Apparently using almost 300 GB of temp file storage but can't find it
Opened %temp% and theres only 3gb being used there. Disk cleanup can only free 277mb. I'm so confused honestly
Opened %temp% and theres only 3gb being used there. Disk cleanup can only free 277mb. I'm so confused honestly
So I was in a bar the other day after work, and I see this guy who looked kinda like a wet cat in human form. He was talking to himself and kinda manic looking so I kinda watched from the corner.
All of a sudden I see this bright ass light and the man is GONE. Just disappeared like nothing happened!
What if the people from the blip are living on borrowed time? WHAT IF THEY ARE SLOWLY GONNA DISAPPEAR AGAIN?
I tried talking to the bartender but he just told me to leave. I think he might be in on it
Is the government covering it up? i feel like more people should be talking about this!
So I [F26] work at a grocery store in LA and have definitely had my share of encounters with weirdos. However, recently we’ve been getting this one customer, who I will call G, that comes in at least once a week to chat about how happy she is to finally join the “MCU.”
All of my coworkers love her despite the obvious mental health challenges she’s going through. I haven’t even had any problems with her until recently. Usually she’s just a little quirky, but super sweet and energetic. However today she was talking about how she’s finally decided on her angle and wants to be a mercenary. It was a slow day so she spent about half an hour going on and on to my coworker about how she plans to get her hero costume and etc.
The problem came in when G starts asking us for names of annoying customers we’ve had and telling us it’s fine because “they’re background characters anyway” and “no one ever stays dead in these things”
This is the point where I had to jump in and suggest she talk to a professional about her thoughts and that killing people just because you think they’re background characters isn’t right. G started getting upset and ranting about how we don’t exist outside of the grocery store anyway and that she was just trying to be nice. Then my coworker start telling me off too?
I don’t think I did anything wrong. Like her delusions were fine when it was just about us being movie characters but she started talking about murder and asking us for names? I feel like I should report it but all my coworkers are calling me dramatic and telling me I should just let it go since G hasn’t ever been violent and is probably just playing a game.
I still think I should call the authorities but I don’t wanna get her in trouble if it really is just a game, AITA?
And by unexpected, I don’t mean like MHA and Batman, I mean two franchises that are so different that you cannot believe someone made it work so well.
Mine: My Little Pony and Batman. It wasn’t amazing but it came outta left field so hard I had to read it. I would say Detroit: Become Human and Batman is up there but I think it’s too good to anything bizarre
I’ve been here for a couple days on vacation and I noticed that all the superheroes seem to convene around here and I was just wondering if there’s people casually roaming around with powers? I saw a lady talking to the squirrels in Central Park yesterday and I swear they were actually listening to her but maybe that’s just my imagination.
Maybe my existence was a glitch in the universe. A mistake that never should have been coded into reality.
That realization didn’t fully click until I was twelve, the year my brother was born. I remember trying to change his diaper—he was this tiny, screaming pink thing—and I was clumsy, my hands shaking. My mother didn't just stop me; she threw me against the hallway wall with a force that made my teeth rattle.
The look in her eyes wasn't just anger. It was a cocktail of pure loathing and bone-deep terror. She shrieked at me, demanding to know what I was trying to do to her son. Then came the words, the ones that landed like a serrated blade in my chest: "You’re just like him. You’ve got that rapist’s blood in you. Why didn’t you just rot with your father?"
I sat there, clutching my bleeding head. For the first time in my life, I didn't fight back. For the first time, I realized she was right.
She’d never hidden her hatred. When I was three, she tried to "help me sleep" with a bottle of Benadryl. When I was five, she’d "accidentally" let me get into the industrial cleaner under the sink. But I was stubborn. I was a weed that refused to be pulled, surviving every attempt to prune me from her life.
By seven, I’d learned how to bite back. If she didn't feed me, I’d flip the dinner table so no one else could eat either. If she came at me with a belt, I’d wait until she wasn't looking and give her precious youngest daughter a black eye. I fought her tooth and nail for five years, a bitter cold war within the walls of a suburban house. But the birth of my brother—her "clean" start—finally broke me.