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The brown marmorated stink bug is one of the most common household pests. Thankfully, though, they don’t have to be a headache this fall with expert tips […]

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As temperatures fall, follow expert advice to keep stink bugs out of your house this season

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Wilderness

Most people who discover their husband is a "cheating slimeball" choose one of two options, said Anita Singh in The Daily Telegraph. "If they've got any sense, they chuck him out; or they stay in the marriage, which becomes a hotbed of festering resentment." But characters in TV thrillers "don't behave like normal people".

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This season, a tech billionaire, Hamm’s Paul Marks, expresses some interest in buying the struggling UBA, the network that carries the show within the show. But is he a good guy or a big bad?

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Hamm adds some serious ambiguity to soapy ‘Morning Show’

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I'm lucky if I get to wash my car twice a year, but for some people, washing their car is an art. Most people know the basics of car

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Unlock The Shine: A Car Detailer’s Genius Car Washing Hack You Need To See

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First, remove any stickers or decals and clean both sides of your car's windows with soapy water. Do not use a glass cleaner that contains ammonia, such as Windex. This may alter the color of the window tint once it is applied. Make sure you roll your ...

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Cilantro is one divisive herb: People either love it or hate it. Julia Child disavowed the stuff, claiming it had a soapy taste in 1955 — and the comparison stuck. Between 3% and 21% of people, depending on their location in the world, dislike cilantro for its soapiness. But how can people have such vastly different sensations from the same herb?

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Why do some people think cilantro tastes like soap?

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Oklahoma Department of Wildlife wants you to wash your emotional support water bottle. The internet is not having it.

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Pantry

The ingredients you need to check and how to know if they are past their prime. Simply Recipes / Photo Illustrations by Wanda Abraham / Adobe Stock I crave the assurance of a fully stocked pantry, knowing I’m always ready to make a quick meal or bake last-minute banana bread.

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Virgin River

Virgin River Season 5 Part 1 finished with a shocking revelation, leading Netflix fans to ask: who is Mel’s father? Here’s what we know.

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Who is Mel’s father in Virgin River?

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Previous chapter - The Last 3 Days (08): Who Doesn’t Love a Road Trip? All published chapters can be found . here 48:47:18 So far the Cadillac had lived up to the salesman’s promises. It accelerated great, it was a smooth ride and it was luxurious. There wasn’t enough traffic on the highway this early in the day to justify speed traps, so Ryan steered the car through a bend, taking what he called the ‘racing line’ at half again the posted limit. As he let the car drift across three lanes towards the outside of the turn, the city’s skyline came into view. “Finally,” Ryan grunted. Bobby stretched in the seat beside him, yawning. Steve and Dave slept in the back seat, Steve’s head on Dave’s shoulder. “No kidding,” Bobby answered. “All I want to do is sleep.” “Sleep? We’re just getting started. I have a score to settle and no time to waste.” Bobby looked over at Ryan. “Dumping that kid in the middle of nowhere wasn’t enough? Who else?” “Jay.” “But he said it wasn’t him.” “Who else could it be?” Ryan demanded. “None — None of those women would have ratted. Their jobs are their lifelines. Why do you think I hired them?” 48:31:34 Anne could not have counted how many times she had watched the missile launch or heard the same updates repeated on the television screen in her living room and, most likely, would never be able to forget Noah Hoag’s resentful portrait photo. She was watching a new clip — finally, something positive — as Jack came down the stairs behind her. “But all is not lost,” the news anchor said. Anne had never liked him, but was now starting to think of him as a friend. “The United States, Russia and China are even now planning humanity’s response to this threat — “ Jack said, “I smell bacon.” She turned, her smile less forced than it had been. “On the table. And good morning to you too.” “If Nick left any for me. Morning, mom.” Anne guided her youngest son to the dining table, calling for her older one. “Nick!” “He’s not in his room. Isn’t he down here?” Anne took the stairs two at a time. “Nick,” Anne repeated as she burst through the doorway of Nick’s bedroom. Clothes littered a bed that hadn’t been slept in. Scanning the room, she noticed the empty shelf and loose wires where his game system should have been. 48:29:23 Outside Jay’s apartment block, one of the geranium flower beds flanking the entrance vibrated, followed by a phone ringing — Nick’s phone — that went unanswered. 47:30:56 Barely four hours past dawn and already the heat was oppressive. Nick staggered to a halt, sweat pouring down his face. Shielding his eyes, he looked up to gauge the sun’s progress then shook his head. Bending over, he loosened his shoelaces, then kicked off his sneakers. He undid his jeans and slid them down his legs. 47:27:43 Sergeant Martin Wright did not watch much television, preferring to read science fiction novels when he wasn’t indulging his unfulfilled dream of writing his own. He was the proud author of a dozen hefty stories that, with the asteroid, would never see a bookshelf. So he wasn’t sure what station he wanted as he flipped through the channels on the large monitor in his squad room. It seemed there were several channels devoted to advertising only. Don stood at the counter, trying to explain procedure to Peter Thurro but found himself distracted by the staccato of ads flashing on the screen in the public area that mirrored the one in the Squad Room. Without looking up, he said, “KQTS. Channel 156.” Both screens settled on the same station, and the outer room quieted as the screen gathered their attention. As Thurro read the form before him, Don’s mobile rang — again — and once again he ignored it. “As much detail as possible, please,” Don told the businessman, “including the names and contact info for those affected.” Peter Thurro looked around the waiting area, then asked, “Can I at least sit down?” “Sure. Step over to the metal door,” Don said, and pointed. The door to the lobby, buzzed, opened and Peter moved through. Don indicated an open desk and Peter settled at it. On screen was an animation of a missile just after launch, flying into space, colliding with Benevolence B7438 and blowing it up into harmless, though spectacular, daylight fireworks. Dubious cheers answered the animation from the waiting area. Checking his mobile, Don hit redial. “It’s me,” he said. “Busy … Only three of us came in … What? You’re kidding … Did you call him? … Of course you did … I can’t, Anne … No — “ 47:21:56 Olga Popoff treated her mop like a dance partner as she cleaned up after the previous night’s dance. She had little thought for her daughter’s drinking. In Russia, she would not have had to pretend outrage. Her mop kept time to Russian pop from her Beats, her feet stepping in tandem. Since she was alone in the school, she even hummed along, unconcerned about how her figure had thickened with age. She felt no different from when she was Becky’s age. Which only heightened the shock when a hand clamped her shoulder from behind, and for a moment, she needed her mop to stay upright. Then it got worse. When she turned to see whom the hand belonged to, she saw three young men she didn’t recognize and her fear caught an edge, until Ryan’s sneering scowl came into view. Fear became terror. Ryan reached out and plucked her headphones from her head, then casually dropping them. “Hi, Olga. Where’s Jay?” “Jay not work today,” she answered. “Only me.” “Why not?” Olga hesitated. “He get promotion.” Ryan’s rage exploded. With a roar, he kicked over Olga’s bucket, spreading soapy water across the gym’s floor. Olga cringed at his violence, which only fed it. Pressing his advantage, he towered over her, arm cocked. “Who talked to Thurro? Was it Jay?” A flash of memory reminded Olga she had faced far worse than this boy. A subtle shift washed over her face; a hint of defiance, perhaps. Her posture straightened and her eyes met his. “All of us,” she said. “All of you. But whose idea was it? Yours?” “No.” Snatching the mop from her hand, Ryan raised it above his head — a movement so fraught with dangerous options that time itself seemed to pause — then he snapped it across his knee and threw the pieces into the thinning puddle on the floor. “I’m going to kill Jay.” 47:02:13 Wearing his jeans tied like a turban on his head against the sun’s rays, Nick looked up from the tire tracks, searching for any sign of humanity. Nothing. Or — what was that smudge of shadow in the hazy distance? His pace slowed, his gaze flicking back and forth between the tire tracks leading into the distance and the chance to get out of the sun. He veered away from his path. The shadow resolved into what appeared to be a short door into a hump in the scrub. A soddy, a shelter ubiquitous across the Canadian prairies as the first homes of Eastern European settlers. Partially excavated into the soil, they featured walls of stacked sod with roofs of narrow tree trunks covered with oiled canvas and more sod. Though obviously ancient, it was less decrepit than Nick would have expected — if he had given it any thought. It meant shade and rest, and that was enough. The door opened silently, another sign lost on Nick as he entered. He held the rough wooden door open for light, pausing while his eyes adjusted. More spacious inside than the exterior suggested, he found he was almost able to stand upright. And it was blessedly cool. He stood in the doorway and removed his makeshift turban, relishing the relief of escaping the sun’s heat, even if he had begun to hallucinate his thirst and hunger manifested on a narrow table against the far wall. When the vision persisted, he moved towards it, only to lose it in the darkness as the door swung shut behind him. He pressed his wadded jeans into service as doorstop and then crossed to the table. Before him sat a bulging linen bag and a cracked ceramic pitcher. Water. And blueberries. Without further consideration, he ate and drank until nothing remained. He felt their effect immediately as renewed energy erased his need to rest. He rewrapped his jeans around his head and let the door close, missing yet another sign. Behind the door was a neatly trussed bedroll tied to an olive drab backpack. 46:40:12 Eileen Taylor stood watch at her living room window, her gun nearby on the coffee table behind her. She saw her neighbour, Don, pull up in an unmarked police cruiser, climbing out in a hurry. He noticed her at the window and waved as he strode towards his own house but, nearly there, he turned and, jogging up the steps, knocked on her door. Lacking options, she opened the door enough to be polite yet not enough to suggest a welcome. “Hi, Eileen. Sorry to bother you, but could I get Jay’s number? Nick’s run off — “ She had seen Don’s son and Jay’s best friend just the day before. “Nick too? Why do they always leave, Don? Why? I admit I was angry in the beginning, but now — now I just want him to come home.” “I can talk to Jay if you want. Can I get his number?” Eileen studied her feet for a moment, silent, then met Don’s gaze. “I don’t have it. I haven’t seen or heard from Jay since just after Phil died.” “Oh. Eileen, I had no idea. I’ll do everything I can to find him. Both of them.” “Tell my son to come home, Don. Tell him, please.” Also Published Here

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When the keys on a keyboard stop working, it can be frustrating. But there are plenty of reasons why this happens. There are two common causes of a . Mechanical failure and software issues. malfunctioning keyboard Mechanical failure happens when the internal components of a keyboard fail. This could be due to a faulty key or a defective circuit board. It's also possible for a user to damage the keyboard by repeatedly pressing keys, which can cause mechanical failure. Software issues occur when the operating system or software that runs on the computer doesn't recognize the keys as being pressed. This could be due to an outdated driver or the software isn't installed properly. If you're having trouble locating the source of your problem, you can always contact a local repair shop. They can test your keyboard for free and provide a diagnosis. How To Fix P Key Not Working If your computer is working properly and you only want to check if the P key is working or not then open and check it with the keyboard tester tool. keyboardtester.org On a Windows computer, there is a button with the word "Alt" on it. It's the Alt button. If you hold down the Alt button and press the Numlock key, you can type the number 1. In other words, holding down the Alt button and pressing the Numlock key lets you type the number 1. It's easier than it seems. If you're running a Windows computer, you probably know that you can turn on the PC without having to turn on the monitor. You can also turn off the monitor and leave the PC turned on. If you're running Windows 10, you can do this by pressing the Windows logo key (the key next to the space bar) + the letter X. If you have a laptop computer or desktop computer, you may have noticed that the keyboard doesn't work properly. Try to properly. clean your keyboard Sometimes the keys won't even light up. If this happens, you can easily fix it by removing the keyboard and reattaching it. However, if the keys are completely broken or missing, it may be time to buy a new one. A good rule of thumb is to replace a keyboard every three to five years. This is especially true if you tend to spill coffee on it, or if you work on it for long periods of time. In addition, if you have a laptop, you may want to replace the keyboard every two years. Mechanical keyboards are usually more durable than membrane keyboards, so you may want to opt for one of those instead. Mechanical keyboards are more expensive than membrane keyboards, but you can also find them for less than $20 on Amazon. If you think you have a bad keyboard, it's best to call a technician to come out and look at it. It's also a good idea to make sure you have a warranty from the manufacturer. How do you type P on a laptop? It is very hard to type the letter “P” on a laptop keyboard. This problem was already there before I found this method. If you are having this problem as well then here are some tips to fix it. On our popular typing blog, you can find posts on how to use the new keyboard shortcuts on Windows 10, plus tutorials on how to learn to type, as well as posts about the different ways to type in other programs like Photoshop and Photoshop Elements. How do you Fix a Dead Key? The keys on the keyboard are the most important part of the keyboard. They help you type on your computer. But they’re also , so it’s important that you take care of them. Here are the steps to remove a key from the keyboard. extremely fragile Use a small, flat-blade screwdriver to pry the key off the keyboard. Insert the blade below the key and gently rotate the screwdriver until the key pops off. How do I Clean Keyboard Keys? Keyboards are not just used for typing. They are used for gaming too. And gaming is fun! But some gamers will find themselves spending a lot of time cleaning their keyboards after playing. This method is how to clean your keyboard keys with , which will not harm your computer or the keys. warm soapy water You should remove all keys from your computer before cleaning them, and place them in a plastic container filled with warm soapy water. Make sure to rinse the keys thoroughly after cleaning, and then pat dry with a clean towel.

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