laptop, pc or tablet. IIJS Virtual retains all its necessary facilities and services that exhibitors and visitors have come to expect from the physical show - the lifelike simulation will only add to the ease of doing business.
The show will host 350 exhibitors and attracts nearly 10,000+ trade visitors from the Gem & Jewellery Industry.
It's the GJEPC's firm belief that the show must go on - even if in cyberspace!
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· Easy & Simple Visitor Registration Process
· Connect Directly with 350 with India’s Top Jewellery manufacturers
· One-to-one online meeting with exhibitors virtually in the comfort of their home/office*
· Create a procurement plan and make profitable contracts with suppliers
· Get the advice of the experts about latest trends at the Virtual Conference
· Easier to manage, time & cost- saving
To know more: https://gjepc.org/iijs-virtual/show-details.php
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2020.11.24 20:49 larizzv I’m (19F) disgusted by my mums boyfriend

I’ll try to keep it as short as possible but no guarantee. I’m also very chaotic so sorry about that.
My mum and her boyfriend have been together for about 8-10 years. They married eachother after a few years and had my half sister and half brother. But then divorced, I’ll explain.
I don’t know if i should feel bad about this but their divorce basically happened because of me. He’s an absolute dickhead but i can’t help but feel guilty when i think about it. Me and him never got along in the first place but it got way way worse after i met my boyfriend (now ex), i told my mum about him at the time and mentioned that hes from India. She told her husband and he went insane, i don’t remember the exact words but it was racist as fuck.
Arguments would happen, we even fought. My mum couldn’t do much as she worked a lot at the time and he was home 24/7, so i was stuck with him whenever i got out of school. I don’t know what my mum was thinking but we went to a theme park acting as if we were a happy little family, i felt miserable. Honestly i’m still not over it, i felt like my mum didn’t help or support me. I don’t know how my mum felt but i definitely felt and still kinda feel that our bond isn’t as strong as it used to be.
Anyways, it got really bad to the point when me and her husband fought and argued everyday and he’d even harass me when i wasn’t doing anything wrong. So because of that i had to live with my grandma for almost a year, they got divorced while i was there and my mum got a new place with my 2 siblings.
I moved into my mums place about 2/3 years ago and yeah here we are now. Shes back together with him, they aren’t married but they’re together. I don’t understand, why would anyone want to get back together with someone like him. Now i know i’m not an angel but he hurt me, even threw me on a table. He always lashes out on his own kids and says stuff like “they should just kill every foreigner in this country”. But then goes to a Turkish shop for a kebab??? Like what. He never helps my mum with the children and his house looks like a fucking meth lab from what i’ve heard.
I’m tired of seeing my mum unhappy. Its always, mum confronts him, he promises to do better, then everything goes to shit again and shes unhappy again. And i’d be lying if i said that i wouldn’t want him gone, this is the first time in my life i’ve ever hated someone this much. Everytime i hear him saying racist things or do anything else i just feel so much rage.
Please someone tell me what i can do or if i can even do something. Should i just get over it? How can i get over it? Should i talk to my mum? I don’t know. I hate him, but i feel like i already ruined their marriage back then so i don’t know what to do.
Any advice is appreciated, if there are any questions in the comments i’ll try to answer them as quick as possible.
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2020.11.24 20:11 Gomihyang Turmeric Cleansing

Turmeric has the spiritual property of protection, warding off negative energy, evil spirits, and cleansing. It also has the scientific property of being absorbed to the skin and being an antidote for fluoride. To do a turmeric cleanse, get naked and get somewhere that has a shower like a bathroom. Combine turmeric with lotion and rub it until you have a bright yellow paste to wear. Put this yellow lotion on your face, your body, and wherever you can until you are satisfied. Give it a second to absorb the moisture from the lotion. Be careful with touching anything because turmeric can leave bright yellow stains.
After a short while (~5 minutes) get into the shower and wash off the lotion. you will be stained yellow so don’t do this before work or going out. The best time to do this is before bed, because by morning your body absorbs the turmeric and you will no longer be yellow. You may still have turmeric in your nails but a shower can help with that.
You can also take turmeric pills to get similar effects. Turmeric is an inexpensive herb that most people can find at the local grocery store. This also has great benefits for your skin and is used in India often for skin improvement.
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2020.11.24 20:01 biaclassroom01 What is Data Analytics - Scope and career opportunities?

In the era of scientific advancement where businesses are digitized, it is significant for a person to possess a Data science certification in Mumbai. There is a growing demand for data analytics personnel. The data analyst collects, manipulates, and interprets the data and transforms it into useful business strategies.
As the world faces lots of development daily, it is significant for the firm to hire someone who can organize the trade progression data analysis. Many prominent institutions are aware of the data analytics field's significance and have initiated data science courses in Mumbai to meet industrial affairs requirements.
What is data analytics?
Data analytics is the science of analyzing raw data to make result-oriented decisions. Data analytics techniques have been automated into mechanical processes and algorithms that work over raw data for human consumption.
Data analytics techniques can reveal trends and metrics that can be lost due to massive information. This information can then be used to optimize processes to increase a business's overall efficiency.
Different Types of Jobs that Require Knowledge of Data Analytics
Before you take the time to learn a new skill set, you'll likely be curious about the earning potential of related positions. Knowing how your new skills will be rewarded gives you the proper motivation and context for learning.
Post completing a data analytics course, and you can get a job both remotely and onsite worldwide. According to popular job search websites, here are a few positions worth looking into – and their median salaries.

1. Business Intelligence Analyst

A business intelligence analyst's most fundamental job is to find patterns — and value in their company and industry data. At most companies, this is a kind of data analyst role. BI Analysts are expected to analyze data, work with SQL, and do data visualization and modeling. Like most data roles, this job also requires strong communication skills to communicate your results convincingly to others at the company.
BI Analysts earn an average salary of $95,838 per year, plus an average $5,000 cash bonus.

2. Data Analyst

Data Analysts do precisely what the job title implies. They analyze the company and industry data to find value and opportunities.
Data analysts can be found in every industry, and job titles can vary. Some roles will have industry-specific names like "healthcare data analyst." "Business analyst," "intelligence analyst," and similarly-named roles often share a lot with data analyst roles.
A data analyst's average salary is $75,253 per year, with an additional $2,500.

3. Data Scientist

Much like analysts in other roles, data scientists collect and analyze data and communicate actionable insights. Data scientists are often a step above data analysts, though. They are the ones who can understand data from a more informed perspective to help make predictions. These positions require a strong knowledge of data analytics, including software tools, programming languages like Python or R, and data visualization skills to communicate findings better.

4. Data Engineer

Data engineers often focus on more massive datasets and are tasked with optimizing the infrastructure surrounding different data analytics processes.
For example, a data engineer might focus on capturing data to make an acquisition pipeline more efficient. They may also need to upgrade a database infrastructure for faster queries. These high-level data analytics professionals are also well-paid, with median salaries comparable to data scientists at $90,963.

The Scope of Data Analytics in India

Business Analytics in India has excellent prospects. A profession in Business Analytics is fulfilling and offers ample scope for learning and growth. Thorough knowledge of statistical techniques, quantitative capacity, business learning, logical thinking, Big Data, instruments to understand the accessible data, and asset management are essential skills required to be a Business Analytics. Understanding the business situations and problem-solving abilities are other skills required.
About Boston Institute of Analytics(BIA)
Boston Institute of Analytics(BIA) an exceptional international organization, firmly insists on the students' importance of online education. They offer a wide range of competitive technical courses based on data analytics and Business intelligence.
It is located in Mumbai and works with phenomenal faculties and industrial professionals to train the students regarding Data mining and analytics to meet industrial requirements. The institute ensures complete educational guidance with the distinctive teaching methodology of the instructors. The institute's main objective is to train the students to reach great success in life with contentment.
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2020.11.24 19:57 based-cleric Student Needing Assistance: Need a picture of our Logo as close to Mt Everest (context in text)

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Hello All,
I am a student in the United States that is in a competition at school. The competition is made up of a bunch of challenges that are completed by competing teams called "houses". One of these challenges is to have a printed out picture of our logo, which is attached in this post, to be shown in a picture that is as close to Mount Everest as possible. For every one mile away from Mount Everest that the picture is taken away from, our group loses 1 point. Unfortunately, the issue with this challenge is that it is time-sensitive, with the time cap being exactly at 3:00 pm here, which as of me typing this is 1 hour and 15 mins away. While I do understand that Mount Everest is NOT in India, India is somewhat close to Mount Everest and Nepal.

Please PM me ASAP if you can do it, it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank You,
u/based-cleric
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2020.11.24 19:50 UnicornN94 This is the Truth

Me and now-ex had been dating for nearly 4 years. We work at the same office and same process. This guy was a typical guy who could not accept his gf's past, had multiple arguments and multiple break ups and patch ups he said he will change. Below are the points I think are red flags :
  1. He horrible anger issues and does not agree he has anger management issues
How bad is it ? He once got Into a heated argument with his brother and punched him in the face his upper lip split up badly he needed stitches and could not eat anything solid for 45 days Another heated argument with dad and he hit his dad I can't rest assured that he won't hit me Taking into consideration we got into a heated argument back in 2018 and he choked me in the office lift and proceeded to lift me off the ground 2 inches with a single hand
  1. He always uses bad words in all his sentence and degrades friends ( the group clown)
How bad is it? He once degraded a friend so much ( very recent) this person cried at a pub and instead of apologizing the first few words were "why are you crying like a girl? We won't invite you next time if you be this way"
  1. He has horrible financial management. Now this is perspective based but for me if you cannot buy a 17k fridge at complete payment and choose emi for that too.. it's a red signal. He bought 2 shoes for 15k each and then proceeded to buy another one for 8k 2 weeks later... All on emi. When I asked if they he has savings.. he said he and his brother have a joint account in which they had 60k together last year.. his brother also spends this badly. Bought shoes around 20k . On emi.
I'll take an excuse that they got some construction done but they took a loan for it and also used up savings? At this rate working would be a compulsion to make ends meet and not a choice.
  1. Does not respect people's time = does not respect people
Had arguments with him initially about this.. he said " I am not making you wait on streets.. I am making you wait at home or a cafe " I told him it's not about where I wait.. it's about waiting.. to which he said "you tell the time I'll make it " He didn't. Now he does not even tell when he'll come just a random "after 2" He doesn't understand that people make time to meet each other. And they could do something else otherwise.
  1. He always uses "then let's break up" or "let's call off the marriage " every time in an argument as an ultimatum.

Now I can be certain he will say "let's divorce" for every argument after marriage

I have already broken up with him in the past based on same things... In 2017/2018 that we are not compatible.
He said he would change and he did
That's why I brought the matter till marriage and decided to let my parents know
It's a pretty big thing in india
But once I announced at home the intention to marry him alllllllllllllllllllllllllllll these flags started showing up again.
Some of you might wonder why I am not discussing these with him.. but he promised to change these things for a better future, but has lapsed back to his old self. I have proof he won't change.
TL;DR has multiple red flags like anger , physical argument , financial management , abusive , doesn't respect people. Brought till marriage cause changed. Everything resurfaced again after announcing my intention to marry him at home
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2020.11.24 19:44 AnonymousQuasadilla Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. I hate it.

Coming to the United States(St. Louis, MO) as a 6 year old from India, I did not have a very pleasant experience trying to fit in with the kids in my school. Furthermore, as I never even completed kindergarten in India, I came to America completely unprepared for the 1st grade. I had a turbulent childhood. There were parts of it that I struggled to get through due to bullying and academic failures, but there were good parts too, don't get me wrong, although not nearly as much as the s*** I've had to face. In hindsight, I never really understood what I had in life at the time. Apart from the bullies and the sheer anxiety/feeling of inferiority in my academics(not to mention the pressure from my parents to succeed and set an example for relatives back home), I only had 2 good friends that I cherished. I spent a good chunk of my time with them, and did pretty much everything you'd expect three adolescent boy best friends to do. For 6 years, we were inseparable. My family relocated to the Bay Area in California the summer after 6th grade after which I unfortunately, lost contact with them. On the bright side, I made more than enough friends in California, mainly because the demographics of my school were more of my ethnicity. I felt at home as soon as I saw people I could culturally relate with.
It's now been about a decade since I moved to California, but even now as a 22 year old I've grown to have quite frequent nostalgic flashbacks. I often sit in my bed, and long for a time when I had very minimal responsibilities, a time when I could just be a kid without having to worry about anything real adults have to deal with. I can't describe how much I miss being a kid, not having to worry about venturing out into the world, getting through college, getting a job, paying bills, finding a partner, etc...) I also just miss St. Louis, all the malls, the parks, the snow!!! I'd want nothing more than to visit it again some day. For all the s*** it had to offer, it was the first home I had in America for little over 6 years, so it'll always have a place in my heart.
Over the years I have definitely adapted to my life and actually enjoy certain perks of adulthood, and yet, every now and then I find myself sitting for hours in the dead of night just playing video games I used to play as a kid and watching shows that I used to love. I'd sit there as if I were young again, without a care in the world about anything. If there's one thing I've learned about myself these past few years is that I am and will always be a child at heart. I honestly couldn't give a damn if someone judges me for watching the occasional spongebob episode, preferring to play Super Mario Cart over Call of Duty or even just relaxing with a good Disney movie every once in a while. Looking back, I miss being ignorant towards the real world and how s****y it can really be. My life isn't great, I still struggle academically, I have social anxiety, and I just feel like I haven't found true value in my life yet. The feeling of inferiority plages me often. I try to look towards the future and remind myself that if I just let go a little bit and focus on the journey, my life is only going to get better with time. It's hard.
I guess my only question is if having nostalgia like this or feeling this way is in any way normal. I've never told any of my friends or family about any of this for fear of misunderstanding. For a long time now, I have felt that no one would really ever understand how I feel, so I've kept it to myself. Even with this post, I can't guarantee I'm portraying exactly what I'm trying to say so I apologize if you're confused.
With all this being said, I have an amazing group of friends that I feel have empowered me and made me so much more confident than I was before I moved to the Bay Area. I have so many things that I could only dream of having as a child and I'm pursuing a career that I am passionate about. There are parts of being an adult that are genuinely super fun, and parts that make me question why I even exist. it's just so tremendously difficult saying goodbye to an entire era of your life without having another one that makes you as happy to replace it.
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2020.11.24 19:25 Gomihyang Newsletter 11/24/2020 - Why Won't The Kami Save Us From Covid-19?

One of the spirits around me is telling me that some people who view Lavenderism are having this question. “Why don’t the kami make coronavirus stop?” “Why do we suffer if there are holy powers who can save us?” These are the same arguments used in various other religions, but let me explain why Lavenderist deities specifically do not heroically swoop in and save everybody.
First, Marxism-Leninism has existed for about 100 years. Other political systems also exist in various non-communist countries which could have helped the coronavirus in various countries. The masses have continually failed to adopt the ideology of communism, and launch a successful protracted people’s war to overthrow the state. Because the reactionary and incompetent governments have been allowed to be put into power, which during this crises has shown which nations are truly the best off during this time, and it’s not most western capitalist societies. Societies in Asia with collective discipline are doing the best, despite never being thought of as the best in the world for anything. Societies in Africa are also doing a lot better than anticipated. (Probably because their ancestors protect them, and because they reacted better than westerners on a personal basis.) This is especially significant because African countries are usually plagued by diseases and need foreign aid in order to help. The state of Kerala in India run by a communist government actually saved itself from coronavirus, despite being part of a larger country that is now contaminated largely with Coronavirus. This virus is truly a reflection of what the masses have set themselves up for. Clearly this is not an issue of development, because poor nations in the third world have done well against it. This is a question of ignorance and stupidity as well as government oppression. Why else would there be people in the USA dying of the virus, with their last words being it’s not real? Even capitalist states like South Korea and Taiwan are not stupid and reactionary enough to allow the virus to spread like that.
So with this out of the way, we can understand why no divine power is coming down to Earth and handing out a cure. That is because if they did, it would be face masks and quarantine. If the people choose to ignore the face masks and quarantine, why would Jagannath or Whatever divine being come down to Earth and give out face masks? To be ignored? Spiritualists have the ancestors protecting them as well as the other spirits, but for everyone else the coronavirus is a stupid way to commit suicide and take people with you that you have a close conversation with.
The job of the kami is not to make human lives better. They do that when we ask and they want to help because they can make things so much better for us, but if we do not know the kami we do not get their influence. The kami will not come in a massive scale to a nation that 1) Does not recognize them and 2) Has the resources to save themselves from the virus 3) refuses to change the political systems that propagate their own death.
If you think you may die, make sure your heart is lighter than a feather. The nation will lose many people but you have the power to keep surviving on an individual basis. Make sure the ancestors are protecting you. Ase.
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