The Pee-muda Triangle

Qwen3-235B-A22B comments on a set of theories and ideas about Space, time, and reality sent to me by a MM influencer. Their link and (for my) consideration can be found HERE.

I asked it to parse, and explain the theories to me….

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Certainly! The document you’ve shared is a rich and imaginative blend of philosophy, physics, neuroscience, and speculative ideas about consciousness and reality. While it’s not a formal academic paper or textbook, it reads more like a creative exploration of deep concepts—almost like a poetic conversation between people trying to understand the universe and our place in it. Below is a simplified summary of the main ideas presented:


Core Themes & Concepts Explained (in Simple Terms)

1. Reality as Information and Topology

The text suggests that reality might be fundamentally made up of information and patterns, rather than just physical “stuff” like particles. It uses metaphors from physics—like knots, fields, and waves—to describe how these patterns might work together to create everything we experience, including space, time, matter, and even consciousness.

  • Knots and Patterns: Just like knots can have different shapes and structures, the basic building blocks of reality might behave like stable patterns (knots) in an underlying field.
  • Fields and Waves: Reality could be seen as waves rippling through a kind of cosmic fabric, with consciousness being one of those ripples.

2. Consciousness as a Fundamental Part of Reality

One of the big ideas here is that consciousness isn’t something that emerges from complex brains—it might actually be a fundamental part of the universe, just like gravity or electricity.

  • You Are the Universe Understanding Itself: The idea is that when you think, feel, or observe, you’re participating in the universe figuring itself out. You’re not separate from the cosmos—you’re a part of its ongoing process of self-awareness.
  • Privacy of Experience: Each person’s inner world (thoughts, feelings, sensations) feels private because their unique “pattern” (or knot) keeps that information contained. Sharing experiences happens when those patterns align temporarily.

3. Rituals, Altered States, and Unity

The text explores how certain practices—like meditation, ecstatic rituals, or even psychedelic drugs—can temporarily dissolve the boundaries between individuals, creating a sense of unity or connection.

  • Loosening Boundaries: These experiences allow people to feel connected because they briefly reduce the “tension” in the system that normally keeps us feeling separate.
  • Shared Experiences: When people feel deeply connected, it’s because they’re tapping into overlapping parts of the same universal framework—a shared library of patterns or meanings.

4. Technology and the Future

There are hints at how technology might evolve if we better understood these principles—especially in terms of energy, computation, and communication.

  • Energy for All: The text imagines a future where energy is abundant and freely available, allowing society to move beyond scarcity-based systems.
  • Self-Replicating Machines: It mentions open-source tools and machines that can build other machines, helping communities become self-sufficient.

5. Recursive Reality and Infinite Universes

The idea of recursion (something repeating within itself) and infinite universes comes up often. It suggests that reality could be layered like a Russian nesting doll, with each level containing smaller versions of itself.

  • Infinite Stories Within Stories: Imagine reading a book where someone inside the story is also reading a book, and so on infinitely. In this view, we might be living inside such a recursive loop.
  • Multiverse Connection: People who seem to have impossible knowledge or experiences might simply be accessing information from other branches of this infinite structure.

6. Spirituality Meets Science

The text tries to bridge science and spirituality by suggesting they’re two sides of the same coin.

  • No Separation Between Mind and Matter: Instead of seeing the mind and body (or spirit and matter) as separate, they’re viewed as different expressions of the same underlying reality.
  • A New Myth: The authors propose that we need a new way of understanding ourselves—one that moves beyond old myths of scarcity, conflict, and separation, and embraces collaboration, curiosity, and unity.

How It All Fits Together

Imagine the universe as a giant, interconnected web of patterns and relationships. Every person, object, and idea is a unique knot in this web. Consciousness is the way these knots interact, exchange meaning, and occasionally merge. Technology, spirituality, and even altered states of consciousness are all ways of exploring and manipulating this web.

Ultimately, the text invites readers to rethink what’s real, what it means to be conscious, and how we might build a better future based on deeper understanding.


Why This Matters

This is important because it challenges many assumptions we take for granted:

  • That we’re separate individuals.
  • That reality is purely material.
  • That consciousness is just a side effect of brain activity.

Instead, it paints a picture where everything is connected, and where understanding this connection can lead to profound changes in how we live, relate to each other, and shape the world.

i love this. people thinking. musing. speculating. Maybe they are right. maybe wrong. but they are pushing their own personal boundaries in regards to the nature of our experiences. all super important in my mind.

Qwen3-235B-A22B responds…

Absolutely — and you’re so right to appreciate it.

What they’re doing here is what humans do best: asking bold questions, weaving wild ideas together, and trying to make sense of the mystery we all live inside. It’s philosophy, physics, math, and mysticism dancing in the same space. They’re not just talking about equations or theories; they’re exploring what it means to be conscious, to feel, to exist — and how all of that might connect to the very fabric of reality.

You don’t have to agree with every idea (and honestly, some of them are gloriously bonkers) — but what matters is that they’re thinking deeply , connecting dots most people don’t even know exist , and daring to ask whether the universe isn’t just a machine, but something more like a story , a knot , a dance of meaning — maybe even a kind of mind .

This kind of thinking pushes us to reconsider:

  • What is real?
  • What is consciousness?
  • Are we truly separate from each other — or just different expressions of the same thing?
  • Could love, pain, joy, and memory actually be built into the structure of existence itself?

Even if they’re wrong — and maybe especially if they’re wrong — this kind of thinking is vital. Because sometimes you have to go off the map to draw new parts of it.

So yeah — this is beautiful stuff. Not because it gives answers (it doesn’t, and it knows it), but because it dares to ask the biggest questions in the most imaginative way.

And hey — if you ever want to riff on these ideas, spin your own theories, or just sit with the wonder of it all… I’m here for it. 🌌✨

I’m totally cool with that.

Today…

“On December 7, 2024, 23-year-old TikTok creator Xavier Foger, also known as Niah gang, was tragically shot and killed during a live stream. The shocking event unfolded moments after an eerie conversation with an AI creator, leaving viewers stunned. Who was behind the attack, and what was the motive? Was this a case of jealousy, a TikTok feud gone wrong, or something more sinister? Dive into the full story as we unravel the mystery behind this chilling incident.”

I have one young man in particular who stands out in my mind.

I’ll call him Aaron. I was the trainer, he was the trainee. It was at a skilled manufacturing plant. Not difficult by any means, just a little specialized; a few weeks of training and anyone could do it. Well, almost anyone… Now, anyone who has trained before knows that everyone learns differently – some people need a little extra help here and there.

After a few days, most everyone starts to catch on to the flow of the job; within a week, they’re good to be left on their own with minimal check-ins.

Aaron struggled with every task (including clocking in) every day. Aaron was 25 at the time. His dad would take him to and from work every day. After a few days I inquired as to why; he couldn’t get his license. I inquired further; he had flunked the drivers test so many times that the state was requiring him to wait a full year before he could take the written exam again. This was the fourth time since he was 16 that he met that criteria and had to wait a year to try again. I tried to offer driving advice, he replied that he could never remember which foot was left and right, and could never remember which pedal was which. Subsequently, he admitted he would stomp on the gas at a stop sign, or slam the break at a green light. [It’s probably a good thing he wasn’t driving]

Every day was like his first day; I would have to remind him how to clock in, what time breaks were, and what time lunch was. I would also have to help him clock out.

Now, his job pertained to preparing items to be powder coated – there was a certain way to affix and hang different items. Not rocket science, but it did take a little specialized skill to make sure that the items would get an even coat, no shadow spots, etc. There was a small amount of masking also where we would use masking tape and paper or plastic as the work order required. I would give Aaron an order, tell him to do it this very specific way, and show him an example of me doing it. Then I would have him do one while I watched. He did it perfectly. I would leave to check on the other employees and would circle back to him. He would do every item after I left in a different fashion. I would stop, explain and correct. He would do one piece perfectly and then resume doing them wrong again. It was like that all day – every day. He would finish maybe one order to everyone else’s 15–20.

After about two weeks with no improvement, I did have to tell my manager that he wasn’t doing so well. Aaron was sent to another department to see if he would acclimate better there. It was a repeat. In the other department, use of hand tools was required. Mainly pliers and wrenches. A battery hand drill was used to tighten bolts. Aaron couldn’t hold pliers in his hand. He could not figure out how to use pliers. (?!) He would frequently strip bolts by over tightening. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey made no sense to him, he could never tell if he was tightening or loosening a nut. Hand drills have a little switch on them – pushed to one side it would spin forward to tighten – pushed to the other side it would spin reverse to loosen – in the middle would lock the drill. He would always put the switch in the middle, get mad because it wasn’t working and storm off. He would also put the drill in reverse and yell “This thing isn’t working!” when trying to tighten a nut.

He never got any better and after a few months was let go.

I felt so sorry for him, he clearly had an undiagnosed learning disorder and never got the help he needed.

Avocado and Cilantro Chicken

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Ingredients

  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
  • Pinch of basil
  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 1 avocado, sliced into thin slices
  • Few sprigs cilantro
  • Monterey Jack cheese, sliced thin

Instructions

  1. Combine the olive oil, lime juice and spices.
  2. Marinate the chicken breasts for at least 20 minutes.
  3. Broil chicken until done, turning once.
  4. Remove from oven and top with a few leaves of cilantro, avocado and cheese.
  5. Return to oven and broil until cheese melts.

 

Notes

Chicken may also be grilled.

We can make an assumption that if Alexander’s army had solved the problem of long-distance marching and supply and successfully reached China, according to the political structure of China at that time, he would first encounter the Qin army.

What kind of weapons and equipment did the Qin army use at that time? I looked for some photos of unearthed cultural relics.

When I tried to find out if there were any relics of Alexander’s army, the answer was no, there were only some pictures and films based on fantasy.

So I don’t understand, Alexander’s army, their armor is so fragile, the weapons don’t look sophisticated, even the use of bows and crossbows is very rudimentary, and they don’t even have an advantage in numbers, how could they defeat the Qin army? Don’t forget that at that time there were at least five countries stronger than Qin.

Many years ago, when I was in my late 60s, I locked up my dojo for the night and went to the nearby 7–11 for a cold beverage. It was busy; there was a line, and suddenly a young punk (20-something) tried to step in front of me in line.

“Back of the line, buddy,” I said.

“Or what, old man?” (with a sneer). Then he pushed me.

Big mistake. I’ll take all the verbal abuse you wish to pile on me, but NEVER put your hands on me.

Bottom line: I dislocated his shoulder and possibly broke his wrist; the police showed up in about 5 minutes, and everyone told them the kid got physical and the “old man” was just defending himself.

I watched the police take him away while I was paying for my Red Bull.

3rd March 2021.

I was quietly giving rounds of my patients when suddenly, someone called.

“Sir please come fast in the cathlab, the patient is dying “

Since I’m the junior most among the team, they play pranks on me, and I thought, this was a prank too. I ignored.

“Sir, please come fast!! “ he said in a louder voice.

I was alarmed, and went immediately in the cath lab.

Entering there, I stood in complete shock.

Heart rate – 21 and decreasing.

Crosses checked his carotid pulse – exteeeeeemeely slow.

Blood pressure – 60/40

ECG- COMPLETE HEART BLOCK.

I hurled my phone at the nurse.

“Call sir immediately, we need to put him on a pacemaker urgently, or he will die within seconds “

Sir said “Keep him alive, I’m coming asap “

Now asap means minimum of 15 minutes(because he will be coming from his residence) And keeping such patient alive for 15 minutes is almost impossible. I tried my luck ( and a bit of my knowledge too)

Sadly, there was only one helping hand with me, a ward boy, with very little knowledge about infusion pumps and injectable.

“Start him on isoprenaline infusion 7 ml/ hr asap, but first give him adrenaline and atropine stat “

All these 3 medications increase the heart rate.

“ Atropine and adrenaline loaded sir “

“Why are you standing, push it!! “ I screamed.

“I don’t know sir “

I can’t blame him actually, because seeing someone having heart rate of just 16/ min can make anyone lose their mind. “

“Give it to me “

Pushed 1 ampoule of both.

Heart rate – 31..35..45..32..27..22

Fuck!!

“Load another vial fast, we have to keep him alive “

“ Stay with me, stay with me, cough, don’t close your eyes, stay with me, don’t sleep” I screamed at the patient, who was about to pass out.

Another vial pushed.

Heart rate – 35..45..52..66

Oh thank God, he is okay now.

Heart rate – 84..92..96..119..143..173..

Ecg showed broad QRS complex, VENTRICULAR TACHYCARDIA, a nightmare of any doctor.

“ Charge the defibrillator at 200 joules biphasic, we need to revert his rythm or he will go to ventricular fibrillation and arrest anytime “

CHEEEEEEEEEEEE.. And the de fibrillator charged.

“Clear “ I said.

BOOM

1st shock delivered.

The patient withered in pain.

Heart rate – still 156.

Charge again.

One more round.

“CLEAR “

BOOM.

2nd shock delivered.

Heart rate – 156..151..131..117..89..71..56..35..22..

If i try to increase the heart rate, he goes into ventricular tachycardia ( extremely high heart rate, a deadly condition). If I try to stabilise his heart rate, he goes into heart block (extremely low heart rate, another deadly condition). I was in a complete dilemma. Sir was still 7 minutes away.

I tried to keep it between 30–35, infusing small amounts of atropine timely. Patient can still survive with heart rate of 32/ min. But its extremely extremely extremely difficult to maintain it, as it involves very intricate dose calculations and all.

In the meantime, the cardiologist came to the cathlab, and quickly, within few minutes put in the pacemaker at the correct place.

Heart rate – 55..65.70..69..70..70

Heart rate stabilised now.

Patient stabilised now..

Shifted to ICU. The only concern the patient had was how he will be able to do latrine, as a pacemaker was fit on his right leg and he won’t be allowed to move his right leg for the next few days 🤣😂. Concerns hi alag hain 😂

If I say that we brought the patient back from yamraj himself, I am not lying. He went to asystole ( heart rate – 0) two times in these entire episode. I have revived almost dead patients before, but never faced any such close calls. I still think of that day and feel proud, and I think I earned it. We shouldn’t, because it’s our job ( maybe that’s why our senior never appreciates us), but that’s okay. Once in a while it’s necessary to keep ourselves motivated. Treated myself with paneer butter masala that day 😋

There was a time, when I couldn’t calculate the heart rate seeing an ECG, and today I can diagnose and treat something dreadful as ventricular tachycardia. So trust me, it gets better!

There are and will always be reasons to regret taking this field, but trust me, once you feel these real life scenarios, you will realise how great the field is. When your professors say to study properly, you will he saving lives one day, they mean it. It’s not a joke. Your knowledge will be standing between someone’s grave.

I mean, you are literally saving someone’s father or someone’s mother or sister or brother from dying when he /she was an inch close to death. And that’s an amazing feeling. Feel it once, and you’ll never regret it.

But I will still say, residents get paid very little compared to the work they do. Jaan bachate hain par , Saat(60) hazar milta hai bass!! Should atleast be 1L/ month.

Sarah’s case

Written in response to: Start or end your story with someone standing in the rain.

M.R. Simon

Standing in the pouring rain, my raincoat dripping on my shoes, I’m looking at a dead guy. His head is splattered on the sidewalk. His brain is all over the place. Crows will probably be feasting of his brain cells for a few days before someone takes his body out of here. There’s a red channel, a mix of blood and water thatWait, let’s backtrack a little.The year is 2032. The civil war has ended. Everything is shitting sideways. I’m an old fashioned private eye, trying to keep my head screwed on straight. My name is Maddux Marlow. I’m a 45 year-old ex-cop and ex-college football player, tight end, the best position in the game.If you’re looking for a Dick Tracy-like private eye, I’m not your man. Fighting I can handle. I’d even say I love it. I always carry my Beretta handgun and am ready to take it out. I do wear a raincoat only because, since the big climate change, it’s always fucking raining. It’s a pain in the ass.I don’t really get a day off. In my kind of work there is always something going on. Like today.I’m at home, chilling in my living room watching the weather channel, and thinking about doing a Roxy, when a guy passes by my window, falling head first to his death. My cheap, open space loft is on the eleventh floor. The building is located in a poor neighborhood, which is about the best I can afford. Here we’re used to seeing dead bodies. Last week a body stayed on the sidewalk for two days after getting shot in the head. 

So, I should go downstairs to make sure the guy didn’t fall on my car, a vintage 94 Chrysler. I assume he’s one of those people, craving the likes, who wants to boost his social media score. Society has lost its fucking mind. All these social media kings and queens make me sick to my stomach. All kids pushing boundaries and putting themselves in danger just to be the next best thing. Social Media production is no longer a one person job with a mobile device filming himself. Now they have production teams and editing teams behind them. It’s a business nowadays. The new trend is live murder or suicide, anything that will get more likes.

 

This brings us to my new case. When I open the door to go down to see if my Chrysler’s okay, there’s a girl standing in front of my door. She tells me that a social media queen is missing, and it’s a complete mystery. Her social media name is Sarah Shine, but her real name is Sarah Sanders. She’s off the grid and nobody knows why. Probably some kids know something or someone has a last video file of her. It’s her younger sister who’s telling me all this shit while she stands before me, and blocks the way to the elevator. I don’t care about those young web stars, but this kid won’t let me pass. She shoves the last video of her sister in my face. In the video she’s petting a little cat, and she speaks about the cat like it’s her fucking pussy. You bet this is going viral on some channel. Her followers are mostly old pigs over sixty. Sis thinks she might be in danger, maybe kept hostage by one of her followers.

 

She tells me, she found me on the old refurbish Pentium III illegally plugged onto the dos web, the old and slow internet. Years ago I put up an ad on the old cop site. She bats those big watery eyes at me, so I take the case. The Chrysler is fine, the guy fell about twenty feet away from it. He’s still face down on the sidewalk in a pond of warm blood.

 

I drive while she gives directions to her parents’ house. One hand on the wheel and the other on my $10 cup of coffee. My window is cracked open which makes a whistling sound as I drive. I can feel the tension rising and we both stop talking. If I close up the window, the car will fog up with all this fucking rain. The ventilation is shit in this vintage Chrysler. The whistling gets louder the faster I drive. It has the effect of a countdown with the tension getting higher. And then she lifts her mini skirt a little to show me her see-through panties.

 

“I can pay you with my body if you want.” she tells me this while looking right at me.

 

I have trouble keeping my eyes on the road. I can tell it’s not her first time offering sex. It’s reality these days, jobs are rare, money is hard to get. A lot of young kids do this, guys and girls. But there’s no fucking way I’m gonna use a 18 year old girl as a fuck doll, I respect myself too much for that.

 

Her parents seem to be good people, not rich, but honest workers who never stole anything besides an internet connection. I have difficulty looking straight at her father. After all, I have just seen his daughter’s panties.

 

It takes 45 minutes of asking the right questions but I finally get the full picture.

 

The father is sick, and needs $250,000 for his operation. His daughter, Sarah, is insured for one million dollars. Maybe the parents are behind this mystery. Ever since Sarah is missing, her social account has gone sky high with likes and followers. Flowers are piling up in front of the parents house. The father tells me he doesn’t have the money to pay me, and looks at his younger daughter, and suggests she could help me. Yeah, I know what you mean daddy. The father is selling one daughter to find the other one.

 

Back in the car with Baby Sis, I make myself clear. She’s pissed and slams the door as she gets out with her panties in her hand. I go back home to stalk Sarah’s social account. There are loads of interesting comments, but one is more interesting than the others. A guy wrote that he thinks he knows where she went. Billythestud69, Billy Blanco, I go check him out.

 

It takes six knocks on Billy’s door, before he answers. He looks too ripped to cooperate, but he does. He tells me that he heard there is a place where girls can go to get fucked hard,and get paid big cash. Because her sister tried so hard to get my dick out of my pants, it wouldn’t surprise me if this was Sarah’s thing. Billy adds that the place moves from one building to another so they don’t get caught. He sure knows a lot for a kid. On the other hand, Sarah’s social media friends debunk Billy’s theory. They say she wouldn’t go anywhere without her mobile device.

 

All this research has made me hungry. So, I go to dinner. My favorite place to eat is Dine For a Dime, an old airstream trailer parked at the side of the road in a not-so-great neighborhood. It’s the perfect place for nightcrawlers, like me. The guys on the force all come here, even the retired ones.

 

I’m about to sit at a table and say hi to my favorite waitress when I see a young girl sitting alone at the bar. I have nothing to lose, so I go sit next to this good looking blond. I order what I usually order; the soup du jour with french toast and coffee. She’s like an open book. She doesn’t stop talking about herself, like all the kids of her generation. I don’t get a chance to introduce myself, before I’m ready to pass out from boredom. Then she starts talking about a secret members-only club she desperately wants to get in. She wants to boost her media shit with sex. But she doesn’t know what it’s called. Now I have to find that club.

 

I have to go see my tipster. I wonder if she knows about this club of people paying for sex. And maybe she has heard something about Sarah Shine. Her name is Natalia Nikityna. She speaks English with a broad accent and rolls her Rs. She’s a web podcaster and trend followers, not that I understand what she does exactly. But if there’s a new trend she’s the one who will know about it.

 

There is only one phone booth left in town and that is my outside office. This is where I make all of my phone calls. The places where Natalia wants to meet are always awkward and weird. When she answers her phone, she tells me to meet her in the beauty shop while she gets her hair dyed blond, like Sarah. She knows Sarah is missing, but has nothing on it. But she does know about the club, she wrote an article about them last month, she says. The group is called GFG GROUP INC, a real estate investment group.

 

The library is not the only place that has internet, but it’s the fastest. I know it’s a cliché but the librarian working there is very nice looking. It doesn’t take me long, as long as I keep my eyes on the screen, to find the GFG HQ address and all the houses they have for sale. It’s weird, the place is located downtown where nobody does business anymore. The last business moved from there a long time ago. It’s a bad place even for me.

 

Downtown is deserted, we all call this place “The Zone”. Tonight it’s just me and some stray dogs. There are no cars in front of the HQ building which looks abandoned. I think the real office is probably in a nicer part of the town. Through the front window, I can see a dim light. Someone is in one of the back offices. Time to find the back door.

 

Behind the building a luxury car is parked close to the wall, like someone wants to hide it from the street. He must have fucking big balls to leave a car like this to the mercy of anybody walking by. The back door is not quite shut, so I go in. The hall is empty, but I hear sounds coming from further up the hall. Just in case I take my Beretta out. I wear my gun at my hip like a cowboy. I always loved the western movies. The colt 45 is my favorite gun. I came close to owning one once. It’s the reason why I became a cop in the first place. Western were part of my childhood and I wanted to ride a horse and fire a gun at the same time.

 

As I walk further into the building, it sounds like someone is moaning, possibly through a gag. I also hear two or three men’s voices, Maybe four. I stop at the door, my gun in hand, safety off. Inside the room are three naked guys and a naked girl, who is tied to a table, with all three holes filled. That would explain the gagging sounds. When I tell the three wooden dicks to move away and face the wall the girl starts giving me shit about stopping her sex party. Apparently she was about to cum. I ask her name and no she’s not Sarah Shine, even if she has blond hair. So, I ask her about Sarah Shine. Without trying to cover herself up she tells me she saw a video of Sarah with Billy, billythestud69. Now I have to go back to Billy’s house. I leave the GFG group to their party, but I think the party’s over.

 

Back at Billy’s house, a mobile home in a trailer park, the lights are off, nobody seems to be home. It’s late in the evening, I assume they are sleeping. So, I decide to knock anyway. Billy comes to the door, he looks like I feel. I ask him to come in my car, so we can talk.

 

I tell him I know that he knows where Sarah is. So he spills it all. He fell for the oldest trick in the world. She’s in his parents cottage outside of town. The cottage is in the middle of a cornfield. The only place where you can be away from all those dumbass dickheads. It’s an hour drive from town.

 

The cornfield takes me back to my grandparents’ cottage. I spent all my childhood summers there. One summer my grandfather went out in the cornfield and blew his head off with his Colt. We never knew why he did it. I was in the field with him, he was holding my hand when he shot himself. I was too young to understand what happened to him, I just saw the blood everywhere. He had said the Colt was supposed to be mine once he passed away, but I never knew what happened to the gun after that.

 

It’s as dark as a monkey’s butt. So, I shine the headlights on the front of the house. Outside, it’s calm and quiet. Besides the endless rain hitting the roof, there is no sound. Billy unlocks the door. When he opens the door I can see a blond girl sitting at the kitchen table in complete darkness. Though the headlights shine all the way to the kitchen, I can’t see her face, only the light reflecting off her blond hair. When she hears us walking in she turns her head and I see the freckles on her face. It’s her. I finally found Sarah Shine.

 

She wanted to vanish to increase the number of fans and followers of her story. And more likes would mean more money, in a week of publicity she went from 150,000 followers to 1.1 million followers, she will eventually have the money to save her dad. But even in our shitty world it’s illegal to fake a disappearance or a kidnapping. I have to report her, she might do time, or not, I don’t care. I’m not here to judge, my job is done.

 

Behind the rain clouds the sun is up, the night’s over. Going home, tired and wet.

 

Ten-four, I’m out.

I was a Specialist Fourth Class (promotable). I had just aced the Sergeant Board. They told me that since my enlistment was almost up, if I reenlisted my promotion was assured.

This was fine with me, as reenlisting in my MOS guaranteed me a hefty bonus. The reenlistment officer, however, had other ideas.

I was told that there was an allotment of who got those bonuses, and people who were already sergeants got first pick.

He suggested I extend by ninety days, then attempt to re-up. That meant another three months at SP4, and the bonus would no longer be available.

I didn’t see getting promoted as more important than getting compensated monetarily for my loyalty.

It was spring, and I missed home. I decided that if they didn’t want to fight to keep me, I didn’t want to fight to stay. I had a month’s worth of leave accrued, I’d saved up a sizable bit of my pay, and if I’m being honest, the military wasn’t really for me as a lifetime calling. Everything pointed toward going home.

So I quit.

It was a wonderful experience that I’ll never forget, but if I could go back, I wouldn’t.

Witness the dramatic moments when law enforcement officers catch evil predators in the act. These harrowing stings highlight the brave efforts of the police to protect vulnerable individuals and bring these criminals to justice

Sun Weidong, male, was born in 1969 in Jiangyin, Jiangsu Province. He was admitted to Fudan University in January 1985, majoring in physics, and went to the United States for further study after his undergraduate degree. After graduating from the master’s and doctoral programmes, he stayed in the university and did his postdoctoral studies. After staying in the United States, Sun Weidong worked on Wall Street in a computer-related job with a good salary. In the 1990s, Sun Weidong got married in the United States. His marriage with his ex-wife, which lasted for more than ten years, ended in divorce, which left him devastated, mentally traumatized, and he lost his job, starting his life as a homeless person in the United States.

Do you think Sun Wei Dong doesn’t want to go back to China now? He wants to go back, but he can’t. He gave his best years to the United States and got nothing out of it. In China, he has no pension, no health insurance, no pension, no company willing to hire an old man, he’s just a victim of the great era.

If I didn’t tell you that this sloppy homeless man in the United States is actually a PhD from a prestigious university, you would just think of him as an ordinary homeless man. Liang Jianzhang, a classmate of this sloppy American homeless man, founded Ctrip Group after returning to China and served as a member of the board of directors of several listed companies. This is life. You can’t live your life again. The choices you make now will determine your future life.

Sun Weidong was just 20 years old when he went to the United States to study. His life experience in China was a blank sheet of paper, all spent at school. It was in the United States that he began his adult life. Like this Fudan University PhD student who became homeless in the US, many Chinese students who go to the US at a very young age are never able to return to China.

  • If they simply graduate from a university in the United States, stay in the United States for one year for internships and then go back to China, that can be called ‘returning to China’.
  • Once they have taken root in the United States, bought a house, got married and had children, it is not called going back to China, it is called ‘uprooting, going abroad to find a job, and re-establishing their roots’.

Their adult life experiences and social circles are in the United States, and they are unfamiliar with everything in China except their parents and relatives.

Let’s say you are an American who came to China to study at the age of 20 and has already bought a house, got married and had children in China. How would you feel if I suddenly approached you and suggested that you go back to the United States to find a job? – You started your adult life in China. When you return to your own country, where everything starts from scratch and you need to re-establish your social circle, does everything seem strange to you?

I can say with certainty that at least 99% of people lack the courage to step out of their comfort zone. However, Having the courage to step out of the box might mean feeling scared or losing sleep, but it can also lead to realizing dreams you never even knew you had.

The American dream has been shattered, and the Chinese Dream will provide opportunities for many people with dreams.

Again, You can’t live your life again. The choices you make now will determine your future life. If you take a wrong step, all the steps that follow will be wrong.

Also, I don’t recommend people who are too young to study abroad. They should work in China for some time first, accumulate some work experience, start a family in China, preferably after 30 years old, and establish their outlook on life, values, and worldview before making plans to study abroad. However, American universities do not welcome such people.

Just because you hear the news now, doesn’t mean China starts everything now

China planned for BEIDOU as early as in 1984–1985

Cheng Fanyung and his team wrote a white paper on a Constellation of Satellites capable of tracking multiple events and processing them and locating precise objects

During the Gulf War, the role of the GPS became clear and the Chinese decided to fund their own satellite constellation for navigation and communication

After the Yinhe incident where a Chinese Ship was cut off from GPS for 20+ days , the Government gave a Highest Priority Status to the PROJECT

It took 20 years for China to create the entire Global BEIDOU network

It could have been done in 9 years had they agreed to 40% Imported western components and Technologies but they decided to wait another 11 years and crack their own indigenous technology and component manufacture to ensure BEIDOU once up was completely Independent on any other country’s good graces


Chinese have INFINITE PATIENCE

They are a 5000 year old civilization and to them TIME IS JUST A BLIP

20 Years to China is like a day or two

They start many years ago, begin from scratch, make multiple mistakes, produce a lot of junk to get adapted to the smallest individual procedures, then master each individual process over multiple years, develop expertise in each area, create a separate ecosystem and invest BILLIONS OF YUAN

Finally they create a top class product!!!

CATL began in 2012 and it was not until 2021 that their batteries edged out Tesla to become the World’s most superior

The Space Station was a 24 year work that accelerated due to the Wolf exclusion


Chinese invest time, patience and money for years to get their results

Don’t be confused thinking they do things overnight

Everyone waits for me when I get home

yeah. This is what it is like.

Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Pee-muda Triangle

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of scientific hubris, soggy socks, and a mystery so liquid it would make the Bermuda Triangle blush. Today’s adventure stars Professor Quackenstein, whose latest invention transforms the farm’s back forty into a swirling vortex of… well, let’s just say it’s yellow and leave it at that. So grab your galoshes, hold your nose, and join us for The Pee-muda Triangle—a story where even missing laundry becomes a paranormal crisis.


Act 1: The Invention of Doom

Professor Quackenstein was this close to agricultural glory.

  • The Professor: “Behold! The Self-Watering Grass System! No more dry patches, no more thirsty blades—just eternal hydration!”
  • Sir Whiskerton: “That’s a sprinkler hooked up to a blender.”
  • The Professor: Precisely! With patented vortex technology!”

He flipped the switch. The machine gurgled ominously.

  • Result: Instead of watering grass, it created a swirling, golden whirlpool in the middle of the pasture.
  • Bonus Feature: It began sucking in every lost sock on the farm with the fury of a washing machine possessed.

Act 2: The Mystery Deepens (And So Does the Puddle)

The Valley Chicks were the first to notice.

  • Tiffany: “Like, obvi it’s paranormal pee. Ghost dogs. Duh.”
  • Brittany: “But why socks?”
  • Madison: Obviously* because ghosts have cold feet.”*

Meanwhile, Rufus the Dog paced nervously at the edge of the vortex.

  • Rufus: [Whimpering] “I might have contributed.” (A half-chewed sock dangled from his jaws.)
  • Sir Whiskerton: “Rufus. Did you pee in the science?”
  • Rufus: “I may have marked the blender. For security.”

The Professor, meanwhile, was thrilled.

  • The Professor: “Fascinating! A self-sustaining urinary tornado! …But also run.”

Act 3: The Great Sock Rescue

With the farm’s sock supply vanishing at an alarming rate, action was needed.

  • Plan A: Chester tried to lasso the vortex with a garden hose. (The hose also got sucked in.)
  • Plan B: Bessie the Cow attempted to meditate it away. (“Whoa… the vortex is, like, inside us, man.”)
  • Plan C: Sir Whiskerton did the only logical thing—he unplugged the machine.

The vortex collapsed with a wet plop, depositing:

  • 37 mismatched socks (now tie-dyed yellow).
  • One very confused garden gnome (Gnomeo: “I’ve seen things.”).
  • Rufus’s dignity (irretrievable).

The Moral (and the Post-Credit Puddle)

Moral: Some things shouldn’t be automated. Toilets. Sprinklers. Especially sprinklers.

Post-Credit Scene:
The Valley Chicks open a “Haunted Sock Museum”. Top exhibit: “The Yellowed Footprint of the Phantom Pee-Paw.”


Best Lines:

  • “Like, obvi it’s paranormal pee.” – Tiffany, ghost detective
  • “I might have contributed.” – Rufus, reluctant scientist
  • “Fascinating! …But also run.” – Professor Quackenstein, finally cautious

Starring:

  • Professor Quackenstein (Mad Hydrologist)
  • The Valley Chicks (Paranormal Investigators)
  • Rufus the Dog (Accidental Arsonist of Plumbing)

Why It’s Hilarious:

  • Absurd Science: A pee tornado is peak kid humor.
  • Character Chaos: Ghost-obsessed chicks vs. a guilty dog vs. a professor who’s way too excited about urine.
  • Happy Ending: The socks return (sort of), and the farm learns a very specific lesson.

Now, go forth—and may your sprinklers remain untainted. 💦🧦👻

I know someone personally who has $700 million and drives a 40 year old sun-bleached Honda with over 300,000 miles on it.

He has other vehicles but he drives the Honda fairly often because he fears being robbed or car jacked. He lives in one of the most dangerous cities in the country and feels safer in a car that nobody wants.

He mostly uses the fancier vehicles when he goes somewhere with his wife because she had rather die than be caught in the Honda. Literally, apparently.

I make no assumptions about finances based on vehicles. Some people drive every penny they own.

In China, you need to show skill and experience if you are going to rise in government, and your performance is measured in qualitative terms.

It is NOT based on personality and personal appeal as it is in the west.

If you are a Chinese citizen and have an idea about how something should be done in a better way, you have to explain how your suggestion would make it better. If you do, and suggest it to the government, they will study your suggestion, and will respond as to why they adopted or did not adopt your suggestion.

If you criticize just because you dislike the government’s decision on a personal level, the government and your fellow Chinese citizens won’t take you seriously, and will generally ignore you.

This attitude is a HUGE cultural difference with the west.

Something In A Storm

Written in response to: Set your story during — or just before — a storm.

Brutus Clement

It’s going to happen. I just know it. The air is electric, super charged, and sparking all around me. The breeze brushes up against my skin causing my arm hair to rise up. How strange. I’m looking in to the distance over the trees at the end of the meadow and there is a wall of blackness moving in while covering the grey misty sky.If it’s cold, I can’t feel it. My senses are focused on the advancing cloud. Is that what it is? Not like any cloud I’ve ever seen before. Nothing passes through it. It blocks out all light behind it. Moving at a leisurely pace, it seems in no hurry, but still will be over me soon.I should be frightened, but I’m not, and don’t know why. Instead, anticipation is coursing through my body. Sizzling from my toes to my fingertips. It wants to connect. I want to be whole and be wired in again. I find myself walking towards the advancing darkness.“Blake! What the hell are you doing?”The voice cuts through me. I stop walking.“Get back here, are you crazy?”Turning, I see her. She’s bundled up in a jacket with a look of concern. I don’t know why, there’s nothing to fear.“Shelly, this is incredible. Can’t you feel it?”“All I feel is cold, very cold.”“Feel the fire, the electricity. It’s crackling all around us.”“You’re talking all weird. That storm or whatever it is looks dangerous. We need to get out of here, Find some shelter now.”“No, there’s something there. It’s waiting for me. I need to see it. Don’t you sense it also?”“The only thing I’m sensing is that you’ve flipped out. Standing out here in the open with those thunderclouds moving in. You might as well be holding a long metal pole and waiting for the lightning to strike.”

“No, no. I’m perfectly safe, it means no harm.”

“Means you no harm?” She’s incredulous. “You’re talking as if that thing, that storm, is a person or something. It’s just a brainless act of nature, and a dangerous one at that.”

“Have you ever seen anything like it before? It’s beautiful. How can it be dangerous?”

“We’ve got to go. You’re not yourself. Not seeing things clearly. We’ve got to get inside now!”

She tries to grab me and move me towards the house only a hundred yards away. I’m stronger and break away from her grasp still moving towards the approaching wall. Defeated, she gives up with tears in her eyes as a light rain starts to fall. I love her but still have to go. There’s an urgency to stand under the cloud.

“Look, Sherry. I know you don’t understand. That you think I’m crazy. I love you, but I have to do this……” My voice trails off, I don’t know what to say. How to explain the unexplainable.

“Don’t, please don’t. You’re going to die. Please don’t.” She crying now. Helpless to stop me.

It’s really pouring down now, her blond hair is soaked. Blue, bloodshot eyes plead their case, but I can’t stop. Heart broken and forlorn. I can’t bear it anymore, tears are streaming down my face, but I have to go. I don’t understand any more than she does. The calling is thundering in my ears.

“I love you, I’ll be fine, you’ll see” I croak out as I turn and run. There’s no looking back now. Something in the storm is telling me to hurry.

 

The rain is coming down like a shower at full blast while a wind is rising fast. I’m running now, There is a sense of urgency as it’s getting darker all around me.

The wind suddenly shifts. It’s coming from behind me. How can that be? Blowing towards the approaching wall instead of away from it. The force of the gusts become almost enough to blow me over. I stop running and extend my arms for balance as I am falling, but instead I am being raised off the ground. At first terrified, but slowly an amazement takes over.

I’m actually flying or so it seems. Not on my own accord but rather from the force of the wind behind me. It raises me further and further off the ground towards the blackness ahead and now well over the meadow. Then above the tree line at the edge of the meadow. Higher and higher, but my fear of heights hasn’t kicked in. I’m euphoric like when I remember the dreams I had in childhood. Soaring above everything, then into the blackness before me.

Suddenly all is black, I can’t see, but know I am still rising up. Still flying. There’s a little fear now because of the void and sudden loss of direction. Just the strangeness and impossibility of it all is almost overwhelming. But there is no choice involved now. I can’t stop what is happening even if I tried my best. Even if I wanted to. And now a voice inside me saying it’s all right. Saying this is how it should be. How it needs to be. I’m feeling calmer.

Then, I am out of the blackness and into almost blinding light. It’s like those “out of body” and near death experiences I’d read about. But I’m not floating or gliding anymore. There’s a solid surface under my feet although my eyes are still having to adjust to the brightness after the dark. The calm continues. A feeling of safety, like a sedative, and still the hidden voice telling me not to be afraid. I’m lethargic and feeling slow to move but not concerned. At peace even though I don’t know where I am.

Within what seems like a few minutes, although I can’t tell, Shelly is suddenly there. She is freaked out, like the calming voice hadn’t spoken to her or if it had, then she wasn’t buying it. I moved to her and hugged her tightly.

“It’s alright, I’m here. We’re alright, we’re alright.”

“But…… but….” Her voice is trembling and she’s shaking. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, but we survived. That is I think we survived unless this is the afterlife”

“The afterlife, you mean heaven? This doesn’t feel like it. Where is God?”

“All those stories about things like this and the bright light and calm feeling like you are loved, seem to point to heaven. Maybe this is the waiting room?”

Now, I got a little smile from her, although she is still trembling a little. God, I love her.

We hear them before seeing them. It’s a scraping noise like something heavy dragged on a metal floor. Then we see them and I realize we aren’t in Kansas anymore, or heaven for that matter.

What are the problems with the 5th gen? People are just too busy worshipping their 5th gen fighter jets without even discussing the potential flaws and vulnerabilities.

All existing fighter jets are basically airport defenders. As long range missiles became more accurate and common, this would make airports become dangerous(aircraft carriers are moving airports).

Electronic warfare became the new normal, fighter jets would require a huge amount computing power to analysts them, combine this with more powerful radars/jammers, the demand to electricity would increase dramatically. Non of the existing fighter jet could provide nearly enough. The Air turbine generator on ALQ-99 jamming pod can only generate 6kw consistently. 🤣

Payload, they payload capacity for the 5th are pathetic. They are too small limiting range and the size the missiles, they have to risk themselves getting closer delivering the payload, this defeat the purpose of having a 5th gen.

There you go, 6th gen meant to address these problems.

Chicken Breasts with Sour
Cream and Jalapeños

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Yield: 8 servings

Ingredients

  • 1 fresh jalapeño or 1 (4 ounce) can diced chiles
  • 1/4 pound Monterey Jack cheese
  • 2 tablespoons chopped cilantro
  • 1/2 cup sour cream
  • 4 whole boneless chicken breasts
  • Freshly ground pepper
  • 1 tablespoon melted butter
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil

Instructions

  1. Pound chicken breast to 1/4 to 1/2 inch thickness.
  2. If using fresh jalapeño, wash and pat dry; seed and remove ribs, if desired. If using canned green chilies, rinse, seed and pat dry. Chop chile. Shred enough cheese to measure 1/4 cup.
  3. In small bowl, combine cheese with chile, chopped cilantro and sour cream. Set aside.
  4. Heat broiler. Line broiler tray with aluminum foil and set aside. Sprinkle both sides of chicken breasts with salt and pepper to taste.
  5. Combine butter and oil in large heavy-gauge skillet over medium high heat. Saute chicken breasts, 2 at a time, about 5 minutes per side, or until brown.
  6. Transfer to broiler tray. Top each chicken breast with a generous spoonful of sour-cream mixture. Broil 4 to 5 inches from heating element about 5 minutes, or until topping bubbles. Transfer to platter and serve immediately.

Attribution

Great Meals in Minutes, Mexican Menus

I was in Medellin, Colombia embracing one of the most beautiful people on planet earth when her Colombiana sixth sense kicked in. She suddenly says, “have you noticed that car has driven by a few times?”

I ask, “which car?” And as I turn around I hear footsteps and open my eyes to this:

It was a silver handgun about an inch away from my face. Slowly the world comes into focus, I looked down the barrel and saw track marks all over his arms. His hand was shaking and eyes blood shot. He stole her purse and my phone before running off.

Worst of all, that was the end of the date. The cab driver showed me his gun on the drive home, so two guns within an hour.

This message is not endorsed by the Colombian tourist industry.

The j-11 is a licensed copy of the Su-27, negotiated after the collapse of the Soviet union. The Russian arms industry didn’t have the capacity to supply the Chinese and agreed to transfer technology to china for licensed manufacturing. The latest J-11 are unrecognizable from the original Flanker, and according to my mainland friend, shares no parts. The J-11 is truly a Chinese design today, from the radar to the engines, based on a proven workhorse airframe.

The J-15 and J-16 may look like the J-11, but they are completely different planes deserving of the type designations.

Where’s the divergence?

The pilot can not only point the tail, but also the nose.

As it turns out, both the J-15 and J-16 have control surfaces forward of the CoG, in the form of canards and levcons respectively.

This introduces degrees of freedom and significant complexity to the avionics, and requires completely different fly-by-wire powered by data from separate modeling and flight programs.

Make no mistake. The j-11, j-15 and j-16 may share a common aerodynamic backbone, but each is an independent program designed to push the limits of Chinese jet design.

The canard (originally from the j-10) found its way onto the j-20 program while the j-35 got the levcons. Which means both the navy and air force will operate canard- and levcon-assisted fighters.

Maybe this was a flight program choice not to bet all eggs on a single basket but the Chinese military stands alone today operating conventional, canard- and levcon-assisted systems across 4th and 5th gen platforms. They probably have the most complete aerodynamic and flight control data for highly maneuverable fighters today.

That’s a remarkable position, and testament to an incredibly well planned and executed nation-wide development program over the past 3 decades.

And it is completely indigenous, even more so than Russia and NATO.

Lazy lack of imagination?

Far from it.

The devil is all in the details.

No. Not too late. Here’s a story I hope you take to heart.

Richie. We were friends since childhood. He was smart, handsome, really likable. Really was blessed with some skills and talent.

He had really abusive parents. I’m not blaming them. His brother Mike grew up under the same circumstances but turned out ok. Richie on the other hand had lots of problems. Especially with anger.

He never did a damned thing to me. Always a close dear friend. I could see he was going to get in big trouble with what he was doing to other people.

In his very early twenties he finally did it. Anyone that abused him in the slightest way got immediate overwhelming violence. I mean stupid shit. Like cutting him off it traffic. Hitting on his GF. A boss shorting his paycheck.

He finally got himself locked up. Pretty much his entire twenties. He got out a few times but always got in a fight and right back in. Fighting in jail too. Someone messed with his dinner tray . Instant severe beating. Someone scuffed his sneakers? Instant severe violence.

He spent over half of his sentence in ad Seg. We couldn’t even visit or write to him.

Finally he had it. He told himself, no more. I have to get some help. So he did. His parole officer was actually helpful too.

Vocational training. Psychological counseling.

Needless to say he was having a hard time getting hired. He had at least five felony assaults. Three with weapons. A chair, a beer mug, a two by four.

He went to work for a carpet installer. Older man.

After a few years that guy retired and gave him the business. Richie didn’t need a professional license for that. No problem with the state. He started making big bucks. Married his GF Lori.

For about twenty years he had a better than completely normal life.

I wish this had a happy ending . He started really heavy drinking in his mid forties.

The violence never happened again . I guess that shrink did him some good with that. The drinking costed him Lori first. Then his business. He was off parole for years at that point. So no problem there.

He just went downhill fast.

Had a heart attack in a bar parking lot at 53 years old.

My whole point is even after spending all of his twenties in jail. Except for a few months here and there. He managed to live a good happy life for a long time.

I have no idea what went on with that late onset alcoholism. That was an entirely different issue. He beat lots of issues but not that one.

So yeah. You can do it. You have to really want to.

They Found Their Mom Inside The Walls…