counter up in the corner is still at zero

2021.10.22 10:54 spears27 counter up in the corner is still at zero

I downloaded the swash extention on my brave browser a few days ago and the count still reads zero. i have used youtube, amazon, and a few other sites. Is it normal for the count to still be zero?
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2021.10.22 10:54 EchoAzulai Simultaneous house purchase and job change

Sorry if this isn't the right group, struggling to find the right one!
I'm currently exchanging contracts for a house purchase in England which we are hoping will complete in the next couple of weeks. This is being funded by deposit and mortgage.
I have also been offered a job which will need me to hand in my notice soon so I can hopefully negotiate an exit for the 1st January which is shorter than my notice period of 3 months.
I know that changing jobs can have an impact on the mortgage, and so wondered what timing is safest?
I also wondered if it would be worth speaking to our conveyencer or if they would be obligated to raise it with the lender since they are also acting as their solicitor for the sale.
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2021.10.22 10:54 harutw3 Dahyun & Yeonhee

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2021.10.22 10:54 ShortAlgo $YELL Waiting for Short signal on YELL

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2021.10.22 10:54 Superb-Tart-6716 army brain fart

In the army we had war games vs canada. After several days of being pushed back repeatedly, Master SGT held a meeting in the command tent. We all gatherd around and listened to him talk about how we were all going to make it, and bla bla bla, get our shit togeather. we started to get a radio call and i was told to ignore it while the Master Sgt was talking, I noticed the voice sounded like it was panicing which made me suspicous. The radio kept going off and i noticed one of the war games referees in the cornors laughing to himself, while our radio kept going off. Putting 1+1 togeather i figured we were under attack and so i went to grab the radio and was told if i touched it again i would get a article 15 (criminal charges) if i touched the radio. so at that point my brain starts doing a weird looping calculation and IDK wtf is happening.
I was ordered not to touch the radio.
I suspect if I don't touch the radio we will all die in practice war games
If I do touch the radio and I'm wrong I could be brought up on charges If I do touch the radio and I'm wrong I could be brought up on charges.
All of the evidence pointed towards we were under attack but all of the standing orders said do nothing.
In the end I did not answer the radio and the enemy was totally inside of our perimeter in fact they were right outside the command tent where we were having our briefing... The war games referee killed 13 of us for this
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2021.10.22 10:54 mrcruzcnfts Cardano Exclusive "Que TETAS creyendo, bébe" will be Available on November 5, 2021. 🖼️ Super limited editions of only 10.🖼️ Every piece will include a physical shine pearl print 11x14 📬 Shipped to you 📬

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2021.10.22 10:54 Mr_Boston_ Wing Sung 3001 anatomy

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2021.10.22 10:54 SKINNYMANN Bits for trade?

First off, I don't know if this is allowed. If not, Mods please feel free to delete.
I have seen quite a lot of people in this group convert their Skorpekhs to be bipedal as they don't like the Tripod style destroyers. If you've done this and haven't reused the legs for further conversions, would you be willing to part with them? I'd be happy to either trade for other bits or buy them for a reasonable price.
I've just been paid and will be buying my monthly allowance on my toys. My force is lacking in way of heavy weaponry/vehicles. Should I get a shooty destroyer, an Ark, a Barge, a Stalker, some wraiths or a Spyder?
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2021.10.22 10:54 ILikeShitMemes I wish i had 5 star weapons

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2021.10.22 10:54 SetSytes "Beneath a Brass Sky" Fantasy's answer to Blood Meridian - in an African and Middle-Eastern inspired world of antiquity

"I just think sometimes people deserve better."
"I think sometimes people deserve worse."

I've often seen people looking for "The fantasy equivalent to Blood Meridian." Well, folks, here it is. In fact, I would be astonished if Eli Steele wasn't a fan of Blood Meridian, or Cormac McCarthy in general, because the influence here feels worn on its sleeve.
Not that this book isn't entirely original. The world here is at least as influenced by Africa and the Middle East as it is the American Southwest, the period seeming more one of antiquity, from Bronze Age to Classical - with flourishes from the Dark Ages and Middle Ages - than a time of the Old West and American Frontier, despite plentiful themes, tropes and tones recognisable here of these latter two. Shemaghs replace cowboy hats; swords and bows and godhammers replace six shooters. The setting is the barren wastes where people go to die, the people outcasts and wanderers and the ill-fated of their time, the time that of some harsh aeon past where villains reaved and heroes died in the desert winds. For the particulars don't matter: the desert is no time, or all time.
This not a plot book, and not even really a character book. It is a world book. It is a journey book; the whole book is in fact a journey: grim and dark, haunting and awesome, beautiful and bloody. Some people (like me) love this, some don't. So I'm telling you now. You don't read a book like this for the twists and intrigues of a plot, you read it for the world, for the land itself and all it is filled with.
Here Steele delivers something I've never seen before, all richly breathing in intelligent and baroque McCarthy-esque prose. The Brasslands: a wild, hopeless, half-desolate world of desert and dust, badlands peppered with the occasional mudbrick settlement or crude fort or rare oasis where you're about as welcome by the locals as an arrow to the knee. Lands populated by aurochs and ibex, vultures and giant rocs, desert wolves and scaled eagles, bats and hyenas and dragonkin. And the people? Scavengers and soldiers, warpainted natives and prospectors and travelling troupes. And the damned, of course. All the wretched damned.
I've never seen a book like this before, and I'm very glad I read it. This book is absolutely being slept on - I only know about it solely because I saw Francis James Blair's (author of Bulletproof Witch series) review of it on my Goodreads timeline, and it immediately perked my interest. I hope to one day read a follow-up by Eli Steele - I'm sure there are many adventures left to tell, and much more of the world to discover than the Brasslands.

A few stray, minor notes:
- Lots of spitting, lots of "cut him an eye".
- True to Cormac McCarthy, expect to see unlikely words used often, such that might have you looking for a dictionary: words like shemagh, sounder, brindle, xerocole, caravansary, coterie.
- Not always clear who is talking (also takes after Blood Meridian in this regard, but is definitely easier than BM).
- Complex, often obtuse worldbuilding. Don't expect things to be patiently and clearly explained to you. There are a lot of names: characters, peoples, places. I often didn't know what was being talked about, but I figured it was worldbuilding that I wasn't required to understand, and I was mostly right, although sometimes I was left feeling rather left in the dark in this completely new world.
- Steele is best in his description of land and creature and setting/atmosphere; this is where the book shines, and keeps its focus. It can falter a marginal amount in other aspects (such as dialogue and characterisation).
- Something I stumbled on regularly (but only in a very minor way), which was common in the prose, is what I felt was an overuse of ", and"; when it occurred 2 or 3 times a sentence, I felt like in these instances it'd be smoother if either one comma or one and was removed, if not the sentence rewritten in some other way. But this nitpick may well not bother anyone else, or they even might like it.
- Italics are frequently used in dialogue in a way that seems a little at odds with the feel/tone of the prose. I felt the dialogue relied too much on italics and honestly in my opinion would be served better if almost all of them were removed.

I'll let samples of Steele's prose fill out the rest of my review: it'll do more to make your mind up than anything I could write.

"They sent out a hunting party an hour before making camp in a place as flat as an anvil’s face. Blackbriar fires blossomed to life, fed by the taproots laced with resin. The winds moaned in, laying the flames flat against cobblestones polished by the breath of the gods. Sparks and embers tumbled off into the perpetual night. In that vast expanse, far to the west, a solitary fire winked to life. The men eyed the blazon warily. A sense of foreboding settled in.
In time, the hunters returned with a clubbing of spiny-tailed tarragons as long from tip to tail as a stud tarpan. As they told it, the dowser had found them with his rod, and so they’d dug them up from their long rest. The men stretched the primitive creatures out on the floor of the badlands and commenced to skinning and dressing them out. Toes curled and tails quivered from side to side, even though the petty dragons were dead as old bones."
"Their faces were slaked yellow and green, and looked apparitional in those flashes that came on as bright as high noon. The bronze and iron of their gear glinted blue as they chinked along. The hoofclops sounded strangely hollow against the ground. And somewhere far away, some wretched thing gave a shriek. Ulfric’s hackles stood on end. He curled his fingers around the hilt of his blade.
Drawing his brass, he aimed it at the black east and waited for a wash of light. When it came, he saw in that moment the shape of the dunes rising high and wild and closer than he’d expected. Twisting in the saddle, he did the same behind him. A jagged white whipstrike cracked across the sky. A flat horizon winked to life and then it was gone. And again the second time. But on the third flash, a pair of silhouettes shattered the expanse. His heart fluttered in his chest. He shuddered. For the next hour, he rode backwards in the saddle, but never did he see them again."

"In his dreams, he was back in the caldera, floating in the crystal pool. Sucking in a deep breath, he dove down until the water darkened and pressed against the drums of his ears. His lungs burned. If ever there was a bottom, he couldn’t reach it.
When he surfaced, his host lay dead on the shore, just as they had on the killing field. Flies snarled about them. The air was rich with death. At the water’s edge squatted the august king, red on yellow with chips of green.
Halehorn ran a hand through his hair. Water trickled down his face. Gods, it felt good. “What are you doing here?”
He gazed up at the sky for a time, listening. “. . . Best you wake up. Already they move against you.” Standing, he faded into the gloom.
Ulfric sat upright in the cool of the night with the man’s last words crisp in his ears. His head throbbed. Clenching his fist, he felt the dull ache of the gash. It never hurt in his dreams. Adjusting his shemagh, he choked down a dusty breath and took in the blackness complete. Blackness complete . . .
In the distance, the howl of the winds. Somewhere nearby, the sound of lapped water. Blackness complete . . . The fire. He snapped his head around, searching for it, but it was gone. Guttered out. He jumped to his feet. “Up, up, up – let’s go, let’s go! Get your asses up! Let’s go!” As he shouted and shook them from their sleep, he watched a ghastly silhouette rise up. It stretched out its great leathery mantle and lolled out a tongue that dripped and glistened by the light of the moon peeking out of the clouds. The creature studied him with cunning eyes that seemed to reason.
One of the sellswords rose and came face to snout with the demon and gave a bloody shriek. With a hiss, it raised its wings and lumbered off into the night. Four throaty flaps and it was gone.
Not a quarter league out, in a lull in the skirling gusts, a war cry called back."

"The stench of mud and stagnant water was so exotic in Ulfric’s nose it smelled honey sweet. Cattails and sawsedge and carrizo cane crowded the shallows. They hissed and swayed and whispered reedy secrets to the wind. Frogs croaked and damselflies droned, their glimmering viridian wings flittering here and there, chased about by larks. On the far bank, a crocodile lazed in the evening sun.
Upslope rose date palms surrounded by thick blankets of cretica, with their prickly thorns and purple flowers and little fruits, through which paths beaten out by bare feet twisted. A group of boys armed with lanterns and frogspears laughed and jostled down the road. When they saw the wayfarers, they swung wide and cut them cautious eyes.
Between the lake and the village was a field carved with canals. There grew thick stands of sugarcane three armspans tall. Workers hauled stalks out over their shoulders while others sang and chopped with their broad caneblades. Across the road, a pair of aurochs circled a sugar mill, grinding out barrels of sweet juice. Beyond lay an olive grove and a press, but there were no dwellings outside the mudbrick walls.
The walls themselves were troweled over with pale yellow stucco. Shards of flint and obsidian covered a topcourse that stopped just above the cane, though the towers on the corners and at the gatehouse were half again as tall. Sentries with cane bows and cane spears and cane shields watched them approach. One stepped into the gap and addressed them in a harsh desert tongue."

"They slipped out of the village of cane beneath a roiling sky. Blue lightning flickered through the clouds. Bolts shivered and struck the earth, casting it as bright as noonlight for heartbeats at a time. In one flash, they saw the pack shadowing them in the distance. In another, they watched a herd of gazelles ghosting across the basin, not certain if their hooves ever even scuffed the ground.
The buckles and rings and bits of polished iron on their gear glinted like little blue flames. Looking out across his host, Halehorn found their eyes were like embers sunken in their skulls. They were specters every one, fiends called up from the low hells to wander the wastelands for this moment in time.
The lightning popped so close that the hairs on their arms stood on end. They stopped and stowed the metals they bore on the pack animals to keep from being smote by the gods.
When the little pebbles fell, Ulfric swore he heard the land heave out a sigh. They shimmered in the air like sapphires cast across the firmament. Pale blue stones pattered the ground until it was cloaked in melting ice.
As dawn broke across the basin, they saw a rock formation with a broad overhang, so they quickened their pace and arrowed towards it. The wind roared across the expanse, veering the animals off course in its strongest gusts. The brindle slunk under the roan’s belly, matching her strides to the horse’s gait, weaving between her legs, trying to keep the ice from pelting her bony head.
They galloped under the shelter as the storm turned wild and the hail grew large as lemons. There, they hobbled their mounts and slept among the rubble like lizards until the tempest passed. Around midday, they set off again."
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2021.10.22 10:54 Firstlight99 Anyone worth the Kais and Orbs here? (Not the LR Androids, they shit)

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2021.10.22 10:54 hanhan92 M1 Air setup on a budget (for the most part). iPad Air 3 acts as a perfect side car display to access notes/PDF. Just waiting for my MX master 3 to arrive while I save for Sony WH-1000XM4.

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2021.10.22 10:54 StarsAtLadakh In this horrible month of Hindu genocide-from J&K to Bangladesh,Throwback to Sep when these US profs had made this statement as part of "Hindutva Manual":Manan Ahmed,Columbia.Ananya Chakravarti,Georgetown.Rohit Chopra,Santa Clara.Supriya Gandhi,Yale.Davesh Soneji,U of Penn.Audrey Truschke,Rutgers

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2021.10.22 10:54 Fusilladed Mega Gengar raid adding 10/ 9036 2104 6937

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2021.10.22 10:54 WhyIhopeThisAint My old school looks like a prison...(it is my middle school, I'm in highsool, which is the neighboring building)

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2021.10.22 10:54 eastcoastitnotes every. time.

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2021.10.22 10:54 TN_Egyptologist Anthropoid coffin of Iret-hor-irou

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2021.10.22 10:54 Dream_el KindnessAndLove

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2021.10.22 10:54 mrcruzcnfts Cardano Exclusive "Que TETAS creyendo, bébe" will be Available on November 5, 2021. 🖼️ Super limited editions of only 10.🖼️ Every piece will include a physical shine pearl print 11x14 📬 Shipped to you 📬

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2021.10.22 10:54 namlook2 DNB's legends Roni Size and LTJ Bukem together!

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2021.10.22 10:54 FoodNewsVideo THAI ICED TEA Milk Tea Thai Pulled Tea Teh Tarik Street Food Thailand ชาชัก | Food News Video

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2021.10.22 10:54 NewsElfForEnterprise Buying a home is a goal for many Americans. How this bank is helping members of low- and moderate-income communities achieve that

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2021.10.22 10:54 Tamberlox Porsches are ugly cars

For all the praise they get for the looks and design of their cars, I think they look ugly, ancient and sometimes even jarring.
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2021.10.22 10:54 FunnyWebes Peppa

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