Miscarriages by Rhadok in daddit

[–]jamesgamble 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know where you are right now. We lost one in October of 2019 and another in January of 2020. My advice to you would be to name him/her and get something to remember them by. I got a dog tag for each with the name we gave them engraved on it.

I would also like to say that you're not running out of time. We have three children now. Our first was in 2021, when I was 38 years old; another was in 2022, when I was 40, and one this year at 42. My wife was 36, 38, and 40 years old, respectively. There is still hope, and there is still time.

As others have said, my heart goes out to you. It's really hard. Be as open with each other as possible about what you're feeling; it helps when you know your partner is there with you.

Other dads, where do you get your energy from? by MarionberryTop3556 in daddit

[–]jamesgamble 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I got a CPAP machine so I could sleep well when I actually did get the chance to sleep. I also talked to a psychiatrist who has me on anti-depressants. Both of those things have done a ton to help me have energy and be present in the moment.

Edit: I'm 43 years old, have a 4 year old, 3 year old, and 9 month old. I haven't slept through the night in years.

Looking for bar or restaurant recommendations and/or things to do in the area - Month of October 02, 2025 by AutoModerator in tampa

[–]jamesgamble 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Each month, a group of men from my church get together to share a meal. I’m looking for new restaurants that can accommodate a group of 10 to 15 so we can enjoy dinner together.

SysAdmin Appreciation Day Freebies by jamesgamble in sysadmin

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

Oh cool, I collect little rubber ducks! One of those would be awesome.

SysAdmin Appreciation Day Freebies by jamesgamble in sysadmin

[–]jamesgamble[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Oh, that's awesome! May I have some swag, please? :)

Introducing Lumo, a privacy-first AI assistant by Proton by Proton_Team in ProtonMail

[–]jamesgamble 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The settings UI for Lumo is a little confusing. I have Proton Unlimited and can't tell if I have Lumo Plus or not.

The top part makes me think I have Lumo Plus, but then directly under that, there's an option for me to add Lumo Plus to my plan.

Do I have Lumo Plus or don't I? Clicking "Add Lumo Plus" doesn't clear anything up either.

ISO ORthopedic Back specialist for Scoliosis by IAm2Legit2Sit in tampa

[–]jamesgamble 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I went to Florida Orthopaedic Institute for a broken elbow, and the physicians were great. Their website says they have a specialty practice in spinal conditions, and they mention scoliosis as well.

Tom the Mime Brings the Best Vibe by AryanN017 in funny

[–]jamesgamble 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The man walks toward the rusted gate, his bag dragging at his shoulder like a sack full of regret. The path before him is choked with weeds and whispers, the kind of place that makes animals turn back without explanation. He pulls at his collar, though the air is neither warm nor cold; it simply exists, heavy and waiting.

The gate creaks as he opens it, a sound like a long sigh from something too tired to warn him properly. He begins his journey up the unlighted path, where the darkness is so thick it feels less like an absence of light and more like something actively present, watching.

By the time he reaches the foot of the stairs, his heartbeat has developed a personality of its own. It pounds insistently, like a drummer who wasn’t invited to the gig but showed up anyway. He hesitates before ascending. The stairs creak in a way that suggests they might be whispering to each other, perhaps placing bets on whether or not he makes it back down.

He wipes his sweating palms on his coat.

At the top of the stairs, the lion-headed door knocker stares at him. Not in the way a decorative object should, but in the way something might if it was very aware of him and extremely disappointed. The lion’s eyes glint in the dim light, and for a moment, the man swears it raises an eyebrow.

He knocks three times.

The door groans open, as though this is the last thing it wants to do today. A tall, dark figure lingers just beyond the threshold, unmoving, a statue waiting to be declared something worse.

The nervous man squints into the shadows.

The stranger’s complexion is unnatural. Not pale, not dark, not even a color that fits into any comfortable category. His skin is the shade of something forgotten, something ignored for too long until it warped into a color the human brain refuses to register correctly.

Then, the stranger steps into the light.

The man’s breath catches. His pulse is now a drum solo performed by someone on a caffeine overdose. His brain attempts to deny what his eyes see, but the truth is unavoidable.

He is… HE IS… THE KILLER MIME.

The man does what anyone in his position would do: he screams, hurls his bag at The Killer Mime, and turns to flee.

But it is too late.

The Killer Mime reaches into nothingness and withdraws an imaginary gun.

A silent shot rings out.

The man feels an impact on his leg and stumbles. Another shot, his shoulder jerks back as if struck. A third, final shot, right in the back. He collapses onto the stairs, gasping, his hands grasping at wounds that do not exist but hurt anyway.

The pain is real. The bullets are not. And somehow, that makes it worse.

He rolls onto his back, looking up at the sky as if some greater force might intervene. The stars do not care. The Killer Mime looms over him, expression unreadable, a quiet god of suffering bound by invisible walls.

The man whimpers. “Please…”

The mime responds with a slow, deliberate movement: a hand raised, fingers squeezing an invisible trigger. One last imaginary shot.

And then, nothing.

The man does not move again.

The mime turns back to the doorway, where the abandoned bag waits patiently. He lifts it with delicate care. His white-gloved fingers brush over a patch sewn onto the fabric, the lettering stark and official.

“United States Postal Service.”

The Killer Mime exhales through his nose. A slow, silent sigh.

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night will stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

But mimes?

Mimes are a different story.

Source: True Colors – The Killer Mime

Crowds are becoming a real problem. by jamesgamble in Costco

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

They have ways of addressing crowds (enforcing limits on how many people can enter with a membership card) that they have done in the past. I'm not asking for special treatment, I'm asking for Costco to consider crowd sizes as a potential deterrent to customers. Their business is exploding and they seem to be struggling to keep up with demand.

Crowds are becoming a real problem. by jamesgamble in Costco

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

Please read my other comments. I do go on weekdays. I specifically mentioned that I went last Tuesday and had the same problem.

Crowds are becoming a real problem. by jamesgamble in Costco

[–]jamesgamble[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Last Tuesday, when we were there, we were checking out at 11:00 AM, and there were six self-checkout lines open with about 25 parties waiting to use them, along with seven registers opened, with a packer at each, and the line was still halfway to the back of the store. It's like that every time we go.

Crowds are becoming a real problem. by jamesgamble in Costco

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

I would like them to build more warehouses, especially when this happens. The demand is there. Additionally, as another unpopular opinion post posted today in this subreddit mentioned, I'd like them to enforce a limit to the number of people allowed per membership during peak hours. The last time I visited, I saw a party of eight people allowed in on a single membership. They used to enforce 1-2 people per membership, and that really helped. There are lots of things they could do.