2021.12.08 09:53 Geisterdunst I tried plant online shopping for the first time and I'm happy with my new plants :)
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2021.12.08 09:53 Macoko44 Réseau WIFI
Bonjour à tous,
J'ai une question dont je ne trouve pas forcément de bonne réponse sur Internet, j'espère que vous pourrez me donner votre avis.
Est-ce que pour vous le réseau WIFI-INVITE doit contenir un mot de passe et si oui doit-il être complexe ou simple ? Bien sûr partant du principe que celui ci n'est pas sur le même VLAN et donc écarter du réseau principal.
Merci d'avance pour vos réponses. ^^
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2021.12.08 09:53 vg_couso Láser de la NASA para revolucionar las comunicaciones espaciales
Desde siempre la NASA ha usado ondas de radio para comunicarse con sus astronautas y misiones espaciales. Son fiables pero ahora las misiones son más complejas, recopilan más datos que antes y las ondas de radio se han quedado desfasadas y es por ello que la NASA está estudiando usar el láser.
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2021.12.08 09:53 -en- @AP: Virus update: • Pfizer: Tests suggest boosters may protect against omicron. • Poland, European nations fight virus surge. • Norway caps indoor gatherings to 10 people. • Louisiana court to hear pastor’s case against virus charges. More coverage: https://t.co/NaUKEseZoO
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2021.12.08 09:53 DacianGoddess What do you guys think about this blouse? 🤔
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2021.12.08 09:53 BeautifulLoserGirl The Spinner
I don’t know if this is the right place to tell my story, but my wife thought it’d fit here, it’s interesting and also not that well known. I grew up in a small town in the south of Sweden. I’ve purposefully decided not to tell you exactly where this takes place. But the people that lived in this area during these years are going to recognize this very well. Also, forgive me if the English isn’t that good, it’s not my first language.
It was in the early eighties I first heard of ”The Spinner”. The nickname was old even then. I think it’s hung on since the sixties when it was built, and it fitted so well it was called Spinner until it was demolished a few years ago. In 1983 I was twelve years old and the most interesting thing to talk about in school was that junky house behind the mall, sometimes called The Grey Tower but more often The Spinner or just Spinner.
The original owner sold the house to the state in 1972. It’s rumoured at a low price. Some say he just donated the house and then completely disappeared. It’s hard to separate the rumours from facts in this case. It’s said the people living there moved out quickly, one by one, until the house was empty. Why no one wanted to live there is still unclear. None of them wants to talk to me about it. I’ve found documents saying the state planned to create a living space for people with alcohol and substance abuse, and they decided Spinner was the perfect place. The patients was in their last state of rehabilitation and was offered an apartment and a communal job, like cleaner, truck driver or substitute teacher, everything just to make them functioning members of society again. Maybe it was good for some people, but all in all it seems this plan didn’t work out.
In 1979 someone got the idea to also let mentally ill people move in, as a part of the same adaptation tactic. The house was already in bad shape, but four years later it was a disaster. Sometimes I feel bad for them, I think they could’ve made something better. They could’ve, for a relatively low price, built something much better for these people. But maybe they did their best. I guess money doesn’t grow on trees after all. Maybe they actually thought it was a good thing back then.
I remember the woods behind the house, completely covered in trash. Rumours said kids found used syringes, touched them and got aids. I never saw any needles but one time I found something I later identified as a bong. Most of the parents forbid their kids to go close to Spinner and of course it made the house an adventure for us. I remember one time when me and some friends walked past it and noticed a man lying lifeless on the pavement in front of the entrance. He had a blemish on his arm, I think. The memories are blurry but I’m sure he was laying completely still. We just stared at him for a while before walking away.
Another time, at night, I was biking alone past Spinner and noticed a young woman behind the entry doors (made of glass). She threw herself between the walls and screamed for help. I could hear every word through the doors. It’s like I can still hear her when I think back. She sounded desperate, terrified, like she was completely lost in a state of panic. I couldn’t see anyone else, not inside or outside, but I was too scared to slow down so I just took off. There were even worse stories going around, stories about murder and even worse things, but I don’t know if it was true or not.
After a while, the state must’ve heard something because in the late eighties all the people living there were transported away somewhere until the house was completely empty. Around that time I saw the inside for the first time.
I feel I should try to describe Spinner. It was built around a central pole of cement, with a elevator built in and a narrow, not often used staircase spinning up, floor by floor. On the outside it looked like a wide, cylinder shaped tower without balconies. Someone, once upon a time, must’ve thought it looked modern but I always thought it looked awful. Lichen and mold had slowly taken over the fasade, and even in my oldest memories it looked like the house was constantly crying bitter, black tears.
The weird architecture left many people confused. It was about eight stories high and had around one hundred apartments, which should make it about thirteen/fourteen stories high. Also, all the apartments were on different levels, like a puzzle, which made it hard to even count the stories. We had fun trying to count, and then going around to another side to count again, always getting a different answer. Some found this hard to accept. We just thought it was a fun detail. But we never understood how it could differ from eight to fifteen stories, just depending on where you were standing and who was counting.
Most people had to walk a bit up or down the staircase after exiting the elevator to get to their apartment. It always made them confused about which floor they actually lived on or where they got off. They got lost all the time. Walked the wrong way from the elevator or suddenly found themselves on the wrong floor without knowing how they got there. If you walked more than a couple of floors up the spinning stairs all the doors started to blend together, looking like the same door over and over again. Sometimes, when the elevator didn’t work, when people had to walk all the way up to their floor, they walked past their own door and not noticed it until they, completely exhausted, reached the black metal door leading up to the roof.
Mostly kids tried to break in at the time when it was abandoned, and me and my friend Per decided to check out the thing everyone was talking about. They said a girl in ninth grade, who spent the night in Spinner, went crazy. They said it was full of syringes and piss and shit and things you could die from inside. They said people disappeared in Spinner. But what tempted us was the rumors that there was some apartments high up that’d been left untouched since everyone moved out. That no one dared to go that high up. For the record, we were not criminals. We’d never done anything worse than walking at a red light. But for some reason we thought of ourselves as gangsters, I don’t know why, but we thought it was a good idea to break in. It felt so exciting and totally safe since no one lived there anymore. No adults seemed to care about Spinner either. We never went that far up the stairs though. We had gone a few floors up and explored a destroyed apartment filled with graffiti and trash when we heard solid footsteps from the apartment above us. Already terrified we just ran out of the apartment and down the stairs. It felt like we ran at least ten floors down until we saw the lights of the entry.
I’ve looked through some documents, and people actually disappeared during that time. I’ve read about a case where a twelve year old boy explained he lost his friend inside of Spinner and the friend was never found after that. The house was searched, but nothing.
Not long after that I moved to a different city, and didn’t come in contact with my home town until many years later when my daughter (let’s call her Anna) decided she wanted to study there. Over the summer we helped her find somewhere to live, and that’s when I saw it, in a blanket from her future university. The house was renovated and painted light blue, but there was no doubt. It was Spinner. I was surprised they even bothered to renovate such a wreck, but even more surprised they made it into apartments for students. It made me feel sick and I tried to ignore it for a few weeks, but the school start came closer and Anna still hadn’t found an apartment, so we called and asked and she got an apartment right away. I thought about joking and telling her the spooky stories I’d heard about the house, but chose not to. I felt the pressure of moving away from your parents was already a heavy thing.
We helped her move in and it felt so weird to walk up that staircase again. They’d painted the walls in an orange/pink colour. It went well and we said goodbye to her and drove home.
Later the same night Anna called us and wanted to come home. Her mom comforted her and said it’s natural to feel this way but you have to get through it. Eventually they hung up. My wife told me Anna heard weird noises, she didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, so I tried to seem un bothered as well.
A few days later it seemed better. Anna told us people ”ran in the stairs” at night and still some weird noises but she was getting used to it.
A few months passed by. One day when we talked over the phone she told me something disturbing. She said one of her neighbours, just a few doors away, had disappeared. The police asked her a few questions. This was before I’d read the files about people disappearing, so I just tried to calm her down. The next day she called again and talked to my wife. Now someone had been beaten up badly a few floors down. Many people, including Anna, had heard it happen but she’d just thought they were arguing and she didn’t think much of it. Just a few hours later she called again. It was in the middle of the night and I had to focus to understand what she was saying through the sobbing. When I understood what she was talking about I froze. Someone had banged like crazy on her front door, screamed they were going to kill her. She said she had no idea who it was and that she’d called the police but they’d told her they couldn’t do anything if he wasn’t inside of her apartment.
A chill ran down my spine when I realised she talked about something that was happening right now as we spoke. I told her I’d call the cops and drive to her immediately. I think I screamed at an innocent dispatcher while I grabbed my jacket and rushed out to my car, but she was calm and understanding and promised to send someone over as soon as possible.
The drive was awful. When I got there the cops had arrived. They said no one had been outside when they came. Anna was devastated, but fell asleep with tears running down her face in the car on our way home. She never wanted to go back there.
Later, I went back to Spinner to get all her stuff and could see the house already looked much older than when she moved in. Just carrying her things the eight meters up the staircase to the elevator made me feel uneasy. Anna talked about weird sounds, but at that time it was completely quiet. Especially for a building filled with students.
On my way home I stopped at a grocery store to buy food and saw someone I recognized. It took awhile to figure out who he was: Per. He had a long beard and dirty clothes, but except for that, he looked almost like he did twenty years ago. When I came up to him I immediately smelled alcohol on him. We started talking over a coffee. He told me he never got out of this town and said he’d never had a real job and gone in and out of rehab. Then he said something that actually made me mad. He said everything bad in his life started when I left him alone inside of Spinner. I didn’t understand anything, I remembered we ran out together. But he claimed I’d ran away from him and he couldn’t find the way out. He’d ran down, floor by floor. He could swear he’d ran down more floors than we’d gone up. When he ran he’d seen things.
Inside of the apartments he passed, silhouettes in front of windows in dark rooms. Shadows moving under the doors. And the voices. He’d heard people talking in the abandoned apartments. When he’d been in rehab, he’d heard the same voices again. It was the incoherent mumbling of someone with schizophrenia, you know, people who’ve completely lost touch with reality, he said. After some time he’d turned around and ran back up and he could swear he’d reached the entry from below. Like he’d been in a basement.
I’d just been in Spinner and I knew it didn’t have a basement. I made up an excuse and left the cafeteria. The last thing he told me was that he thought it was a bit sad that we never even talked after that night. I mumbled something unsure, but I was angry. Sure we had. Like I remember we’d just grown apart in the years that followed. I tried to remember a time we hung out after what happened in Spinner, but I couldn’t remember. Maybe he was right.
When at home, I decided to google ”Spinner”, and got one relevant result. It was a thread discussing abandoned houses and urban exploration. One girl wrote about Spinner. She said she got lost inside and couldn’t find a way out for hours. Someone teased her for it. How could she get lost in a house with just a staircase? he asked. She couldn’t explain it. A third person wrote he’d never go in there after everything that's happened, the murders and people disappearing. No one’s written anything for over a year, so I just left it here.
Recently I drove past my old neighbourhood. Everything looked the same, but one thing was different. After a few other violent events and disappearances Spinner was shut down and then demolished. Now there was just a big empty asphalt parking lot behind the mall. I shivered. Even though the sun was shining, I felt like a shadow fell over me. I looked up at the tree tops, at the sky, where Spinner had leaned over everyone that came close. Then I got inside my car and drove off.
(All credit to Ola Larsarp and Creepypodden i P3 for this story. Thanks for reading!)
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2021.12.08 09:53 FunkyBiblophile28 Can anyone please give me context here 🥲
2021.12.08 09:53 ZigarrenNebel31 Ständige Müdigkeit und Erschöpfung?
Moin, ich leide seit einem Monat irgendwie an überdurchschnittlicher Müdigkeit und Erschöpfung und es geht mir langsam auf die Eier, weil ich weniger produktiv bin und über die Hälfte des Tages nur auf dem Boden/Bett liege.
In letzter Zeit kann ich auch nur sehr schlecht einschlafen und auf Kaffee muss ich seit neuestem verzichten, weil es mich irgendwie panisch und ängstlich macht.
Hat jemand von euch vielleicht Tipps, durch die man schnell wach, bzw. weniger müde wird?
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2021.12.08 09:53 ApricotHistorical449 The mental prison
2021.12.08 09:53 cccmwoi Nourriture.
Aujourd’hui je me suis encore prise la tête avec mes parents en raison de la nourriture. C’est pas nouveau pour moi mais j’ai un trouble du comportement alimentaire et juste l’écrire ça me brise le coeur. Depuis petite c’est ma mère qui cuisine, elle cuisinait très gras et absolument pas sainement entrainant une prise de poids global de toute la famille. Rajoutant à ça des problèmes au niveau de l’école de mon côté je me réfugiais dans la nourriture. C’est à ce moment là que ma mère a décidé de faire un régime entraînant toute la famille dedans. J’avais 14ans. Aujourd’hui j’en ai 17 et j’ai perdu 15 à 20kg j’en suis très contente mais à cause de ça j’ai direct été privé de toutes gourmandises et presque toute la nourriture en soit. J’allais jamais au fast food je ne me faisais jamais plaisir et ça me frustrait du coup en cachette j’achetais des chips ou bonbon en volant de l’argent à ma mère. En faisant ça j’avais repris presque tout le poids que mes parents m’avaient encouragé (forcé) à perdre avec toutes sortes de remarques,( t’es grande, t’as de trop grosses cuisses, tu serais jolie avec 10kg en moins, fais attention à ce que tu manges bla-bla-bla.). Un jour j’ai décidé de moi même de comment gérer la situation, je mangeais les repas de ma mère et après si derrière j’avais besoin de manger une fois un tacos ou un MacDo je le ferais. Je ne le fais jamais en grande quantité et derrière je mange équilibré et fais attention (si le midi j’ai trop mangé, je peux louper le repas du soir) ajouter à ça que je vais très régulièrement à la salle. j’ai une très bonne ligne et je suis mince. Sauf que aujourd’hui j’avais envie d’un macaron, je l’ai dit à mon père et ai demandé si il en restait, là mon frère et ma mère ont répondu pour mon "non c’est pas nécessaire". Alors je pars d’un débat de si eux n’ont pas envie de manger qu’ils ne le fassent pas, si j’en ai envie je le fais. Comme ça que j’ai "guéri" mon hyperphalgie. Ma mère m’a sorti de comme quoi quand t’auras un enfant tu verras quand il fait n’importe quoi. MDR. En gros si je mange un macaron je fais n’importe quoi AH. Je suis très impulsive donc j’ai manqué de respect avec des mauvaises paroles à mes parents et là je m’en veux. Mais la, je comprends juste pas pourquoi s’empêcher de vivre alors qu’on peux se faire plaisir tout en gardant la ligne?? C’est pas comme si je m’empiffrer pour après aller manger des chips devant une série. Le climat d’ambiance au niveau de la nourriture est étouffant, à cause de ça la nourriture et mon poids m’obsède… Si j’ai envie d’un carreau de chocolat "c’est pas raisonnable" et par esprit de contradiction je mange la plaquette. plusieurs fois je me sentais mal et je me faisait vomir. "T’es trop grosse" "fais attention à ce que tu manges" "regarde tes cuisses" "tes bras de camionneur" "tu peux pas être grande et grosse y’a un problème." Je suis juste en train de pleurer toute les larmes de mon corps car ma famille comprends pas que c’est en train de me pourrir la vie, que c’est une obsession et que si ils continuent ces remarques je pourrais juste pas m’en sortir. Ça commençait a aller mieux la j’ai juste envie de sortir et d’aller me payer un tacos. (Bien sur avec mon propre argent). A cause de ça je me déteste je compte mes calories en me regardant dans le miroir tant que je n’ai pas la peau sur les os je me sens mal. Je cherche pas d’aide car je sais comment m’en sortir je voudrais juste mettre des mots sur ce que j’avais sur le coeur. Merci.
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2021.12.08 09:53 -en- @AP: RT @AP_Europe: Poland and several other countries in Central and Eastern Europe are facing the emergence of the omicron variant while already dealing with surging coronavirus cases and deaths. The region has much lower COVID-19 vaccination rates than in Western Europe. https://t.co/O6ABbSi4g7
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2021.12.08 09:53 cunnilinguslover ELIC: If Santa sees me when I'm sleeping, knows when I'm awake, knows if I've been bad or good, why do I even have to make out a Christmas list? He knows everything already!
2021.12.08 09:53 -en- @AP: RT @AP_Europe: British Prime Minister Boris Johnson has ordered an inquiry and says he's “furious” after a leaked video showed senior members of his staff joking about holding a Christmas party last year that breached coronavirus lockdown rules. https://t.co/iRvZATQf3S
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