Most masking ever?

2025.01.23 09:36 ambi-dextrose Most masking ever?

I think this audiogram might take first place for most masking I've had to do in a single audiogram. Both left and right for both AC and BC. Ended up looking like a sideways figure-8! Took some thought to describe the configuration in the chart notes.
Older male patient, right-handed shooter who complained of a recent decrease in hearing in his right ear. Yes he was also seeing ENT that day!
I'd love to see other interesting audiogram configurations if anyone wants to share!
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2025.01.23 09:36 Hungry_Illustrator73 urgent job update

hi everyone, i would like to say thank you to everyone that has supported me on my little job search journey. I have an interview tomorrow for a job and I couldn’t be more excited. It’s been a tough month and a half considering I don’t live with my parents and expenses/food are a lot of money for me. There has been days where I spend a day without eating but you guys have helped me through this! Thank you all for helping me out! Words can’t explain how grateful I am with my community.
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2025.01.23 09:36 BadAtStuff20 What is this?

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2025.01.23 09:36 Outrageous-Move-4779 LuaBackend BBS Ultrawide

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2025.01.23 09:36 TerribleSell2997 Critical Infrastructure Protection Market is Dazzling Worldwide and Forecast to 2030

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2025.01.23 09:36 Lews_There_In It's wild that the Breaking lasted generations.

I sincerely wish we could learn even more about the events during it. I re-read the the series every year and I'm always struck by how much of a calamity it is. Post apocalyptic fantasy is pretty awesome!
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2025.01.23 09:36 EducationalSell1926 Is Tom and Jerry popular in Malaysia?

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2025.01.23 09:36 tajsta Base '21 UX 250h with 15k miles for $25k out the door. Good deal or pass?

Hi all,
I found a deal for a '21 UX 250h with 15k miles for $25k out the door. The seller is a Toyota dealership so it should be pretty trustworthy. The only problem is that the windscreen was replaced due to a rock chip, but other than that the car seems to have no issues. I test drove it and noticed no unusual sounds.
Would you say that is a good deal? And do you think the windscreen replacement (done by the Toyota dealer) is a dealbreaker? I'm a bit worried whether in the long run, the replacement could have a worse quality than the factory one, especially in regards to wind noise.
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2025.01.23 09:36 AdmirableEstimate258 I wonder just how unfinished Ermac was, since his Order of Darkness Skin was updated to have gauntlets (thankfully) since the cutscene didn't have it.

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2025.01.23 09:36 bydevilz1 The Simpsons ending is going to be sad

I have watched The Simpsons since I was 5. First episode I remember was "Bart gets an elephant" in season 5.
I can admit that the new seasons have mostly been pretty bad but its strange to think its just going to end, probably soon. Its been there for most peoples entire lives. If they are stopping then I really hope season 36 isnt going to be the last, Its not good and would be a poor way to send off the show.
I don't even know how they would conclude a show like this. Through the show there has been various different "timelines" showing possible futures for The Simpsons.
Ending on a Movie could be good. A final movie where it follows the lives of Bart, Lisa, and Maggie growing up, but 20-30 years later they have to travel back to Springfield as Homers dying, good way to conclude a lot of character even outside the family and let the show 'age out' instead of a perpetual time loop that they can dig up from the grave in 10 years .
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2025.01.23 09:36 Bullshit_Patient2724 how to back up my files manually?

in obsidian it's easy, i know exactly where my files are located. but where are they located in anytype? the ability to manually back up stuff in raw format without the need for an internet connection is very important for me.
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2025.01.23 09:36 Fabulous-Arm-2860 Need Feedback on My Medieval Historical Fiction Prologue

Hey Fellow Bookworms!
I've been immersed in writing a Medieval Historical Fiction trilogy for over 8 months now. The first book is currently at the 50% mark (56,000 words and 27 chapters!). I've rewritten the prologue more than 10 times and I'm struggling to find a version that truly hooks readers. Could you please offer your insights on whether this current prologue piques your interest? What are my areas of improvement?

Prologue The merciless sun beat down upon the bowed backs of the toiling masses, men, women, and children alike. The devils of dust motes danced in the shimmering heat, blurring the edges of the field where Elara toiled alongside hundreds of other children.
The hollow ache in Elara’s stomach stuck against her spine, mimicking the cracked earth beneath her cracked and tiny bare feet. She slowly hoed the unforgiving soil in that unbearable heat.
Perched precariously high on the bony backs of their horses, the guards circled the field like hawks, constantly scanning the workers. Every movement was scrutinized, and every glance was suspect.
A stroke of luck or a twist of fate had positioned Elara near the perimeter fence the previous day. While picking up a turnip, she noticed a small, dislodged rock revealing a small hole.
Sleep eluded her that night, the image of the hole burning into her mind. She looked for a sign, and as if by some unseen hand, she was placed next to the fence and closer to the rock the next day, her small frame dwarfed by the towering figures of the other children. As if on cue, a slight commotion erupted as one of the villagers, an old woman, crumpled to the ground, overcome by the sweltering heat. It was a common occurrence, yet it provided the necessary cover. With her heart pounding like a trapped bird against her ribs and her eyes stinging with the salt of sweat, she quickly rolled two small, knobbly turnips towards the rock, hoping they would disappear beneath the concealing earth.They did!
The turnips, like two wayward seeds, vanished into the hidden space. The two turnips rolled one by one and hid themselves under the rock. Her breath caught in her throat, and she dared not look up. The next moments passed with the heaviness of her life. Her gaze fixed on the unforgiving soil, her small hands trembling, she waited for the moment that a whip or a force of hand would pull her off the field.
But nothing happened.
She slowly opened her fearful eyes, and nothing changed. The sunken lives bent and toiled for the crop as the guards continued their watchful gaze. The sun hid behind the big rocks in the west, and the final horn sounded. Like cattle workers were herded towards the checkpoint, each individual was inspected thoroughly. Elara entered the tent for women and removed all of her clothes. One of the guards took them and dusted them in the air. ‘Open your mouth,’ asked another guard. She followed, and he pulled her closer by holding her shoulder and checking her hair. The other guard handed over her clothes, and she moved out of the tent after wearing them. The walk back to her hut was a blur. She could save them. She felt happy, but the sudden stench of decaying bodies in the mass grave intensified her fears.
The pit with the filthy smell appeared like it opened its mouth after seeing her. ‘What if they find out?’ the question remained a constant reminder of the danger she had just put herself and her family in.
She hid behind a group of women walking ahead to escape her fears.
‘Walk away from us,’ said one of the women. ‘Your mother is a whore, and if they see us with you, they will think we are the same.’ Elara hurried away from the disapproving glances and walked alone. The pit continued to gape at her, showing every horror and secret in that village over the two harvest cycles of famine.
Strangely, the pit was not scary anymore.
She reached her hut that stood against the bleak horizon. The small door opened the gates of her world.
Her mother lay motionless next to her little brother, who looked like a mere wisp of what one can barely call a child. He slept with his chest barely rising and falling. Elara gently ran her oily and rough fingers to the bones where there were cheeks once. Now, it’s just a thin layer of skin covering the bones.
She shifted her eyes from the boy to her mother. The wounds of the noose are still fresh and getting darkened day by day. The scars left by whips are still running through her chest, hands and stomach.
The rest of the day was a blur of activity. She fetched water from the well, filled the pots, drank some, and knelt beside her brother.
Each time his bony chest went down, his little nostrils wheezed. She suddenly reminded herself that the wheezing sound was the only noise he had been able to make over the past few weeks. He stopped crying, crawling, and even opening his eyes. She stayed silent, looking at him, and counted the passing moments by the movements of his chest.
The darkness has silenced the night and lengthened the shadows. She looked at his face and slowly ran her fingers over it as if she were saying a final goodbye. The day's arduous labour had left her body numb, yet she felt compelled to act. She slowly walked out, only after cautiously looking around. There was no sign of life around, so the sound of hoofs. She held her breath in her throat and her robes in her hands as she walked towards the field in utter fear. The moonless night helped her walk in shadows, and the darkness covered her. She reached the field, passing through the gaping pit and hid behind a bush. The guards in the distance seemed fast asleep, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The horses neighed and whined occasionally.
She slowly reached the rock, her tiny fingers trembling as they brushed against the rough surface. The turnips lay nestled beneath, their roots stems, and leaves still glistening with freshness, just like the smile on her wrinkled face. She hid them carefully in her robes and started running back without looking at her back.
Back in the hut, exhausted, she washed them and started striking the piece of flint against steel, remembering the days when her father used to make fire. The fire sparked, and she hurriedly out the clay pot, poured some water in it, washed the turnips and dropped them along with the half leaves.
She looked at the two other souls in the hut, and a broad smile dawned. Her hardened wrinkles made it difficult to smile. It would have pained her any other time, but not tonight. ‘They will eat tonight,’ she thought, waiting for the turnips to boil. The mother and the boy lay motionless, but when she squeezed her eyes, she saw slight motion in both chests.
The broth simmered, the aroma of the turnips filling the small hut. Finally, she extinguished the fire, the embers dying like her hopes. She poured the broth into a small clay bowl, its rough surface cool against her feverish palm. Gently, she approached her brother. His mouth, parched and cracked, opened slightly as she touched the broth to his lips.
"We should feed him only milk," her mother's voice echoed in her mind, a whisper from a not-so-distant but happier time before her breasts became dry. The boy whimpered a bit, and she knew it was pain caused by wetness on the cracked lip.
She continued to drop by agonising drop, watching him swallow with eagerness. She could only hope his tiny stomach could take it. Her heart flinched in happiness as tears rolled from her eyes as the boy sucked on her finger through his cracked lips as if it were his mother’s milk. She gave him enough and reached her mother. She opened her mouth but was startled when the tiny door of the hut flung open. Her worst fears became a reality, and Elara dropped the glass. The barren soil sucked the broth as if it was hungry.
The two guards stood before her in a deafening silence that numbed her mind and body. ‘The smell,’ said the commander who stood outside, bending his body and looking inside. ‘You can hide the fire but not the smoke and smell,’ he said with a hint of a smile and satisfaction. The mother mumbled something, but the air sucked her breath before it became words. Villagers around gathered one by one with fire torches in their hands. The two guards dragged the girl outside and dropped her before the commander. They went inside and pulled the mother and her little brother, and dropped them on the hard ground. The thud of their bodies touching the ground was the only sound that came as a reaction, and no sound came from inside them.
The villagers, drawn by the commotion, gathered outside. Their faces wore a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity.
The commander slowly turned towards the villagers, showing his back to the girl, her mother, her brother and their hut that was about to be burned down.
“These are desperate times,” the commander said with a calming voice in that soothing silence of the night. “His Highness himself goes hungry to ensure rations for his loyal subjects of the land. Yet, some betray the trust placed in them.”
He looked around, giving a long pause as if to let the words sink into the heads of the peasants.
“Stealers are traitors!” a voice boomed from the crowd, assuring the commander that his words worked.
‘You are right,’ the commander directed towards the direction the voice came. The crowd felt happy to be recognised.
Elara continued to whimper in silence for what she had done. She would have received only a few more days and the month’s ration, even though only she could receive it in the house, as her mother and brother were not adding value to the great land—as they declared.
‘The Highness has only one instruction for such an inhuman act like stealing,’ the commander looked around and turned to look at Elara and her dying kins. ‘They belong to the pit.’
The crowd roared in agreement, and suddenly, a torch flew across and fell the dry hut. It engulfed the fire and lit up the surroundings to show what was about to unfold.
The commander moved to a safe distance as the guards lifted Elara. She resisted and screamed at the top of her lungs, but it did not matter to the guards or the villagers. The two guards threw her into the cart that had been waiting all along. They returned and picked up the mother and boy but did not resist.
The commander signalled, and the crowd fell silent. ‘Now you might think the Highness is cruel to punish the teething child even though he is a son of a disgraced family.’ He turned around, looked at the small boy and looked back at the crowd. ‘I was strictly instructed not to hurt children who still suck their mothers’ breasts.’ He paused briefly as if it would give weight to what he was about to say. ‘I am ready to spare the kid if any of you could teach the boy what it means to live life with honesty. Unlike his family here.’
There was silence except for the crackling sound coming from the blazing hut.
‘Anyone?’ he asked enquiringly, even though he knew the answer.
Elara sobbed without strength in the light of the hut and deep into the night. The commander waved his hand as a signalled, and the cart pushed by a horse moved closer to the package. The guards started loading it with the three.
The villagers witnessed another cart getting loaded to fulfil the never-ending hunger of the pit just on the outskirts.
Few of them followed the cart to witness the only spectacle in their lives these days.
The light from the hut distanced itself, leaving the path to pit dark. The night yawned along with the tired guard aboard. They reached the pit with a few villagers, and their journey stopped. Elara knew that was the end of her and her family’s journey.
As her numb brain tried to think, the two hands picked her up and threw her in the air. She landed on a slushy and muddy surface in the dark. After moments, she heard two thuds, one small and one big. She understood which thud belonged to whom.
The guards started covering the fresh layer with dirt from above. She tried to climb, but the limbs of the dead were trying to pull her down. She realised her strength was not enough as the dirt from above was raining heavily. The stench of rotten human flesh made her give up her breath. And the dirt and small rocks from above became more substantial and heavier. She finally gave in but opened her eyes, trying to take a last look at the sky through the shivering leaves before her last breath.
A few stars are shining, giving a ray of hope.
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2025.01.23 09:36 That-1-Femboy Pov: Someone I know

Pov: Someone I know There’s literally no context to this post. Yet. Maybe.
The person will understand it when they see it.
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2025.01.23 09:36 cIymax Final Fantasy IV Pixel Remaster: Pixel ReDefined (PC)

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2025.01.23 09:36 PurpleLuckyStar Blind Sword Nuzlocke update #1: the Wild Area humbled me.

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2025.01.23 09:36 Diligent-Sorbet-7424 A shattered dream, orchestrated by love

In the heart of bustling Boston, Emily, an aspiring writer, found her dreams stifled by the monotony of her life with Mark, a successful lawyer. Unbeknownst to her, a secret admirer was about to change everything. Ethan, her childhood friend and confidante, harbored a deep love for Emily, a love he kept hidden out of respect for her marriage. But when he stumbled upon Mark's double life, his protective instincts took over. He knew he had to show Emily the truth, even if it meant risking their friendship. One day, seemingly by chance, Emily found herself drawn to a peculiar antique shop. It wasn't chance, however. Ethan, knowing her love for all things vintage, had subtly guided her there. Inside, her fingers brushed against a beautifully crafted wooden box, planted there by Ethan. Within, lay a golden key and a map, both leading to a devastating revelation. The map guided Emily to an unassuming townhouse. As she stood before the door, her heart pounding, Mark emerged with another woman and two young children. The world tilted on its axis. The key, the map, the journey – orchestrated by Ethan, all to open her eyes to the truth. Numb with shock, Emily entered the townhouse, the key turning effortlessly in the lock. Inside, the evidence of Mark's betrayal was undeniable. A child's room, a stark reminder of the family she longed for but couldn't have due to her fertility issues. She fled to a nearby bar, drowning her sorrows until the bartender, a kind stranger, offered a sympathetic ear and steered her away from despair. That night, in a sterile hotel room, Emily wrestled with the lies and deceit that had defined her marriage. Mark's incessant calls, pretending to be on a business trip, only fueled her anger. Why couldn't he be honest? Why maintain this elaborate charade? The next morning, clarity dawned. Emily booked a one-way ticket to Sydney, back to her roots, back to her family. She needed their love and support to navigate this storm. Before leaving, she sought out Ethan, her confidante, her rock. Tears streamed down her face as she recounted the events of the past few days. Ethan listened, his heart aching for her pain, but a flicker of hope ignited within him. This was his chance, a chance to be there for Emily, to help her heal, to finally confess his love. "I'm going back to Sydney," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. A slow grin spread across Ethan's face. "Well, it's about time!" He paused, his eyes twinkling. "Besides, someone needs to keep those spiders in check." Beneath the teasing, Emily saw the unwavering support in his eyes, a balm to her wounded soul. He encouraged her to embrace this new beginning, to rediscover herself in the familiar embrace of her homeland. Little did she know, the man who had orchestrated her heartbreak was the same man who would help her pick up the pieces, the man who had always loved her, waiting for the moment to finally reveal his heart.
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2025.01.23 09:36 Virtual_Information3 Tech billionaires want to ‘overthrow democracy’ with social media, Spain PM Sánchez says

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