2022.01.23 06:20 mopoke Dash Cam Owners Australia January 2022 On the Road Compilation
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2022.01.23 06:20 vampirical_data S̡̃ͨt̨̠͒å̦͜r͇̉͜ W̴̬̿ā͚̂r̰̾s͗̄ͅ, W̵̍͢h̼̅̿ȳ͔͠ W̫ͤͫe̢̮ͨr̡͖ͦě͎͢ Ḁ͉́ņ̯̌ǎ̝̋k͇̀̇i̼̮͗n̜͒͜ I̵͒͠š̹ͫ Ģ͕̮i̪̠͂v̖̀ͅe̠ͪ͡n̙̋͞ Â̯ S̮͇̀e̴͉ͤa̱̝ͮť̮́ Ỏ̞͆n̰͑͡ T̼̀̚h̷̽͡e̵̹ͮ T̴̟͙o̮̟ͪi̷̷̳l̼̊͢e̶̟͟t̘̏͆ I͕͛͡nͪ͑͡s̖͐͡t̬ͪ͊e̡͆ͅā̻̀d̶̬̾ Ó̭͛f̡̻̖ Ş̾̈́h̨̉o̗ͣ͢w̠͚ͮs̢̿?
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2022.01.23 06:20 TheUsualSuspectGRE Cross-check data within two sheets
Hello, I'm trying to make a cross-data place within two sheets.
I'm having a list with emails and other information in the first sheet and in the second sheet I'm having one column with emails and one column with some numbers.
Now I want to move the column with the numbers from sheet 2 and place it in the first sheet. But I want to cross-check it that the correct number goes to the correct email.
I've tried with VLOOKUP or XLOOKUP but I did not manage to make it work.
Thanks in advance!
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2022.01.23 06:20 Topjaws Keith Richard reacting to something while playing guitar, mid 1960s
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2022.01.23 06:20 Infernogoboom Found somewhere in a discord server
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2022.01.23 06:20 Agima XML - Begginer to Advance Crash Course (Free course for now)
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2022.01.23 06:20 luvly_v Help me!! How can I start a conversation without sounding awkward?
So I have developed strong feelings for this guy in the past year but still haven’t gotten anywhere. I’ve spoken to him here and there, made eye contact occasionally, so I believe he doesn’t remember who I am or is familiar with me as I am with him.
However, late last year we had a very entertaining conversation which was the most and best time we’ve ever talked to each other. After that, we still didn’t interact much even though I literally sit behind him and have him in 2 of my classes. Most opportunities I missed because I doubted myself or was too scared to talk to him. Even though he was the most comforting and relaxed guy I’ve ever spoken to, I STILL get anxious to say anything to him. I have this horrible habit of doubting myself before I join any social settings, especially when He is in there. I’d really like to chat with him again based on the last interaction we had and like for him to get know me. BUT half of the girls in our school are crazy over him and I would absolutely HATE for him to think I’m the exact same. I just want to be friends with him because I feel like my romantic feelings would make it complicated.
Any advice on how to get over this fear and become more comfortable with talking to him?
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2022.01.23 06:20 financialfreedomnews 2022 Crypto bear market deals
2022.01.23 06:20 uwu_hentai_daddy Who should I get, Mikaela Reid or Kate Denson?
For people who don't know. Mikaela is the one who can alters totems and can make them a healing surrounding.
Kate is the one who can see objects and can get out of dire situations.
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2022.01.23 06:20 fortnitertwitter I tried to make goblins pumpkin bombs but 1.i can't draw and 2. The sharpie ran out
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2022.01.23 06:20 FriendshipOwn7743 Hisoka drawing I did on my Chromebook. First time trying something like this and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out!
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2022.01.23 06:20 feliciodario A Chilling Encounter My Uncle Experienced while night fishing near The Gulf of Boné
I just shared this story on the Campfire Corner thread but I guess I'll just share it here as well because why not?
This happened to my uncle Michael one night when he went boat-fishing with a friend in the narrow but arguably deep waters of Buton Passage, as it was known back then. He has told me many stories of his past fishing trips many times before, some are downright hilarious, exciting and even creepy. But this one in particular has always stuck with me.
My uncle Michael was a young police officer of Christian Minahasan heritage back in the 70s, an era of outrageous psychedelic oddities worldwide and the time when being a police officer fresh out of high school in this country itself meant you were probably just as poor as a farmer or a fisherman. He had left his beloved hometown of Tomohon to pursue his dream of joining the military in Makassar and was sent off to Buton Island, South-East Sulawesi right away instead.
On his day off, he went out boat-fishing with his equally impoverished and lanky fishing pal Markus, a man of Torajan ethnic background with an accent too thick for his own good and an unhealthy inclination to blurt out the local curse word cukimai whenever he's upset or too excited. It had always been just the two of them, sitting with their backs to each other on a small worn-out boat they had rented from one of the fishermen in the village, waiting in silence for hours for some mindless fish to take the hook, a long boring activity called 'still fishing' (just letting the hook dangle instead of pulling it through the water).
They never talked much during those fishing trips, he said. What was there to talk about anyway while they drifted the night away waiting? What's the point? The collective sentiment in their love for therapeutic fishing had been nothing short of a testimony to the hardship of their lives. Both had also failed to heed their wives' warnings about the strait's purportedly haunted reputation and how people had disappeared mysteriously there for years. They simply brushed it off as these women being overly worried that their husbands were going to die on them.
One night, out of boredom, the two of them decided to cross the strait and impulsively headed out into the open sea to try their luck as they had only had a couple of nibbles for hours. Up to this day, my uncle has always blamed Markus for that unnervingly idiotic decision.
"I told him it might not be a good idea for occasional anglers like us to venture far out beyond the comforts of the strait in the middle of the night on a small wooden dilapidated boat only large enough to carry a maximum of two stupid dickheads huddled together on it. But no … we had to get out of the strait because there were more fish in the deeper parts of the water. More fish my ass!"
On the other hand, his friend whom growing up I always referred to as 'Uncle Markus' (even though I had never met him) also insisted that it had been my uncle's idea to dare the open waters just so the other fishermen around would stop harassing them for being such a pair of salted pussies, and laughing at their bright orange life jackets donned at my uncle's insistence, courtesy of his fear of drowning.
As soon as the town and harbor shrank away from them, with the lights from the houses along the coastline blending together into strings of sparkling dots, they knew they had ventured far enough. Then just like nights before, a rehearsed routine of throwing their baits into the water and waiting in silence began once again. Still Fishing, it was.
It had only been half an hour of only silence and darkness since they had passed through the mouth of the strait which curved due West and merged with The Gulf of Boné when my uncle heard it. A loud splash in the water only a few miles southward from where they were which harshly knocked him out of his reverie. He turned his head towards where it was coming from and saw the massive silhouette of something dark and terrible gliding back under the inky surface, disturbing the surface in its wake.
"Did you hear that? Did you see that" He asked the snoring man behind him in a hushed voice.
"Why are you whispering? I'm partially deaf. Speak up!" said the latter who had been half asleep and was yanked back into the quiet dark world around them. His gaze strayed off to the side blindly. The ambience of their surroundings, with the dimmed glow of their lantern distorted by sea mist and the soft lapping of gentle waves at the sides of their boat, not to mention how freezing cold it had been that night, had serenaded him half into a deep slumber.
"Did you see that just now?" repeated my uncle.
"Something just splashed out of the water. Now it's gone."
"We're in the middle of the sea, Michael. Of course shit is going to jump out of the water now and then." Markus groaned exhaustedly.
"No. I don't think it's a fish."
"Then what was it? A friggin' mermaid?" Markus teased the other man as he started to giggle like a little boy.
"Let's just go back.” My uncle ignored him. “Tide's rising anyway. The quay will be underwater in a few hours."
"What? We've only just arrived."
"Yes and now we're leaving." My uncle snapped at him.
"I don't want to … I ..." Markus' voice trailed off. But the look of utter terror on my uncle's face told him something ominous underwater had indeed made its presence known to them.
"Well, I won't beg you to come with me and you can come back here all by yourself after you drop me off back at the quay."
"What's the matter? What's wrong?"
"Can't you see what's wrong? There's something in the water. Something that tells me we shouldn't be here."
"What? What is it? Cukimai, tell me! What did you see for God's sake?"
My uncle did not answer. He grabbed an oar and started to row the boat back towards the mouth of the strait.
"Jesus, Michael! What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't go back home right now. My wife doesn't like me going out fishing and shit and she won't open the door for me."
In a distant way my uncle had always registered that it's not that Markus was stupid or as clueless as he had always appeared to be in the first place, if any, his wife was to blame, for always treating him like a bag of regrets and past mistakes she could never get over and always whined about.
My uncle wouldn't listen to him though. He just kept rowing and rowing in silence until they arrived at the partially submerged old quay an hour and a half later. It was only when he already felt the comforting solid earth beneath his feet that he told Markus what he had seen out there in the middle of the sea.
It was the gigantic head of a massive beast bigger than anything he had ever seen before in his life. A beast known locally as The Embu. Setan Laut. The Devil of The Sea.
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2022.01.23 06:20 Right_Exchange725 LOL
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2022.01.23 06:20 ColeZaveri Tierlist of How Trustworthy I think some character would be if I was friends with them
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2022.01.23 06:20 Slow-Birthday-4497 That's until one of them says, “I Believe That Whatever Doesn’t Kill You, Simply Makes You... Stranger!”
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2022.01.23 06:20 swagNextTuber 'SNL' Weekend Update: Biden needed 2-hour press conference to 'list everything that’s gone wrong'
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2022.01.23 06:20 soap_muncher enderman snoo :]
2022.01.23 06:20 rossenov45 Crazy theory
I've been thinking a lot about this theory I came up with. What if the One Piece is the manga itself, so the greatest treasure of the One Piece world is the creation of Oda, and when Roger found out he laughed because it was unexpected for him to see the story of the manga. This also explains why Roger said they were early, because the manga hadn't finished yet.And Rayleigh doesn't talk about the manga in order to not spoiling anything about it. And that is my crazy theory.
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2022.01.23 06:20 phlegmman [17M] I mainly play guitar
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2022.01.23 06:20 LegendaryTribes (Meme) Bonjour Moussier
2022.01.23 06:20 ag0190 "This is my face"
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2022.01.23 06:20 pixelunit Spotted a lovely [‘65 Mustang GT350] (I think?) in the UK
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2022.01.23 06:20 Huhnlord Imo the SY finish with Savolla and Beggar King is to hard.
Every single SY I encounter in Top Rank (landed there yesterday, yay !) finishes with at least a 30 point slam in 3 different cards, no matter which Deck Type you encounter. It’s A) Plain Boring and B) so stupidly good it’s annoying.
Im not the best player, and maybe I could have won a fair amount of matches I lost against them, but to me it’s the most annoying thing this Meta has to offer. I don’t even know what to do against this kind of play, since the Decks of the Opponents are not this bad as I could lead easily by 40 points in the last card. Is there a strategy to play against them? I try to bleed out the second round after wining the first, but they seem to have savolla and 7 coins in the last round no matter what. Any suggestions?
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2022.01.23 06:20 heavenspizza Should I buy the Acer Nitro 5?
I'm thinking of buying the Acer Nitro 5, is it a good pick? Here are the specifications: RTX 3050 4gb vram i5-11400h (hexacore) 8gb ram (I'll upgrade this to 16gb later) 1TB HDD and 256gb SSD 144Hz display
I chose this as it fits in my budget perfectly as it cost around 68k rupees and seems better than the other laptops around this price point, according to me.
If there are better laptops around this price range then do let me know
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2022.01.23 06:20 LiquidRazerX Wie ändere ich meine Grundeinstellung gegenüber meiner Pflichten als Elternteil?
Es ist 22 Uhr und das Baby ist hellwach. Die Müdigkeit siegt dann gegen 0 Uhr.
Endlich - nun kann ich auch schlafen.
Bis hierhin kein Problem!
Aber dann geht es alle 1 bis 2 bis 3 Std. so richtig los :D
Muss gestehen - ich war nie sonderlich der Nachtmensch und mein Schlaf ist mir heilig - aber dennoch bin ich mir über meine Verpflichtung sehr bewusst.
Ich muss/ und will(!) meine Frau unterstützen und für das Neugeborene da sein.
Nun zum eigentlichen Problem:
Werde ich aus dem Schlaf gerissen und soll Füttern/das Fläschchen machen, so bin ich genervt und zeige es meiner Partnerin.
Nachdem ich etwas wacher bin werde ich mir meiner miesen Laune instant bewusst und bereue mein Verhalten Ihr gegenüber.
Versteht mich nicht falsch, aber ich trage zu unserem Familienglück ebenso viel bei, wie Sie.
Den gesamten Haushalt schmeiße überwiegend ich alleine.
Kochen, Waschen, Abspülen, Einkaufen, Wickeln, Füttern, Papierkram und weiß der Geier was. Kurz: ich bin gerne Hausmann
Und doch habe ich ein schlechtes Gewissen zu wenig getan zu haben. So, wie letzte Nacht.
Das Kind hat 3x geweint, ich wurde wach und meine Frau war zu Stelle.
Wie kann ich mich ändern?
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