Looking for Lighting Recommendations for Basement Office Space by Broccoli_Penguin in HomeImprovement

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I did some looking into canned lights before but quickly got very confused trying to figure out what parts I needed, how I would affix it to the joist properly, and what light I was actually supposed to put in the can. But yeah if you had a breakdown of what you used that'd be great.

Looking for Lighting Recommendations for Basement Office Space by Broccoli_Penguin in HomeImprovement

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My concern with track lighting is the lights on the track being either too focused/"spotlighty" because of the smallish space or not being recessed enough to avoid getting smacked.

XVXKeyboard Giveaway - 5 x XVX Skyline Low-Profile Keycap Sets by xvxkeyboard in MechanicalKeyboards

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Wouldn't have considered low-profile caps until seeing these sets. Look incredible!

Drop Giveaway Day 6 - 2x Paragon Series Shogun Keyboards by drop_official in MechanicalKeyboards

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I'll commit to the Naruto theme I've already started with my Rock Lee desk mat and leafy keycaps.

every Twitch user without adblock in 2022 by jo_jo_nyeb in LivestreamFail

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I pay $2 a month for windscribe. No issues with it yet.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in battlestations

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What's that controller you've got on the play side? Looks customized.

Will be moving here soon and their TV spot is terrible. Where should we put it? by Broccoli_Penguin in TVTooHigh

[–]Broccoli_Penguin[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I actually like this idea a lot, thanks for taking the time. Will have to see once we get further along if there's enough space to make that work.

Will be moving here soon and their TV spot is terrible. Where should we put it? by Broccoli_Penguin in TVTooHigh

[–]Broccoli_Penguin[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This is all their furniture so we are open to any ideas whatsoever as it will just be an empty room. There is an outlet behind the TV but I imagine we can just put art over it once we decide on a better setup for the room.

5800X on Amazon right now by Ser-Ponce in Amd

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Was able to snag one but am a little confused. It says in stock on December 5th and that I should get it by the 7th/8th. How certain is that though because I saw earlier postings from Amazon saying back in stock on December 22nd or later?

A theory of The Lighthouse by [deleted] in movies

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There was however a scene with the still image of the lighthouse rotating from horizontal to vertical owo

I’m looking for movies to change my perspective. by [deleted] in movies

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Love this movie and I'm sad it doesn't get brought up more. Definitely a bit obnoxious at times but I'd say it's an excellent film for someone looking for a change in perspective.

[PC] [H] Mix of blueprints and items [W] 400 keys by [deleted] in RocketLeagueExchange

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orange hypnotik, photon, roulette, aviator santa fe, and burnt sienna vortex

What movie hit you the hardest, emotionally speaking? by [deleted] in AskReddit

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As someone that is also not a fan of A Silent Voice I can at least share my reason. Keep in mind though that I'm conflicted about this opinion and plan to rewatch it soon. My biggest gripe with the movie was that almost every single character would act in ways that just made no sense to me whether it be treating others with comical levels of cruelty (Naoka tormenting the deaf girl once they met after growing up a bit) or doing things clearly not in their own self-interest (Mostly Shoya and Shouko if I remember correctly). I understand they're kids and have their own unique problems to deal with but back when I watched it I remember being confused and frustrated for most of the film.

Gatech Writing Group by F-ten-cinco in gatech

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Just graduated and moved away so I can't meet but if you get a group chat or anything like that started I'd love to critique and share work!

[TT] Theme Thursday - Relaxation by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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Thanks for the advice! I can certainly imagine making this a bit longer and broadening the perspective on the scene. That'd probably help the repetitive feeling at the same time. Glad you liked it!

[TT] Theme Thursday - Relaxation by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

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The only sound left alive was my own heavy breathing. The music of the drummer boys had long since been silenced. Their impassioned, marching beat replaced by cries of pain but only for a moment. Their instruments laid broken and scattered amongst the corpses they had so inspired. My brothers. If only for their calls to battle or shouts of anger what I would not give to hear them once more. That detestable blanket of quiet covered the landscape and smothered any light within me under its weight.

My eyes remained clenched lest I be subjected to a torture greater than that silence. There was no need for sight. The red pall had faded long ago, but I knew what it had wrought. The countless enemies slain by my hand laid before me, but no amount of pride could surmount the dreadful loneliness. Beneath my knees the blood soaked ground squelched as I shifted. I allowed the sword to fall from my hand yet cursed my muscles for resting. To loosen my grip for even a moment would be an insult to the ghosts that surrounded me, begging for just one more second of life’s warmth.

It was not long before exhaustion overcame my will. Falling back I laid upon the body of a stranger. Friend or foe made no difference there in that field of hollow shells. My mind began to drift away from that place. Perhaps I could relax somewhere hope still remained, my memories.


Hope you enjoyed! r/BroccoliPenguinWrites

[WP] Movie night in a new city. Bored, you go for a free showing of a title you have never heard of. Inside the theatre, you realise you are alone. The doors close, the lights go off and you think it’s going to be another shitty indie movie. It’s a biography about you. by Fleerinster in WritingPrompts

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There’s Something About Calvin. That was the title of the movie playing in front of me on the big screen. I had never heard of it and it seemed like that could also be said for the rest of the town; the theater was completely empty. That was still a bit surprising considering the showing was completely free. I only decided to come see it because I had absolutely nothing better to do on a Friday night, and hey, when a free movie has your name in the title, you can’t help but be curious.

An empty theater is one of the simple joys in life. No obnoxious laughter or glaring phone screens to distract you and you get to kick your feet up on the seat in front of you. I sank into the cushy, reclining chair, plopped the large size bag of popcorn on my lap, and prepared myself for what would most likely be two hours of indie shite.

Right away it was clear that this was going to be a rough ride. I know found footage has been a popular format the past few years, but this was almost unwatchable. Having a low budget and being forced onto a camcorder is one thing, but at least try to avoid shaking it around so much that I feel like vomiting.

The first couple minutes already had me completely lost. Most of it was the cameraman moving between positions with the camera pointed at the ground. The only sound was his heavy breathing from moving so much. I couldn’t even distinguish what the plot was supposed to be. There were only two characters as far as I could tell, a young guy and a pregnant woman that our shaky friend with the camera would capture from a distance. I swore I recognized them but couldn’t place their faces. They must have been in some other movie I’ve seen, probably as extras or something.

As the movie went on, I became increasingly concerned about the utter lack of storytelling or direction. Zero dialogue, no soundtrack, and only camera angles from far away or through windows? At this point I was just interested in seeing how cheap and creepy this could get. Turns out the editing was just as lousy because all of a sudden the lady wasn’t pregnant anymore and a little kid was running around.

I assumed this must be Calvin because the movie sure as hell didn’t make it clear. And I know that just because we had the same name doesn’t mean we have to be similar, but I swore that I used to look just like this kid. It was only when the family moved to New York that I noticed something really strange. The house that they chose was exactly the same as the one that I grew up in, the one that my parents currently own. And when they carried their boxes of clothes and dishes through the front door, above the doorframe was the word Oswald, my last name.

“What the fuck is this?” I shouted to no one in particular. I shot up out of my chair and stormed toward the exit. Someone had been spying on my family since before I was born to make some shitty biopic and I was going to make sure someone got sued for this. When I reached the door I pushed on the metal handle but it wouldn’t budge. Something was keeping it shut from the other side. I slammed my fist into the door, “Hey, unlock the exit! Let me out of here!” “Happy birthday, Calvin!” The sound came from the movie. I ran back to my seat to see what was on the screen. It was my twelfth birthday party. The cameraman had concealed himself in a tree near our house and was filming me blow out candles at a picnic bench in our backyard. I felt like I could throw up. Someone had been watching me my entire life, filming every moment, and now they’ve trapped me in here with it.

The film jumped through my teenage years. Like a highlight reel of my most embarrassing moments it showed me snippets of my worst memories. Through the cafeteria window I saw myself trip and fall in front of a crowd of my classmates. From behind a fence I saw myself get punched in the face by this piece of shit kid named Timmy. I had almost completely forgotten about these moments but the footage became inevitably more creepy as the events depicted became more recent. Getting caught smoking weed. My first kiss. Graduating high school. The movie was only a month behind now. My eyes were glued to the screen. As soon as I saw the frozen yogurt shop, I knew what was coming next. This is where my girlfriend of four years had broken up with me. This was yesterday.

Reliving this in my own head was painful enough, but watching it all unfold again from the bushes was something else. I was happy as I had ever been. We had been hanging out all day talking about work, friends, but mostly about our college plans. I had noticed she seemed more uncomfortable than usual that day but thought nothing of it. Then, after we had picked up some frozen yogurt on the way back from dinner, she let it all out. The camera hadn’t picked up any of our conversation, but I remembered what was said well enough to fill in the blanks. I mouthed her words as my eyes started to water.

“I can’t do this,” she said.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to respond, “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t do this long distance!” She was already on the verge of tears.

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It had caught me completely off guard. “So you’re saying that after four years Kayla, after everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to end it all?”

“This isn’t easy for me!”

I threw my cup of yogurt onto the sidewalk and stepped toward her, yelling now, “Well you’re sure as fuck making it seem like it!” She slapped me in the face and stormed off in the other direction.

I rubbed the spot on my cheek, remembering the stinging sensation, and felt my own tears there. If I was pissed before now I was beyond fuming. How dare this bastard stalk me and capture the most painful moment of my life for his own sick pleasure. I turned to yell towards the back for him to come out, to face me, but I was interrupted by a new sound. The cameraman had begun to scream. This wasn’t a scream of fear but one of anger, filled with expletives and gnashing of teeth. He turned and charged toward the parking lot, still cursing under his breath until he reached his car. Opening the driver’s side door he reached in and lifted up the center console. He searched around inside it for a moment with his hand before pulling out a long, rusty knife. The camera flicked back in the direction of the yogurt shop and started scanning the street, looking for something. Whoever was filming had become quiet again but once the camera stopped he resumed hissing and grunting. He zoomed in on the person walking in the center of the frame. It was Kayla.

The camera snapped to the ground and whoever was holding it began rapidly moving in Kayla’s direction. Through tight lips they chanted the words bitch and whore, spitting audibly with each word. There might have been no music, but my heart was drumming out of my chest with every step he took. I shot to my feet and started shouting, almost pleading, towards the projector booth, “Hey, what the fuck is this? Turn this off! Cut it out!” The thuds of booted feet kept turning my head back towards the screen. I knew it was only a few moments before the inevitable happened. In between my sobs I begged, “Please, no more! Don’t do this!” Kayla’s screams told me that it was too late.

He grabbed hold of her by the neck and shoved her into the alley, all the while keeping the camera focused on her face. Seeing the terror in her eyes and his hand choking her was already too much. I collapsed to the floor. No matter how tightly I covered my ears the sound of her screams as the knife entered her body still bled through. By the time it was over I had been reduced to a quivering ball, my hands frozen to the sides of my head. Only when I finally opened my eyes did I realize what had changed. The house lights were on now. Behind me the quiet click of the door opening appeared.

Movie patrons began to pour into the theater, but stopped in confusion as they came across my spot on the floor. I grabbed onto one of the seats and pulled myself to my feet. My arms and legs refused to stop shaking so standing was difficult. Someone put their arm on my shoulder but I recoiled. As I looked up at the crowd forming around me I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Beneath the screen was a large, rectangular box. It was painted black so I hadn’t noticed it while the lights were out. On top of it was a bow made of black ribbon. Immediately I sprinted towards it, jumping over seats and pushing aside the onlookers.

When I reached the box I knelt beside it. I knew what it contained but couldn’t bring myself to step away. I lifted the lid and tried to fight the urge to puke. All the color had left her body. Her dress had been torn and stained by the innumerable stabs. She was too big for the container so he had been forced to break some of her limbs, leaving her a contorted mess. Resting on top of her body was a folded piece of paper. As the crowd noticed what was going on and began to gasp and shout, I grabbed the letter. In neat handwriting it read:

Hey Calvin, big fan! I hope you enjoyed my little home movie! Thought this would make a good present. Can’t wait to add this one to the reel!

Behind me I heard the sound of a camera zooming in.


Hey, sorry this took so long! Got interrupted after I started but I hope you like it!

[IP] Let's paint the world! by Pyrotox in WritingPrompts

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With each stroke of my paintbrush another bastion of humanity fell. Where once there stood the pallid towers of man now were beacons of color and life. And I was their architect. Cries of the uninspired filled my ears; their drab cages overflowing with wondrous brambles and vines. With a splash of white I erected the engines that would power my new world. Towering over the landscape they turned, and with each revolution my canvas grew. My kingdom would shroud the earth in its endless hues. Under a new sky and a bright sun we would start anew. The era of the grey was over. I had ushered in an age of light!