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He hovered over the 'Rank' field. He had been grinding for months, stuck at Level 45, getting bullied by "CEO" players in flying bikes. He typed in . Then, he moved to the 'Cash' stat. The digits rolled like a slot machine until they hit twenty million. Jax hit 'Import' and jumped into a public lobby.
The rain-slicked neon of Los Santos always looked better when you weren't looking at it through the crosshairs of a police sniper. For Jax, the city wasn't just a digital playground; it was a series of variables he had finally learned to rewrite. GTAHAXUI STAT EDITOR
He wasn't just a player anymore; he was the ghost in the machine. He spent the night as a silent guardian, a Robin Hood of the code, using his "edited" stats to level the playing field for those who couldn't edit their own. He hovered over the 'Rank' field
He sat in his high-end apartment at Eclipse Towers, the hum of his PC fans the only sound in the room. On his second monitor, the window was open—a simple interface with enough power to turn a street thug into a legend. "One click," Jax whispered. Then, he moved to the 'Cash' stat
But power in Los Santos is a heavy thing. As he tore down Del Perro Pier, he saw a group of low-level players being harassed by a griefer. Normally, Jax would have kept driving, afraid of the repair bill. Now, he pulled a heavy sniper from his weapon wheel—maxed out via the editor—and took the shot.
As the sun rose over the Vinewood sign, Jax looked at the UI window one last time. He hadn't just changed his stats; he had changed the rules of the game.
My father-in-law graduated from Fuller Seminary with his Ph.D today.Â? I am very proud of him.
But…
I am much prouder that last night at his hooding ceremony in the CATS program, he wore the cat ears that I sent him as a graduation present.Â? He wore them on stage, during his speech, and for pictures afterwards.Â? Bishop Egertson, his guest, also wore them in pictures and around.
Let’s just say that I am *quite* amused.
Last Sunday, Pisco Sours ran a sort-of 5K race.Â? Go tell him how hot he looks.Â? 😛
He hovered over the 'Rank' field. He had been grinding for months, stuck at Level 45, getting bullied by "CEO" players in flying bikes. He typed in . Then, he moved to the 'Cash' stat. The digits rolled like a slot machine until they hit twenty million. Jax hit 'Import' and jumped into a public lobby.
The rain-slicked neon of Los Santos always looked better when you weren't looking at it through the crosshairs of a police sniper. For Jax, the city wasn't just a digital playground; it was a series of variables he had finally learned to rewrite.
He wasn't just a player anymore; he was the ghost in the machine. He spent the night as a silent guardian, a Robin Hood of the code, using his "edited" stats to level the playing field for those who couldn't edit their own.
He sat in his high-end apartment at Eclipse Towers, the hum of his PC fans the only sound in the room. On his second monitor, the window was open—a simple interface with enough power to turn a street thug into a legend. "One click," Jax whispered.
But power in Los Santos is a heavy thing. As he tore down Del Perro Pier, he saw a group of low-level players being harassed by a griefer. Normally, Jax would have kept driving, afraid of the repair bill. Now, he pulled a heavy sniper from his weapon wheel—maxed out via the editor—and took the shot.
As the sun rose over the Vinewood sign, Jax looked at the UI window one last time. He hadn't just changed his stats; he had changed the rules of the game.
So we’re getting this stuff in Big Sky Country called r-a-i-n and it’s coming in the form of multiple fast-moving thunderstorms — the kind that are triggered by rapid pressure changes. This means… the lovely wonderful rain that we’re getting is triggering really bad migraines for me which are hitting me in the face and head. The Imitrex and Trimitex (Imitrex with Aleve) will moderate out the migraine so that I don’t have the nausea and dizziness but I still have some pretty acute pain. Add in the lovely jaw pain from the TMJ which is probably also triggered by the weather and you have a pretty potent combination of pain.
Yesterday, I managed to spell the pain a bit. Today was to the point where I was either going to take the pain or I was going to start screaming because it was so awful and that was 7 hours of my 8 hour shift. The last 45 minutes of my shift were spent with me in tears repeating Philippians 4:13 to myself to get myself through. I was crabby and I seriously had to remove myself from my work area a few times to avoid screaming at co-workers.
So why don’t I just go home? Because it’s not like that’s going to do anything for me either. THERE. IS. NOTHING. I. CAN. DO. FOR. THE. PAIN. Seriously. I accidentally took twice the safe dose of Aleve today between the two tablets I took at 10 am for my jaw and the Trimitex I took around 1 for a migraine that came on. I can’t do anything at home that I can’t do at work and at least at work, I get paid to be there.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 am (!!!!). Please pray that they can do something for me to at least kill the jaw pain so I only have one part of my head exploding instead of two.
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So I did make it down to Church of the Incarnation for worship and Father Tim welcomed me very warmly when I walked in. (His welcome alone made the 2 hour drive worth it.) Worship was awesome and if I had actually been feeling like solid food was a good thing, I could have stayed for the parish potluck. Alas… the migraine wasn’t allowing me to do much eating so I made do with an oatmeal cookie from $tarbuck$.
I also got a Wal-Mart run in (which made me feel like my blood sugar had plummeted — thank God for Lipton Raspberry tea) as well as a few other errands before heading back up.
