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Otherworldly recording.

2020.09.07 07:58 ThursianDreams Otherworldly recording.

To begin, at the time I lived in Toronto Ontario, Canada, fairly close to downtown. There are normally lots of sounds going on, lots of general commotion which is often drowned out by getting used to living there, or the soundproofed windows of the apartment I lived in at the time.
On this particular night, in May of 2015 however, I witnessed something very bizarre, and unusual. To date, I have yet to hear anything like it, either in recording or in person. It began around 1AM, I was playing games on my computer with a headset on. I couldn't hear anything outside normally with this on, but this time I did hear something. Initially I thought I had a tab open on my computer I wasn't aware of, making noise. Checked and couldn't find any reason for the sound, so I deduced, this must be something outside of my virtual world, and took off the headset. The sound was loud enough to penetrate the soundproof glass, and be heard over my headset, with music and game sounds going. It woke my room mate from a dead sleep as well. At first we were just dumbfounded, looking outside, trying to figure out what was making the noise. It didn't even seem to have an origin, just like it was resonating from the air itself. Others, out on the balconies across the street were out with the same confused expressions and body language we had. People in the street below looked around trying to make sense of it too. The sounds eventually stopped, and we realized we had missed our opportunity to record it, but were so unnerved that we chose to watch TV for a couple hours to get it off our minds.
3AM rolled around, and the sounds began again. This time we were ready with the audio recorder. The recording is ok, but lacks the pick-up on the bass undertones that were present. Sort of a vibrating undertone of sound, it's difficult to describe. But here is the recording. I've hunted high and low for other recordings of the event, but none came up. If you lived in Toronto, downtown around May, 2015, and heard this, hit me up with a message. I'd love to hear someone else's experience with this event, if there are any out there. https://soundcloud.com/scally-wagg/sounds-from-the-sky
Make of it what you will, but following these strange noises, both my room mate and I began having sleep paralysis dreams, with shadowy figures at our bedsides. Things got strange afterwards, and it frightened my room mate enough that he left to spend 3 days at his girlfriend's apartment to get it off his mind. I however stayed put, having nowhere else to be. In the following weeks, I would notice randomly there would be the smell of rot in the living room, which would vanish after a while, and there would be no reason for it to smell that way in the room. I would frequently feel like I wasn't alone, despite being the only one home. Regardless of these events though, even if they aren't related, that apartment felt as though it was under some sort of curse. The management we signed the lease under went bankrupt and handed off to another company midway through the year. There were endless problems with vandalism and theft in places around the ground floor, and the construction never was fully completed. The hallway walls, to my knowledge even today remain unpainted. There was a double homicide that summer in the building too, which added to the sense that this place wasn't right. Being such a new building, the amount of strange events that went down there was actually pretty astonishing.
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2020.07.09 17:14 threaddo Post-Match Thread: New York City FC 0-1 Philadelphia Union [MLS, Round 2]

FT: New York City FC 0-1 Philadelphia Union

New York City FC Score Philadelphia Union
0-[1] A. Bedoya 63'
Date: 09/07/2020 — 15:00 CEST, 09:00 EDT, 14:00 BST, 18:30 IST
Competition: MLS (Round 2)
Venue: ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex Field 17 (Orlando, Florida)
Referee: A. Villarreal

Lineups

New York City FC Notes Philadelphia Union Notes
Manager: R. Deila Manager: J. Curtin
1 S. Johnson 18 A. Blake
3 A. Tinnerholm YC 82' 28 R. Gaddis
6 A. Callens 27 K. Wagner
22 R. Matarrita 4 M. McKenzie
10 M. Moralez SUB 76' 3 J. Elliott
8 A. Ring 25 Ilsinho SUB 58'
55 K. Parks SUB 46' 11 A. Bedoya G 63'; SUB 84'
16 J. Sands 10 Jamiro YC 45'+6'
9 Heber 8 José Martínez YC 34'; SUB 73'
29 Ismael Tajouri SUB 76' 22 B. Aaronson SUB 83'
11 V. Castellanos 23 K. Przybyłko

Substitutes

New York City FC: J. Medina (SUB 46'), G. Mackay-Steven (SUB 76'), G. Zelalem (SUB 76'), N. Acevedo, J. Torres, L. Barraza, J. Haak, M. Chanot, G. Thórarinsson, J. Scally, T. Gray
Philadelphia Union: A. Fontana (SUB 58'), W. Creavalle (SUB 73'), J. Glesnes (SUB 83'; YC 89'), J. De Vries (SUB 84'), M. Real, M. Freese, O. Mbaizo, M. Oravec, J. Bendik, A. Collin, C. Turner

Timeline

34': Yellow card shown to José Martínez ( Philadelphia Union).
45'+6': Yellow card shown to Jamiro ( Philadelphia Union).
46': Substitution for New York City FC: J. Medina in, K. Parks out.
58': Substitution for Philadelphia Union: A. Fontana in, Ilsinho out.
63': Goal! A. Bedoya scores — New York City FC 0-[1] Philadelphia Union .
73': Substitution for Philadelphia Union: W. Creavalle in, José Martínez out.
76': Substitution for New York City FC: G. Mackay-Steven in, Ismael Tajouri out.
76': Substitution for New York City FC: G. Zelalem in, M. Moralez out.
82': Yellow card shown to A. Tinnerholm ( New York City FC).
83': Substitution for Philadelphia Union: J. Glesnes in, B. Aaronson out.
84': Substitution for Philadelphia Union: J. De Vries in, A. Bedoya out.
89': Yellow card shown to J. Glesnes ( Philadelphia Union).
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2020.06.19 04:13 fearfullymade33 Please help

Hello everybody, I have a 1 year old male cat who has been very well taken care of but has had a skin condition his entire life. He was found outside alone at 4 weeks old, at first it looked like he was really really dirty with black dandruff and his whole nose was covered. As he got older it progressed into hot spots but he still had the black scabby dandruff. He is up to date on shots, fixed, has always been on advantage (the deluxe one that prevents EVERYTHING) And they have tried antibiotics, antifungal and an array of shampoos to treat him but the vets are baffled. Fast forward to now: my sister has been cat sitting for the last month because i have been out of town and now Loki has 4 huge bald spots that look scally and painful. It almost feels like you could rip his skin off without trying. On his throat, back of his tale and behind his legs and 2 on his back. I am terrified! I tried to take him to the vet immediately but he doesnt do well with them and needs sedation so they gave me meds to give him before i go in tomorrow. Has anyone seen this????
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2020.04.28 12:17 Fwoggie2 Covid-19 update Tuesday 28th April

Good morning from the UK. It’s Tuesday 28th April.

My wife got an email this morning from her travel insurance company; her coverage is about to expire apparently and the company wants to know if she wants to renew her travel insurance coverage. My wife says it's OK with her if we're uninsured for travel for a while...
(I had to resort to archive.is links today, sorry, the mod-bot was in a bad mood and it refused repeated re-submissions before I gave up and used archive.is instead to get around it).

I failed to mention yesterday that it was the humble shipping container’s 64th birthday; on 27th April 1956 Malcolm McLean loaded 58 trailer vans (what we now call containers) onto a converted world war 2 era oil tanker named SS Ideal-X and off it sailed from Newark to Houston. Watching it sail off into the distance, Freddy Fields, a top official of the International Longshoremen's Association was asked "What do you think of that new ship?" Fields replied, "I'd like to sink that sonofabitch." (Longshoremen are the people who load and unload ships). Longshoremen strikes ensued, but the cost of shipping dropped by a factor of 36 overnight. The age of the container had arrived and in a further visionary move McLean made available his container patents free of charge thus ensuring rapid adaption of global standards in relation to construction and size of the containers. McLean’s company (which ended up being called SeaLand) steadily grew and by the end of the 60s SeaLand was sending over 1,000 containers every month from the US to Vietnam alone for the US military. McLean parted ways with Sealand by 1977 but in 1978 his new company United States Lines placed construction orders with a shipyard for a then world record 4,400 TEU (Twenty Foot Equivalent Unit, a standard measurement in the industry) shipyard. Unfortunately United States Lines went bankrupt shortly after, a victim of very high oil prices at the time.
Last week the Korean container shipping line HMM named its latest container ship HMM Algecerias. Its capacity is 23,964 TEU; more than 5 times the size of the ship McLean ordered 42 years ago. It may be a long time though before HMM Algecerias has a heavily laden voyage; currently there is massive overcapacity in the container shipping industry according to the American Journal of Transportation which clarifies that Maersk has a container ship fleet with a capacity of nearly 4.2m TEUs, MSC has 3.7m TEU fleet capacity while COSCO, CMA-CGM, Hapag Lloyd, ONE and Evergreen all have fleets with over 1m TEU capacity each. Between them (and other smaller operators), they’ve idled 9.2% of the world’s fleet in the past few months because there’s not enough cargo to fill the ships and make them operationally profitable. As for Malcolm McLean - he died in New York in 2001 but the Sealand name lives on as a division of Maersk (it bought SeaLand in Decembe 1999); today SeaLand operates in the Americas. Personally, for several years now I’ve fancied building a home out of shipping containers (much to the amusement of my wife). Maybe I should have a chat with her about it again; I reckon that suitable containers must be really cheap now.
Anyway…

Virus news in depth


Coronavirus: Anger after Panorama programme claims government 'failed to stockpile crucial PPE' - Yahoo News is reporting (as is pretty much every UK news outlet today) on a BBC Panorama show that was aired last night. (For the benefit of non Brits, Panorama is a flagship in-depth investigative program that’s over 50 years old and held in high esteem particularly for a 1995 interview with Princess Diana). There has been anger from health experts after an investigation revealed the government failed to stockpile crucial personal protective equipment (PPE) ahead of the coronavirus pandemic says Yahoo News.
BBC Panorama found there were no gowns, visors, swabs and body bags in the government’s pandemic stockpile when COVID-19 reached the UK. It said vital items were left out of the stockpile when it was set up in 2009 and that the government ignored a warning from its own advisers to buy missing equipment. The programme also claimed the government downgraded its guidance on the severity of COVID-19 as late as 13 March so it could provide a lower level of PPE to health workers. The programme, “Has the Government Failed the NHS?”, claimed the government counted single surgical gloves instead of a pair as one item of PPE with paper towels and cleaning materials such as bleach also counted as units of PPE. One health worker told the programme: “Calling us heroes just makes it okay when we die.”
(Cont’d) COVID-19 was officially designated a High Consequence Infectious Disease (HCID) in January. In 2019, the Health and Safety Executive recommended that all healthcare workers wear a gown, FFP3 respirator mask and visor when dealing with HCIDs. But Panorama said the government downgraded its PPE guidance on 13 March to tell NHS workers they were safe to wear less protective aprons and basic surgical masks - and took steps to remove COVID-19 from its list of HCIDs on the same day. Rather than consult the experts who recommended categorising COVID-19 as HCID, however, the government instead asked its Advisory Committee on Dangerous Pathogens (ACDP), Panorama said. The programme claimed sources on that committee said the decision was, in part, a decision based on the low availability of PPE.
(Cont’d) Dr Gabriel Scally, a former regional director of public health and honorary professor of public health at the University of Bristol, said the programme was “totally damning” for the government. Labour MP Zarah Sultana said the programme “showed the incredible bravery of NHS staff”. Charlotte Villiers, professor of law at the University of Bristol, tweeted: “How the government can survive and stay in power following that is unfathomable. They are drenched with guilt.”
The episode in question is available to UK residents on iplayer.

Virus news in brief


Sources: BBC news live blog, Guardian live blog, India Today live blog unless otherwise specified










Supply chain news in depth


**USDA (**US Department of Agriculture) let millions of pounds of food rot while food-bank demand soared - Politico reports that Tens of millions of pounds of American-grown produce is rotting in fields as food banks across the country scramble to meet a massive surge in demand, a two-pronged disaster that has deprived farmers of billions of dollars in revenue while millions of newly jobless Americans struggle to feed their families. While other federal agencies quickly adapted their programs to the coronavirus crisis, the Agriculture Department took more than a month to make its first significant move to buy up surplus fruits and vegetables — despite repeated entreaties. Images of farmers destroying tomatoes, piling up squash, burying onions and dumping milk shocked many Americans who remain fearful of supply shortages. At the same time, people who recently lost their jobs lined up for miles outside some food banks, raising questions about why there has been no coordinated response at the federal level to get the surplus of perishable food to more people in need, even as commodity groups, state leaders and lawmakers repeatedly urged the Agriculture Department to step in. Demand at food banks has increased an average of 70 percent, according to Feeding America, which represents about 200 major food banks across the country. The group estimates that 40 percent of those being served are new to the system.
(Cont’d) In mid-April, USDA unveiled a long-awaited $19 billion aid program with $3 billion set aside to buy excess food, a pot of money that would cover a major ramp-up of fresh produce purchases, along with dairy and meats. But federal officials predicted it would take the better part of a month before that food is packed and shipped to food banks and other nonprofits in need. At that point, it will be too late for many produce growers who saw a huge drop in demand right at the peak of their season. “By the time that comes through, it won’t help Florida,” said Brittany Lee, a blueberry farmer and executive director of the Florida Blueberry Growers Association. Blueberry prices are about half of what they were this time last year, she said. The precipitous drop in demand left many growers with no choice but to trash excess food or leave it in the fields because the cost of picking, packing and storing the crops would only put them further in the hole. Some with more resources in hand took on the cost of harvesting and donating the food themselves, but the gut-wrenching reality is that crops are being abandoned on an unprecedented scale.
(Cont’d) Paul Allen, co-owner of RC Hatton Farms, is currently disking hundreds of acres of cabbage — a process that grinds crops into the soil — because there’s simply no market for it. It's heartbreaking to watch, but the cabbage he grows is typically used for coleslaw at restaurant chains like KFC. Allen estimates he’s left about 8 million pounds of cabbage and 4.5 million pounds of green beans in the fields. “We’ve been devastated,” Allen said. His company has already donated hundreds of thousands of pounds of vegetables to food banks. The company also sent containers of produce to the Bahamas and paid for the cost of harvesting to make it all happen. Now, Allen says, he must decide how many of his crops are better left unpicked, not knowing when much of his customer base will be able to reopen for business. “Do I keep taking on more losses?” he said, noting that vegetable growers have already spent several thousands of dollars per acre before harvest. “But if I stop growing food for our country, that’s a bigger problem yet.”
(Cont’d) Produce industry leaders, including Allen, are also furious that USDA plans to impose payment limits for the rest of its aid to farmers affected by coronavirus. The department said in mid-April that agricultural producers would be limited to $125,000 per commodity or $250,000 total to help compensate them for damages as it hands out $16 billion in direct payments. “We begged them not to put a cap on it,” Allen said. Farmers who grow fruits and vegetables have extremely high costs per acre and often plant at such a large scale that the payments won’t even begin to cover their losses. It typically costs less than $700 per acre to grow commodity soybeans. It costs more than $4,000 per acre to grow cabbage. “What is fair is not always equal,” he said. While $250,000 is a lot of money for most Americans, it represents about one day's harvest for RC Hatton. The scale of produce waste is staggering. Farmers in Florida, which provides much of the fresh produce to the eastern half of the U.S. during the winter and spring, left about 75 percent of the lettuce crop unharvested, along with significant portions of the state’s sweet corn, cabbage and squash. Up to 250 million pounds of tomatoes could end up left in the fields, according to the Florida Department of Agriculture & Consumer Services. Florida officials estimate produce growers there have taken a half a billion dollar hit. In California, the industry is projected to lose more than $1 billion per month.

Supply chain news in brief











Good/Wholesome news section (it’s back and I have found a rich seam of stories)










Donations

Several asked if they can send me $/£/€ via Patreon (in some cases because I've saved them time or money, others for no reason at all). I don't need the cash (that's lovely though) but as you may have read above, food bank charities are getting really hit hard with all this panic buying. Please consider giving whatever you'd have given me to a foodbank charity instead:
UK: https://www.trusselltrust.org/
France: https://www.banquealimentaire.org/
Germany: https://www.tafel.de/
Netherlands: https://www.voedselbankennederland.nl/steun-ons/steun-voedselbank-donatie/
Italy: https://www.bancoalimentare.it/it/node/1
Spain: https://www.fesbal.org/
Australia: https://www.foodbank.org.au/
Canada: https://www.foodbankscanada.ca/
USA: https://www.feedingamerica.org/
Thanks in advance for any donations you give. If there's foodbank charities in your country and it's not listed above, please suggest it and I will include it going forward.
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2019.12.16 19:35 BadBamana Introducing "Project Hypendium", a complete archive of all SBFP content, by Team SCRIBATSU!

Edit: Thank you all for your support and kind comments! We're currently compiling a list of items that are either difficult to find, or flat-out missing, and will make the experience better as quickly as we can!

WE DO IT!

With the disbanding of the Super Best Friends Zaibatsu on December 16th, 2018, the future of the group's wealth of content was uncertain. With the official Youtube channel no longer being updated, random deletions by Machinima.com, and continued issues with YouTube's content ID and copyright system, a group of scrubs decided to join forces to organize and preserve **ALL** the Zaibatsu's content in a single, easily-accessible collection. After receiving permission from Mat, Pat, Woolie and Liam, the work began, and Team Scribatsu was born!
And so today, on the first anniversary of SBFP disbanding, and after a year of work, we are happy to finally present The Hypendium!
***Please do not use this as an alternative to watching the Super Best Friends official YouTube channel, and support the official releases, when available.*
**TEAM SCRIBATSU**

Special Thanks

With some Best Friends content already missing from official sources prior to compiling this archive, it might have all been lost without the help of the following users:
We would also like to thank the editors of the Zaibatsupedia Wiki, for providing dates and contributing to our content list; The Reddit users of DataHoarders and Torrents for putting up with all of our dumb questions; and especially scrublords like you, whose caring, dedication and hard work made this project possible.
And finally, a very special thanks to the Friends formerly known as Super Best: Matthew Kowalewski, Patrick Boivin, Liam Allen-Miller, and Woolie Madden. Thank you for all of the joy, chuckles and blunders you've given us throughout the years, and for your blessings to complete this archive. We wish you all the best of luck in your future projects!

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2019.10.24 21:25 RalphOnTheCorner Race, genetics and pseudoscience: an explainer

Submission statement (and this post title is the title of the linked-to article): While Sam has stated he has no interest in the topic of race and IQ (and I basically take him at his word on this at least moving forwards), he nonetheless used this issue as an example of a topic people can’t talk about without facing excessive political blowback, and hosted Charles Murray on the podcast because of this. In doing so, and in other conversations (such as with Siddhartha Mukherjee and Ezra Klein), Sam has discussed both race and IQ and implied that there is likely some genetic component to observed racial IQ differences, and discussed the matter of how scientists should be able to talk about this subject without fear of career-ending repercussions.
Contrary to what one moderator here might believe, I am not obsessed with this topic. In fact I probably would never even have given it much thought had I not listened to the podcast episode with Murray (Forbidden Knowledge) and then witnessed the later dust-up with Ezra Klein and their eventual discussion which followed. And this period has clearly brought a lot of racists, ‘race realists’, ’human biodiversity’ enthusiasts etc. into Sam’s audience and by extension some have found their way to this subreddit. The Murray and Klein episodes were clearly important and/or notable ones in Sam’s podcast output, and as such this topic is appropriate to discuss here. Especially as this post relates both to Sam’s apparent view that there is likely to be some genetic component to observed racial IQ score differences, and the matter of scientists talking about race, IQ and genetics (which Sam seems to feel is an important issue).
I bring Sam’s apparent position up because there does not appear to be any direct genetic evidence clearly demonstrating it to be the case, and thus the speculation about there being some degree of a genetic basis is irresponsible and not evidence-based. On the matter of scientists being able to talk about race, IQ and genetics, it turns out that a group of qualified individuals have just written a brief introductory piece on this very topic! They are: Ewan Birney, scientist (genomics) and director of the European Bioinformatics Institute; Jennifer Raff, geneticist and anthropologist; Adam Rutherford, former geneticist and science communicator; and Aylwyn Scally, geneticist at Cambridge University. This piece not only disagrees with Sam’s apparent position, but shows that scientists can talk about race, IQ and genetics, and I think we should have a look at some of what they’ve written (I've bolded the key sections):
Human genetics tells us about the similarities and differences between people – in our physical and psychological traits, and in our susceptibility to disorders and diseases – but our DNA can also reveal the broader story of our evolution, ancestry and history. Genetics is a new scientific field, relatively speaking, merely a century old. Over the last two decades, the pace of discovery has accelerated dramatically, with exciting new findings appearing daily. Even for scientists who study this field, it’s difficult to keep up.
Amidst this ongoing surge of new information, there are darker currents. A small number of researchers, mostly well outside of the scientific mainstream, have seized upon some of the new findings and methods in human genetics, and are part of a social-media cottage-industry that disseminates and amplifies low-quality or distorted science, sometimes in the form of scientific papers, sometimes as internet memes – under the guise of euphemisms such as ‘race realism’ or ‘human biodiversity’. Their arguments, which focus on racial groupings and often on the alleged genetically-based intelligence differences between them, have the semblance of science, with technical-seeming tables, graphs, and charts. But they’re misleading in several important ways. The aim of this article is to provide an accessible guide for scientists, journalists, and the general public for understanding, criticising and pushing back against these arguments.
Human population structure is not race
Racial categories, as most people understand them today, have some of their roots in the development of scientific thinking during only the last few centuries. As Europeans explored and colonised the world, thinkers, philosophers and scientists from those countries attempted to apply taxonomic structures to the people that they encountered, and though these attempts were many and varied, they typically reflected sharp geographic boundaries, and obvious physical characteristics, such as pigmentation and basic morphology – that is to say, what people look like. Research in the 20th century found that the crude categorisations used colloquially (black, white, East Asian etc.) were not reflected in actual patterns of genetic variation, meaning that differences and similarities in DNA between people did not perfectly match the traditional racial terms. The conclusion drawn from this observation is that race is therefore a socially constructed system, where we effectively agree on these terms, rather than their existing as essential or objective biological categories.
Some people claim that the exquisitely detailed picture of human variation that we can now obtain by sequencing whole genomes contradicts this. Recent studies, they argue, actually show that the old notions of races as biological categories were basically correct in the first place. As evidence for this they often point to the images produced by analyses in studies that seem to show natural clustering of humans into broadly continental groups based on their DNA. But these claims misinterpret and misrepresent the methods and results of this type of research. Populations do show both genetic and physical differences, but the analyses that are cited as evidence for the concept of race as a biological category actually undermine it.
Even though geography has been an important influence on human evolution, and geographical landmasses broadly align with the folk taxonomies of race, patterns of human genetic variation are much more complex, and reflect the long demographic history of humankind. This begins with our origin as a species – Homo sapiens – in Africa within the last quarter of a million years or so, and is then shaped by our continual mixing and movement throughout the world that began within the last 80,000 years. This history means that the greatest amount of genetic diversity – the oldest splits in the human genealogical ‘tree’ – are found within Africa. If an alien, arriving on Earth with no knowledge of our social history, wished to categorise human ancestry purely on the basis of genetic data, they would find that any consistent scheme must include many distinct groups within Africa that are just as different from each other as Africans are to non-Africans. And they would find it difficult to identify any natural or obvious subdivision of people into groups which accurately partitions human genetic variation due to the constant migrations of people across the world.
Furthermore, there isn’t really a human ‘tree’. Although we use this arboreal metaphor to describe ancestry and evolutionary relationships, the true structure of human ancestry is far more convoluted. Human populations have continued to diverge, expand and interact throughout the last 100,000 years, resulting in a continuously branching and looping ancestral structure: the real history of Homo sapiens is more like an overgrown thicket than a stately branching tree. Much of the population structure that we see today in ancestry testing results dates back only to a few thousand years or less. For example, the majority of European genomes are a mixture of at least three major groups within the last 10,000 years: the early hunter-gatherers who first populated the continent, a second wave of ancestry from the Near East associated with the spread of farming; and a third contribution from north Eurasia during the Bronze Age (2000–500 BCE).
Geneticists use a variety of tools to visualise the subtle and complex patterns of genetic variation between people, and to mathematically cluster them together based on relatedness. Such methods are helpful for exploring data, but have also been the source of wider confusion. For example, Principal Component Analysis (PCA) plots often show distinct, colourful clusters of dots that appear to separate groups of people from different parts of the world. In some cases, these clusters even seem to correspond to traditional racial groupings (e.g. ‘Africans’, ‘Europeans’ and ‘Asians’). It is images such as these which are often deployed as genetic evidence for the existence of separate races. But these methods can be misleading in ways which non-experts – and even some specialists – are unaware of. For example, some of the observed genetic clustering is a reflection of the samples that were included in the study and how they were collected, rather than any inherent genetic structure. DNA sample collection typically follows existing cultural, anthropological or political groupings. If samples are collected based on pre-defined groupings, it’s entirely unsurprising that the analyses of these samples will return results that identify such groupings. This does not tell us that such taxonomies are inherent in human biology.
Some ‘human biodiversity’ proponents concede that traditional notions of race are refuted by genetic data, but argue that the complex patterns of ancestry we do find should in effect be regarded as an updated form of ‘race’. However, for geneticists, other biologists and anthropologists who study this complexity, ‘race’ is simply not a useful or accurate term, given its clear and long-established implication of natural subdivisions. Repurposing it to describe human ancestry and genetic structure in general is misleading and disingenuous. The term ‘population’ is used in many contexts within the modern scientific literature to refer to groups of individuals, but it is not merely a more socially acceptable euphemism for race.
It is often suggested that geneticists who emphasise the biological invalidity of race are under the thumb of political correctness, forced to suppress their real opinions in order to maintain their positions in the academy. Such accusations are unfounded and betray a lack of understanding of what motivates science. Discoveries, particularly in biology, have often been challenging or difficult for society to accept, and scientists throughout history are celebrated for establishing them in the face of contemporary objections. Indeed, the biological invalidity of traditional racial categories runs counter to many people’s lived experience, and is in itself a morally neutral conclusion. If the evidence is sound, scientific integrity demands that it is published. The charge that thousands of scientists across the world are covering up a real discovery for fear of personal or wider social consequences is absurd. Furthermore, it is important to distinguish understanding the world around us using science, from the rules, distribution of funds and policies in society. The goal of scientists is to provide that understanding. At the same time, we appreciate that societies determine their principles and policies informed by, but independent of science.
Traits, IQ and genetic diversity
Traits and characteristics vary among individuals within and between different parts of the world, sometimes in ways which are visible, such as with height or pigmentation, and sometimes in other more cryptic ways, such as with disease susceptibility. Understanding how genomes influence traits is a major aspect of genetic research.
There are countless traits one can measure in humans, but none more controversial than those associated with intelligence, such as IQ. ‘Human biodiversity’ proponents tend to fixate on IQ, and one can speculate about why this is and what conclusions they wish to draw; however, it should be noted that IQ itself is a valid and measurable trait. Critics often assert that it is an oversimplified metric applied to a far-too-complex set of behaviours, that the cultural-specificity of tests renders them useless, or that IQ tests really only measure how good people are at doing IQ tests. Although an IQ score is far from a perfect measure, it does an excellent job of correlating with, and predicting, many educational, occupational, and health-related outcomes. IQ does not tell us everything that anyone could want to know about human intelligence – but because definitions of “intelligence” vary so widely, no measure could possibly meet that challenge.
‘Human biodiversity’ proponents sometimes assert that alleged differences in the mean value of IQ when measured in different populations – such as the claim that IQ in some sub-Saharan African countries is measurably lower than in European countries – are caused by genetic variation, and thus are inherent. The purported genetic differences involved are usually attributed to recent natural selection and adaptation to different environments or conditions. Often there are associated stories about the causes of this selection, for example that early humans outside Africa faced a more challenging struggle for survival, or that via historical persecution and restriction of professional endeavours, Ashkenazi Jews harbour genes selected for intellectual and financial success.
Such tales, and the claims about the genetic basis for population differences, are not scientifically supported. In reality for most traits, including IQ, it is not only unclear that genetic variation explains differences between populations, it is also unlikely. To understand why requires a bit of background.
It is certainly the case that some traits are the result of local or regional adaptation, corresponding to differences in particular genes. Indeed, one of the reasons for humankind’s success as a global species is local adaptation. The majority of this adaptation is via behaviour and the cultural transmission of successful behaviours, but there are also cases where the adaptation is genetic, that is, small modifications occur within our genomes that enhanced survival in different environments. For example, genetic changes have meant that coastal populations have DNA variants that help them more readily process diets that are rich in oily fish; pastoralist farmers all over the world evolved the ability to metabolise milk after weaning, largely through genes that continued to produce a particular enzyme into adulthood that would otherwise be switched off by the age of five. Lighter skin evolved to allow more sunlight, and thus Vitamin D synthesis, into our bodies as we migrated away from the equator. We can see these local adaptations in our DNA. But they only hold for a minority of traits. Most traits have very real genetic and physical differences between individuals, but any group differences do not correspond to traditional race categories such as height, or the susceptibility to type 2 diabetes in an environment with ready access to food.
For traits caused by regional adaptation, contemporary genetic techniques now allow us to see clear evidence for recent selection on new genetic variants or patterns at particular locations in the genome. However, such cases are atypical: most traits have no obvious or localised signal of recent selection. The lack of regional adaptation does not hinder genetic approaches, and all traits (whether under recent adaptive selection or not) can be studied by analysing large numbers of people. The Genome-Wide Association Study (GWAS) is a powerful tool for finding genetic variants associated with all sorts of human traits. GWAS researchers take a group of people with differing values or levels of a trait of interest, and scan their whole genomes to look for specific sections of DNA where their genetic variation correlates with their variation in the trait. For most traits, the GWAS results are complicated. Unlike in more straightforward cases like Sickle Cell Anaemia, where you’d find a big spike of statistical significance in one particular gene (the beta-globin gene, whose variation is the primary cause of the disease), GWAS results typically implicate many thousands of positions in the genome that, in aggregate, build towards the probability of having a disease or some level of a particular trait. And so, for height, or heart disease, or schizophrenia or other complex conditions, we see many small spikes of significance dotted around the genome – so many that we can’t single out individual genes or sections of DNA that sometimes get characterised as “the gene for” that particular outcome. Each of the large number of places across the genome which we associate with a trait contribute a small amount, but collectively the sum of all these effects means that there is in aggregate a substantial genetic influence on how the trait varies between people.
However, GWAS and other similar approaches are affected by population structure, and hence face the same issues of dependence on sampling and confounding with cultural factors mentioned above. Most GWAS approaches have been carried out in populations sampled from across Europe, and have ancestries consistent with this sampling. In many cases though, only certain subsets of people are included in these analyses – for good scientific reasons. For example, samples of “European” populations used in genetic studies often have excluded up to as many as 30% of self-identified Europeans. This is because some individuals introduce hard-to-model complications into the data, forming distinct sub-clusters or complicating the genetic model. For example, Finns and Sardinians are often excluded as they have quite distinct genetic ancestries compared to many other Europeans, as are some people in India, north Africa, Latino/Hispanics, and many individuals with complex ancestries, despite confident self-identification within their ethnic group. Researchers therefore often exclude them from the set of people used in a particular GWAS analyses, on the basis that their unique population histories can invalidate the statistical models used in these techniques.
This, in turn, can confuse people who read the studies and observe distinct and seemingly ‘natural’ population clusters emerge. If they aren’t familiar with the practice of removing these individuals with more complex ancestries (or don’t read the detailed methods, which are often tucked away in elusive supplementary sections of a published paper), they could easily be misled into thinking that the populations in these analyses are much more distinct than they are in reality. The resulting biases are poorly understood, and the terminology involved can be confusing to non-specialists. Furthermore, while it is clear to GWAS researchers that the results of their analyses tend to be specific to the population studied and their predictions cannot be reliably extended to other populations with very different ancestry, this is not widely recognised or understood by non-specialists.
When it comes to a trait as complex as cognitive abilities, there is nothing genetically unusual or special about measures of intelligence such as IQ. Just like other complex traits discussed above (such as height or disease susceptibility) measures of cognitive ability are related to thousands of different genetic variants, each of which may play small but significant roles in brain development and function, or any number of other biological processes that are involved in a person’s cognitive abilities.
IQ scores are heritable: that is, within populations, genetic variation is related to variation in the trait. But a fundamental truism about heritability is that it tells us nothing about differences between groups. Even analyses that have tried to calculate the proportion of the difference between people in different countries for a much more straightforward trait (height) have faced scientific criticisms. Simply put, nobody has yet developed techniques that can bypass the genetic clustering and removal of people that do not fit the statistical model mentioned above, while simultaneously taking into account all the differences in language, income, nutrition, education, environment, and culture that may themselves be the cause of differences in any trait observed between different groups. This applies to any trait you could care to look at – height, specific behaviours, disease susceptibility, intelligence.
Not only that, the genetic knowledge we gain from studying our mainly-European pools of participants becomes highly unreliable when it is applied to those with different ancestries. Although it is a common trope to argue that we will have the answer to the question of the genetic basis of group differences in traits “in the next five years”, or “in the next decade”, the advances in genomics reveal that the question is far more complex than we could have imagined, even just a few years ago. Consequently, anyone who tells you that there’s good evidence on how much genetics explain group differences (rather than individual differences) is fooling you – or fooling themselves.
However, there are some strong hints towards the answer. The genetic variants that are most strongly associated with IQ in Europeans are no more population-specific than any other trait. To put it bluntly, the same genetic variants associated with purportedly higher IQ in Europeans are also present in Africans, and have not emerged, or been obviously selected for, in recent evolutionary history outside Africa. Moreover, since it is a complex trait, the genetic variation related to IQ is broadly distributed across the genome, rather than being clustered around a few spots, as is the nature of the variation responsible for skin pigmentation. These very different patterns for these two traits mean that the genes responsible for determining skin pigmentation cannot be meaningfully associated with the genes currently known to be linked to IQ. These observations alone rule out some of the cruder racial narratives about the genetics of intelligence: it is virtually inconceivable that the primary determinant of racial categories – that is skin colour – is strongly associated with the genetic architecture that relates to intelligence.
Finally, multiple lines of evidence indicate that there are complex environmental effects (as might reasonably be expected) on measures of IQ and educational attainment. Many socioeconomic and cultural factors are entangled with ancestry in the countries where these studies are often performed – particularly in the USA, where structural racism has historically and continues to hugely contribute to economic and social disparities. We cannot use populations in these countries to help answer the question of why IQ scores are claimed to be lower in other countries with entirely different social, economic, and cultural histories, nor to answer the role of genetics for alleged differences in IQ measures between groups inside a country with strong societal differences linked to ancestry (for example, the USA). Thus, confident assertions that current GWAS show us that ‘race’ is associated with cognitive function are simply wrong. It is our contention that any apparent population differences in IQ scores are more easily explained by cultural and environmental factors than they are by genetics.
This argument is bolstered by the observed increase in average IQs over time known as the Flynn Effect. The political scientist James Flynn observed that IQ was rising in test groups on average by around three points per decade from the 1930s onwards. Factors that account for this include improved health, nutrition, standard of living and education, but changes in genes can be ruled out. Because the effect is seen in many places around the globe, and has been observed in just a few years, substantive genetic changes cannot have occurred either within or between generations. If, for example, the Flynn Effect had not occurred in the Netherlands, then the current average IQ there would currently be as it was in the 1950s, that is, around 80. A plausible argument for the putative lower average IQ score in some Sub-Saharan African countries is that the socio-economic factors behind the Flynn Effect have not transpired there. If this is indeed the case, or if other factors explain observed differences in IQ, we believe that explanations relying on genetic differences between populations are fundamentally unsound.
Conclusion
The advent of new tools and an enormous surge in genetics research all over the world has inadvertently revitalised a vocal fringe of race pseudoscience, much of which appeals to our social experience of the people of the world, and the very real, but socially determined races as we describe them colloquially. These novel scientific techniques are complex and sophisticated, and therefore susceptible to misinterpretation and misplaced use. It is incumbent upon scientists to understand and help explain the validity of these tools to other scientists, to journalists and to the wider public. By understanding both our history and contemporary research, we are emboldened by knowing that genetics has only served to undermine its own racist history.
Rather than being obsessed with this topic, I think it’s important that misinformation and misunderstandings on this issue are corrected, and the linked post seems like a useful place to start. If anyone wants to see some additional thoughts from some of these authors, please see these Twitter threads.
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2019.09.28 00:43 darklyshining Fantastic Irish Ancestors find! Baptismal Registry for Ardagh, Carrickedmond, County Longford! I'm getting closer!

Ancestry had, as a hint for one of my great grandmother's sisters, a baptismal registry that has proved a treasure trove of family names, dates and connections. I'm so glad I didn't limit myself to the one page where that person was, but began the arduous, but fruitful, task of seeking every member of the family from that time and place.
Bonus! It lists family members from both of my mother's mother's parents, who were both born there. They emigrated separately, meeting and marrying in San Francisco!
It's a difficult read - one I'm still getting used to: the names are in Latin and handwritten.
Of note: if I'm reading things right, it certainly suggests my great grandmother was born in 1835, not 1839, as we have always believed. Born in 1839 was a sister of hers. My great grandmother died in 1939, so it may be, though hard to believe, that she was 104 years old at the time of her death! And I already have her mother's date of birth as being 1820 (though other family trees have it a bit earlier), so disturbingly young.
This registry also lists sponsors - godparents - of those baptized, so many other family members and friends are listed. I don't have enough information here to determine who is from what family, so I'm still stuck at that brick wall, but it's a start! I have very few dna matches on this side of the family, and those I do have have trees that don't offer anything beyond my great grandparents (and most don't get that far back).
The registry begins in 1835, so I'm lucky that it includes my great grandmother, the oldest, I believe, of her siblings. And while it continues to 1868, my ancestors emigrated to the US as a result of the pressures following the great famine.
Very exciting, and maybe something others can make use of.
EDIT to add names and locales: Nolan, Armstrong, Donnelly, Scally, as well as names I've heard my mother mention: Farrell, McGrath, Gill and more. The locales include Carrickedmond, Doory Finns, Tashinny and more. Again, Ardagh Parish, Carrickedmond, County Longford. 1835 to 1868.
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2019.03.22 18:07 Cat523 The house that changed us.

(Hey guys, I’m still kind of learning the ropes of Reddit. I didn’t know you had to wait a week if you wanted to post partial stories, but I did get a message saying I can add the second post to this post. So this is going to be long, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to see most of your questions/comments on the last post since it was deleted 😕 )
so for a TLDR- I spent a year in a haunted house that effected all six of us living there.
Also, if anyone knows if my post isn’t within the guidelines please let me know! I don’t want to be doing anything wrong!!
Okay, so I posted this before on a thread but wanted to make it an actual post. (So I’m sorry if you’ve already seen it! Also, sorry if the formatting is weird, I’m on my phone.)
It was the house I lived in as a kid. We only stayed there for a year because each of us experienced something. So as soon as we could, we moved.
I’ve honestly been wanting to share my story for a while on here, but never have the time.
So I’ll only share two of the creepiest ones that I personally experienced.
  1. My 10th birthday party.
I had a few of my friends over for a slumber party and we had our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. The living room was at the front of the house and behind our front porch. When you walked into the house through the porch, you’d get to the front door. Once in the door way, there was a staircase to the left, a half bathroom directly in front, and the living room connected to the dining room to the right. Left of the dining room was the kitchen, behind the half bathroom. Okay so back to the slumber party, we were doing whatever it is 10 year old girls do at sleepovers when I got an uneasy feeling. There were windows behind the couch that were directly looking onto the porch. I remember not wanting to look anywhere near the windows. I was sitting on the floor with my friends when in the corner of my eye I saw something bright on the stairs. I didn’t want to look but for what ever reason I did. I looked, and at the bottom of the staircase was a little boy. He was pale, black hair and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked calm and he was just watching (I’m getting chills as I type this. I want to puke) This wasn’t the first time I saw him though. I immediately turned my head and was just frozen. While I’m sitting there terrified, one of the girls started yelling that there was someone on the porch. We booked it upstairs.
We locked ourselves in my bedroom and sat in a circle and listened as the girl told us there was an old woman on the porch. Each of us were rightfully scared shitless. Then the crash happened. In the middle of talking we hear what sounded like glass shattering. Again, frozen. Some of the braver girls who didn’t believe us decided to go investigate. We followed and there was nothing. Absolutely nothing was broken. But we all heard it. It sounded like someone smashed the window in with a baseball bat. We ended up sleeping very closely tucked away in my tiny room that night. Looking back at it, I don’t know why I never woke my parents up during any of that.
  1. Babysitting my youngest sister.
At this time it was just me and my three sisters. Ages 13, 5 and 2 (I was still 10.) My older sister and I were home from school with a stomach bug. My mom had to go get my 5 year old sister from school and asked us to watch our youngest sister. We were sitting in the living room and she was eating some snacks and had a sippy cup of water. The top to the cup must’ve not been screwed on tight enough because when she knocked it over, water spilled everywhere. My older sister went to the kitchen to get some napkins to clean it up. When she came back she handed me some of the napkins and we both started cleaning. We were on our hands and knees wiping up the water when we started to hear banging coming from the second floor. We both paused, looked at each other and said nothing. But we both had that look of “you heard that too, right?” We stayed silent and kept cleaning. Then again, another bang. At this point we stand up and are still silent just staring at the ceiling. Then came the giggles. We heard little kids upstairs fucking laughing. Then the laughing turned to SINGING. Just little children SINGING what sounded like choir singing. My sister scooped up the baby and we ran outside. It was a clear day out that day and I remember once we got outside it started to rain. We had no choice but to go back inside but we stayed on the front porch until my mom got home.
I have so many more stories but it’s too much to share right now. I’m 28 now and I still have nightmares monthly about being inside that house. There are times now when I question myself if any of that happened and try to search my memory for anything that could have an explanation but I just can’t. Living there honestly changed us all forever.
There are much more stories, as we all experienced something. If any of you enjoyed this I’ll post some more when I can! I’m honestly hoping to write a book on this in the future.
Edited: Added-
So a bit of a background story. A lot of people have been asking where this took place. I don’t want to give the exact town because I’m an anxious weirdo and this is the internet 🤷‍♀️ but it took place outside Boston.
Before we moved to the house, I spent the first 9 years of my life in a house we were renting. My childhood was heaven, absolute 1990s kid heaven. I never had any real paranormal experiences in our first home, but I did have some strange premonitions that came true about family tragedies after I started getting severe migraines. (Which is what I’m feeling now, so I’m kind of nervous bringing this all up again 😕) but any way, our landlord was planning on selling our home so we had to act quick and find a new place. I remember looking at a few homes and going to open houses with my family. I remember the open house for this one. I stayed in the car. I told my parents it wasn’t the right place. They went in anyway. Later that week we got the call that we got the house. My parents were excited to finally be home owners, but I was still apprehensive but also still kind of excited to have our own home.
(After the year spent there, they decided to take me to every open house afterwards to make sure the homes were “clear.” My dad still asks me to pick lottery numbers for him.)
We finally got ourselves moved in. It didn’t take long to realize things were off. The house was a two story, like I said in the first post, the first floor was the kitchen, dining room, living room, and half bathroom. The upstairs was a full bath and two bedrooms. We were a family of 6 at the time. So my two younger sisters had the bedroom next to my parent’s room and the basement was converted to a bedroom for my older sister and I. I never slept in there though, I shared a bed with my younger sister in her room.
The basement had its own creepy vibe, as most basements do. And that’s where we saw the woman in the wedding dress the most. My older sister was brave to sleep down there by herself. The basement had this weird “stage” type thing. Right by the laundry room with the boiler and stuff was this area that was just one big step where we kept some storage. To block off the clutter, my sister decorated it with those hippy beads (think Britney’s oops I did it again album cover) There was one time my sister was laying in her bed doing homework and my mom was in the laundry room doing laundry when they started to hear the beads clanking into each other. My mom poked her head out to see what the sound was. When she saw them swaying she walked out and stood next to my sister just to watch what was happening. They then began to shake even more violently like they were about to be yanked off the ceiling. They ran upstairs and stayed away from the basement for a while. My mom was always scared to do laundry after that, she said she always felt someone watching her down there, so she would sing to herself to stay calm.
I can’t remember the timelines of all these events. They’re all just scattered in my brain. So I’ll start with the events in the basement/bedroom.
• The Basement
We went away on vacation for a few days, and the house, although it was nice, started to get a lot of problems. One being mice. We never saw one, but would hear scratching. So before we left my dad put mouse traps around the house. There was a hole in the ceiling in the basement where my dad placed one. When we got home he went around to collect and check the traps. When he reached into the ceiling he found the trap was gone, but found something else in its spot. It was a postcard dated from the 1930’s (can’t remember the exact date) it was what you would imagine an old post card to look like. Stained and worn. It was signed and dated with a name we didn’t know, and read “Wish you were here”. I wish we kept it and I wish I remembered more about this but my dad got rid of it. He didn’t show it, but I’m sure he was creeped out. We never found the mouse trap.
The Bride in the Basement: This one scares me the most, even though I didn’t see it. My sister was in her bedroom when she saw the lace in the corner of her eye. She looked up but didn’t see anything. She kept doing whatever it was she was doing when she saw it again, again nothing. This went on for a few more times when finally, she looked up she saw her. An older woman with frizzy gray hair, looking very disheveled and angry. She had a white veil, and a white lace wedding dress. The way my sister described her was that she was standing with her arms at her sides but kind of stretched out. They were by her sides but not touching her body and her hands stretched out. My sister said she looked frozen and her face looked stuck. And as quick as she was there, she was gone. My sister didn’t spend much time in her room after that. I think the old woman that friend saw might be the woman in the wedding dress.
My sister was the only one to fully see her. The rest of us would just see the lace pass us in our peripheral vision.
So that’s what I can remember of the basement at the moment so now I’ll switch to the little boy.
• The Boy
The first time I saw him was in the upstairs bathroom. I had just finished up in the shower and was looking in the mirror and combing out my hair. I know this is going to sound cliché but the mirrors we had above the sink were cabinets split into four, so one was slightly open which gave me more of a view of the bathroom. As I was brushing my hair I looked down for a second and back up and that’s when I saw him for the first time. I looked in the mirror and saw him standing behind me on my left side. He had the same expression on his face as the first story. Calm, but his eyes looked sad. They were dark, his skin was pale, but for some reason I remember him wearing a type of scally cap but his hair was black and messy underneath it. I of course screamed and ran to my moms room. This all lasted about 5 seconds.
The second time I saw him he didn’t have the hat. It was the time of the slumber party. We had this banister type thing at the end of the stairs. He was standing on the last step with his elbow rested on the banister. Again, just watching. He scared me, but made me sad.
• My family’s experiences
My older sister saw the nurse. She walked into the living room and saw a nurse casually sitting on our couch. She was dressed in the traditional old fashion nurse dress and hat.
My little sister, who was 5 was sitting in the kitchen with my parents as they cooked dinner. I remember watching tv when I heard screaming coming from the kitchen. Curious, I walked in and saw my parents trying to calm her down. She said someone was trying to hold her hand. She had her hands behind her back playing with the chair, so my dad tried convincing her that it was her own hand touching the other. She didn’t buy that. She’s 24 now and still stands by what she felt. She felt someone grab her hand.
Another time with that same sister, my mom was washing her hair in the kitchen sink. The way my mom would do it was she would lay a towel on the counter and we would lay on it and our heads would hang half way into the sink. So while she was getting her hair washed, she was looking at a box of strawberries on the counter. She yelled for my mom to look, and they both watched as the brand new strawberries turned moldy in a matter of 1 minute.
My youngest sister. She was two, almost three at the time. She used to SCREAM and cry about “the mean man.” My mom would try to calm her but without much luck. She would ask her “what man? Where is the man?” And she would point to the stairs and hide her face away. The way the stairs were designed was they were mostly just straight down but towards the end they turned. She would always point to the corner of the stairs. It was the fifth step. Every time we had company over someone would fall down those stairs once they reached the fifth step. We never told any one our house was “haunted” because honestly who wants to tell people that? But every person who came over and fell on those stairs said it felt like someone pulled their legs down. They all fell the same way. It happened to me, my mom and one of my other sisters. And yeah, it did feel like that.
One time my mom was home alone. She was sitting on her bed when out of nowhere a pillow was thrown at her face.
My parents saw a teddy bear get picked up off a shelf and carefully be placed on the floor. Like gently, just in the air. Same thing with a Cheerio another time.
There was also a furby we had (what kid in 2000 didn’t have one?) the thing would go CRAZY at random times. Saying things furbies didn’t even say. We took the batteries out and tossed it in the basement. It never stopped even without batteries. We ended up throwing it out.
When we were getting close to moving we had one neighbor tell us that way back in the 1940s or 50s that a nurse lived there with her son. I always wondered if the little boy was there with his mom, the nurse who was on the couch.
Another neighbor came by once for a cookout. He had a bit too much to drink and went on to tell this crazy story about how the whole block was notoriously haunted. We never told anyone about any of our experiences, he didn’t know.
I’m sorry this is so long, I’m just trying to remember everything to include in this post. By the end of all this none of us slept alone. We all slept in sleeping bags in our parents room. It was an awful place. I still can’t drive down that street without getting a sick feeling, and when I do see the house, there’s almost always a for sale sign on the lawn.
I developed awful OCD while living there because I was scared my loved ones would get hurt.
My dad was so normal back then, but after all that he changed. Idk if something happened that he doesn’t tell us but he’s finally just now coming back around.
Our next house was wonderful but then a couple years in some very scary things started happening there too.
Some people have mentioned that since my family is sensitive to these things, we could be like magnets to spirits. But that has to be a whole other post.
Again, sorry for the length of this! And if I remember more I’ll edit and add more. Thanks for all the feedback and your interest!
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2018.12.20 23:39 1openMind [email protected]#!ing Tinder

This poem could cause some offense. Reader be warned.
Tinder. It is a fucking societal cancer. Where you will fail to find an answer, To any questions of the heart. To list all the problems where do I start?!
Trashy men being hype men for their cock, The “hi’s”, “hey’s” and “how are you?” flock, Or the girls who believe firmly in feminism, Whilst expecting you to support their habitual consumerism. “Aint sleeping with you, if you don’t by me a dinner!” That is just indirect prostitution, you silly little sinner. Or the handsome guys who probably grab pussy the most, Then they do their best impression of casper. They ghost, As they likely get what they want not what they need, Immediately moving on again just to dump their seed, In the next girl; another trophy for the cabinet. And I haven’t even touched on Tinders fucking management.
The algorithms are simplistic, to be polite, The probability suggests that when you swipe right, You will have nothing in common with that person at all. I don’t know how they can start to have the gaul, To charge through the nose for such a useless tool.
But therein lies the biggest heartache; People actually pay it. For fucks sake. Why?! What do you hope to get? Admiration? Compliments? Inflated ego? Stop! You won’t get respect. When the boys really want is a quick blow, Girls lowering their standards going with the flow, Being jealous of your mates fucking tallies?! Men and women; you can both be fucking scallies.
I don’t sit here madly exaggerating, But don’t you find it all just a bit frustrating? That more than ever we are connected, Just to be inhumanely rejected Or worse be two facedly, briefly, accepted,
So here are some tips that I am going to distil, To reduce the excessive volume of evil, That is spit in to your face through your phone, That makes consciousness base and undergrown, Making us all lesser men and women to behold, Causing care free abandonment while all morals fold.
Right. Lets focus on you blokes, Parading the internet being absolute jokes, Giving every single one of us a terrible name, As you view a dating app as just another game. Locker room talk about the latest conquest, That I find ill-informed and frankly detest, Because the story was a false fucking gain, By being a liar caring not for the caused future pain, In saying all the words women want to hear, But when you are needed you never appear, Because it isn’t about them, it is all about you, Firing your penis. Pew! Pew! Pew! These cowboys will never be gentlemen, Riding off into the sunset again and again. It wouldn’t be a problem with having this as your plan, If you stepped-up from the start and been an honest man. But you don’t. You front. Just so you can be a runt, Trying to fuck all the cunt you confront. Sometimes it is healthy just to converse, Try it; It won’t make the sex any worse, And who knows, you might like the soul, Of the person who you previously viewed as a hole, But that is just a focus on the fuckboys. There is another group of you that also annoys.
The aforementioned “hey” and “hi” guys, That act with complete shock and surprise, When their minimal effort receives no replies. I’ve heard they can get abusive, act like a tit. Do you think that will ever get you fucking shit?! Grow up, move on, simply unmatch, The lass could be going through a rough patch, You don’t know her, nor nothing bout her life, Why give her more anxiety and unnecessary strife? It is sad and frankly a little immature, It isn’t her fault you are such a fucking bore. Be original, interesting, perhaps unique. Don’t enter being weary, lazy and bleak. Inject some life, be a little fun, Who knows; you may eventually get some. Furthermore, lets mention the pics of cock, Don’t do it, muppet, it leads to a block, Because they are mightily unattractive, Frankly most of ‘em look radioactive. So I don’t know what goes through anyone’s brain Are some men really that stupid and vain, That they believe a quick glimpse of a schlong, Will find them lifelong love; fuck i hope they’re wrong.
There is one final male case, Where offenders need putting in their place. If you are actually five foot four, And claim to be a fuck lot more, What do you think you have in store? A happy surprised smile on your first meet? Don’t be such a stupid meathead deadbeat.
But in the same breathe, women. Here is a moment you should listen. If you got a problem with height, Which is genetics that a man cannot fight, Don’t overreact, when asked "no body shot, you fat?" Be proud of your measurements, simple as that. But if you are not you can choose to hop onto a treadmill, Do you expect a short man to put himself on stretching wheel? And it seems the man-splaining doth begin, The room is going to turn and I was on a win, But here we go, ladies, there are things you should be told, But first I gotta ask, do any of you bother with tinder gold?
I thought as much, a strong hell no, So we pay for your shit from before the get go?! Then you expect it to carry on to the date. Wow, modern feminism; ain’t it great, All of the benefits, none of the cost, In your own empowerment you are clearly lost.
All the girls have over two hundred matches, So attention is offered only in patches, Until the next best thing pops up instead, Immediately turning the ladies head, So nothing can blossom, nothing worthwhile can grow, Just an endless lust filled fucking shit show. But it is the blokes who are trash worth nowt, I am no incel trying to lash violently out, But think about this with a moments introspection, When you use the app for constant flirtatious affection, From various men for your own self gratification, You’re no better than a fuckboi, for your information. They want theirs, and you want yours, But this attitude won’t open any heart shaped doors, To affection, that care, a love filled bubble, Just get you fucked and some STD trouble, Because the men who say the things you're desperate to hear, Will be laughing about you over their next lad’s night beer.
But all these words will fall on some deaf ears. Or be greeted with unappreciative disagreeing sneers. If you are sitting there, proud and strongly thinking, This doesn’t sound at all like me, what is this person drinking?! Kudos, congratulations, you must be an absolute saint, But you’re still on the app so I don’t believe the picture you paint. Finally, there is one thing that both sexes commonly do, It has certainly been done to me, and most definitely you. It is actually the thing that annoys me the most, When just mid conversation they turn into a ghost. You had read their bio and sneaked an Instagram peek, They seemed to be absolutely everything you seek, The conversation is firing, there are moments of connection, Then boom, silence, and now endless self-reflection. “Something I said? Or tone understood wrong?” “Was it that i changed my favourite Spotify song?” It doesn’t matter how long you engage, Anyone ghosting will give the other rage, At best, or further self-hatred at worst Is it really that difficult to just say first, “hi yeah, erm so look, it seems that I made a mistake swiping right, If we were to meet I don’t believe we would become that tight, Carry on hunting and I wish you luck, But I am not really searching for just a casual fuck” See it isn’t fucking hard, it is called being polite, Just think about it before you ghost someone, alright?!
Now finally, I shall point my pen, At the real bastards of men, That created this app and made love a game, Just for their own financial gain. The psychology has been studied, The waters of love visibly muddied. By this creation. This absolute abomination, That is dragging all of us down, Every village, every city, London my home town, Turning women into three hole glories, And allowing men to weave their stories, But it is always the opposing sex that we blame, When in reality we are all very much the same. Deleting the app is ultimately how you win the game.
Now. You may notice i used a lot of the words fucking and fuck . Cos im a fucking fuccboi that gets a fuck with some luck. 🤷‍♂️🤤😉
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2018.11.15 14:56 oops1989 2018 STATE OF THE CLUB.

Another year, another STATE OF THE CLUB I'm writing with a heavy heart. The team did not deliver the results we had hoped for but ultimately got the ones they deserve. When we look back on this year we will remember the unbridled optimism of the early season, the 1-1 Red Bulls game, and the disappointing run of games to finish out the year. The official calls of progress because of a playoff "win" don't feel significant at all because they didn't come against a top 3 team but against the lowly hapless and possibly lower division Union. However, even as I write this from a dark place, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

The biggest question going into the season was the team's ability to change tactics under Viera. The darkest marks of the Viera tenure wasn't the Arsenal talismanic central midfielder's ability to navigate the table but the 7-0, 5-0, 4-1, and 2-0 scorelines seared into every supporters memory due to an inability to adapt to a distinctive style.

The team's plan to address this issue was to bunker down on the same exact style by bringing in a Paraguayan wunderkind midfield dynamo, a Swedish veteran striker, an Austrian poacher striker, a pacy Swedish defender out of Malmo, and a gaggle of random defenders seeming to be plucked from the depths of Football Manager. An important loss for the club was Jack "Golden Boy" Harrison (as we would see later the new arrivals did not provide enough to replace this giant hole in the fanbases' heart and on the flank.) The signal to the fanbase, at the time, was very much: our way is the best way and it seemed like the team would be proven right by earning a decisive 3 points away at Kansas City followed by an impressive unbeaten run. However, everyone in the club knew that the true test would be on 5/5 against the dreaded cross-town Red Bulls. And so, finally on that beautiful afternoon, with a national audience, some snide remarks in the media beforehand, 4 minutes in, and two goals down, the away section knew that a change would need to be made.

The team tried to repair and prove to the fanbase that everything was fine and shockingly they delivered by participating in what proved to be a top 5 match of the year and earned a 2-2 away tie against the upstart LAFC. They then beat a hapless Colorado team 4-0 at home, lost away to Houston, and crushed Orlando 3-0 at home. The sex wasn't good but it was happening. At this point, it seemed like the family would stay together. Then came another match against the Red Bulls and well... we know what happened. The last game of Patrick's career as the coach of NYCFC was against the darlings of the league, Atlanta, and it personified the coach's 2.5-year tenure - an inability to adapt to the situation at hand and an inability to secure all three points at home with a 1-1 result.

This 1-1 was followed by the biggest change of the year with the midseason coaching appointment of Dominic Torrent, affectionately known as Dome. From the face of it Dome's resume is unmatched in the MLS (gtfo here Tata) - 3 La Ligas, 2 UEFA Champs, 2 Bundes Ligas, 1 EPL titles. Even if you're hating on the hardware, it's hard to say that that Dome wasn't a part of some transformational teams. The playing style under the new coach had immediately changed - everyone in the building could feel that something was different. At the time it felt like this was going to be our secret weapon; finally, someone who wouldn't just guide the horse to the water but make it drink. The initial results were good - we beat Toronto 2-1 and the boys LOOKED GOOD DOING IT, a fan in 237 was quoted as saying "Citylona", the steak was getting peppered and we were eating it too. Finally, it came time for any NYCFC coach's litmus test, another match against the dreaded Red Bulls but this time at home. We won.

This was it. This wasn't our first win against the Red Bulls but this was our first where we dictated the pace. We were the ones pressing. We were the ones asking the questions. The 85th-minute mistake from the Red Bulls defense seemed as unthinkable then as it does now but it happened and we believed. Quickly Dome followed up and delivered another 3 wins. We were playing well, everything worked, Shradi was quietly in the race for the golden boot and things were clicking and the last matchup with the Red Bulls awaited. One of Dome's hired guns put City down to 10 men but this delivered the NYCFC match of the season as the team was miraculously able to dominate the match with 9 men and rescue a point. At this point, we thought we had it. We had figured it out. Even Berget was playing well.

But then inexplicably, things started to fall apart and NYCFC earned 8 points out of a possible 24 and narrowly escaped the embarrassment of having to play as the away team in the first round of the playoffs. This portion of the season is the most confounding. I don't understand what changed. I don't understand why it happened. Anyways, by the narrowest of margins, we avoided disaster; we quickly disposed of Philly and now we were back in the spotlight against Atlanta. It was time for Dome to work his big game magic.

I'm not sure what happened in the first leg. We had the intensity. We just weren't sharp at all. We couldn't finish. We were completely flaccid. While we had the hopes of a better result away, Atlanta is a tough assignment and frankly, it just was not our day. We did a good job of weathering the initial onslaught but a series of errors did us in, but honestly - this is why you fight for the higher seed during the regular season: to get the calls, to get the crowd behind you, to press the issue and we just didn't get it done. The season was over.

Overall, the state of the club is strong. The team is playing it's most attractive soccer to date (scored more goals this year than last year) but it is likely that Dome's dream is also what did them in. The initial infusion of the Catalan's blank check for a pragmatic creativity was like a breath of fresh air; there was a renewed willingness to attack AND press. Callens began taking touches on the ball and driving it to the opponents 18 (??), Ring was being involved in the attack, and Maxi became a box to box midfielder. But I'm afraid that this has been too ambitious for the players that we had. Dome was instituting a style suited for players like Xavi, Iniesta, Puyol, Lahm, and Busquets. Players where a single name defined a position. Now look, I love Ring. Is Ring a generational talent? No. In a way, the Red Bulls 1-1 game showed us the best version of NYCFC can be because it forced Dome to tell Ring "you- you defend", Villa - "you, you attack", Maxi "you - attack don't track back". Ring was unbelievable in that game. I thought it was the best single player performance I've ever seen in person. Just absolutely dominant against the most potent attack in the league.

Now when we look at the away game against Atlanta. Maxi was a box to box midfield. I love Maxi. Is Maxi Steven Gerrard??? I don't think so. Should Maxi help in defense? YES! Should he be defending in the box?? No. Same with Shradi. How was Shradi 1 on 1 in the box? I don't blame his slide tackle; I blame the positioning. Lastly, for the last goal - why is Castellanos in the last line of defense when we need two goals?? Okay yes, it sucks that he kept him onsides. Why is he even in that solar system??

Now, I DO think that Dome's dream is the future. I just think that trying to implement that system in mid-season is incredibly difficult. I also do think that we're going to see A LOT of departures; it won't be as drastic as the reset button Claudio pressed after 2015 but it will be a system refresh for sure. I do also think it is important to understand how much can be done in the winter, not just from a transfers perspective but from a coaching perspective as well. Even getting the current squad under world-class coaching for three months and understand responsibilities will be a huge boon for the club.

As was previously documented I believe that on the defense the gaggle of random defenders Patrick signed this offseason will all be gone. Tinnerholm will likely be gone - I have no idea what happened here but it just seems like he really struggles with the newer breed of newer and younger strikers the MLS has been importing, conversely, these matchups seem to take him out of his offensive zone as well as he hangs back much more. If Ben and Tinnerholm survive the roster purge, I believe that Nashville or Cincinnati will pluck one or both in the expansion draft, frankly, they would be stupid not to. I don't know why, but my gut tells me that Dome will turn Mata into his personal project and will try to restore him to 2016 Mata levels at the least (RIP my Mata to EPL takes.)

Chanot and Callens are the best you're gonna get in the MLS I believe. I don't think they're going anywhere. In regards to Sean, if it comes, the team traded him for a draft pick or Garber bucks or picked up in the expansion draft I would okay with it; his decline from early season form has been dramatic to say the least. Also, I wouldn't think it would be crazy to see Sands start here next year. Sands is miles ahead of anyone on our defense in terms of pedigree. You have to remember that Dome was part of coaching staffs that fazed out Ronaldinho, Schweinsteiger, and Puyol. Sands likely has had the quality of youth coaching that Dome expects and likely has had more instruction in modern formations and development than any other player on the squad. Sands and Scally were part of academy squads that stood toe to toe with Real's academy and part of youth USMNT that are much more successful than the senior side. Look out for this as a potential development next year.

I do also think that the outside defender position is likely where we're gonna see the splashiest acquisitions, especially considering how much Dome emphasized that he would want to see wingers that understand his system. I would look for the City scouting network to deliver some gems here whose YouTube highlights we will be watching on repeat very soon.

For the midfield, I still trust in Ring. I think an offseason with Dome will be good for defining what he CAN and what he CAN'T do. Also, Ring is only 27, which is young for a CDM - these positions usually blossom around 32-34. As far as Herrera goes, I believe that the Venezuelan will be on the squad next year. I believe that the spring injury hurt his value and now he needs to recover it. Especially, if Almiron & Martinez get the fees the media is expecting I believe that his agent will tell him to stay in the MLS before heading back. Maxi will stay. Medina I believe will stay not because they want him but mostly because I don't think anyone would pay for his contract. He will need to become significantly more physical; his skill is obviously there but he just gets pushed off the ball way too often to play on our smaller field where contact is frequent. Everyone else is obviously fired.

For transfers in the midfield, I expect them to bring in someone who resembles a Herrera type and not a Maxi type. I think Dome prefers a Ring-type player that has more attacking prowess but has a defensive feel for the game. I would expect an older player here - not someone from a City academy.

In attack, I want to believe that Lewis will stay but I can't imagine his agent allowing that given the playing time he saw. Again, I think Dome is going to be a rational person and try to rescue the situation in the offseason but I think that the Generation Adidas and agent money will prevail here and Lewis will be somewhere in Europe. Shradi is a killer and is only 24, obviously keep. Berget and Wallace, get the fuck off my team.

When it comes to Villa, I don't know what to say. I don't understand why the media keeps pushing the narrative of his retirement especially when he put out a "fake news" statement but the narrative being face fucked into my face makes me face some obvious realities. From a data standpoint, Villa had originally expected to be here three years and is already playing on an extension contract. It really feels very similar to how the club dealt with Patrick's departure from a communication standpoint. Lastly, the last contract extension was signed in May, why are they stretching this out till he's off contract??

One ominous thing that I didn't want to mention is that during the Atlanta home game right after the squad photo what looked to be Villa's kids came on the pitch and took a photo with just Villa; it certainly had the "this is my last game" feel. Again, I wasn't gonna spoil the mood and I was focused on the match but it's something that's lodged in my brain that I've kept to myself until now.

What would a potential Villa departure look like? I'm not sure. Again, I'm just doing this as a hypothetical because I believe that the club will figure it out. If he does decide to hang them up he's going to be impossible to replace. Villa's resume is unmatched. WC winner, Euros winner, Champs League winner, and Spain's all-time scorer by a wide margin (he has 59 and the next one is fucking RAUL at 44 and Torres at 38). Dragging the 2016 version of this team to a 2nd seed finish is one of the greatest sporting achievements in US Soccer history. It is arguable that in terms of winning, he's probably a top 5 most accomplished striker of all time. I look forward to us flying to Barcelona for his testimonial match.

I don't believe that the club will chase a "Pirlo" or a "Lampard" to replace him. I think that it's likely that the striker role will be homegrown from City ranks or from the academy. The future of the "DP" spot will be handed to players that look a lot more like Medina than like Villa. If the inevitable happens this year I wouldn't be surprised if Dome puts his money on Castellanos and Shradi. Again, this is someone who was on the coaching staff when some massive names were phased out in order to develop the future.

Any NYCFC STATE OF THE CLUB wouldn't be complete without a stadium take, so here is mine. They're going to announce a done deal this winter. There's just too many irons in the fire, where there's smoke there's fire. This parking garage situation seems perfect, any of the 6 billion different revitalization projects going on in the Bronx and Queens seem perfect, and the fact that they did a solid for the state and made the Islanders hockey arena thing at least "look" competitive with a bid designed by an intern (the NYCFC bid didn't even have parking associated with it - total joke bid).

Whatever reset there was after De Blasio took power needs to be addressed as he is also coming up on the end of his administration; I don't want the club to try to figure it out with a new administration. My feeling here is that they want something that will be special and something that can only be built once - this is likely a thirty-year decision so you don't want to fuck around and get something stupid. Something is gonna happen - there's simply too much money in it for everyone; they're gonna figure it out.

The club is playing the best and exciting soccer it has ever played. The reality is that we did not improve as much as our rivals did. It is the most exciting time to be an MLS fan with a rabid Cincinnati fan base coming, a revitalization of a sleeping giant in DC, LAFC pushing the standard of excellence in the west, and Atlanta making the old elite top 3 of NYCFC, Toronto, Red Bulls a top 4.

However, it is this competition that will drive this club to new heights. I wish that in five years the MLS is at the level where NYCFC is getting invited not to CONCACAF Champs Leauge but to Copa Libertadores and we see our boys in blue play in the Bombanero, the Maracana, or the Estadio Monumental. I do not wish to be a Celtic team that wins the treble every year.

It is these worthy foes that will make following this team the more special. From a facts perspective, I believe in the direction of the club because the base that they have built is incredibly strong with the best academy in the country (this is a fact not an opinion), a global scouting network, and leadership that believes in a progressive style of play. That's what makes me so hopeful about our future. That's why I stand here confident that the STATE OF THE CLUB is strong.

COME ON NEW YORK!
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2018.05.05 00:11 AmazingLover96 Paranormal Hunters: The War Demon

This is not your typical paranormal story. I didn’t move into some old house full of vengeful spirits. I didn’t find a cursed object at a flea market or on ebay. This is just a case of two teenagers getting in trouble because they were fooling around with something they shouldn’t. Looking back on my childhood, I’m glad my parents did not shelter my brother and me. We were the kids that needed to touch the stove to realize it’s too hot. We were the kids who needed to get stung by bees before we learned not to throw rocks at the hive. To put it bluntly Andre and I learned every lesson the hard way.
It all started on my eighteenth birthday; July 9th 2014. It had been a big day, I had invited my friends and a lot of my family to my birthday party at Incredible Dave's. It was a lot of fun, I ended up spending a lot of my birthday money on arcade tokens but in the end I won an Xbox One with all the tickets I earned. After the party ended, a lot of people went home but some of my friends came back to my place to play video games. After a few hours, my dad came into my room and said that my friends had to leave at 11:30. They didn’t have to go home but they couldn’t stay here. So Chelsea, one of my friends that was with me paused the game of Mortal Kombat X that we were all playing.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I want to send your birthday out with a bang,” she said.
We all looked at her with excitement.
“What do you have in mind?” Andre asked.
Chelsea reached into her purse and pulled out a big black book with a large pentagram on it that was written in chalk.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a gift from me to you,” replied Chelsea
“Um thanks?” I awkwardly commented.
“What are we going to do with that book?” asked Andre.
“We are doing a ritual. Haven’t you guys ever wanted to know if this stuff was true?”
“No way Chelsea!” Andre protested. “You aren’t doing any supernatural shit in this house.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” asked our friend Ronnie. “If it works it works and we will deal with it. If it doesn’t, we just clean up our mess and move on.”
“Well what spell or ritual do you have in mind?” Asked Andre.
I took the book from Chelsea and turned to the page she wanted to be on. I then read through the ritual she wanted to use.
The chapter was a ritual to summon the war demon Damasen. This demon was born out of the hatred humans began to have for eachother and thus was the reason behind people have wars with each other. When summoned it is meant to corrupt the minds of the casters enemies and cause them to lose the war.
“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” I asked
“Not really? I figured we could scare ourselves silly before we end the night.”
“I’m in.” I said.
“I’m in all the way,” said Ronnie.
“I don’t know if we should fool around with this stuff,” Andre told us.
“I thought you were an Atheist,” I said.
“I am but I just have a bad feeling about this?”
“Someone is starting to believe in something?” Chelsea remarked.
Andre scowled at her.
“Well your out voted Andre,” Ronnie remarked. “Let’s get on with the show guys.
“You guys ready?” Ronnie asked. Andre and the others cleared a space in the room and drew a bunch of weird symbols on the floor with a circle around them. They also lit candles and scattered them around the room. That was when Chelsea laid on the floor with her arms on her chest.
Ronnie began to read the magic words from the book. I could tell it was in Latin since I took Spanish and a Latin Culture class during High School. After he read the words from the page, we waited. We waited and waited, after about ten minutes we decided to call it quits. However, I did not notice that Chelsea did not speak a word until we decided to wrap things up.
“Chelsea,” I said.
“Chelsea get up!” Ronnie told her.
She laid there, she looked as if she was as stiff as a bored.
“Chelsea!” I shouted as I snapped my fingers in her face. “Stop screwing around and get up!”
Suddenly Chelsea shot up and let out a loud ear piercing roar that echoed through the entire house. I could feel the floor and the walls tremble at the deafening sound. Andre and Ronnie held their ears in pain as they tried to recover from the noise. Chelsea's eyes were as black as oil and a little white spot was on in the center of her eyeballs where her pupils would be. She lunged at me and I fell backwards, hitting my head on the ground. Chelsea swiped and clawed at my face. Then out of nowhere, Andre brought down the wooden Louisville Slugger Bat on Chelsea's back. She let out a high pitched cry of pain as she turned her attention towards my brother. Andre swung the bat at her but she caught it, ripped it from Andres grip and broke it over her knee. That was when Ronnie grabbed Chelsea from behind and proceeded to wrestle her to the ground. Chelsea wrapped her arms around Ronnie and slammed him on the hard wooden floor so hard that I heard some of the floorboards crack. Chelsea got on top of him, I knew from being attacked by a dog that she was going to tear out his throat but he put his arm in the way. Chelsea ripped and tore into Ronnies arm and blood was spewing everywhere. That was when my dad kicked my bedroom door open, wielding his .34 Magnum he fired a shot at Chelsea hitting her in the waist.
She looked up and snarled at my father with rage. She then stood up and charged at him and he fired another shot into her gut. She fell backwards and let out raging howell. It sounded like the combination of a fox screaming and a howling wolf echoing at the same time. Chelsea then got on all fours and sped past my father. I heard her run down the stairs and through one of the windows in the living room.
Dad looked back at the direction Chelsea went in and then back at us.
“Can someone tell me what the Hell just happened?”
We all looked at my dad, shaken from what just happened.
“Ronnie what the happened to your arm?” asked my dad.
“Chelsea happened!” Andre bellowed. “She went berserk after we did that spell and then well that happened.
Dad approached Ronnie and examined his arm. Chelsea had torn chunks of flesh from his arm to the point that his bone was exposed.
“Kendrick get the first aid kit out from under the bathroom sink,” My dad told me.
As I left the room my brother called 911. When I came back with the first aid kit my dad began treating Ronnies wound. Ronnie screamed when my dad applied the peroxide on his arm. The Police and EMT arrived at the house about ten minutes later. The Police Officers took our statements on what happened and Ronnie was loaded into an Ambulance. After all that was over Andre and I cleaned the blood off of the floor in my room and went to bed. The next morning, we saw Chelsea on the News. She was found in an ally and the weird thing was that her gunshot wounds had healed. When they found her, she was naked and she was chewing on a dead man's face, the Police had to taser her several times before she was able to be subdued.
Luckily the man who she was found eating had died from a heroin overdose a few hours prior so he wasn’t alive to experience being eaten. Chelsea was then taken to a high level psych ward for a psychological evaluation.
“Do you think she was possessed by that war demon?” I asked Andre.
“No she was not possessed by anything. Demons, Angels and Ghosts are not real,” my dad denied. “The girl probably had a number of issues prior to this and got too into this game you boys were playing and then snapped.”
“I told you we shouldn’t have been fooling with this crap,” Andre remarked.
“Well what do we do now?” I asked.
“Let the doctors handle it. Like I said the girl just snapped,”
My dad grabbed his cup of coffee and left me and Andre in the kitchen.
“Do you really think she’s possessed?” asked Andre.
“I do, it’s the only thing that makes sense,”
“I think dad is right. It’s 2014, our first year after graduating high school. You remember how Chelsea was, her mom was always on her about her school work. It got to the point that she had strands of grey hair because she was so stressed out about school. On top of that, she went right from highschool to college. The girl had every possible reason to snap because she was stressed out.”
I said nothing.
“Look dude, these doctors are going to just give her some meds, watch her for a few months and she will be out it’s not like she is never coming home.”
I thought about things for a second. Maybe Dad and Andre were right, Chelsea was a straight A student and then she all of a sudden jumps into going to college. The girl had definitely snapped. When I went to work that day, I did my best to try to keep my mind off Chelsea but when I got home, I was disgusted by what I saw.
On the evening news they reported that Chelsea had bit into her flesh and wrote strange symbols on the walls of her room. She was speaking in tongues and lashing out at staff. The report was called Demon Girl. It was disgusting how they were exploiting Chelsea to get ratings. I knew things were only going to get worse if I didn’t do something to help her, but how? I remembered that in movies, priests would do Exorcisms to get Demons out of people. So I got on the Internet to see how much it would be to have an Exorcism done on Chelsea. The prices were outrageous. They ranged from five hundred dollars to as much as fifteen-hundred dollars for an Exorcism.
I could not afford those prices, I was living with my dad who was charging my brother and me rent and food bills. To add insult to injury if a utility bill is too high we have to chip in for that. So I did not have enough in savings to spend on an Exorcism. So I decided to go around Louisville and talk to as many priests as I could to see if I could get an affordable price for them to do an Exorcism. I drove to five different churches and was kicked out of every single one of them. I went back home feeling defeated. I found my brother in the kitchen on his lap top.
“What are doing?” I asked.
“Check this out,” he said. He turned his lap top over to me so that I could see it. He was on a website that looked cheaply made. The title read, “Molly The Demonologist” in bright silver old English letters. Next to the title was a cut out picture of a girl with long brown hair, dressed in a black blouse, black jeans and black high heels. She wore red lipstick and she was pale as snow.
“She’s kinda cute,” I commented.
“Well that's not why I showed you this,” Andre chuckled.
“You left your computer running and I saw you had been looking for Catholic Priests to help with Chelsea. And I know they laughed you out of every single church.”
“Don’t remind me,” I grumbled.
“Well I emailed this girl and I gave her our contact info so keep your phone close.” I went up to my room and got on this girls website. It was called Molly The Demonologist.com The website looked like it was made in the 90’s. It consisted of bookings, web shows on Demonology as well as other facts on Demonic Lore and Mythologies. I was fascinated by the various amounts of information on mythologies too. I was never into this type of thing growing up but as I was reading through it, I wondered why I didn’t get into it. I was torn from my reading by my phone ringing. It was Molly The Demonologist.
“Hey is this Kendrick?” Asked Molly.
“Speaking,”
“Were you and your brother still wanting to make an appointment?” She asked.
“Yes of course,” I answered quickly.
“I was wondering if we could all talk on Skype. I don’t like discussing business over the phone. I sent you a request already is that okay?”
“Sure let me go get your brother and I’ll call you on Skype.”
“Awesome, see you shortly.”
I hung up and had my brother come into my room. After logging onto skype, we called Molly.
“Hey guys,” she said gleefully when she answered. “So tell me again what your issue is.”
I explained what happened the night of my birthday.
“Oh my god that’s insane!”
“Yeah tell me about it,” I agreed.
“This sounds like a full fledged case guys.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andre asked.
“It means things may take some time for me to do.”
“Like how?” I asked.
Molly sighed.
“Okay look, I’m a clairvoyant. I don’t like to advertise this because there are too many fake idiots out there scamming people out of thousands of dollars.
“Speaking of dollars, how much is this going to cost?” Andre asked.
My heart sank, I feared that she would charge in the low to mid thousands.
“Well it sounds like you guys really care for your friend so I’m going to charge you three hundred dollars.”
Andre and I sighed.
“There is no way we can do that,” Andre said.
“What choice do we have?” I snapped. “If Chelsea stays like this, she is going to be locked in an insane asylum. A real one, not those temporary places where she is now. A judge is going to decide she is too dangerous to be on the street and she is going to end up sitting in a cell doped up and wearing a straight jacket. Is that what you want?”
“No,” Andre said.
“Then I’m putting down two hundred dollars for this,” I said.
“I’ll pay the other hundred,” Andre agreed.
We told her that we would send the money through Walmart and she accepted. She told us that she would begin working when her payment is received and will keep us up to date with her progress. With that we ended the call.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little bit leary about her now,” Andre expressed.
“Why?”
“After she claimed she had magical powers, I don’t know if I want to pay this girl anything. Most if not all Psychics or Clairvoyants are completely fraudulent.”
“What choice do we have. Yeah three hundred dollars is a big shot in the dark but what other options do we have?”
“If this doesn't work, you are paying me back every dime I chipped in plus interest,”
“I promise,”
When we shook hands, I hoped to whatever god was out there that Molly was legit. After we sent the money, the deal was sealed. I sent Molly a text saying that we sent the money and the only thing left to do was wait. The next morning Andre received a call from Molly and we talked to her on speaker phone.
“So I checked on your friend and she is in really bad shape but this is nothing I can’t accomplish,” Molly explained.
“That’s good to hear,” I said.
“I checked on you guys too and I like that Satchel Paige poster you have in your room Kendrick.”
I grew a bit concerned.
“Wait how did you know-
“It’s called Astral projection. I move around in spirit form,” Molly said.
“Okay?” Andre said.
“Give me some time to get all the hard stuff out of the way before we begin the rest of the process.”
“We?” I protested.
“I will need your help but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. I have to go now, I’ll update you soon.”
With that she hung up the phone.
“Well, we know she is legit!” I cried.
“Yeah that’s good to hear.”
“Well, let's take a break from this spiritual stuff and see what's on T.V,” I suggested.
When I turned on the flat screen television in the living room, there was Breaking News. The reporter said that Chelsea had escaped from the Mental Hospital that she was being held in. Police were looking for her and that she is very dangerous. Andre turned off the T.V.
“We need to go find her!” Andre said frantically.
“Are you nuts?” I countered.
“This could be-
BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!
“OPEN THE DOOR!” Our dad shouted.
We got up from the couch and opened the front door. Dad scrambled inside, slammed the door and locked it.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“That Chelsea girl chased me all the way from the store,” Dad panted.
BLAM! BLAM!
Chelsea threw herself against the door so hard that she managed to break completely through. She stood completely erect, her eyes were as red as polished rubies and a tiny black spot was stamped where her pupils should’ve been.
“Holy Fuck!” I yelled.
“She charged at my father, he landed a nice slug to Chelsea's jaw but it had little effect. She then swiped at him with her pointed fingernails. He dodged the swipe and ran in the kitchen. She chased after him but Andre threw himself at her and they both rolled across the floor. But Chelsea quickly gained the upper hand.
“Ab hoc loco!” A voice said.
I turned to my left and saw Molly standing in front of the front door. Molly began speaking in tongues again as she crawled towards Molly on all fours. Molly began her chating.
“Præcipio tibi in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, qui omnia hæc immunda relinquere domum. Glória Patri aeterno reliquis.”
Chelsea fell to the floor, covering her ears, withering in pain as she let out ear piercing echoing calls in Latin.
“ET ABIERUNT!!!”
Chelsea began shaking uncontrollably as her mouth looked as if it were being pried open. Her jaw opened as far as humanly possible and a huge puff of red smoke belched out of her mouth. The smoke formed into a strange humanoid creature. It was shaped like a scally hulk of a man with two bright white lights for eyes. The creature let out a fierce war cry as it flew out of the broken window in our living room never to be seen again. I stood there frozen in place, Andre lay on the floor staring wide eyed at Molly.
“Your welcome!” she snorted.
Dad crept out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife.
“Is it over,” he whimpered with golf ball sized eyes.
“It is no thanks to you,” I remarked.
Dad gave me a dirty look.
“So who wants milk shakes?” Asked Molly.
“MilkShakes?” Andre said.
“It’s how I reward myself after a case.” Molly explained.
“Yeah, I could use one, mixed with a shot of whiskey.” My Dad said.
“Then let’s go,” I said.
“Dad your buying,” said Andre.
“That, I don’t mind at all.”
THE END….
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2018.05.04 23:50 AmazingLover96 Paranormal Hunters: The War Demon (The Full Story)

This is not your typical paranormal story. I didn’t move into some old house full of vengeful spirits. I didn’t find a cursed object at a flea market or on ebay. This is just a case of two teenagers getting in trouble because they were fooling around with something they shouldn’t. Looking back on my childhood, I’m glad my parents did not shelter my brother and me. We were the kids that needed to touch the stove to realize it’s too hot. We were the kids who needed to get stung by bees before we learned not to throw rocks at the hive. To put it bluntly Andre and I learned every lesson the hard way.
It all started on my eighteenth birthday; July 9th 2014. It had been a big day, I had invited my friends and a lot of my family to my birthday party at Incredible Dave's. It was a lot of fun, I ended up spending a lot of my birthday money on arcade tokens but in the end I won an Xbox One with all the tickets I earned. After the party ended, a lot of people went home but some of my friends came back to my place to play video games. After a few hours, my dad came into my room and said that my friends had to leave at 11:30. They didn’t have to go home but they couldn’t stay here. So Chelsea, one of my friends that was with me paused the game of Mortal Kombat X that we were all playing.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I want to send your birthday out with a bang,” she said.
We all looked at her with excitement.
“What do you have in mind?” Andre asked.
Chelsea reached into her purse and pulled out a big black book with a large pentagram on it that was written in chalk.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a gift from me to you,” replied Chelsea
“Um thanks?” I awkwardly commented.
“What are we going to do with that book?” asked Andre.
“We are doing a ritual. Haven’t you guys ever wanted to know if this stuff was true?”
“No way Chelsea!” Andre protested. “You aren’t doing any supernatural shit in this house.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” asked our friend Ronnie. “If it works it works and we will deal with it. If it doesn’t, we just clean up our mess and move on.”
“Well what spell or ritual do you have in mind?” Asked Andre.
I took the book from Chelsea and turned to the page she wanted to be on. I then read through the ritual she wanted to use.
The chapter was a ritual to summon the war demon Damasen. This demon was born out of the hatred humans began to have for eachother and thus was the reason behind people have wars with each other. When summoned it is meant to corrupt the minds of the casters enemies and cause them to lose the war.
“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” I asked
“Not really? I figured we could scare ourselves silly before we end the night.”
“I’m in.” I said.
“I’m in all the way,” said Ronnie.
“I don’t know if we should fool around with this stuff,” Andre told us.
“I thought you were an Atheist,” I said.
“I am but I just have a bad feeling about this?”
“Someone is starting to believe in something?” Chelsea remarked.
Andre scowled at her.
“Well your out voted Andre,” Ronnie remarked. “Let’s get on with the show guys.
“You guys ready?” Ronnie asked. Andre and the others cleared a space in the room and drew a bunch of weird symbols on the floor with a circle around them. They also lit candles and scattered them around the room. That was when Chelsea laid on the floor with her arms on her chest.
Ronnie began to read the magic words from the book. I could tell it was in Latin since I took Spanish and a Latin Culture class during High School. After he read the words from the page, we waited. We waited and waited, after about ten minutes we decided to call it quits. However, I did not notice that Chelsea did not speak a word until we decided to wrap things up.
“Chelsea,” I said.
“Chelsea get up!” Ronnie told her.
She laid there, she looked as if she was as stiff as a bored.
“Chelsea!” I shouted as I snapped my fingers in her face. “Stop screwing around and get up!”
Suddenly Chelsea shot up and let out a loud ear piercing roar that echoed through the entire house. I could feel the floor and the walls tremble at the deafening sound. Andre and Ronnie held their ears in pain as they tried to recover from the noise. Chelsea's eyes were as black as oil and a little white spot was on in the center of her eyeballs where her pupils would be. She lunged at me and I fell backwards, hitting my head on the ground. Chelsea swiped and clawed at my face. Then out of nowhere, Andre brought down the wooden Louisville Slugger Bat on Chelsea's back. She let out a high pitched cry of pain as she turned her attention towards my brother. Andre swung the bat at her but she caught it, ripped it from Andres grip and broke it over her knee. That was when Ronnie grabbed Chelsea from behind and proceeded to wrestle her to the ground. Chelsea wrapped her arms around Ronnie and slammed him on the hard wooden floor so hard that I heard some of the floorboards crack. Chelsea got on top of him, I knew from being attacked by a dog that she was going to tear out his throat but he put his arm in the way. Chelsea ripped and tore into Ronnies arm and blood was spewing everywhere. That was when my dad kicked my bedroom door open, wielding his .34 Magnum he fired a shot at Chelsea hitting her in the waist.
She looked up and snarled at my father with rage. She then stood up and charged at him and he fired another shot into her gut. She fell backwards and let out raging howell. It sounded like the combination of a fox screaming and a howling wolf echoing at the same time. Chelsea then got on all fours and sped past my father. I heard her run down the stairs and through one of the windows in the living room.
Dad looked back at the direction Chelsea went in and then back at us.
“Can someone tell me what the Hell just happened?”
We all looked at my dad, shaken from what just happened.
“Ronnie what the happened to your arm?” asked my dad.
“Chelsea happened!” Andre bellowed. “She went berserk after we did that spell and then well that happened.
Dad approached Ronnie and examined his arm. Chelsea had torn chunks of flesh from his arm to the point that his bone was exposed.
“Kendrick get the first aid kit out from under the bathroom sink,” My dad told me.
As I left the room my brother called 911. When I came back with the first aid kit my dad began treating Ronnies wound. Ronnie screamed when my dad applied the peroxide on his arm. The Police and EMT arrived at the house about ten minutes later. The Police Officers took our statements on what happened and Ronnie was loaded into an Ambulance. After all that was over Andre and I cleaned the blood off of the floor in my room and went to bed. The next morning, we saw Chelsea on the News. She was found in an ally and the weird thing was that her gunshot wounds had healed. When they found her, she was naked and she was chewing on a dead man's face, the Police had to taser her several times before she was able to be subdued.
Luckily the man who she was found eating had died from a heroin overdose a few hours prior so he wasn’t alive to experience being eaten. Chelsea was then taken to a high level psych ward for a psychological evaluation.
“Do you think she was possessed by that war demon?” I asked Andre.
“No she was not possessed by anything. Demons, Angels and Ghosts are not real,” my dad denied. “The girl probably had a number of issues prior to this and got too into this game you boys were playing and then snapped.”
“I told you we shouldn’t have been fooling with this crap,” Andre remarked.
“Well what do we do now?” I asked.
“Let the doctors handle it. Like I said the girl just snapped,”
My dad grabbed his cup of coffee and left me and Andre in the kitchen.
“Do you really think she’s possessed?” asked Andre.
“I do, it’s the only thing that makes sense,”
“I think dad is right. It’s 2014, our first year after graduating high school. You remember how Chelsea was, her mom was always on her about her school work. It got to the point that she had strands of grey hair because she was so stressed out about school. On top of that, she went right from highschool to college. The girl had every possible reason to snap because she was stressed out.”
I said nothing.
“Look dude, these doctors are going to just give her some meds, watch her for a few months and she will be out it’s not like she is never coming home.”
I thought about things for a second. Maybe Dad and Andre were right, Chelsea was a straight A student and then she all of a sudden jumps into going to college. The girl had definitely snapped. When I went to work that day, I did my best to try to keep my mind off Chelsea but when I got home, I was disgusted by what I saw.
On the evening news they reported that Chelsea had bit into her flesh and wrote strange symbols on the walls of her room. She was speaking in tongues and lashing out at staff. The report was called Demon Girl. It was disgusting how they were exploiting Chelsea to get ratings. I knew things were only going to get worse if I didn’t do something to help her, but how? I remembered that in movies, priests would do Exorcisms to get Demons out of people. So I got on the Internet to see how much it would be to have an Exorcism done on Chelsea. The prices were outrageous. They ranged from five hundred dollars to as much as fifteen-hundred dollars for an Exorcism.
I could not afford those prices, I was living with my dad who was charging my brother and me rent and food bills. To add insult to injury if a utility bill is too high we have to chip in for that. So I did not have enough in savings to spend on an Exorcism. So I decided to go around Louisville and talk to as many priests as I could to see if I could get an affordable price for them to do an Exorcism. I drove to five different churches and was kicked out of every single one of them. I went back home feeling defeated. I found my brother in the kitchen on his lap top.
“What are doing?” I asked.
“Check this out,” he said. He turned his lap top over to me so that I could see it. He was on a website that looked cheaply made. The title read, “Molly The Demonologist” in bright silver old English letters. Next to the title was a cut out picture of a girl with long brown hair, dressed in a black blouse, black jeans and black high heels. She wore red lipstick and she was pale as snow.
“She’s kinda cute,” I commented.
“Well that's not why I showed you this,” Andre chuckled.
“You left your computer running and I saw you had been looking for Catholic Priests to help with Chelsea. And I know they laughed you out of every single church.”
“Don’t remind me,” I grumbled.
“Well I emailed this girl and I gave her our contact info so keep your phone close.” I went up to my room and got on this girls website. It was called Molly The Demonologist.com The website looked like it was made in the 90’s. It consisted of bookings, web shows on Demonology as well as other facts on Demonic Lore and Mythologies. I was fascinated by the various amounts of information on mythologies too. I was never into this type of thing growing up but as I was reading through it, I wondered why I didn’t get into it. I was torn from my reading by my phone ringing. It was Molly The Demonologist.
“Hey is this Kendrick?” Asked Molly.
“Speaking,”
“Were you and your brother still wanting to make an appointment?” She asked.
“Yes of course,” I answered quickly.
“I was wondering if we could all talk on Skype. I don’t like discussing business over the phone. I sent you a request already is that okay?”
“Sure let me go get your brother and I’ll call you on Skype.”
“Awesome, see you shortly.”
I hung up and had my brother come into my room. After logging onto skype, we called Molly.
“Hey guys,” she said gleefully when she answered. “So tell me again what your issue is.”
I explained what happened the night of my birthday.
“Oh my god that’s insane!”
“Yeah tell me about it,” I agreed.
“This sounds like a full fledged case guys.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andre asked.
“It means things may take some time for me to do.”
“Like how?” I asked.
Molly sighed.
“Okay look, I’m a clairvoyant. I don’t like to advertise this because there are too many fake idiots out there scamming people out of thousands of dollars.
“Speaking of dollars, how much is this going to cost?” Andre asked.
My heart sank, I feared that she would charge in the low to mid thousands.
“Well it sounds like you guys really care for your friend so I’m going to charge you three hundred dollars.”
Andre and I sighed.
“There is no way we can do that,” Andre said.
“What choice do we have?” I snapped. “If Chelsea stays like this, she is going to be locked in an insane asylum. A real one, not those temporary places where she is now. A judge is going to decide she is too dangerous to be on the street and she is going to end up sitting in a cell doped up and wearing a straight jacket. Is that what you want?”
“No,” Andre said.
“Then I’m putting down two hundred dollars for this,” I said.
“I’ll pay the other hundred,” Andre agreed.
We told her that we would send the money through Walmart and she accepted. She told us that she would begin working when her payment is received and will keep us up to date with her progress. With that we ended the call.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little bit leary about her now,” Andre expressed.
“Why?”
“After she claimed she had magical powers, I don’t know if I want to pay this girl anything. Most if not all Psychics or Clairvoyants are completely fraudulent.”
“What choice do we have. Yeah three hundred dollars is a big shot in the dark but what other options do we have?”
“If this doesn't work, you are paying me back every dime I chipped in plus interest,”
“I promise,”
When we shook hands, I hoped to whatever god was out there that Molly was legit. After we sent the money, the deal was sealed. I sent Molly a text saying that we sent the money and the only thing left to do was wait. The next morning Andre received a call from Molly and we talked to her on speaker phone.
“So I checked on your friend and she is in really bad shape but this is nothing I can’t accomplish,” Molly explained.
“That’s good to hear,” I said.
“I checked on you guys too and I like that Satchel Paige poster you have in your room Kendrick.”
I grew a bit concerned.
“Wait how did you know-
“It’s called Astral projection. I move around in spirit form,” Molly said.
“Okay?” Andre said.
“Give me some time to get all the hard stuff out of the way before we begin the rest of the process.”
“We?” I protested.
“I will need your help but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. I have to go now, I’ll update you soon.”
With that she hung up the phone.
“Well, we know she is legit!” I cried.
“Yeah that’s good to hear.”
“Well, let's take a break from this spiritual stuff and see what's on T.V,” I suggested.
When I turned on the flat screen television in the living room, there was Breaking News. The reporter said that Chelsea had escaped from the Mental Hospital that she was being held in. Police were looking for her and that she is very dangerous. Andre turned off the T.V.
“We need to go find her!” Andre said frantically.
“Are you nuts?” I countered.
“This could be-
BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!
“OPEN THE DOOR!” Our dad shouted.
We got up from the couch and opened the front door. Dad scrambled inside, slammed the door and locked it.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“That Chelsea girl chased me all the way from the store,” Dad panted.
BLAM! BLAM!
Chelsea threw herself against the door so hard that she managed to break completely through. She stood completely erect, her eyes were as red as polished rubies and a tiny black spot was stamped where her pupils should’ve been.
“Holy Fuck!” I yelled.
“She charged at my father, he landed a nice slug to Chelsea's jaw but it had little effect. She then swiped at him with her pointed fingernails. He dodged the swipe and ran in the kitchen. She chased after him but Andre threw himself at her and they both rolled across the floor. But Chelsea quickly gained the upper hand.
“Ab hoc loco!” A voice said.
I turned to my left and saw Molly standing in front of the front door. Molly began speaking in tongues again as she crawled towards Molly on all fours. Molly began her chating.
“Præcipio tibi in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, qui omnia hæc immunda relinquere domum. Glória Patri aeterno reliquis.”
Chelsea fell to the floor, covering her ears, withering in pain as she let out ear piercing echoing calls in Latin.
“ET ABIERUNT!!!”
Chelsea began shaking uncontrollably as her mouth looked as if it were being pried open. Her jaw opened as far as humanly possible and a huge puff of red smoke belched out of her mouth. The smoke formed into a strange humanoid creature. It was shaped like a scally hulk of a man with two bright white lights for eyes. The creature let out a fierce war cry as it flew out of the broken window in our living room never to be seen again. I stood there frozen in place, Andre lay on the floor staring wide eyed at Molly.
“Your welcome!” she snorted.
Dad crept out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife.
“Is it over,” he whimpered with golf ball sized eyes.
“It is no thanks to you,” I remarked.
Dad gave me a dirty look.
“So who wants milk shakes?” Asked Molly.
“MilkShakes?” Andre said.
“It’s how I reward myself after a case.” Molly explained.
“Yeah, I could use one, mixed with a shot of whiskey.” My Dad said.
“Then let’s go,” I said.
“Dad your buying,” said Andre.
“That, I don’t mind at all.”
THE END….
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2017.12.07 16:05 autotldr Manchester Arena bomber's friend found guilty of being Islamic State sniper

This is the best tl;dr I could make, original reduced by 50%. (I'm a bot)
Mohammed Abdallah, 26, from Manchester, travelled to Syria with three friends in July 2014.
Mohammed Abdallah spent two years fighting for the terror group in the Middle East before returning to the UK in September 2016 and was arrested at Heathrow Airport.
Speaking after the conviction, Head of North West Counter Terrorism Dominic Scally said: "The file itself and being able to attribute that to Mohammed Abdallah was a really important piece of evidence for us."
The younger of the Abdallahs - Abdalraouf - was shot and paralysed fighting in the conflict.
The battle-hardened brothers hatched a plan with their friends upon their return to Manchester to join IS. Mohammed Abdallah travelled from Manchester to the Middle East in the summer of 2014 with three other men from south Manchester - Nezar Khalifa, 27, Raymond Matimba, 28, and Stephen Gray, 34, who previously served with the RAF in Iraq.
During Mohammed Abdallah's three-week trial, jurors were shown an IS registration form containing his name, nickname, date of birth and nationality and previous experience which all matched.
Summary Source FAQ Feedback Top keywords: Abdallah#1 Mohammed#2 Fighter#3 Manchester#4 Abdalraouf#5
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2016.05.16 01:10 wolfman86 My Best Mate.

First post here, wouldnt mind a bit of advice to be fair...youre welcome to ask why I hung around with this guy for so long. This takes place over the course of 16 years, so apologies that its a bit vague in patches.
When I was 13, I joined the Air Cadets, and I met the guy who would ultimately become known as my best mate, Ill call him Steve. I should have noticed that he was a bit "off" growing up, he could barely control his rage at the PlayStation controller when the in game character wouldnt do what he said, he was put on a pedestal at Cadets, due to the fact that he had a mind that they could take and mold to what they wanted, then put him "in charge". He couldnt stand to lose or be in the wrong....
One night we went into town, Steve text a mutual friend asking for a lift home, friend nearly gets to the pick up point, then gets another text saying that he is no longer required. Two days later I find out that I am getting the blame for this, and I text him to pull him up on it, then toss my phone on my bedside table and go to bed, ten minutes later, it sounds as though my front door is getting attacked by a jack hammer, my mum opens it and he throws it wide open... he then tried to run up the stairs to get to me, only to be stopped by my dad. Who calmed him down and forced us to sort our shit out. He didnt know what was going on. I assumed it was nothing major.
The next summer, we went to Newquay, we'd driven for 14 hours in convoy, much of it in traffic. When we got to the campsite where we were staying, we sorted our stuff out and wanted to go to a local Morrisons for food and beer, so Tom, who was driving the lead car, got directions (To avoid traffic jams.) and we headed on our way. Ive never seen someone so wound up, because the drive to Morrisons was down windy lanes and longer than expected.
On the night we returned home, we went to a local pub, where we played a drinking game where the person sat next to you chose your drinks. He chose the heaviest lagers and ciders for me, and being young and stupid, I drank them. When we came to leave, I was pretty smashed. I sat in the back of his car and for some reason he was gonna drop me off last....when I was sick. Not nice. Ill admit. So I got out so as he could look, blabbing about how Id give him money....when he climbed back out of the car and hit me. Then got back in the car and drove off. Ten minutes later, he came back and hit me again. Then he knocked on the door to my parents house, asked my sister where they were, when she said that they were out he was about to leave, when I stumbled around the corner...So he ran up and hit me. Again. I ran across the road and back....when I got the bright idea to get my wheel brace out of my car. I ended up being held against the gateway by the throat, dropping the wheel brace....to smashed to do anything with it anyway. Then my mum and dad left the house opposite, and saw what was going down, so Im told, my dad ran across the road and hit him, in a "I hit him or he hits The Wolfman" moment....my neighbours, who had followed, sent us into our house, whilst they sorted things out. They later said "he was so wound up, we thought he was on drugs".
Other than the odd argument in a pub, cause someone didnt worship a certain football team, things were relatively uneventful for a while...once he chased a car down the motorway for "high beaming" him for being in the middle lane, kicked off at a copper for not indicating and a few other things, but thats about it. He met a girl and started house sharing with her, one night they had a house party and one of her brothers had a piss in his back garden, in view of his sister, and he flipped. I caught the tale end of it, as he was throwing bags into his car, kicked hers, then raced off. A couple of weeks later, Id moved abroad for a while, when I came back, theyd broken up, he'd been shouting and screaming on her front lawn, he'd been done for drinking and driving....and was seeing a therapist. And he really did seem to have grown up....his middle sister, Jo, had started dating our mutual friend Carl, we were out in town one night and his eldest sister, Karen started stirring trouble between Jo and Carl, which set him off again, and we were back to square one.
He nearly had a fight outside a kebab house, after which he kicked off at me for not standing up for him and got thrown out of a bar ....I dont know why. Once he got thrown out of a nightclub, by three bouncers, for arguing about there not being a sign saying not to stand on the stairs. Another time in a bar a friend had a fall and an old sports injury flare up and he screamed at the door staff so much I had to persuade them not to call the police. Anyway, having been thrown out of the bar, a girl flicked a cigarette at his sister, Jo, and got ash in her eye. The police and ambulance were called, and cause the police officer couldnt give an exact update on his sister, he lost his rag so badly he was put in the back of the police car, only being let out because two of our friends were "special constables" at the time.
Id started to reduce how much I saw of him when I was invited on a pub crawl with him and a mutual friend, Mac. He argued over a pool table, insulted a publican from another pub, I got thrown out whilst our mate had "a word" with him,insulted bar staff and couldnt appreciate why I liked the girl I liked - when we got a taxi to another part of town...we got out of the taxi and alls I remember is an argument and thinking "Ive fucking had enough of this...", so I got mad. He became sane whilst I was calmed down and Mac decided he'd had enough. Steve and I walked into town, him screaming at me all of the way. We got to a pub and I was gonna walk in, but he hit me, I went down, head landing near a curb. Got up and hit him....which was a terrible hit. Tried to walk in the pub and got told "No, youve been fighting". We walked across the road, still arguing, and I said "Lets go to Macs' house, anything Ive done in the last twenty minutes isnt as bad as what you have done over the course of the day.". Then he broke my nose. Then the police came over the bridge. I should have pressed charges, there was a witness and everything.....
Didnt see him for months, til I ran into Carl and Jo with Karen, who turned out to be with him. He "reached out" to me and asked what Id been upto, belittled or dismissed my responses, then kicked off at Carl when I didnt return the compliment. Then on Christmas Eve, I was in a pub with my parents and some mates, when Steve, Carl, Jo, Karen, the youngest sister Diane and one of his friends made a point of sitting opposite our booth. When we came to leave, he followed us...trying to wind my dad up. I dont know why. My mum told him to go back inside and leave it, things escalated (Im stood next to my dad.), and he hit my mum. WTF. Then three scallies came running out of the pub and one says "He's just hit a woman", and hit him. It would have been hilarious in different circumstances. Meanwhile, his sisters ganged up on mine. The cops came, he ran and acted like he was the one trying to contain it. We left. I dont know where this is at, currently.
But anyways....weeks later Im in a bar called The Castle, and I saw him, as I was buying my mate John a pint, I took the pint to John and chatted to my friend Ant....he comes walking up and says "Everyones laughing at your dad", leaves....comes back, "Everyones laughing at your dad", leaves....comes back, says some more stuff...I cant remember what. Turns to Ant and tells him what a terrible person I am, I said to Ant that I thought it was time for me to leave, went to get my coat from where my friends are sat, turn around and hes trying to get to me, screaming at me to leave....I currently have a restraining order against him, but this one works both ways. And I know that if Im in a bar and he shows up, he wont be leaving. Any advice? This currently looks like being a pain in the arse....
Edit; edited for clarity.
Edit 2; I forgot to say, we left a club one night, and two lads were having a fight....it was more strong words if anything, across the road, he went over saying that he was a police officer, sorted stuff out and left. Further up the road I told him that he was "a fucking idiot" and that he could have come off worse. I ended up with a black eye and getting my head banged against a plate glass window... somewhere in the middle of this argument, two lads that we had had some banter with earlier past us and he calmly explained that I was kicking off at him cause of something he had said to them. Also added a bit to the Christmas Eve bit.
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2015.12.14 05:05 indievidual I submitted a write up for DC/TYLS for another subreddit and thought you guys might like it too!

Music is much more than what you hear, it can be how you feel, think, and cope. I always felt like albums tell a story, and with Depression Cherry and Thank Your Lucky Stars the story has never been clearer. Victoria and Alex have a talent for creating a space where they can tell these tales without sacrificing artistic merit, in which they give their music plenty of time to breathe and grow. So It’s like this, imagine yourself at a chapel. You’ve never been more emotional as you are at this very moment. You’re very fond of this chapel, because it’s the place you got married in, (cue Levitation) you remember the sudden adrenaline you got on that day. Levitation is your psych up song for what comes next, it’s what lays the foundation for your entire day, and in the context of Depression Cherry, it’s what’s going to instantaneously remind you that you’re listening to a Beach House record. You remember thinking about your wife, (cue Majorette) who was one of the most exciting people you’ve ever met. The days you laid eyes on her at that dance back in High School, how you knew this was more than a coming of age fling, this was something special. She suddenly gave love a new meaning to you, the pulsating beat that plays in Majorette mirrored how your heart felt the moment you walked up to her to dance, and as she accepted and you both waltzed the night away you remember looking in her eyes and immediately feeling a spark. Sparks is, in my opinion, the most successful sonic recreation of emotion Beach House has been able to come up with. Sparks wailing guitar feels like the first time you and her kissed, after taking her to the movies and driving her home. She remembered how nervous you were but it didn’t matter because she was just as nervous, she felt comforted knowing someone made her feel this way and vice versa. Being here, in this crowded house of god, suddenly overwhelmed you with emotion and memories, one in particular was when you and her decided to drive up the coast for the weekend in the summer of 96’, (cue Space Song) you remember how cute she looked in her two piece, it was the first time you’ve ever seen her like that, it was euphoric and mesmerizing, and truly satisfying knowing this is the person you’re dating. You remember this warm fuzzy feeling you got when she told you she loved you that day, it was the first time it was said, but most importantly it was the first person you loved who wasn’t related to you. Space Song has the same overwhelming emotion that completely takes over the listener and takes them to a happier place, it isn’t a song for space but rather a song for time, and whether it takes you years back or years forward, you can’t help but feel vulnerable when it does. Of course, just like you remember the good times you remember the bad ones too, like that one night she called you on the phone and you couldn’t even understand her because she kept crying and crying. (cue 10:37) She was telling you how sick her dog had gotten, she’s had this dog since she was young, it was a bond that was a strong as the willpower she had, when she had to decide to put it down when the time came. You were there for her, everyone was, but she never found grief in that, only she could see the light at the end of the tunnel, she was just worried there would never be a light. The beauty behind 10:37 is in its melodic simplicity, it’s affair with silence was as guilty as it was necessary. She knew her dog had to be put down, she just never wanted it to happen. It was her first exposure to death, (cue Bluebird) she had not a clue on how to deal with the pain and agony of it, but she knew you would be there for her. In a literal sense, she was like a bluebird at this time because she was seemed so full of life but was hallowed due to the loss of someone who kept her whole, where was she going to go now? If there was (One Thing) she felt reassured, it was how much of an impact your presence had on her. One Thing is very similar to Sparks in that it’s one of Beach House most radically diverse tracks to date. It’s ‘in your face’ guitar riffs complimenting Victoria’s humbling yet intimate vocals created this reassurance she had of you, you see her at her best and her worst and in a way in solidifies the love you had for her. 11 months in this rollercoaster of love and happiness, and it finally happens. You remember it vividly because how can you not, it was the first time both of you had experienced pleasure like this, it was the most intimate way to love each other, it was more than sex, it was Beyond Love. Beyond Love has this hauntingly sexy tone that just feels like a love song in the most intimate way imaginable. What happens next is also unforgettable, (cue PPP) because the very next week she tells you that she’s pregnant. This girl, whom you’ve only seen for 11 months, is about to bear your child, and you couldn’t be any more excited for it. PPP has been known to stand for ‘Piss Poor Planning’ and although that wasn’t the message the band intended for the song it suits it very well within its lyricism. As Legrand sings about ‘it happening so fast, timing was perfect’, you can’t help but agree with her upon receiving the news. Breaking the news to both yours and her parents was the most excruciating experience of your very young life so far. Your mother, both angry and disappointed, she was a very hard person to please, and with the news that her youngest is going to have a child never panned out. She channeled her anger unnecessarily at your lover, she called her such heinous things (cue Common Girl) and tried to debunk everything you liked about her, but you didn’t care. You told your mother about everything you loved about her, (cue She’s So Lovely) and even through something like raising a child you never felt more sure of the person whose go to raise them with you. You never got upset at your mother, you understood why she was mad, you accepted life for what it was, something she couldn’t do because she always wanted the best for you, you were just upset that she could never see this was the best for you. This chapel was near and dear to your heart because this is where you baptized your child, you didn’t believe per say but your lover did. You remember the priest blessing your newly born baby boy and for a moment you felt like he was really protected from the world that was beyond those walls. Raising your boy was the one of the most fulfilling aspects of your life, (cue Elegy to the Void) you taught him everything you could and accepted him for who he was. He never let you down and you never let him down, you taught him how to ride a bike and he taught you the real meaning of parenthood. He went to you for advice on everything he could think of, he had his mother’s curiosity and he had your passion for seeking answers. You hoped he found the kind of love you found when you were his age. Elegy to the Void feels like an ohm to the black hole that is the human brain, in which all your memories are dumped into. You recall on these memories all the time because these help you understand and overcome obstacles and situations that may come along as you continue life in this strange world we live in. Being parents bore responsibility both financially and emotionally, you became the provider for your new family which in turn created stress on your relationship. (cue The Traveller) You’re gone a lot for work, you wish you could be at home with your boy and your lover but you know you have to provide for them in order to do so, and you may not like the 9 to 5 but it’s knowing you have them to look forward to at the end of the day that keeps you going. Sometimes it created problems, she wishes you were there to help raise your bundle of joy but she knew how important it was for you to work. The Traveller feels like Legrand’s way of getting the listener to open their eyes and see the problematic outcome that has occurred because of your choices, and when you finally acknowledge them it’s both heart wrenching and rewarding, because it finally aligns your priorities without having to sacrifice what you worked so hard to build and achieve. It’s finally happening, there you are standing at the alter witnessing your soon to be wife walking down the aisle, as radiant as ever. As she arrives at the altar, your baby boy comes along bearing the rings you’ve chosen to seal the love you’ve had for her all these years. As the priest asks for you to exchange vows, (cue All Your Yeahs) you forget what you’ve prepared carefully because you can’t help but feel amazed that is happening. All Your Yeahs is Scally and Legrand’s way of giving the listener something new, not instrumentally but rather in its vocal and melodic structure. It builds up to this perfect moment that pays off so beautifully it has you starting it from the beginning so you can feel it again and again. Just like when your wife said ‘I Do’ you wish you can replay and start it all over again, because it was worth it. It was worth the struggle of having to put up with both of your parents, and it was worth finding a job that could finally let you provide for your family. It was worth those long nights of getting your child to sleep so she can take a night off and rest. It was worth it, and when it was your turn, you had no hesitation saying “I Do” back. Wildflower is like the first kiss your shared as husband and wife, you couldn’t hold it in much longer, you grabbed her and kissed her harder than you ever had because you knew it all led up to it. Wildflower, in all of its innocence, is what reminds you off the kind of person you are and the kind of person you’ve chose to love. At the reception later, you felt a wave of nausea because you were scared of the first dance the bride and groom have in tradition. (cue Somewhere Tonight) you stayed up the night before practicing because you wanted it to go as smoothly as possible, at this point you knew she loved you for who you were but you wanted to be everything she could’ve hoped for and then some. Legrand’s lovely throwback to 80’s pop on Somewhere Tonight is the perfect first dance for anybody. It’s calming and fine-tuned sound alongside her breathy yet soul shattering vocals give the listener the utter craving of affection and desire to find someone to share a dance with. You remember it all too well, being in the same chapel you got married in today, except, that was 60 years ago. Today you’re here to mourn the passing of your wife. (cue Rough Song) you knew she wasn’t going to make it long after the diagnosis, but you didn’t let that stop you from enjoying every last moment you had with her. You promised to take her to see Niagara before she passed, and you did. You kissed her on the cheek when you walked up to see her lying there, others saw her lifeless, not you, you always saw the radiance she possessed ever since you met her at that dance in High School. Finally, as Days of Candy is playing, you reflect on everything you experienced, both with and without her, and yes these days of candy are gone, but they’ll surely never be forgotten. You kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear ‘the universe is riding off with you’, and you thank every lucky star you ever had that fate brought you two together. Being in the same place that celebrates love and death is jarring for most, but for you, being in this chapel was a reminder of the love and passion you had for someone all these years, a love that filled the room, a love that only you and her could ever understand. That’s the story I felt the Legrand and Scally were trying to say, it may be different for others, but for the most part the love and relatability is there. Thank you for Alex and Victoria, for putting every bit of heart and soul you have into everything you make.
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2015.12.12 21:49 Killatrap Album of the Year #12: Beach House - Depression Cherry/Thank Your Lucky Stars

Hello everyone, and welcome to today's installment of the Album of the Year series! Our good friend Indievidual is taking Beach House duty!
Artist - Beach House
Album - Depression Cherry/Thank Your Lucky Stars
Background by Indievidual
Beach House is the musical project of Baltimore natives Victoria Legrand and Alex Scally. Beach House’s rise to success was very gradual up until their release of their widely critically acclaimed 2010 album ‘Teen Dream’. Songs like ‘Zebra’, ‘Take Care’ and ‘Silver Soul’ put themselves center stage and they soon became an indie staple. Following Teen Dream was their 2012 release ‘Bloom’, which was also met with acclaim and further grounded them as one of the most creative and consistent bands of our time. As 2015 came about, we saw not only one but two new Beach House releases, each met with praise from fans both old and new. Depression Cherry, their first 2015 release was a much more stripped down version of the sound they nearly perfected, whereas ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars’ had elements that called onto their first two albums while still delivering something fresh and pleasing to the ear. With listeners ranging from Beyoncé to Tyler, The Creator, there was no doubt in the impact they continue to make with each new release.
Review by Indievidual
Music is much more than what you hear, it can be how you feel, think, and cope. I always felt like albums tell a story, and with Depression Cherry and Thank Your Lucky Stars the story has never been clearer. Victoria and Alex have a talent for creating a space where they can tell these tales without sacrificing artistic merit, in which they give their music plenty of time to breathe and grow.
So It’s like this, imagine yourself at a chapel. You’ve never been more emotional as you are at this very moment. You’re very fond of this chapel, because it’s the place you got married in, (cue Levitation) you remember the sudden adrenaline you got on that day. Levitation is your psych up song for what comes next, it’s what lays the foundation for your entire day, and in the context of Depression Cherry, it’s what’s going to instantaneously remind you that you’re listening to a Beach House record. You remember thinking about your wife, (cue Majorette) who was one of the most exciting people you’ve ever met. The days you laid eyes on her at that dance back in High School, how you knew this was more than a coming of age fling, this was something special. She suddenly gave love a new meaning to you, the pulsating beat that plays in Majorette mirrored how your heart felt the moment you walked up to her to dance, and as she accepted and you both waltzed the night away you remember looking in her eyes and immediately feeling a spark. Sparks is, in my opinion, the most successful sonic recreation of emotion Beach House has been able to come up with. Sparks wailing guitar feels like the first time you and her kissed, after taking her to the movies and driving her home. She remembered how nervous you were but it didn’t matter because she was just as nervous, she felt comforted knowing someone made her feel this way and vice versa.
Being here, in this crowded house of god, suddenly overwhelmed you with emotion and memories, one in particular was when you and her decided to drive up the coast for the weekend in the summer of 96’, (cue Space Song) you remember how cute she looked in her two piece, it was the first time you’ve ever seen her like that, it was euphoric and mesmerizing, and truly satisfying knowing this is the person you’re dating. You remember this warm fuzzy feeling you got when she told you she loved you that day, it was the first time it was said, but most importantly it was the first person you loved who wasn’t related to you. Space Song has the same overwhelming emotion that completely takes over the listener and takes them to a happier place, it isn’t a song for space but rather a song for time, and whether it takes you years back or years forward, you can’t help but feel vulnerable when it does. Of course, just like you remember the good times you remember the bad ones too, like that one night she called you on the phone and you couldn’t even understand her because she kept crying and crying. (cue 10:37) She was telling you how sick her dog had gotten, she’s had this dog since she was young, it was a bond that was a strong as the willpower she had, when she had to decide to put it down when the time came. You were there for her, everyone was, but she never found grief in that, only she could see the light at the end of the tunnel, she was just worried there would never be a light. The beauty behind 10:37 is in its melodic simplicity, it’s affair with silence was as guilty as it was necessary. She knew her dog had to be put down, she just never wanted it to happen. It was her first exposure to death, (cue Bluebird) she had not a clue on how to deal with the pain and agony of it, but she knew you would be there for her. In a literal sense, she was like a bluebird at this time because she was seemed so full of life but was hallowed due to the loss of someone who kept her whole, where was she going to go now?
If there was (One Thing) she felt reassured, it was how much of an impact your presence had on her. One Thing is very similar to Sparks in that it’s one of Beach House most radically diverse tracks to date. It’s ‘in your face’ guitar riffs complimenting Victoria’s humbling yet intimate vocals created this reassurance she had of you, you see her at her best and her worst and in a way in solidifies the love you had for her. 11 months in this rollercoaster of love and happiness, and it finally happens. You remember it vividly because how can you not, it was the first time both of you had experienced pleasure like this, it was the most intimate way to love each other, it was more than sex, it was Beyond Love. Beyond Love has this hauntingly sexy tone that just feels like a love song in the most intimate way imaginable. What happens next is also unforgettable, (cue PPP) because the very next week she tells you that she’s pregnant. This girl, whom you’ve only seen for 11 months, is about to bear your child, and you couldn’t be any more excited for it. PPP has been known to stand for ‘Piss Poor Planning’ and although that wasn’t the message the band intended for the song it suits it very well within its lyricism. As Legrand sings about ‘it happening so fast, timing was perfect’, you can’t help but agree with her upon receiving the news. Breaking the news to both yours and her parents was the most excruciating experience of your very young life so far. Your mother, both angry and disappointed, she was a very hard person to please, and with the news that her youngest is going to have a child never panned out. She channeled her anger unnecessarily at your lover, she called her such heinous things (cue Common Girl) and tried to debunk everything you liked about her, but you didn’t care. You told your mother about everything you loved about her, (cue She’s So Lovely) and even through something like raising a child you never felt more sure of the person whose go to raise them with you. You never got upset at your mother, you understood why she was mad, you accepted life for what it was, something she couldn’t do because she always wanted the best for you, you were just upset that she could never see this was the best for you.
This chapel was near and dear to your heart because this is where you baptized your child, you didn’t believe per say but your lover did. You remember the priest blessing your newly born baby boy and for a moment you felt like he was really protected from the world that was beyond those walls. Raising your boy was the one of the most fulfilling aspects of your life, (cue Elegy to the Void) you taught him everything you could and accepted him for who he was. He never let you down and you never let him down, you taught him how to ride a bike and he taught you the real meaning of parenthood. He went to you for advice on everything he could think of, he had his mother’s curiosity and he had your passion for seeking answers. You hoped he found the kind of love you found when you were his age. Elegy to the Void feels like an ohm to the black hole that is the human brain, in which all your memories are dumped into. You recall on these memories all the time because these help you understand and overcome obstacles and situations that may come along as you continue life in this strange world we live in. Being parents bore responsibility both financially and emotionally, you became the provider for your new family which in turn created stress on your relationship. (cue The Traveller) You’re gone a lot for work, you wish you could be at home with your boy and your lover but you know you have to provide for them in order to do so, and you may not like the 9 to 5 but it’s knowing you have them to look forward to at the end of the day that keeps you going. Sometimes it created problems, she wishes you were there to help raise your bundle of joy but she knew how important it was for you to work. The Traveller feels like Legrand’s way of getting the listener to open their eyes and see the problematic outcome that has occurred because of your choices, and when you finally acknowledge them it’s both heart wrenching and rewarding, because it finally aligns your priorities without having to sacrifice what you worked so hard to build and achieve.
It’s finally happening, there you are standing at the alter witnessing your soon to be wife walking down the aisle, as radiant as ever. As she arrives at the altar, your baby boy comes along bearing the rings you’ve chosen to seal the love you’ve had for her all these years. As the priest asks for you to exchange vows, (cue All Your Yeahs) you forget what you’ve prepared carefully because you can’t help but feel amazed that is happening. All Your Yeahs is Scally and Legrand’s way of giving the listener something new, not instrumentally but rather in its vocal and melodic structure. It builds up to this perfect moment that pays off so beautifully it has you starting it from the beginning so you can feel it again and again. Just like when your wife said ‘I Do’ you wish you can replay and start it all over again, because it was worth it. It was worth the struggle of having to put up with both of your parents, and it was worth finding a job that could finally let you provide for your family. It was worth those long nights of getting your child to sleep so she can take a night off and rest. It was worth it, and when it was your turn, you had no hesitation saying “I Do” back. Wildflower is like the first kiss your shared as husband and wife, you couldn’t hold it in much longer, you grabbed her and kissed her harder than you ever had because you knew it all led up to it. Wildflower, in all of its innocence, is what reminds you off the kind of person you are and the kind of person you’ve chose to love. At the reception later, you felt a wave of nausea because you were scared of the first dance the bride and groom have in tradition. (cue Somewhere Tonight) you stayed up the night before practicing because you wanted it to go as smoothly as possible, at this point you knew she loved you for who you were but you wanted to be everything she could’ve hoped for and then some. Legrand’s lovely throwback to 80’s pop on Somewhere Tonight is the perfect first dance for anybody. It’s calming and fine-tuned sound alongside her breathy yet soul shattering vocals give the listener the utter craving of affection and desire to find someone to share a dance with.
You remember it all too well, being in the same chapel you got married in today, except, that was 60 years ago. Today you’re here to mourn the passing of your wife. (cue Rough Song) you knew she wasn’t going to make it long after the diagnosis, but you didn’t let that stop you from enjoying every last moment you had with her. You promised to take her to see Niagara before she passed, and you did. You kissed her on the cheek when you walked up to see her lying there, others saw her lifeless, not you, you always saw the radiance she possessed ever since you met her at that dance in High School. Finally, as Days of Candy is playing, you reflect on everything you experienced, both with and without her, and yes these days of candy are gone, but they’ll surely never be forgotten. You kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear ‘the universe is riding off with you’, and you thank every lucky star you ever had that fate brought you two together. Being in the same place that celebrates love and death is jarring for most, but for you, being in this chapel was a reminder of the love and passion you had for someone all these years, a love that filled the room, a love that only you and her could ever understand. That’s the story I felt the Legrand and Scally were trying to say, it may be different for others, but for the most part the love and relatability is there. Thank you for Alex and Victoria, for putting every bit of heart and soul you have into everything you make.
Favorite Lyrics by Indievidual
“The first thing that I do before I get into your house
I'm gonna tear off all the petals from the rose that's in your mouth”
  • Beyond Love (DC)
“Tender is the night
For a broken heart
Who will dry your eyes
When it falls apart”
  • Space Song (DC)
“I hope, I feel, I know, A little bit of you will keep it close to me”
  • Days of Candy (DC)
“Shut the door she'll have no more another vodka cocktail party
Her story unravels like a ribbon in the windy distance”
  • Rough Song (TYLS)
“I was looking out of the window at the sky
Starless vigil of a life that has gone by
Saturn turning and I feel there's not much more
For a vision of the night turn off your light”
  • The Traveller (TYLS)
“And when they ask us
Are we happy inside
We're a rollercoaster
And yeah, we're a fire in the night”
  • All Your Yeahs (TYLS)
Talking Points
  • What's your favorite song on the record? What are your favorite lyrics?
  • Could both of these albums be the perfect conclusion for Beach House’s career i.e. if they were to break up right now would these albums summarize the legacy they leave behind?
  • What do you think about the very subtle shift in style from their last two releases?
  • And finally, where does it rank on your album of the year list?
Thanks again to Indievidual for the write up!
Thanks guys! Remember to be polite and respectful in discussion!
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2015.05.12 08:48 SillySturridge Memories Of Heysel, From A Liverpool Fan Who Was There.

This was taken from RAWK, and talks about one fans experience at the game where 39 Juventus fans died after a charge by Liverpool fans.
I might have waited until somewhere around the date of the event - but I didn't want this to get lost in the intervening time I suppose. Anyway, maybe it's interesting, maybe you'll hate it or maybe you won't. Here we go.
I wrote a piece about my experience of Rome 84 which can be found at .http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=314370.0 That was a prelude to what happened twelve months later. With the 30th anniversary coming up we should not let the events be forgotten or lost in recollecting sweeter anniversaries.
Many things have been said about Heysel, some true, some lies and some a cynical distraction away from some real material causes , but as with Hillsborough, the establishment wriggled their way out of any culpability. This is not to say some Liverpool fans were not responsible for what transpired, but the whole story has never been rigorously investigated. This my recollection of events and my experience , it is not a judgement on any one or a challenge to others views, it is simply my account.
After the semi , I think we’d played Chelsea in a Saturday morning kick-off and beaten them soundly, post-game we went back to my mates house to see if you could hire a mini bus for Brussels…there was a dozen so of us so it seemed the easiest way to get there and less hassle. It was hard work as there was a reluctance to rent to football fans , over the phone my mate using his best posh voice trying to convince the hire company we weren’t trouble said “ it’s not like we are the jeans and jacket brigade” !!!..where on earth he got that from we didn’t know and duly took the piss, however, it did secure the mini bus and is used in parlance by us some thirty years later to describe a dodgy crew “look, there’s the jean and jacket brigade!” To get tickets wasn’t easy either , the club wanted all the details of our travel arrangements, which was pretty futile as so many went without plans or tickets…but the club was aware of the potential for trouble after Rome. Without forward planning we made up an address from a street name in Bruges being our hotel, which the club accepted…..funny enough we found it in Bruges, a cake shop!
The plan was drive down to Dover Sunday night, get morning ferry over to Oostende, night there, then onto Bruges for the night , then off to Brussels Wednesday morning , grab a hotel , win the cup then head straight home Thursday.
Oostende was a uneventful … Bruges was better , more Reds and a party atmosphere in the bars, but a few things turned sower…we got split up and three lads never made it back to the hotel…we feared the worse, the jammy bastards had got off with some girls! .....thankfully they hadn’t! They had however been locked up for the night by the police for trying to shin up a flag pole in the main square to relieve a rather grand red banner. The following morning most of the banners in the square had been ‘relieved’.
Up to and including Bruges was a laugh, still some good anecdotes told to this day. Come the Wednesday and nursing hangovers we set off early as we needed to bag a hotel in Brussels for the night and settle in and on the ale…so far so good….then it all began to change.
We were all seasoned travellers , but it was an oversight which proved a blessing not to pre book a hotel in Brussels, we hit the city early morning but despite numerous stops in the centre and outskirts we couldn’t find a hotel with rooms or wanted us….things got a bit ratty…by the time we hit lunchtime we’d been driving around for ages and splits in what to do….so we drove out of Brussels and hit a town stopped for lunch, after much debating called the hotel we had been staying in in Bruges and booked to go back there for the night….drivers weren’t happy as they couldn’t drink, but it was only option...messing about like this wasn’t the best way to spend the day before a European Cup final but we finally parked up by the stadium around 4pm…so too late to head into town…we’d hadn’t ate or drank much so we all just headed for a bar near the ground…when we got there it was already very busy around the stadium and in bars…loads and loads of reds, loads pissed too….met up with some lads I knew and they said they’d been big kick offs with the Juve fans already and there where loads of them ..and us!….it was a big turnout.
You must realise there was huge amounts of bad feeling left over from Rome….Juventus fans were deemed the enemy and had a reputation themselves ( few years early they’d been major knifing incidents in Birmingham when they played Villa)….there was no sense of cordiality with opposition fans that had preluded 77,78 and 81. Revenge was in the air. It had a bad vibe.
I had my young brother with me so me and a few mates decided best to get in early rather than spend more time in a worsening atmosphere….I think we went in about 6’ish….really early for us…there where thousands still outside and no doubt still heading from central Brussels…we approached the ground.
Up to the eighties British stadiums where pretty poorly maintained ( Bradford had only just happened),….walking up behind our end I noticed how old and for a major stadium how ramshackle it looked much worse than any in the UK. It was hard work getting in, Police at turnstiles taking flag poles away but just throwing them on the muddy ground by the turnstiles, really hazardous to get in , but we did…., When I got in I reacted probably the same way every other Liverpool fan did….what the fuck where Juventus fans doing in our end?....it was incomprehensible…they would get one end , we the other , with a stand each?….but they had given them half of our end!!...we were furious..( as it turned out each end half the tickets went on local sale, but with a large Italian immigrant population the vast majority found their way to Juventus hands)….this created a bad feeling, the end was sectioned off by chicken wire and metal fencing…but no ‘neutral zone’ so fans were up against each other….we took ourselves to the opposite side ….it wasn’t full but it was filling up quickly.
We found ourselves against an old style barrier made of old exposed aggregate concrete…my mate lent against it and it wobbled…when he moved away , the rust from the internal reinforcement bars exposed by broken bits of the barrier was all over his shirt. This was an national stadium holding the biggest club football match in the world, with two of the biggest supported clubs…….and you could wobble the crash barrier with you hand.
The atmosphere was turning bad pretty quickly….I can’t recall exact series of events , but there was trouble happening in the Juve end…flairs on the pitch, fans running on the pitch…. I recall a Liverpool fan getting legged down the running track by some Juve…they looked like they were doing the 100m , he was a fat lad….but escaped…we all laughed…not for long.
While we stood around waiting .. I noticed to me left an unusual bunch…about a dozen Standard Liege Skinheads, real Nazi looking types…wtf where they doing here?
With well over an hour before Kick-off , the ground seemed full which even for a major final was unusual….there had been a constant barrage of stuff being thrown between us and them at our end and some Liverpool fans must have had tickets in the Juve half and where getting attacked in the bottom corner by front…some reds tried to help by pulling at the barriers to get in…this escalated and the fencing soon fell away…the reds surged to the Juve fans not all reds only a few hundred…there was some stand off by them , not much though and Reds moved quickly into their half, understandably the majority of the Juve tried to get away from the trouble, but the ones at the back had nowhere to go.
I , we, watched it unfold from the other side…you could see them concentrated in the corner…then a dull sickening rumble and thud…..and they fell.
As they say in moments like that , it appears in slow motion…I can recall the immediate moments afterwards people running around on the track trying to help, people stuck in amongst the crush of bodies , arms free , pleading for help…I don’t recall there was much noise…we watched ..in horror….. I remember turning to a mate and saying “ People have died there”.
I can’t recall much after that, but I must have been in shock, like everyone else…at some point and I’m not sure when we decided to leave, …..but the problem was we were split up from the others….and not even sure they were in the ground….we went to the back of the stand where large holes had been kicked…kicked! …into the concrete panel fencing it was that decrepit. We walked out the stadium and into grass area behind…people where just wandering around not sure what to do…we walked back to the Mini bus and hung about…no one turned up….so we set off back to the stadium at this point most of the fencing had come down…you could walk in and out…no police no stewards….we couldn’t find our mates… ….by word of mouth news many had died…you just knew…. I think 2 hours had passed since it started and we heard the game was on. I couldn’t believe it…but with no sign of our mates we couldn’t think of what else to do but stay in ground and watch the game…
The game? It’s not worth commenting on that, it was a disgrace it was played and if Juve hadn’t won, we would never have been able to celebrate it or even recognise it. It was a whole lot of wrong…strangely enough people got into the game, I think to stop the horrific thoughts of what had happened and what was still going on….everyone in that stadium was in shock..but still, a shameful 90 minutes for all those involved who sanctioned it to go ahead.
We left soon as we could and on the way out I walked past four Chelsea fans rolling up a Union Jack……I know they were Chelsea fans cos they were skins ( you just didn’t get Scousers dressed like that in 85)..and the flag had Chelsea on it….this like the bizarre Standard Liege Skin head fans present, isn’t the figment of my imagination or warped memory. I'm not linking them to what happened ,but it was strange.
We got back the mini bus and eventually everyone appeared…I think all confused and in shock what had happened, but we all had one thought. Get out of Belgium before it all kicks off. We drove straight from Brussels to Oostende for a ferry in the early hours… and where waived through onto without any passport checks etc. on ( I think) the last ferry before the crackdown began. It was rammed…all Liverpool, sleeping in doorways, everywhere… a silent journey.
Once at Dover we headed home, a brief stop off for breakfast , picking up the English papers , reading the full horror..and as back home as quick as we could. A horrible depressing journey.
When I got home , I was devastated, everything I had loved and enjoyed being a Red my whole life felt like it had come crashing down. No shame in admitting it, I cried… for the deaths…for the tragedy but if I’m really honest….for us, for what it meant to my beloved Liverpool.
What followed was painful and hard to take….the reaction was to be expected… there was no real arguments at the time…mea culpa. But with time and emotions passed the brain took over, yes it was terrible and the actions of those Liverpool fans clearly led to the deaths on innocent people, but questions began to form…why where Juve in our end? Who organised that, surely they knew about Rome and the bad feeling?….the ground was a disaster waiting to happen?....what on earth where the authorities doing to put together to sets of fans where trouble was likely…Peter Robinson knew it, but he was on the defensive. No one was going to think in a balanced way on this…….the fences came up.
I have a very strong opinion , that if the charge hadn’t happened….even if it was all Liverpool in that end, we would have be faced with a disaster. The Stadium was crumbling. At the time of the tragedy that end was 90% full….it was ages before the kick-off…thousands of Liverpool fans where still outside, even those without tickets would have got in, that end wouldn’t have coped. I firmly believe a disaster was waiting to happen. Weeks later a lad I know, a real scally said he was outside when it happened, as was most of the ‘crew’, it wasn’t even the nutters who caused it, which is evident from the background of those arrested and charged.
There is also very important thing to remember here, what happened at Hesyel was the nadir of English fans violence in Europe that had took place for over a decade, partly clubs but mostly England football fans. The fact that it was us with a pretty good record considering we took more fans across Europe over a longer period than anyone else made it even more incomprehensible, more painful. The banning of English football Clubs was a result of a decade of violence in Europe , that is why English Clubs got banned, otherwise it would have just been us. This was accepted across the board at the time. Disappointment at Everton, Norwich etc. but everyone understood the collective guilt. …it would take ten years, a few relegation battles before the deaths of people could be used as propaganda by others to explain their own misfortune and use it as a disgusting cheap taunt to provide some with of perverse sense of moral superiority for decades to come.
‘Heysel’. It’s part of our history and should never be forgotten or ignored. 12 months after Heysel we were celebrating one of the best seasons ever and joy abounded and the same lads I went to Belgium with had one of the best funniest weekends away in London for the final ever . A lingering regret is that one of if the not the greatest teams Liverpool ever produced from 86 to 90 never had the chance to demonstrate this across Europe.
The memories of '85 will live we me forever, as will ’84 . But If I write another one like this , it will be about another European Cup Final trip some twenty years later…and that one will have; no trouble, amazing journey, loads and loads of laughs and a massive happy ending!!
For the 39.
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2015.01.26 13:25 ScallyCap12 Scally Sums It Up: Metal Gear Solid 4

Metal Gear Month continues!
Wake up and smell the high definition! Metal Gear is back and it’s got big, shiny graphics. I bet you can’t wait to play as Solid Snake again after two games and ten years of fucking about with some of these other dickweeds. Fine, you can stop bitching you big baby. Here’s your fucking Solid Snake playable character, except now he’s a chain-smoking octogenarian with a mustache like a child rapist. The legendary soldier and hero of three and a half badass action games now has the character model of a guy who sells tractors down the road from “Jimbo and Elmer’s Gas n’ Gulp”. Keep whining and Kojima will make you play as Rosemary.
In 2014, Snake and Otacon have settled down into gay fatherhood after adopting (read: “kidnapping”) the daughter of Olga Gurlukovich and giving her the traditional Russian name Sunny Emmerich. Don’t get too cutesy yet, because she ain’t no Clementine. Besides having a creepy rubber doll face, Sunny isn’t allowed to go outside so she has to spend all her time hanging out with the charismatic playboys Snake and Otacon, leaving her almost as emotionally stunted as they are. In her defense, the “outside” of a C-17 is usually a 30,000-foot death plunge, so maybe “inside” is the healthier option.
Anyway, so Team Snake is spanning the globe hunting down Liquid Ocelot, formerly Revolver Ocelot until the grafted right arm of Liquid Snake took over Ocelot’s brain and forced him to turn heel on the Patriots and start a PMC coup d’etat. You see, he’s trying to get ahold of the living body of the long-dead superterrorist Big Boss so he can use his biometrics to access the ubiquitous military nanomachine AI network, and only your wrinkled, busted ass has the balls big enough to stop him. Oh yeah, remember how the story of this series is complete bullshit in the best possible way? Well, buckle your shit in because MGS4 just removed the fucking limiters.
As you cough and tremble your way through this merciless suicide mission, you also get to kick it with some bros you haven’t seen in a hot minute, like Campbell and Meryl and Johnny Sasaki a.k.a. “that guy who had diarrhea at Shadow Moses”. It’s a veritable “who’s who” of former cast members, swinging through for their last hurrah before the plot has a chance to collapse in on itself. And joining them is a sparse handful of pretty rad bros, including the aforementioned Sunny, the B&B Corps, and motherfucking Drebin. Drebin the gun launderer, like everyone else who travels the world with a bald, smoking, Speedo-wearing monkey, is the absolute shit. You’ll need every bullet he sells you because, as per usual, these boss fights are no fucking joke:
If it seems like I’m less hype about most of the bosses in MGS4, specifically the B&B Corps, it’s because I kind of am. They don’t stand up next to the parade of balls-out lunacy that’s been the boss catalogue of the Metal Gear Solid series. The fights themselves are as fantastic as ever, each unique within the context of the game and appropriate for the setting in which they appear, but the characters themselves are just mentally destroyed generic crazy hot chicks, and are only ever described by Drebin of all fucking people, who throws out a little backstory over the codec and then fucks off back to his day job or whatever. The stories themselves are incredible, but once they’re done you’re just like “Okay whatever, back to work I guess.”
There have been more than a few gameplay changes, like the introduction of Drebin’s Shop, where you can sell all the duplicate guns you rip off of your enemies’ corpses and use the points to have Otacon FedEx you truckloads of weaponry in the heat of battle. It turns the combat into a sort of stealth-based “Kill Confirm” that works nicely with third-person combat that’s massively improved over Snake Eater’s smoking garbage catastrophe of a shooting system. I couldn’t get the hang of CQC this time around, but you have so many options for most situations that you can easily hotswap between two or three gameplay styles and bin the rest. Most of the time I was just headshotting every motherfucker I saw, then selling their pants to Drebin for a crate of silencers.
You’ll probably see a lot of haters talking mad shit about how MGS4 is just a 16-hour movie. They’re half right because holy goddamn fuck is there a lot of cutscene to wade through, but it’s all shot so well that I couldn’t stop watching. The scripted action sequences are mind-blowing, especially whenever Raiden’s bishi ass is on screen. At this point in my journey, I needed to know how this nonsense bullshit fairytale story ends, and let me tell you straight up without ruining anything that I pretty much get it now. Maybe I don’t get all the details, like why the fuck Ocelot isn’t bending bullets with warlock magic anymore, but I’m 80% confident that I can recall the broad strokes.
Well, that about wraps it up. Thanks for enduring this travesty of a writing series and helping me power through what was surely going to be a colossal test of will on my part. It turned out to be endlessly enjoyable, and I’m happy to call myself a huge fan of the series waiting with bated breath for the next big installment. And as for my final conclusion of this series as a whole: the story is fantastic but pure convoluted batshit insanity from start to finish, the world is exquisitely crafted, the gameplay rides the bleeding edge of innovation, the characters are eternally memorable, and best of all there’s more to come. So keep your eyes open for the next one. I know I’ll be there, day and date, to hype it up for you.
Metal Gear Month concludes.
I'm always looking for requests! Here's what I have coming up, in no particular order:
  • Puella Magi Madoka Magica
  • Trigun
  • Neon Genesis Evangelion
  • Skullgirls
  • Cowboy Bebop
  • Samurai Champloo
  • Space Dandy
  • Deadly Premonition (Delayed)
  • JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Delayed)
  • G Gundam (Delayed)
  • Kuroko no Basuke (Delayed)
  • Persona 3 (Very Delayed)
  • Bayonetta 1 and 2 (Delayed)
  • The Wonderful 101 (Delayed)
  • Sword Art Online (Delayed)
  • Log Horizon (Delayed)
  • Fist of the North Star (Delayed)
  • Code Geass (Delayed)
  • Dilbert
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2014.02.04 00:52 SweetNyan /r/AskMen want you to know that they hate women who speak in AAVE

This might be low hanging fruit since its an MRA sub, but they're known for being misogynistic not misogynistic and racist so I thought it would be okay.
So OP wants to know if the men there write off women who speak in AAVE. The men of Reddit respond:
Yeah, unless they're joking around or being ironic. I also write off women who speak/act like trailer trash or hicks.
A dialect is only good for mocking!
Yes, I do. I'm a black guy and I know how to speak convincing ebonics if I want to, but people who speak ebonics as a primary are usually really ghetto, and most of the ghetto people i've been around aren't people who i'd tend to associate with.
Thank god for this black guy reinforcing Reddit's prejudices. If a black guy says it, its okay!
Improper English tends to be a turnoff yes. I understand slang, or accents, that's fine. But continuously butchering the English language is fairly un-attractive. Similar scenario would be someone with an overdone Southern, Jersey, or Boston accent.
AAVE is 'improper' English, apparently. Thousands of linguists (myself included) just facepalmed.
Speaking in Ebonics is terrible, I can barely deal with it for a few minutes or a day, I couldn't imagine having to deal with it every day from a significant other.
Black dialect hurts this guy's ears, apparently. Totally not racist, he just hates black voices, not black people.
Ultimately ghetto culture and (all that goes with it) doesn't appeal to me at all, and the same goes for chav/scally/ned culture in the UK and their other global equivalents, but education, or at least curiosity/perceptiveness and a desire for self betterment certainly do.
This is so full of dogwhistle racism I don't even known what to say. They're pretty much avoiding saying they don't want to date black people by saying 'ghetto culture' instead of 'black culture' and 'ebonics' instead of 'black speech'.
That dialect isn't associated with the type of people I want to talk to, and I don't mean blacks here. I mean ghetto people.
He doesn't mean blacks, you guys! He's okay with black people as long as they talk white.
I'm surprised nobody has been accused of being racist yet.
I actually really like askmen because it doesn't devolve into that irrelevant ad hominem crap so easily as other subreddits. Just a bunch of dudes being brutally honest.
Yes, white dude. 'Racism' is just an insult that should be discredited as a logical fallacy.
The thread gets better as you go down ironically, as people are coming in to talk about academic concepts and being downvoted or ignored. There's a whole bunch of other shit, though. I haven't really even scratched the surface. In the interest of cooperation with our meta friends, here's a plug to the /badlinguistics thread, for more meta tongue clicking goodness.
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2013.06.08 03:49 max_pretzel Bloom by Beach House. Themes of nostalgia and anticipation soaked in dreamy, ethereal pop music.

Artist: Beach House
Album: Bloom
Genre: Dream pop
Length: 60 minutes
Release Date: 15 May, 2012
Beach House is a dream pop duo from Baltimore, comprised of vocalist/keyboardist Victoria Legrand and guitarist Alex Scally. They formed in 2004 and released their self-titled debut in 2006 to modest success within the indie music community. Devotion and Teen Dream followed in 2008 and 2010, respectively, skyrocketing Beach House to the forefront of contemporary ambient/dream pop music. The group is well known – amongst other things – for the beauty of Victoria Legrand’s vocals, which often cover up the fact that the lyrics she is singing are not always particularly deep or impressive. They are able to compose music that feels somehow nostalgic, though you may be listening to it for the first time. For me personally, the track Wishes has the most nostalgic feel and brings back memories of late-night beach outings from when I was younger. You’re sure to find a song (or many songs) that give you that sense of reminiscence and sentimentality.
The vocals and guitars complement each other perfectly on Bloom, playing off each other and giving each other a new depth and meaning. They punctuate each other and give each track a long, drawn-out and layered feeling in a very subtle yet masterful way. Legrand and Scally crafted this album with the intensions of having all the songs flow together and I would say they had their hopes met. The tracks on here don’t just feel like a collection of songs, they all fit perfectly together. This is a good thing, but there are certainly some drawbacks; for instance, it means that it may take awhile for each song to “pop” with the listener and claim its own distinct place in one’s mind. However, once the sonically and cosmically gorgeous tracks show their individual high-points, it’s as if one is rediscovering the album right after listening to it, making Bloom quite literally the gift that keeps on giving.
The Hoursbegins with a sample of seagulls (quite fitting for a band named Beach House, eh?) and then immediately paves way for a minimalist explosion into a pulsating synth-dominated piece. Always consistent – which is another word perfectly describing this album’s mood – is the balance between Legrand’s contralto vocals and Scally’s spectral guitar strums. The almost-personalized intimacy of Beach House’s later releases (it felt as if Legrand was singing directly to you) is nowhere to be found on this album, but it’s such a small detraction that it doesn’t really take much away from anything.
Despite the lyrics being fairly plain and dull at times, they can occasionally encapsulate the feel of the entire album. “It’s a strange paradise,” sings Legrand on closing track Irene. This may be the single most appropriate lyric to describe the mood of Bloom, because it is strange, and it sure as hell is a paradise.
Additional review
Youtube video - Wishes
Grooveshark playlist
Album download (Physical)
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