18.November.2025 07:37 | boxy | global cloudflare outage
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

16.November.2025 11:36 | boxy | [TARKOV LAUNCHER] Download speed (capped) at 4-5MB/sec
• reddit post

top comment by asiace24:

While a download is paused, launch Windows Powershell as administrator and paste this command (both lines at once):

netsh int tcp set global autotuninglevel=disabled

netsh int tcp set global autotuninglevel=normal

After this start the download again. Download speed should be much faster depending on your internet connection.
Note: It might take 20-30sec for the speed to ramp up

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confirmed works. download speed went up significantly. download error still occurs. keep mashing retry; it will eventually move past the error.



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edit.

does work, but download still bugs out. found another reddit post which says to add the following to the HOSTS file (c:\windows\system32\drivers\etc). 

92.223.97.97 cdn-11.eft-store.com


run the netsh commands above, then run launcher as admin.

download starts going a lot faster after 30-60secs



you still have to hit "retry" but not nearly as often.

16.November.2025 10:05 | boxy | tarkov release is borked
tarkov update servers (on the bsg side) are overloaded to fuck and everything is breaking/broken. new players are going to mass-refund on steam.

lmfao

99% chance nikita hops in his 5th lambo and zips off into the darkness

15.November.2025 09:18 | boxy | tarkov is live on steam
• tarkov 1.0 on steam

if you bought the game from bsg originally, and want the steam version, you're gonna have to pay for the steam version again.

else, use the tarkov launcher you bought from bsg.

the steam version allows you to coordinate with your steam friends. if you have discord/whatev, you already know how to get in touch with your bros. you will still have to use the bsg launcher for tarkov and arena.

the steam version is the ez-buy way. the site i bought tarkov from originally was sketchy as fuc.

THANKS NIKITA

also, the servers are melting down
lol
good

12.November.2025 22:59 | boxy | on a lighter note

12.November.2025 08:31 | boxy | update: dad 6
meant to go see him last night, but i was feeling sick.

today, he's supposed to be getting discharged from the rehab place and transferred to this nursing home down the street from his house "for a few days".

i guarantee "a few days" will turn into a couple of weeks, possibly longer.

all he said he wanted to do was go back home.

[edit]

[step mom] called. it is a couple of weeks. i fuckin knew it.

09.November.2025 15:19 | boxy | update: dad 5
went to visit on friday. speech is improving. getting up to piss is still incredibly difficult. with help, he can get to the walker and shuffle to the restroom. if there was a step, he would fall, one million percent.

he's being moved out of the rehab facility on tuesday 11 nov to a "nursing home" for "a few days." medicare(?) will only pay for so many days at the rehab place.

my sister and i fully believe he will not make it out of the nursing home. it feels as if he's going there to be one less thing on [step mom]'s plate. like an afterthought.

[step mom] is not treating the entire situation like it should: of utmost importance. it's just another day. gotta think about getting TG decorations up and hosting for people.

excuse me, nobody in this situation should be giving a single fuck about thanksgiving. or christmas for that matter.

but that's what the big worry is today.

i don't understand at all.

05.November.2025 16:16 | boxy | update: dad 4
he says he's feeling better, but i think he just wants to go home and tough it out there.

that is a new problem for a new time. or it should be; a bridge to burn later. that was the plan. or so i thought.

dad's case manager at the rehab place let [sister] and [step mom] know that they're going to keep him no later than tuesday, 11 nov. we were under the impression he would be there three weeks, starting on monday, 27 nov.

[step mom] freaked out, worrying nonstop. "what do i do if he falls again. i'm also 80. i have my own sicknesses. do we put him in an assisted living home? what do i do? what can you do?"

legitimate concerns that can be addressed at a later date.

i went up there last night for a couple hours. he's got his regular at-home nest: comfy chair, blankey, turner movie classics. we just traded one thing for another, truthfully. sister and her husband were there as well. they took off around 7:30, i stayed until 8 or so.

when i got home around 9, sister text me:

"well. just to let you know. i just had a monster fucking meltdown on [step mother]. because one too many people have been leaning on me an expecting me to fix things. i'm fucking donw for the time being. i've never demanded much of [husband], but i demanded he drive me home tonight. i'm sorry for the fallout. i'm not ok."

"there was a lot of crying and yelling from me. it's symptomatic of a much bigger problem with depression. what triggered it was dad wondering about thanksgiving like the world is normal."

"that fucking got me roiled. the i mget back to [dad's house] and [step mom] hits me with the fact that they're talking about sending him home next week [11 nov] and 'what are we going to do' and 'i can't take care of him' and the fucking home health and 'i can't bathe him' and 'i can't take care of him if he falls' and 'what are we going to do?'"

"i lost my shit on [step mom]. i lost my shit in general. and now, in her mind, it's all about thanksgiving. fuck this whole fucking situation. if she wants to stick him in a home, it's on her. he will be dead in a month from a broken heart because he would rather see [cat] than anyone else."

"i feel like this is her parachute. she wants him in and home and she's trying to manipulate me into agreeing."

i said i thought the plan was to address everything in a week or two.

"it was. [step mom] has worried me to fucking death about it. the rehab case manager came and dropped the bomb that they can't keep him past the 11th. so she ramped up the worry. and i'm fucking fine with it. this is not my area of expertise (she is a NICU nurse). i don't fucking know what the options are. i don't know where we go from here. but i'm goddamned sure that her anxiety and pushing it on me has fucking broken me."

"if there is a thanksgiving, i might not be welcome. it was awful and i tried apologizing, but she threw it back on me."

i say what did she way when you attempted to apologize?

"first off, she wouldn't look at me. and then told me that hopes i find whatever it is i'm looking for. and that i shouldn't worry about thanksgiving. and a bunch of other shit like i just need to let this roll off my back. which led to another meltdown. i just fucking left. we're about halfway home."

"i would have accepted a 'this is hard on everybody. go take care of yourself.' but nobody gives a shit about me until it affects them."


family drama.

[sister] was the golden child for most of her life. i was the black sheep; not a total fuckup, but experienced a lot of stupid life shit in a very short amount of time. it's only now she's experiencing what i have already done, over twenty years ago.

[dad] and [step mom] only contact me when they want something. fix my computer, fix my tv, can you download XYZ movie/show. i need you to put up xmas decorations over here.

i want to be the "good son" and do whatever they ask, but i'm a grown-ass man with grown-ass problems.

i want this to be calm.

but it is not.

dear diary.

02.November.2025 17:00 | soc | Onery Old Men And The Clouds They Yell At
My father, like the rest of ours, are getting up in age and to the point where their arrogance can now be a harmful thing. My father while understanding he can't stuff like he used to do, will still try in a way to do things even guys in their 50's "might" have trouble with. Case in point, today my dad was working under his car to work on some brake stuff without asking for me help.

I went thru the whole heart stuff with my dad when he was 55 and thanks to medication and yearly check ups, its been good.

I myself had a scare about 10 years ago where I had radiation dye put into my bloodstream to check me out. They never found anything but knowing in what I know now, I must've pulled muscle in my back when I was shadow boxing without any warm ups or stretching.

Seems eating eggs regularly now is fine tho.

02.November.2025 11:19 | boxy | idea

02.November.2025 11:19 | boxy | update: dad 3
the hospital got him moved over to the rehab place. brand new building. there were two other patients on the wing, the rest were empty. all the nurses i talked to were exhibiting the utmost professionalism, even with my dad being an ornery old man voicing his opinion on the quality of the food.

they were giving him whatever in the hospital because they had microscopic regulation of his medicine and insulin. at the rehab place, the doc had put him on a diabetic diet: brown rice, baked chicken (plain), steamed carrots (unsalted), pears (fruit cup, not from concentrate). he ate the pears. said the rice tasted like nothing. well, yeah lol.

comparing last sunday to now, he's doing a lot better. but that is relative. everyone is on edge, eyeballing him like a hawk when he says he's got to pee. the act of getting up, all the motion from sat down to standing, has been an ongoing problem for many years. i fully believe it is the limiting factor as to whether or not he leaves the rehab place and goes back to his house or is transferred to a private old folks home/the va.

there is a sunroom at their place. it's where his new comfy chair is and we mounted a 60something tv down there. really nice; calm. you have to step down into it from the main living room. double-opening french doors on both sides of the fireplace.

[ S U N R O O M T V ]
[DD] [fireplace] [DD]
[ L I V N G R O O M ]

there's no place to mount anything because it's all open.

prior to the last week, we had gotten him to use just the regular living room. the tv (an older vizio) isn't as big or good at the one in the sunroom (some fuckyou huge samsung); this matters a lot to him.

their house is like a museum. old people antiques are everywhere. no real room to move around. dad has three places: chair, bathroom, kitchen.

so. navigating a museum, while unable to mount things, and a sedentary lifestyle for the last twenty or so years has finally culminated with a panic attack.

don't get old
don't get sick
don't die