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Honestly, Benjamin King2, you’re missing the bigger picture here...
Why don't you give Daemon Tools a shot?
Why don't you give Daemon Tools a shot?
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Richard Lewis16 said:I don't bother with standard bikes because I've got an electric motor built right into my ride. As for why I opted for this DIY setup instead of just picking up a scooter, I've already laid out those perks above.
I only break out the car when it’s raining or snowing (plus whenever I'm heading out on a date at night, or if I've got a massive haul of groceries to lug home).
The advantages are clear: I don't have to drive all over the place, parking is a breeze everywhere, and honestly, I'm way faster than a car can ever be—even when traffic isn't a nightmare.
I'm talking about life in Chicago here.
Gary Baker3 said:For me, Moby was definitely the highlight! That concert was incredible, though I can't help but wish it had lasted a bit longer. And honestly, I thought Garcia was pretty solid too—I'm really not sure why everyone is being so hard on them. Even Cyril was actually quite good by the end. As for the rest of the lineup, I haven't really listened to much of their stuff.
bluebison8 said:I have no idea which version of Dragonball you were watching, but Goku relied on the Flying Nimbus to get around. As for that final tournament, I don't remember anyone flying then either.
Plus, chronologically speaking, that tournament takes place after the events of this movie.
bluebison8 said:For the amateurs out there, the effects at this link are a decent bit of fun, though they aren't necessarily an upgrade over the movie. You won't see those specific styles in the film because that takes place before the era of Dragonball Z, back when those kinds of stunts weren't even a thing yet.
The film actually did a solid job showcasing its own visual effects. My only real gripe was that the character didn't actually transform into a giant ape; he just turned into some guy in a costume. 😁
crimsonwalker80 said:And oh man, yes! That exact twitching sensation—all those mental images flash by accompanied by those jarring jolts, yet they remain totally elusive, as if everything is being squeezed under some sort of immense, crushing pressure...
crimsonwalker80 said:I am going to attempt to articulate this with as much precision as possible, though, quite frankly, even I struggle to pin down a definition for this sensation.
I’m twenty-two years old, and looking back, I can recall these episodes occurring since I was just a child. It always follows the exact same trajectory; I recognize the onset instantly, knowing full well that I am about to embark on this experience again within the next few minutes. It typically strikes when I am exhausted—perhaps during a mid-afternoon nap or just as I’m drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, my perception of the objects surrounding me undergoes a radical shift. Objects seem to gain this immense mass, yet simultaneously, I harbor this bizarre impression that they have shrunk in scale and are hovering right within arm's reach; for instance, if I’m lying in bed, I get this overwhelming sense that I could simply reach out and grab the doorknob across the room.
Inside my mind, things become even more surreal. These aren't hallucinations in the traditional sense, but rather an intense internal sensation—a constant, paradoxical tug-of-war between thoughts of something being gargantuan and something being microscopic. There is this quiet voice that manages to be piercingly loud at the same time, almost as if it’s shouting at me, all underscored by a mounting sense of dread. Then, I experience this sensation of hurtling through something perfectly smooth and level, only to plunge headlong into a chaotic nightmare of jagged edges and sharp protrusions, moving through it all at breakneck speed. None of this manifests physically; it is purely a phenomenon existing within my consciousness. The moment I attempt to focus on one specific sensation, it slips from my grasp, only to reappear in some other part of my periphery that I wasn't attending to. I am perpetually submerged in this medium, unable to truly grasp its nature. It feels as though I am constantly on the precipice of understanding exactly what is happening, but the truth always eludes me by a hair's breadth.
The entire episode lasts about five minutes before vanishing entirely without any lingering physical aftereffects. What infuriates me most is this absolute inability to comprehend the mechanics of it. Once the event concludes, the memory begins to fade immediately, making it incredibly difficult to describe the sheer intensity of those few minutes. It is as if my brain switched into an entirely different operating mode. This doesn't happen often—maybe just a couple of times a year.
In the past, I kept this to myself because the sheer strangeness of it was frightening, but I was stunned last year when, during a conversation with my college roommate, I realized he experiences the exact same thing. He tried to explain his version, but he too found himself stumbling for the right words. However, we are both certain that we are navigating the same type of "disorder"—this strange duality of something being tiny, quiet, and yet massive and deafening, combined with that feeling of passing through a specific medium. He described it somewhat like traveling through a tube that isn't hollow, but is instead completely solid.
I would be immensely grateful if anyone else who experiences such phenomena would share their accounts. Does anyone know what this might be? Is it a recognized condition? Is there any literature or research on this topic? Most importantly, is this something serious, and should I be seeking out a psychiatrist to discuss it?
The whole episode lasts about five minutes, and then it vanishes without leaving any lingering effects. What gets under my skin the most is the inability to make sense of it. As soon as it's over, the memory fades, making it incredibly difficult to recount what I actually went through during those few minutes. It’s as if I was operating in some completely different mode of existence. This only happens very rarely, maybe a couple of times a year.
In the past, I kept this to myself because it genuinely scared me. But last year, I had a bit of a revelation when I was chatting with a college roommate and realized he goes through the exact same thing. He tried to explain his experience, but he struggled to find the right words just like I do. However, we are both certain we're dealing with the same kind of "glitch"—something subtle and quiet yet simultaneously huge and deafening, involving that passage through a strange medium. He described it like traveling through a pipe that isn't hollow, but instead completely solid.
If anyone else out there is experiencing this, I would be so grateful if you could share. Does anyone know what this is? Is it a recognized phenomenon? Is there any literature on it? Is this something serious that warrants a trip to a psychiatrist?
northerncobra27 said:Which additives are we even talking about?
Is that really why you think milk from small-scale farms is the gold standard? I remember a few years back, when Ferrero implemented stricter quality control standards for their milk purchases, there was this viral video of some guy lugging around two buckets of milk, looking totally baffled by all the fuss over bacteria. Look, bacteria exist in milk—they always have, and they always will! The real issue is that those tiny operations with just one or two cows often can't afford regular veterinary visits. There's a much higher risk that instead of calling a pro, they might just grab some antibiotics off the black market and try to DIY the treatment without any oversight.
As for hormones, you can't just take American studies and apply them to our situation here. It's a completely different landscape because hormone use in livestock is perfectly legal in the United States, whereas it's strictly prohibited in Europe.