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I have a beard trimmer maybe similar to what you are using, it has all kinds of attachment's I really love to be hairless also, I keep my head hair maybe 1/2" long, I trim my arms etc, my chest rarely grows much, but yeah I do a lot of trimming. And you are very correct it makes clean up simple.. -
turns out it was severely impacted ear wax. they got it removed and now hearing is once again equalized. They gave me some prescription ear drops to take for a bit. -
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Chapter 2: Aspen barely had time to register that his foot had crossed the shimmering threshold before the world around him unraveled. There was no sensation of falling. No jolt. No blast of wind. Instead, reality seemed to loosen its grip. The air grew impossibly still. Sound stretched into long, echoing tones, as if every noise were being pulled into a single endless note. The abandoned laboratory behind him dissolved into ribbons of light, while the landscape beyond the portal expanded in every direction until there was no clear sense of up, down, forward, or back. His body felt strangely weightless—not as though gravity had disappeared, but as though gravity had momentarily forgotten where he belonged. Brilliant threads of light spiraled around him, weaving together in shifting patterns of blue, gold, violet, and silver. They reminded him of stars reflected on moving water. Every thread seemed alive, carrying tiny flashes of memories, possibilities, and places he couldn’t name. For the briefest instant, Aspen caught glimpses through the currents. Towering cities suspended among clouds. An endless ocean beneath three moons. Forests where glowing leaves drifted upward instead of falling. Whether they were real places or simply echoes of other dimensions brushing against the portal, he couldn’t tell. The experience lasted only seconds. Or perhaps hours. Time itself had become meaningless. He could still feel his heartbeat, but it no longer matched any rhythm he understood. His thoughts remained clear, yet they seemed to arrive before he had finished thinking them. Then came the strangest sensation of all. It felt as though the universe was examining him. Not with eyes. Not with judgment. More like a quiet acknowledgment. As if the portal itself recognized there was someone passing through—a traveler leaving one reality and entering another. A soft vibration spread through his entire body. It wasn’t painful. It was almost comforting, like standing in warm sunlight after stepping out of the cold. Every cell seemed to hum in harmony with the energy surrounding him. Later, Avalon scientists would explain that this was a harmless side effect of dimensional resonance. Every universe possessed its own unique “frequency” within the fabric of existence. A portal didn’t simply punch a hole through space; it gently synchronized a traveler’s molecular structure with the destination reality. Without that adjustment, crossing between dimensions would be impossible. To the traveler, it felt almost magical. To the scientists who had built the portals, it was extraordinarily precise physics. Ahead, the swirling tunnel narrowed into a brilliant circle of light. Avalon. With one final pulse, the resonance released him. Aspen stumbled forward onto soft grass, dropping to one knee as fresh air filled his lungs. It smelled unlike anything on Earth. Wildflowers. Rain. Pine forests. A hint of salt carried from a distant sea. The breeze felt warm without being humid, cool without being cold. It carried birdsong that seemed richer somehow, layered with harmonies nature on Earth had never produced. He looked up. Two suns hung in a turquoise sky. One shone bright gold, while the smaller one glowed pale white. Together they bathed the landscape in gentle light, creating soft double shadows beneath every tree. “Whoa…” The word escaped before he could stop it. Rolling green hills stretched to the horizon. In the distance, waterfalls poured from cliffs that seemed impossibly tall, feeding rivers that sparkled like liquid crystal. Enormous flowering trees swayed gently despite the calm air, their blossoms drifting overhead like glowing confetti. Every color appeared more vivid than it had any right to be. The sky seemed deeper. The grass greener. The flowers brighter. It was as though someone had turned reality itself up a notch. Behind him, the portal shimmered within a ring of polished crystal and silver metal, humming quietly as energy rippled across its surface. “Aspen!” He turned just as Avery emerged from the gateway. Unlike his brother, Avery arrived with both feet planted, but immediately staggered sideways, clutching his stomach. “Oh…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t think my brain liked that.” Aspen hurried over. “You okay?” “I think so.” Avery placed his hand on his forehead. Avery took several slow breaths before opening his eyes. “The tunnel…” he said quietly. “Did you see all those lights?” Aspen nodded. “And the… places?” “You saw them too?” “I thought I imagined them.” Neither spoke for a moment. Whatever they had experienced hadn’t felt like traveling through a hallway or a machine. It had felt as though they had briefly passed through the space between realities themselves. Avery looked back at the still-active portal. “So…” he whispered. “I guess we’re not on Earth anymore.” Aspen smiled, unable to hide his excitement. “No.” He gazed across the breathtaking landscape stretching before them. “We’re somewhere completely new.” Far above, unnoticed by either brother, a small observation beacon hidden among the branches of an ancient tree rotated silently toward the portal. Its crystal core glowed. After decades of inactivity, the ancient monitoring network had detected two new arrivals from another dimension. For the first time in many years, travelers from Earth had returned to Avalon. Chapter 3: The Avalonian Dimensional Observation Center never truly slept. Hidden beneath a sprawling research complex nestled into the side of a mountain, the facility hummed with quiet purpose around the clock. Its architecture blended seamlessly with nature. Living crystal columns rose from the floor to support sweeping ceilings woven from luminous wood, while waterfalls flowed gently through indoor channels, providing a calming soundtrack that researchers claimed improved focus. Hundreds of holographic displays floated effortlessly in the air. Streams of astronomical data, environmental reports, transportation updates, and planetary communications flowed continuously between workstations. The room buzzed with polite conversation, the soft tapping of transparent interfaces, and the occasional laugh between coworkers. For most of the morning, it had been routine. No emergencies. No anomalies. Just another peaceful day on Avalon. At workstation seventy-three sat Noa, one of the center’s youngest data specialists. She loved the quiet rhythm of her work. Her job was simple in theory but enormously important: monitor Avalon-wide sensor networks and investigate any irregularities that the automated systems couldn’t immediately classify. Most anomalies turned out to be harmless. A sensor needing recalibration. A migrating flock of skybirds confusing atmospheric scanners. A crystal relay temporarily falling out of synchronization. Nothing exciting. She wrapped both hands around a warm mug of herbal tea as streams of environmental data drifted lazily across her translucent display. “Looks like another boring shift,” she murmured with a smile. The colleague beside her chuckled. “Careful. Every time someone says that…” Before he could finish—Chime. A soft, unfamiliar tone echoed from Noa’s workstation. She frowned. “That’s… odd.” The sound wasn’t part of the normal notification library. Her floating display instantly cleared. Every chart…Every graph…Every report…Vanished. In their place appeared a stark black screen outlined in brilliant blue. Lines of text began materializing one by one. DIMENSIONAL OBSERVATION NETWORK STATUS: ACTIVE Noa blinked. “…What?” The title alone made no sense. The Dimensional Observation Network had been decommissioned decades before she was born. Another line appeared. PORTAL ACTIVITY DETECTED Her smile disappeared. “…That’s impossible.” The system continued. AUTHORIZED PORTAL DESIGNATION: EARTH GATEWAY 04 Her heartbeat quickened. She whispered the words aloud. “Earth…” The workstation chimed again. A new line appeared. PORTAL ACTIVATION CONFIRMED Noa stared at the display, convinced she was looking at corrupted data. Then came the message that made her stomach drop. NEW ARRIVALS DETECTED TRAVELERS: 2 ORIGIN: EARTH Silence. Noa’s eyes widened. “No…” She leaned closer, rereading every line. “There… there haven’t been Earth arrivals in decades.” Her colleague noticed the color draining from her face. “Noa?” She didn’t answer. Instead she reached over and enlarged the display. Several nearby researchers looked up. “What happened?” “Is something wrong?” “I don’t know,” Noa admitted quietly. “I’ve… I’ve never seen anything like this.” Within seconds, the people nearest her workstation had gathered around. One researcher folded his arms. “Is this a simulation? Another shook her head. “The observation network doesn’t even exist anymore.” “It was archived.” “No…” “It was dismantled.” Someone else frowned. “Maybe an old server accidentally restarted?” Another technician leaned over Noa’s shoulder. “Run diagnostics.” “I’m trying.” Her fingers danced across the holographic controls. Every system check returned the same answer. NO ERRORS DETECTED The room grew steadily louder. Conversations overlapped. “It has to be a malfunction.” “Could someone be testing archived software?” “Earth?” “I thought the portals were all shut down.” “My grandparents talked about them.” “I’ve only read about Earth in history classes.” “The network shouldn’t even know what an Earth traveler is.” Noa felt her pulse racing. She wasn’t frightened. She was confused. Nothing about this made sense. She initiated a deeper scan. Instead of correcting itself, the display expanded. A small map of Avalon appeared. A brilliant golden beacon blinked near the western forests. Below it, another message appeared. PORTAL REMAINS ACTIVE TWO LIFE SIGNS CONFIRMED STATUS: UNKNOWN The conversations around her stopped almost instantly. The room had become noticeably louder over the last minute, enough that voices from across the operations floor turned toward the growing crowd. “What is everyone looking at? Did something happen? Why’s everyone standing?”The noise continued to build. The large entrance doors slid open. Every conversation faltered. Several researchers instinctively straightened. Others stepped aside. Walking calmly into the operations center was one of Avalon’s senior leaders. Commander Kolten Zymier. Tall and composed, Kolten carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to responsibility. His uniform was a deep midnight blue accented with silver trim, the insignia of the Avalonian Exploration and Security Command gleaming on his shoulder. Years of experience showed not in harshness, but in the steady, observant way he took in every detail before speaking. He glanced across the room. “I could hear this department halfway down the corridor.” No one answered immediately. Kolten’s gaze settled on the crowd surrounding a single workstation. “What seems to be the matter?” The researchers instinctively parted, revealing Noa seated before her glowing display. She looked up, suddenly aware that one of Avalon’s highest-ranking commanders was standing beside her. “C-Commander…” Kolten stepped closer. “It’s all right,” he said gently. “Show me.” Noa silently rotated the holographic display toward him. For several long seconds…He simply read. DIMENSIONAL OBSERVATION NETWORK PORTAL ACTIVITY DETECTED EARTH GATEWAY 04 NEW ARRIVALS DETECTED TRAVELERS: 2 The room waited. No one spoke. Kolten’s expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. He read every line a second time. Then his gaze shifted to the blinking beacon marking the portal’s location. His voice, when it finally came, was quiet enough that everyone leaned in to hear it. “…Run a complete verification.” Noa nodded immediately. “Already did, Commander.” “And?” “No faults. No corrupted archives. Every sensor agrees.” Kolten remained silent. He had spent his career studying Avalon’s exploration history. He knew the stories of the Earth portals—of the brief era when two worlds shared knowledge before the gateways were sealed and forgotten. According to every official record…No active portal should still exist. Yet the display before him insisted otherwise. More unsettling still…If the data was correct…Two people from Earth were standing somewhere on Avalon at that very moment. Kolten looked toward the operations floor, where dozens of researchers watched him expectantly. The room had gone completely silent. The impossible had just become everyone’s problem. -
Yes I'm pretty concerned about that too. I've been increasing my protein intake and regularly hitting the bike trails in an effort to make sure it's lard I'm losing and not muscle mass but still, the anecdotal evidence is that many finish up worse off than before. But some don't. It's an interesting theory about staying on it for long enough (maybe a year or more) so that one's stomach re-calibrates "normal". The alternative, where the only lasting effect of having transiently achieved a desired state was to inform you of the magnitude of its inevitable loss is a bit too much "Flowers For Algernon" (short story by Daniel Keyes) for my taste 😟 -
My eyes grow wide as I am shocked you were so straight forward. I looked at you then at the people, then slowly got up. Keeping my head down as I got closer to you. Turning my back to the adults as my eyes were filled with anger and embarrassment. I turned around, head still down as I said, "Hi, hi. I'm Josh. But I am only doing this for extra credit I swear. I didn't volunteer for this, I promise I" Stopping as I felt you behind me and your large hands on my shoulders
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