2021.10.26 14:32 ASICmachine What are you guys using for portfolio tracking (Mobile)? (x-post from /r/Cryptocurrency)
2021.10.26 14:32 hurricanemod Southern Utah lands front-and-center on the coffee table in new book capturing allure of Grand Circle
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2021.10.26 14:32 TheProfessorFreaky JACKING OFF ONLY MAKES YOU LOSE
YOU LOSE :
2021.10.26 14:32 ralsei_goat_boye My collection, got the comb today
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2021.10.26 14:32 i3wb Im sorry isnt benzema an sbc card ?
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2021.10.26 14:32 ASICmachine Now that we're in a Bull run again, there will be a lot of new people joining the sub. Let's give them a great welcome and not mock them for being new to this! Let's do our best to help them get the gains! (x-post from /r/Cryptocurrency)
2021.10.26 14:32 huliuiufffh Ramiz Raja rn
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2021.10.26 14:32 JustABro- Worst loss/bad beat of the season?
As the title suggests, what is the worst loss in terms of points, or circumstance have you suffered this season? Any losses of less than 1 point? Any undefeated teams lose to winless teams? Any team lose to a team they had no business losing to? If so, which players are responsible for those losses?
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2021.10.26 14:32 RealOrtoXX Did rewards for Task 18 get nerfed?
I just completed task 18 with Vol'jin and instead of the pack I was supposed to get, I only got 35 random coins. What a scam! Is this just this character or did they patch out all the free packs for completing later tasks?
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2021.10.26 14:32 Replacement-Busy HAHA
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2021.10.26 14:32 ancdghe Undercover raptors fans in r/nba
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2021.10.26 14:32 ASICmachine In my experience advocating for cypto-friendly policy can sometimes feel like it falls upon deaf ears. So I made a DApp concept taking another approach. Any feedback is appreciated. (x-post from /r/Cryptocurrency)
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2021.10.26 14:32 BananaNOatmeal Anyway to identify the sudden increase in these unnamed devices?
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2021.10.26 14:32 Buujoom Unplayable
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2021.10.26 14:32 jassmackie Waves V9 cracked compatibility with V12 plugins
Hey guys, so I've looked everywhere and read all the info out there and im still not really sure im understanding correctly.
So I've got an older iMac (2017) running High Sierra and a cracked version of Waves V9 i got at the time. Now I want to buy the plugins legit and use them on my new M1 macbook air, but I still have all my sessions with waves V9 cracked plugins on my iMac that i also want to access from my macbook.
is this possible and are the plugins backwards compatible??
essentially what im asking is - if i take a random session from my imac with V9 plugins and open it on my M1 macbook with the proper V12 license, will it work without any issues? or conversely, if i start a new session on my macbook and then open it on my imac will it also work?
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2021.10.26 14:32 Krazzymonkey_ Lamp, me, hand crafted paper lamp, 2021
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2021.10.26 14:32 LelandAbbott654 Adventures of Zim & Gir 2
2021.10.26 14:32 Heel74 Unbelievable! The State & Big Tech Are Using EMERGENCY POWERS For WHAT?!
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2021.10.26 14:32 ASICmachine ENJ Crypto Price Bulls Are Ready To Push It For A New High (x-post from /r/Cryptocurrency)
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2021.10.26 14:32 Double_Sea1524 Where did you met your "the one" /SO?
2021.10.26 14:32 23aka32 The Dell
Dear Uncle Bubba and Aunt Bubbette,
I was so sorry ya'll got run off like you did. Personally, I don't have a problem with close kin taking up with each other. Might be a problem for any kids you have, but that's their look-out, idn't it? But, don't worry. Things'll calm down once the smoke clears, and the County fills in that crater you left. I might even be able to sneak you back up The Dell if you can bring some real whiskey.
If you'll take a moment, I'll catch you up on events.
As you may have heard, Li'l Edgar set the Sheriff's station on fire last Xmas. Li'l Edgar does like to see places lit up for the holidays. The Sheriff took offense, and tried to deputize a mob "to put some justice on the boy." Rather than have a direct confrontation with Li'l Edgar right at the holidays, most folks preferred to take his age and reputed innocence into account, and try to forget the whole thing. But here now for an early Halloween prank, Li'l Edgar snuck down to the Sheriff's place, and ate the Sheriff's dog.
The Sheriff knew right away who did it, and that evening he laid for Li'l Edgar outside the day-care just after last-call. Li'l Edgar's a good boy, and he 'fessed-up right away. Said he hadn't meant to do it, said it was an accident, and he was sorry. The Sheriff, realizing in the nick of time that - in his haste - he'd only thought to bring a street sweeper, a Glock-9, and a short-barreled Uzi, decided to give Li'l Edgar the benefit of the doubt. Apparently, the Sheriff harbored some further considerations concerning the accidental nature of the incident, and they festered.
A couple of nights later, the Sheriff got a posse together, and they all headed up The Dell. They had pitchforks and torches and what-not, but they didn't plan the thing very well, and, by the time they got up to our place, they were making a terrific racket that disturbed Li'l Edgar's beauty sleep. One thing led to another. You know how that is.
In the morning, all we found was one Deputy, and a reporter from the Bovey County newspaper, "The Bovine Blatt and Blast." On the up side, the Deputy was promoted to gibbering idiot, and the reporter crawled off, drank himself into a coma, and anymore just lays around his house, sucking his fingers and making motorboat noises.
I thought seriously about giving Li'l Edgar a time-out for what he did, but he said he hadn't meant to do it, said it was an accident, and he was sorry. So I let the little scamp off with a warning. Truth be told, all things considered, I'd rather not get on Li'l Edgar's bad side without a good reason.
You'll be pleased to know that my love-life has lately taken an upturn. One night last week, I left The Dell and went down to "The Spill and Swill." I put on shoes and a shirt so the barkeep wouldn't know me, and I was able to sneak back in for a little diversion.
I met a wonderful, old heifer there named Latrine Dubois. She was blind-drunk, staggering, looking for a place to fall, and I was quick enough to throw myself beneath her just as she keeled over. It felt like a horse fell out of a tree on me, and it was love at first sight.
Just before the barkeep saw through my disguise and hove me out again, Latrine told me that if I'd pluck my pride and give her three dollars she'd put me in a barrel and teach me a new disease. She ain't a real pretty woman, but she cusses good, and says she has warts in places that'll give a man the quivering shimmies.
Ol' Pa sends his regards. He's got a new look going for himself. He got started on it early last Sunday when a contingent of National Guard came up The Dell led by a pinch-faced, self-important, fussy, little Federal-man. They had some tanks and Sidewinders and a bunch of troop, and they all come grinding up the hill right at dawn. Ol' Pa went out to see if there was any entertainment to be had. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, thumbs hooked in his overall straps, as they come sliding to a stop out by the brier garden.
That Federal-man came bounding out the lead troop-carrier, chock-full of self-confidence. No doubt, he was counting on them Guard to back his play. Of course, these Guard folk's trained to observe, and the Commander and them just naturally spied Li'l Edgar rootin' around in the hog-pen, looking for pretty rocks. So they all stayed in their vehicles with the doors locked, the windows up, and their motors running.
That cute, little Federal fellow came running up to Ol' Pa, waving some papers over his head like they had some heft to 'em, and was yelling that if Ol' Pa ever went down the hill again that he'd be facing the entire United States Army. The man offered several other, rapid-fire comments relating to the increasing likelihood of mined perimeters, air-cover and small, strategic devices that came so fast I couldn't follow it all. And the louder he yelled, the faster he waved those papers.
Ol' Pa heard the man out. Patiently. It was Sunday, after all. When the harangue finally seemed to be reaching a shrill crescendo, Ol' Pa took a sudden coughing-fit. Soon as the man paused a moment to suck in a much-needed breath, Ol' Pa finished coughing, snatched the toupee off the man's head, hawked in it with a fair amount of gusto, and slapped it right back on the man's bald pate before he could react. The man was distracted for a moment by the novelty of the sensation, and Ol' Pa had to tap him in the chest with a forefinger to get his attention again.
After we helped the man to his feet, Ol' Pa told him that the invitation was appreciated, and welcome. Minding his manners, Ol' Pa returned the invitation, and said the Army was welcome to come up The Dell and fool around some any old time it wanted.
That Federal-man was bent over, hacking and spewing, trying to catch his breath, and couldn't think what to say. Presently, Ol' Pa hefted him onto a shoulder, and tossed the man onto the Commander's Humvee. Right then, Li'l Edgar looked to see what the hoorah was about, and all them Guard began spinning their wheels, trying to back up, turn around, and get off The Dell quick as they could.
As they disappeared back down the hill, Ol' Pa mentioned he was hungry, and we headed back to the cabin, hoping Mama Issac was getting breakfast going. Li'l Edgar said he'd already eaten in the hog-pen and wasn't hungry, but Ol' Pa changed his mind with a shovel.
When we got inside, Ol' Pa got settled into his rocker in front of the window with his 12 gauge across his lap, sipping shine from a wide-mouth mason-jar. To pass the time till breakfast, he'd thrown some scraps from the before-night's dinner out the window and, as them monstrous-big field-rats came sniffing at the scraps, Ol' Pa was picking 'em off before they could get a nibble of Mama Issac's cooking, go into convulsions, and die.
Ol' Pa was on a roll when Sister Bob came up the stairs from the root cellar in a new outfit she was going to wear to church. She had on a salmon-pink weasel-hat, a Day-Glo Orange potato-dress, and a fine, new pair of shiny, purple swim-fins. Ol' Pa had just finished re-loading as she came slapping through the cellar door. He shot her a distracted glance, said "Morning, Sister." Then he did a double on her which gave him a start that spilt about half that jar of shine on his lap and caused him to fire both barrels of his shot-gun into the wall just below the window.
The blast from hitting that wall so close somersaulted Ol' Pa backwards out of his rocker, right as the blow-back of sparks hit the shine he'd spilt on himself. Half-way through his surprisingly agile aerial maneuver, Ol' Pa went off like a kerosene-soaked road-flare.
He landed on his feet. Give him that. He hit the ground running in place and, for some reason, saying “heevuh hoovuh heevuh hoovah” over and over again, fast as he could.
Ol' Pa's been allergic to baths ever since he was old enough to bite the hand that fed him, and he had a lifetime of grease, grime, and body-ooze caked on him. As the flames ate away at his protective crust, the stench was awful. But the colors coming off him were so vibrantly kaleidoscopic that we all just stood there, rooted to the spot, mesmerized in admiration.
The hair on Ol' Pa's head burned off first. Been so long since I'd seen his ears that I forgot they stick straight out, and wiggle back and forth when he talks. He wasn't really talking, I guess, but that “heevuh hoovuh heevuh hoovah” had 'em going like Dumbo in a hurricane.
Ol' Pa’s clothes went next, and for the first time in my life I saw him naked. I will say this. That old man is massively gifted in a hideous sort of way.
At that moment, Uncle Priscilla trundled her great self through the back-door. She was day-dreaming about going to Pastor Ribald's Sunday afternoon revival meeting, and carrying a couple of turnip pies that she'd made to take with her. Those turnip pies of hers are potent enough to de-grease a tractor axle. When she saw Ol' Pa running in place, naked, en flambe, chanting “heevuh hoovuh heevuh hoovah” with his ears flapping at thirty-five hundred rpm, she stopped dead still, surprised into immobility.
Having no frame of reference for what she was looking at, it took a moment for the tableau to register. But, when it did, she gave a shriek, and clapped her hands over her eyes, forgetting she was carrying two turnip pies. The heft of them pies knocked her clean out, and their tartness completely dissolved that handle-bar mustache she was so proud of.
When Uncle Priscilla hit the floor it rattled the rafters, and that snapped us out of our daze. Sister Bob was first off the mark. She grabbed a 24 inch, cast-iron, corn pone skillet, and brained Ol' Pa with it to relax him. Then we took turns stomping Ol' Pa till it was just his major crevasse-areas that were still fizzing. Nobody wanted to peel them parts open far enough to get those last, few sparks so we called it good. Li'l Edgar wanted to stomp Uncle Priscilla to show her some concern, too, but Mama Issac said that wouldn't be right because Uncle Priscilla's Presbyterian.
Ol' Pa is so proud of his new look now that he won't hardly wear clothes anymore. That caused some confusion a few days ago when a couple of hunters caught a glimpse of him, traipsing through the woods on his morning constitutional. They thought they'd stumbled across a rare, and frighteningly ugly, albino moose. The hunters shot Ol' Pa in the backside as he was bending over and getting down to business. They supposed, I guess, that those over-sized hemorrhoids of his were antlers.
I better close for now. Li'l Edgar brought his bear in last night, and this place is a mess. Please give Missy Priss a kiss for me unless he's still contagious. Lord knows, I don't need whatever it is he's got.
Me and Li'l Edgar send our best to you both,
Ruffian T. Fitch
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2021.10.26 14:32 vertzzkai ELI5: What is the difference between Liberalism and Libertarianism?
2021.10.26 14:32 ASICmachine Brace For Impact: Wall Street Is Headed Straight For Bitcoin, Says Analyst. "Wall Street brokers are getting increasingly positive about BTC investments." (x-post from /r/Cryptocurrency)
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2021.10.26 14:32 JesusKuhl 20 - 0 as Pk
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2021.10.26 14:32 Primal_Oat When they Break
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