What is everything you need to fish for salmon on the boyne (drogheda area) not talking about tackle
2024.11.29 19:50 Flashy-Difficulty-69 What is everything you need to fish for salmon on the boyne (drogheda area) not talking about tackle
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2024.11.29 19:50 joonpay enstars update error
to any user experiencing the update error and being stuck on version 2.5 rather than 3.1 it seems to be working now after clicking the wrench icon and hitting update !!! just thought i'd post this since i saw others complaining and i myself had this issue before
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2024.11.29 19:50 MarzipanConsistent93 Kids in the neighborhood
Hey guy’s recently I noticed kids have learned how to smoke crypto. It’s getting pretty bad I’m seeing groups of them high on this stuff. If your child is “into crypto” just beware that they have learned how to get high off of it…
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2024.11.29 19:50 GentooIsBased Couch Slut - Wilkinson's Sword
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2024.11.29 19:50 Boh9889 Aperte due nuove chiese-baretto
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2024.11.29 19:50 MaterialAttorney9137 CLONE WARS - Holocron Heist (S2E1) Ventilation System
 | https://preview.redd.it/c65d5fbmaw3e1.png?width=1414&format=png&auto=webp&s=61c93004a9e4a553b6a0ef3f569bb2e7169c2dd5 https://preview.redd.it/jmpv7hbmaw3e1.png?width=1414&format=png&auto=webp&s=bf778c4cad424827eb42e7cc06fa9e3b884f6fbb https://preview.redd.it/p1s49gbmaw3e1.png?width=2000&format=png&auto=webp&s=a093ec7c9dfba51c6c3d1072b3a0f0c7acbe8068 This is a detailed vent system Cad Bane took to get from the SouthWest rooftop to the Holocron Vault on the NorthWest side of the Temple. It's more just to get a sense of the directions, so it's not up to scale. submitted by MaterialAttorney9137 to StarWars [link] [comments] |
2024.11.29 19:50 Kittypie75 European hamster’s defence position
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2024.11.29 19:50 pwnzz I hate CS Deathmatch with all my heart
I usually don't play official cs deathmatch, but I bought armory pass and want sometimes to warmup before the competitive and to get some armory pass stars progress of course.
This mode is unplayable because of:
- Votekick system is fucking shit. I don't camp, I go everywhere and just kill enemies and 10 seconds before the game end I'm getting kicked, because some jealous top2 scoreboard is starting the vote and 5-6 kids press f1.
- I fucking hate respawn immunity, half of the server abuse this shit, they don't move and just kill you when you are vulnerable.
- Player spawns are so bad, they spawn in front of you, behind you, to the left and to the right at the same time. Why can't you just copy brutalcs or whatever cs:go dm spawn logic??
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2024.11.29 19:50 joverrover If Angry Birds seasons had an update,what would it be like?
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2024.11.29 19:50 DarkMagician9125 ppr flex
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2024.11.29 19:50 Kilroy27 Sad country song about losing someone and not being ready.
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2024.11.29 19:50 FancySharkLongLegs What are the shortest front links?
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2024.11.29 19:50 TeroTonz Nooooo spoon come back :(
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2024.11.29 19:50 Blubgoo 1985 V. Carranza
 | Found in my late Grandmothers coin stash. Just curious how rare and valuable this coin is as I found many different priced comps online. No intent to sell, just curious about the coin! Thanks in advance!😁 submitted by Blubgoo to coincollecting [link] [comments] |
2024.11.29 19:50 sozh I recently came to Fes, Morocco, and brought my bike with me. A lot of folks have asked what it's like riding here, so I documented 17 mins of a normal ride through the city...
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2024.11.29 19:50 _CatLover_ G Hub
It's simply so good that after 15+ years of using and recommending logitech to friends and family asking for my advice, I now pledge to never buy a single logitech product ever again for the rest of my life.
How can this piece of malware junk have the same issues people have been asking about for over 6 years? It is simply unacceptable.
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2024.11.29 19:50 zzwolfzz Que dicen los compas de sinaloa sera cierto?
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2024.11.29 19:50 Gloomy_Arm9756 some basic help?
Age appropriate for 4+ and I (full adult) can't figure out how to fish or scare people. what am I missing?
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2024.11.29 19:50 BeneficialPitch8375 Scam
Scam hogya bhai . As I ordered from KFC and delivery partner reached my location around 100-200 metres away from my home and it's shows my order is already delivered and as I am contacting Zomato customer service they are telling me to write email. And after email they are not responding.
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2024.11.29 19:50 Admirable_Copy8254 These worth 230? they seem pretty used
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2024.11.29 19:50 TCH62120 Curry of Life for the Brain
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2024.11.29 19:50 Burning_Bridge4850 What kink you would really like to try but just won't do it and why?
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2024.11.29 19:50 Beautiful-Hold4430 To Win At All Costs
Humanity had just joined the ranks of spacefaring civilizations. With the successful development of an FTL drive, they unlocked the stars—and, along with it, the intergalactic web. Suddenly, humanity was everywhere: roaming new star systems, leaving behind pioneer trails. Sometimes where they shouldn’t be.It wasn’t long before someone began bypassing secure systems, silently evading traps and authorization screens, delving deeper into places they shouldn’t be. It seemed like a game at first—but it felt more serious.
There were things hidden in the galaxy. Things best left undisturbed. Secrets older than the stars themselves, lying dormant in shadowed places where no light could reach. The galaxy’s great powers had long known of such things, guarding them with vigilance, for the cost of failure was unthinkable.
One such place was a hyper-secure bunker, sealed beneath layers of technology and paranoia. Few dared approach it. Fewer still knew what lay within. Today, within its depths, preparations were underway for the annual war simulation—a tradition among the galaxy’s most powerful empires. Here, strategies were tested, alliances forged, and the cost of weakness exposed.
Every great power was represented, their finest machines and minds locked in brutal, unrelenting battle. Every power, that is, except humanity.
Humanity was new to the stars, its admission still caught in bureaucratic limbo. Officially, they were “under review,” their candidacy delayed by caution and suspicion. If they were lucky, they might earn a place in the simulations within a decade. Perhaps two.
Combat Procedures Loaded
All Weapons Free
Sensors Online
Enemy Detected
Primary Mission: Destroy at least two enemy warbots Secondary Mission: Deal as much damage as possible (unlikely attainable) Tertiary Mission: Delay enemy for at least 30 minutes until reinforcements arrive (next to impossible)
Combat View Enabled
The warbot steadily climbed the hill, positioning itself for an optimal vantage point. He scanned the terrain, watching as the enemy forces advanced. There was no doubt: the odds were stacked against him.
But the mission was clear. He couldn’t let them reach the top of the hill, not without exacting a cost. The 30-minute delay? Unlikely. But that was just a number to him. Numbers didn’t matter.
He still had to see the enemy that could take him down.
He watched from a high vantage point, eyes locked on the approaching enemy. They were coming from three different directions, separated only by narrow streets that wound their way up the hill.
Once they reached the top, they'd be able to link up. He had to act fast.
With a swift, calculated motion, he rushed toward one of the advancing lines, planting mines along the ground, at doorways, and in windows. This passage would soon become a death trap. Without hesitation, he scaled the nearest building, defying gravity with a series of calculated leaps, landing directly in the middle of another enemy group.
Smoke canisters popped, spewing clouds that shrouded him from sight. For him, it was easy—his enemies were nothing but targets. For them, it was hell. The thick smoke made their vision useless, turning them into frantic, blind prey. The air was filled with the sounds of confusion and panic as they fired wildly, just as likely to hit each other as the warbot. His health bar depleted. The chaos escalated.
The warbot moved through the confusion like a predator in the fog, always a step ahead. He could hear the enemy scrambling, shouting orders, trying to regain some semblance of control. But in the smoke, they were helpless—blind targets for his relentless pursuit.
He had no time to savor the victories. The battle was far from over. With every passing moment, more enemies closed in. Each new wave pushed him further, wearing down his already damaged systems.
He fired again, his gunshots filling the air with the sharp crack of high-velocity rounds tearing through enemy ranks. Every shot seemed to hit home, yet he could feel his energy reserves depleting, his movements growing more sluggish. But there was no choice but to push on.
At this point, he was so close to the enemy he could tap into their communications, a wicked grin forming in the damaged, chipped plating of his face. The messages he overheard were laced with panic, desperation starting to seep into their voices.
“Why isn’t it dead yet?” one voice cracked through the static.
“It just keeps going on, it should be dead!” another alien exclaimed, the panic unmistakable.
“Kill it! Kill it again!” a third voice, frantic, ordered.
For a moment, the warbot’s systems registered the flashing notification: "Dead"—but it was a fleeting glance. It barely registered. A glitch, maybe? A part of him that didn’t quite care, even if it was true. He ignored the warning, continuing to engage with cold, mechanical precision.
A red flashing display tried to distract him from the chaos outside. “Dead.” The words blinked incessantly on his HUD.
Nothing that would help him right now, he concluded, and shifted his focus to the next target.
He fired again, the shots ringing through the air, sharp and brutal. But his movements were growing more erratic. The right leg malfunctioned, kicking out in unpredictable circles. The damage was severe, the warbot’s systems struggling to keep up. He could feel the sluggishness creeping in, but there was no choice.
He hadn’t fired his main cannon for some time. The barrel was badly damaged—an explosion from a nearby missile had torn half of it away, leaving a jagged mess of metal. But the enemy was closing in fast. Precision no longer mattered.
The first few rounds exploded wildly close, the misshapen barrel barely holding together. Each impact hammered the twisted metal into a crude approximation of its original form. Then, the rounds began to connect. The air crackled with deafening blasts as the warbot's cannon fired with brutal force. Explosions erupted through enemy ranks, tearing them apart in seconds, leaving smoldering husks in the wake.
His systems were failing. The lights flickered, his movements were jerky, and his energy reserves were nearly depleted. But he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. There were still enemies to take down.
The situation worsened with each passing minute. His body had become a patchwork of surviving systems, a testament to stubbornness more than design. His right leg was virtually useless, his cannon barely functional, and his energy reserves were dwindling fast.
Yet he fought on, finding new ways to adapt, to keep going. He threw himself into the fray with wild determination, his movements frantic, but precise. Each shot was a gamble, each turn a calculated risk.
The damage was mounting. He could feel the internal alarms blaring, his systems warning him of impending failure. But there was no room for hesitation. There was only the next enemy, the next shot, the next moment. He only needed to hold on for 5 more minutes.
His right leg was no longer responding. It kept kicking wildly, dragging him in small, erratic circles. The joint whined and groaned with every spastic movement. He took shots whenever the movement lined him up with an enemy, but he lacked control. 3 minutes left.
Frustrated, he pulled a steel cable from a storage compartment and hurled it over a steel beam—the remnants of a building that had crumbled under heavy fire.
Now, he was hanging from the beam. His leg continued to kick against the wall, but with the new leverage, he was able to turn much faster. This might work—at least until he ran out of ammunition.
The warbot lay motionless on the battlefield, its systems finally succumbing to the brutal onslaught. The countdown at 0:00. Streaks in the air denoted the incoming drop pods. His forces. The enemy was done for. Smoke billowed from its cracked armor, and the faint flicker of its dying lights was the only sign of life left. The enemy forces, having finally overwhelmed it, hesitated. They watched in stunned silence, trying to process what they had just witnessed.
A flicker of movement caught the attention of one of the alien commanders. “It’s over,” the voice echoed over the comms, though there was no hint of triumph in it. “This unit is… dead, but we still lost.”
“But it didn’t stop,” another alien remarked, still eyeing the motionless warbot. “It should’ve stopped. The rules said it was dead after its health was depleted. Yet it kept fighting… kept moving.”
A third voice, colder and more analytical, chimed in. “It didn’t follow the rules. It never did.”
The group fell silent, each of them processing the implications of what they had seen. The battle was over, but the lesson was just beginning to sink in. These were war games—simulations designed to test the limits of combat strategies. And yet, this human warbot had defied all expectations. It had refused to accept defeat, continuing to fight long after the system declared it dead.
“We thought it was malfunctioning,” one alien muttered. “But it wasn’t. It was fighting. It was cheating—but it didn’t stop. It didn’t care about the rules.”
The silence lingered, and then another voice spoke, quieter but with a clear, growing fear. “If humans are anything like this machine... if they fight like this, with no regard for rules, how can we win? What kind of enemy are we facing?”
The commander’s voice, now cold with realization, was the final word. “If humanity fights like this—stubborn, relentless, and willing to cheat to win—then we should never pick a fight with them. Ever.”
The warbot’s systems finally powered down, its last movements grinding to a halt as the battlefield fell silent. The enemies it had mowed down lay in ruin, but the task was far from clean. The mission—impossible by every measure—had been completed.
In the dimly lit room, the older brother leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. He’d been watching the battle unfold on the screen, tracking the warbot’s relentless path. The younger sibling, the 13-year-old controller, was grinning widely beside him, clearly pleased with how the mission had gone.
The older brother sighed heavily, shaking his head.
“Dude, you’re such a hack,” he muttered, glancing at the screen. “The warbot was dead five minutes ago. What the hell were you doing?”
The younger brother’s grin faltered for a second. “I was just—”
“No, you weren’t,” the older one interrupted, his tone amused but exasperated. “You kept that thing moving like it was still alive. You weren’t playing by the rules, man. That’s cheating.”
The younger brother shrugged, unconcerned. “It worked, didn’t it?”
The older brother smirked. “Yeah, it worked. But I swear, next time, don’t hack the system just to get the damn thing to keep going after it’s dead.”
The younger brother looked over at him. “You think I can’t win fair and square?”
“Nah, it’s not that,” the older one said, chuckling. “It’s just—what’s the point of having a warbot if you’re not gonna let it die when it’s supposed to? I mean, come on. You’re gonna make me look bad once they ever find out how you got that thing to keep going. Just... I don’t know, maybe play by the damn rules next time.”
The younger brother just grinned again, turning back to the screen. “Where’s the fun in that? Next time, I’ll bring an aimbot.”
The End
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2024.11.29 19:50 Ok_Inspection7217 Qui me feed des influ pendant que je cam ? TLG : Check0012
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2024.11.29 19:50 SpiritedSpeaker92 Does Env. sustainability and green tech or Medical engineering (tissue) offer better career prospects?
Hi all, I recently finished my undergrad in Natural Sciences (mainly biology/health sciences based with a couple of modules around env science thrown in) and have received 2 offers to study MSc's in Medical Engineering (Cell and Tissue) and Environmental Sustainability and Green Tech.
I am agonising over deciding which path to follow next as I feel once I choose one route or the other I am pretty much pursuing that scientific field in terms of future academia and career (forever).
My current thought process is this (verbal diarrhoea incoming):
I have always been interested in medical science and the molecular chemistry involved in disease, its treatment and drug development and having studied a module in infectious disease at undergrad i was keen to pursue this avenue.
The tissue engineering side of medical engineering grabbed me instantly due to its sci fi nature and frankly astonishing advancements and innovation - I mean bioprinting heart valves in a lab - prettyyyy crazy.
I also enjoyed studying some env. science modules due to the inherent problem solving approach to some of Earth's biggest challenges and felt this was suited to my philosophical and strategic mindset in terms of being able to present arguments/viewpoints about how to effectively considedesign/implement solutions to pressing issues of climate change, food security and loss of biodiversity - real big picture stuff.
So ultimately, my decision comes down to prospects following each Master's course.
Environmental sustainability and green tech feels like the big picture, trendier option with more versatility in terms of working in a variety of industries and there seems to be higher demand and roles/grad places when looking on job sites. I also feel like there'd be more opportunities to travel and with accreditation maybe more potential to one day work independently as a consultant.
Negatives - It doesn't excite me as much as the medical field and I feel like atm any tom, dick and harry is pushing into the env. sustainability/green jobs space.
Tissue engineering is much more specialized and small scale in terms of potential employment opportunities. The course content sounds fascinating and medical biology is my first love BUT I am terrified going down this avenue would be naive.
Firstly, in terms of potential roles out there, from a few searches on job sites it appears there isn't that much to go around, especially given the vast numbers of graduates in biomedical sciences/engineering etc and entry level positions are surprisingly low paying (23k per year!?!?)
Secondly, I worry that even if I do find a role I could just end up being a research scientist stuck at a lab bench for the rest of my life with a max earnings of 40k per year in what is actually a highly skilled role.
Thirdly, I worry that even though my MSc would be specialised, companies wouldn't recognise me due to my BSc in a broad based subject (Natural Sciences) and are more likely to hire experienced people with a good BSc grounded in the field.
So I'd be really grateful if people in biotech/pharma/medical devices could give me a heads up as to whether I have any real prospects going forward or is the best I could do being stuck as a low level worker drone in the lab?
And I'd be equally grateful if Env. Sustainability grads/consultants could let me know if the job really is all that and if it offers all the opportunities and independence companies like WSP say it does on their grad scheme ads?
Thanks in advance!
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