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Hey, y'all, I hate to have to ask for help, but my spouse's new job hasn't paid out yet, and I haven't had much luck finding work ever since my last job's transphobic management pushed me out. We're currently past-due on a couple of bills, including our car payment (which is the most terrifying to me), and our bank account is currently negative. We need around $700 to make it through this.
Any help people can give would be appreciated, even if it's just reblogging the post.
Birthday is coming up in under a week and I have no room to get anything nice for myself because we're struggling on rent again so if you want to help me out I'd appreciate the hell out of it because right now perceiving money in any form makes me want to cry and/or stab people.
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the link itself explains most of it but my roommate's car broke down and our primary source of income right now is gig work using said car. we're all looking for jobs but honestly even if we all luck into $20/hr remote work somehow we'd still need time with bills paid to actually start getting paychecks. I've been burning through savings and donations to help keep us afloat but there's no way I can keep that up if it's the only thing we've got. please contribute whatever you can. I've been bounced from home to home for over a decade now and I just want to be secure somewhere.
hey so guess what we're weeks behind on rent again and nobody thought I needed to know but we have almost nothing of what we need so any contribution to this or to my personal paypal
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would be impossibly fucking appreciated because I'm getting jumpscared by potential homelessness. people are getting real, bonafide taxable jobs but if it turns out to be too little too late I'm gonna fucking scream forever until I die. I have been struggling with no housing security for 10 years now and I want it to fucking end so bad.
roommate got a job and then lost it within a couple weeks so the situation looked like it was improving and then. fucking didn't. so this is still an ongoing concern.
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the link itself explains most of it but my roommate's car broke down and our primary source of income right now is gig work using said car. we're all looking for jobs but honestly even if we all luck into $20/hr remote work somehow we'd still need time with bills paid to actually start getting paychecks. I've been burning through savings and donations to help keep us afloat but there's no way I can keep that up if it's the only thing we've got. please contribute whatever you can. I've been bounced from home to home for over a decade now and I just want to be secure somewhere.
hey so guess what we're weeks behind on rent again and nobody thought I needed to know but we have almost nothing of what we need so any contribution to this or to my personal paypal
Go to paypal.me/casskrs and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
would be impossibly fucking appreciated because I'm getting jumpscared by potential homelessness. people are getting real, bonafide taxable jobs but if it turns out to be too little too late I'm gonna fucking scream forever until I die. I have been struggling with no housing security for 10 years now and I want it to fucking end so bad.
Click here to support "Keep Our Wheels Turning" by Anna Childers on FreeFunder!
the link itself explains most of it but my roommate's car broke down and our primary source of income right now is gig work using said car. we're all looking for jobs but honestly even if we all luck into $20/hr remote work somehow we'd still need time with bills paid to actually start getting paychecks. I've been burning through savings and donations to help keep us afloat but there's no way I can keep that up if it's the only thing we've got. please contribute whatever you can. I've been bounced from home to home for over a decade now and I just want to be secure somewhere.
In 1974, the Cleveland Indians offered beer for 10 cents to boost attendance. This was a great idea with no repercussions. Except that hundreds of people got super drunk and turned the game into a riot. People were streaking, throwing chairs, attacking players. It was wild as hell
games where they sell [item] for [extremely low amount of money] as a publicity thing are always crazy tbh. remember when they sold mirrors to fans so they could shine the sunlight into fielders' eyes when home wasn't defending? crazy.
Yo boss, I ain't even in this for the nudes lol, but because I wanna do baseball facts. Wanted to give more information on "10¢ Beer Night". Couple of things:
It was in Cleveland Ohio. My home state where we refer to it as "The Poor Mans Detroit" (on account of having similar systemic issues like closed factories and rust belt issues, as well as actually overtaking Detroit in 2019 to have the highest poverty rate among large cities in the US)
The actual chain of events is fucking insane.
Alright. So let me set the scene....
The Powder-Keg
So, 3 years before this they had run a similar promotion called "Nickel beer night." But they didn't stock enough beer, ran out halfway through, and then had a riot after. They also had an issue with folks showing up, ordering 30 beers, and then going home.
So this time the organizers thought to themselves "Alright, we'll double the cost, more than quadruple the number of beer trucks loaded at the start, have more trucks scheduled to arrive halfway through at the 5th inning, and we'll have a limit of 6 beers per purchase."
Not per person, per purchase.
Everyone involved somehow thought this was a good idea.
Also the teams playing that day would be the Cleveland Indians vs the Texas Rangers.
The fact that it was the Rangers included two important facts.
Two weeks before this game the same teams had played another game in Texas, where the game was actually delayed because the Texas Rangers fans through so much trash, food, empty cans, and random debris into the Indians dugout that they actually injured multiple players
The coach for the Texas Rangers at the time was an absolute bastard of a man by the name of Billy Martin. Billy was well known for, fighting, drinking, openly bragging about cheating, getting fired, being drunk at games, and went on to be hired and fired 5 times by the New York Yankees
Before the Texas game, Billy reportedly had told his players (to paraphrase) "Give em hell, hit em with bats if you have to! They won't do anything anyways, they ain't got no fans to fight us anyways!"
Now this got picked up by a number of local Cleveland radio stations just before the rematch in Cleveland. Who called for an "All hands on deck game" they basically whipped up the entirely of Cleveland into a frenzy around their team. We are talking non-stop shit talking and general rabble rousing by every radio jockey of the era for nearly two weeks leading up to this game.
Which, as a remind, will also be 10¢ beer night.
At the same time union deconstruction was at its peak in Cleveland. There were tens of thousands of unemployed blue collar workers. And the entire city was so polluted from the hundreds of abandoned factories that the Cleveland river had caught fire twice that year already.
This is important because a bunch of food vendors got wind of this huge game and decided to advertise discounts on food as well outside the stadium.
Which means you had a massive population who were: Unemployed, hungry, poor, bored as hell, stressed, and had nothing better to than listen to the radio, go to ball games, and drink.
(It is also important to note that at this point in American history it was quite common to bring fireworks and crackers and sparklers and such to sporting events to be set off periodically when good or bad things were happening in a game)
So up until this the average number of people showing up to see the Cleveland Indians was about 1-2 thousand people a game.
If you had to guess, how many tickets do you think were sold for this game?
5 thousand? 10? Maybe even 12 or 13 thousand?
No.
25,134 Tickets were sold.
Right. So. 25k people load up for this game. The stadium is absolutely packed to the gills with people. The game finally starts. And now I'll walk you through the innings.
The Game
The first 3 innings go by without much difficulty. People are drinking. It's rowdy but not terrible.
The fourth inning hits and there is a problem. They can't unload the beer fast enough. The sellers have run out of their stocks, there is more in storage, but they can't unload it quick enough with how fast it's going. People are getting mad.
So they come up with a wonderful idea. Let's just get the trucks, which are scheduled to arrive during the 5th inning remember, to back up to the outfield and people can just buy their beer straight out of the trucks!
Genius idea lads.
Additionally in the bottom of the 4th we get our first streaking incident. A middle aged woman runs out onto the field, rips off her top, tries unsuccessful to kiss the umpire, and is promptly taken in by security.
The 5th inning arrives. The trucks get there. They back them up to the outfield fence, and start unloading from there. Wondeful. Good plans all around.
Now, at this point the fans are drunk, very very very drunk. They have started throwing beer cans and empty plastic cups onto the field. The bottom of the 5th is delayed due to cleanup, and the announcers ask the fans to "Please try and keep the field clean for the game to continue"
In response to this the fans throw a wave of trash and fireworks onto the field.
Everyone, is still drinking
Now to be clear to my European friends. These were low percentage beers. Most coming out to roughly 3.2%. Which is why the crowd has managed to not blackout by this stage.
During the 6th inning you can see in the crowd as multiple families and those with children or are still sober begin to vacate the premises.
Additionally another pair of streaking incidents. One just a naked man decides to slide into second base, absolutely wrecking one side of his nude body to do it against the gravel like sand of the field, and a father and son pair rush the field shortly after to moon the crowd.
At some point a fan discovers that hot dogs are significantly more aerodynamic than empty beer cans. Hot dogs become the go to thing to throw at the opposing team.
Meanwhile, in the Texas Rangers dugout, Billy has finished what was reportedly his 11th beer of the night
During the 7th inning the fans at third base decide, entirely without prompting, that they simply MUST destroy and deconstruct the fence between them and the field. They can be seen pulling out the board and foam with their bare hands. Until the 50 security guards on hand rush over and start beating people's hands with sticks to repel them. Anytime the security tries to go somewhere else this starts again, 10-15 guards are left there for the remainder of the game.
Yes to be clear. There are 50 security at this 25,000 person game.
In the bottom of the 7th there is another issue. The beer trucks that have been backed up to the field have managed to aquire a sizable line through the principal of induced demand. Unfortunately the organizers thought that having this beer be served by teenage girls would encourage people to buy more.
Said teenage girls, smelling that this was all the world's greatest powder keg, fuck the hell off. Smart girls.
The ¢10 beer is now, free beer
Heating Up
So, you have probably still a good 20 thousand drunk, unemployed, pissed off, and violence prone fans, their team is loosing 1-5. What is the absolute worst thing you could do?
The Cleveland Indians, as they were called in this era, in keeping with their racist name, have a tradition of bringing out "war drums" when they are loosing an hyping up the crowd. This evolved over the teams history to having the fans themselves construct and bring these drums with them to games. And they have brought out hundreds tonight. Including multiple that are so large they require 3 men to carry and another one to actually play.
Meaning that as they continue to loose, throw trash and food and fireworks at the opposing team, there is also such a continuous din of booming drums that communication between security and players becomes all but impossible over the sheer noise.
We have now reached, the top of the 9th. Somehow, the Indians have rallied to tie up the game. 5-5
The crowd, is basically slavering at the mouth. And one of the Indians manages to get to second on a line drive. That line drive hits the Texas Rangers pitcher straight in the gut
The crowd cheers at this and starts changing "Hit him again, make it hurt!", the madmen beating the drums manage to pick this up and carry on leading a chant for purportedly 10+ minutes.
Meanwhile, in the Rangers dugout, their manager Billy is drunk as a skunk.
He can be seen having a screaming match with the fans and is being forcibly pulled back into the dugout by his players. As he has the amazing idea of trying to climb into the stands. Where he is likely to be torn limb from limb
Just then, a 19 year old fan has the most amazing idea of his life.
The Spark
He rushes the field, grabs the hat off a Texas Rangers outfielder, then runs like hell, the outfielder pursues, then the kid jukes him, he SLIPS ON A THROWN HOTDOG, and eats shit on the ground. The kid laughs and kicks him and starts to run off.
Billy, in his infinite wisdom, and fueled by the rage of a thousand suns, and filled with reportedly 16 beers, looks at his players and shouts "Hey! They are beating on our boy! Lets get em!" And grabs a bat before charging the field.
The Rangers hesitate for a moment before grabbing their bats and following him.
The entire crowd sees them go after a 19 year old kid. Sees the kid running in fear. And then,
The entire crowd stands up
The Riot
The crow immediately begins fashioning and brandishing makeshift weapons. It is a surreal scene as the drums refuse to stop and reporters begin to take pictures of everything they possibly can as everything explodes around them. There is a picture of 7 men ripping their entire row of stands out of the stadium, brandishing it as a group would wield a battering ram, seemingly looking to use it to bash down the fence between the crowd and home plate. The already rioting and rowdy fans behind 3rd immediately overtake the security in the panic and begin pouring through a rapidly opening gap in the fencing and barriers that they are tearing apart with their bare hands.
The games organist upstairs, realizing his moment, starts playing "Take me out to the ballgame"
The Texas Rangers turn around, having driven off the kid, pick up their outfielder, and then see 20 thousand fans bearing down on their position like a pyroclastic flow. Brandishing weapons that look like a baseball themed mad max movie.
So
During all of this what are the Cleveland Indians doing?
To their eternal credit, the manager of the Indians looks at his boys and goes "Oh my god! THEY'RE GONNA KILL THEM! MEN! DEFEND THOSE RANGERS!" And the entire Indians team grabs their bats and rushes the field, begining to fight their way through the drunken crowd towards the Rangers.
The announcers on the other hand are busy giving color commentary on the brawl and keeping track of which players from which teams seem to be winning or loosing their fights.
*Meanwhile, in the booth*
The brawling going on is the stuff of legends. Fans have commandeered the steel chairs from the now empty dugouts and are inspiring years of wrestling to come. There are fans grabbing large objects like benches and tables and wielding them in groups in some sort of riot inspired hive mind of sudden cooperation. Fist fights are breaking out everywhere. Some fans are spotted swinging bats in one hand while still gripping their beer in the other. Other fans seemingly had been waiting for this moment, and immediately pulled concealed weapons like knives and chains and makeshift clubs. Still others simply broke glass bottles or picked up the rocks.
The Cleveland players manage to fight their way to the encircled Rangers, and call a truce to try and get them out. They spend the better part of the next 15 minutes fighting their way out of the crowd to get the Rangers back out of the stadium to safety. They got on their busses and took off straight for Texas.
The umpire crew chief, in the funniest possible spite move, conceded the game to Texas once both teams had fled the field.
The Aftermath
With the targets of their rage now gone, the fans pretty rapidly calmed down all things considered. And about 20 minutes after the teams had fled, the crowd (Seeing the lights of arriving cops) had largely dissipated.
Shockingly, there were no reported deaths. And in true Cleveland spirit the cops only managed to arrest 9 people by the time the night was over.
i think fat people should be allowed to maul their doctors alive when they come to them about a health concern and only hear "have you tried losing weight"
Okay, American immigrant to the UK here to explain all the mistakes from Paul Hollywood happening here: there is one fundamentally American ingredient required to make a s'more correctly but which is basically not available anywhere at all in the UK, and that is graham crackers. A plain digestive biscuit close-ish, but still a very different beast.
From Wikipedia: A graham cracker is a sweet flavored cracker made with graham flour.
The next ingredient (which is also extremely traditionally American but slightly more variable) is typically Hershey's chocolate, but you could probably swap this out in the UK with any plain chocolate bar.
Last ingredient is big marshmallows, the kind you do the chubby bunny challenge with, like the size of your thumb and twice as thick.
A proper s'more, the most traditional possible variety, involves to graham cracker squares, two slab segments of Hershey's chocolate, and one to two marshmallows depending on your preference for filling and gooeyness. You put a slab of chocolate on one of the graham cracker squares. Your marshmallows should be toasted, usually over a campfire but if you're doing them at home over a gas stove burner is fine, but the fire part is critical. You can toast them to whatever degree you like, some people like them nice and golden brown but still kind of firm in the middle, me personally? I want that bitch to CATCH ON FIRE, I want it gooey and sticky as hell in the middle, crispy and burnt on the outside. Slap that motherfucker on your graham cracker and chocolate square, top with the other one so your marshmallow and chocolate are sandwiched together by graham cracker on the outside. You do this with your freshly toasted marshmallow because ideally it will be hot enough to start to melt the chocolate so it sticks to the marshmallow and the graham cracker and, combined with the gooey marshmallow, it keeps the whole thing together, and for that reason some people will let them sit for a hot second to let the melting process happen (especially if like me you have chocolate on BOTH graham cracker squares, not just one, because you're a sugar fiend), but if you are a young child you do not have that degree of patience and you eat that shit immediately, unmelted chocolate and all. Consume your summer camp delight like a tiny club sandwich, get gooey sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over your hands, and enjoy.
Important note: this is a kids treat. It is a traditional summer camping trip dessert. It should be something any ten year old with adult supervision and access to the ingredients can make (and make a mess of). They're called s'mores because kids always "want s'more". If you are using a blowtorch, chocolate biscuits, and merengue, you are so far beyond the bounds of s'more-hood that you have thoroughly lost the plot. If you offered Paul Hollywood's concoction to an American child and called it a s'more, they'd tell you flat out that not only is it not a s'more, it looks dumb and you didn't do it right because it's not gooey.
Graham crackers are a distinctly American thing. They were created by a minister during the temperance movement who believed that the way to get people to stop masturbating was to feed them a diet of only dry, sugarless crackers made from a coarsely ground wheat.
Fortunately one of the few things Americans love more than protestantism is adding sugar to things. So we added sugar and used them to make s'mores, the most sugar-heavy treat imaginable, and we never did stop cranking it.
fun fact one of my partners was a distant Graham descendant and she specifically endorsed both decadent treats AND cranking it to spite her ancestor so you're doing good work.
"why isn't there any good LGBT rep in games??" because you don't use itch io and don't believe art made by smaller teams is worth anything or you think nsfw art is an inherent moral failing. Go play a 20 minute porn game made by a depressed transfem lesbian and then maybe you'll calm down
I don't have a picture, but our area is flooded with a dude holding a comedically large hammer and looking to sue the shit out of any truckers that have injured you.
Alexander Shunnarah is such a big meme in Alabama that people got this man to attend anime conventions multiple years in a row as a special guest that furries and cosplayers can take pictures with and get autographs from. He's on nearly Every billboard in the state.
me (visibly sweating): ah, yes, of course! a perfectly reasonable price for a grilled cheese and a small smoothie! that was exactly the price i expected you to say when i ordered a single grilled cheese and a smoothie and my vision is NOT getting blurry as we speak! i am a perfectly normal temperature and my speech patterns are natural and even because this is the countenance of an individual who expected to pay 20 american dollars for a single grilled cheese and a smoothie!
you guys really need to get it through your heads that criticizing politicians, even politicians who you intend to vote for, is completely fucking normal. stop calling everyone a Russian bot over it, you sound fucking insane.
if i have to hear one more of you insufferable fucks tell someone that theyre "obsessed with purity" for making a very reasonable critique of whatever morally bankrupt democrat you've decided to idolize i am going to start strangling people
