California notice of death Form 2021-2023

Barney would win. Weu2019d all lose.All it would take is for Galactus to take one look at Barney for him to realize that eating Earth would probably give him a very bad case of indigestion. Barney would start singing and dancing and Galactusu2019s eyes would burst from their sockets in an attempt to save his brain.At that point Galactus would wisely flee, leaving behind his eyes which contain a large amount of the power cosmic. Barney would dance on over to the eyes, as he nears them his mere proximity to that level of power would cause him to grow. Sensing that power he would start eating the eyeballs. Growing incredibly larger with each bite.Eventually heu2019d be as big as Galactus, this would cause worldwide catastrophe as we realize that D00M is upon us. All our militaries would send everything we have against him, but heu2019d see them and start singing. Heu2019s so large now that the sound would create shock waves that would down anything in flight. His dancing would shake the earth and create earthquakes felt for hundreds of miles.The songs of happiness that he sings would be corrupted by the massive level of power and would create chaos. This chaos would spread like wildfire. Anyone who hears him would be driven insane. Unfortunately, this would probably be broadcast all over the world. So the madness would become global within a matter of hours.By this time Barney would be completely corrupted by the power coursing through him. Weu2019d have a 500 foot tall purple dinosaur happily prancing across the United States. Leaving a wake of death and destruction behind him the likes of which weu2019ve never seen. When he reaches the California coast he would use the power cosmic to give himself a powerful fire breath. Burning a pathway through the ocean.Such is the power that Barney wields that even the waves obey him. Instead of crashing back in to fill the void created by him, the water would leave a pathway for him. He would take this path straight to Hawaii. He would then take revenge on somewhere that dares be happier than he is. He would climb Kilauea and cause it to erupt. He would absorb the energy coming out of the volcano and then disperse it across all of Hawaii. Covering every bit of land in mounds of magma.Temporarily satisfied with this course of destruction Barney would relax amidst the death he had caused. What remains of the worldu2019s militaries would try to use this time for what they think is a sneak attack. Sending all their nuclear weapons to hit him at the same time. Unfortunately for them, Barney is now immune to any Earthbound weapons. And his senses are far more powerful than they ever were. Heu2019d sense them coming and use his incredible power to send all the missiles back to where they originated.The death and destruction this would cause is legendary. The Shiu2019ar empire would probably take notice and start getting nervous. Hoping that the purple behemoth is Earth-locked. That his power cosmic does not include the ability to travel through space. No one needs a more purple Galactus.Their fears quickly become realized. Barney learns how to absorb all the nuclear radiation that is now covering the Earth. He grows even bigger, quickly growing to 1,000 feet tall and positively glowing with power. The few remaining humans start cowering in fear all across the Earth as he begins to sing and dance. Every man, woman, and child, no matter how near or how far starts to feel their life force being forcibly drained from them. The screams are blood curdling, or they would be if there was anyone left alive to hear them.As the lives begin to blink out the glow surrounding Barney begins to expand. Soon the glow can be seen from space. It doesnu2019t take long before the glow covers the entire planet. For a moment the Earth is almost as bright as the Sun. And then itu2019s gone. Earth, once home to many superheroes, is no more. Not even a speck of dust remains.No, no more Earth, but the space where Earth used to be isnu2019t empty. Thereu2019s still Barney. Youu2019d barely be able to recognize him now. Heu2019s still purple, and still a dinosaur, but thereu2019s no happiness in his eyes now. No, now his eyes are empty of any human emotion. The only thing you can see in his eyes now is hunger. Barney hungers.Galactus feeds on the life energies of planets. Barney though, he feeds on happiness and joy. And it calls to him from across the Universe. Wherever there is happiness, Barney will come. Barney will eat your soul and those of everyone on your planet. You donu2019t have to be happy for him to do this, as long as there is happiness near you.For the sake of the universe, there must be no more parties. We must learn to live in filth and squalor or we will be destroyed. If youu2019re reading this on some distant planet. Please, take heed, take my warning. Do not fall prey to Barney, the Purple Dinosaur.

It should not take more than an hour. I strongly suggest you complete it with a college counselor so you are taking the correct courses.The TAG agreement is a wonderful partnership between CA community colleges and the UC system, so take advantage of this service.

It seems like a lifetime ago but it has only been 30 years. I was doing research for my Masteru2019s thesis. For my study, I needed a remote, high alpine meadow that had been minimally disturbed by humans. I found it in a very well known National Park in CA (I will not prthe name to protect all parties that are still living).I had been backpacking since high school and was very fit. I had been on many multi-week backcountry trips and visited many remote areas that had no trail access. I could use a map and compass to navigate to where ever I wanted to go. This was years before handheld GPS devices that I see backpackers carry.To get to the study site required a very long hike and I had to carry the research gear so that meant I had to carry a pack weighing around 100 pounds. The hike involved a 4,000-foot elevation gain over 10 miles which I could cover in 3 hours. Then another 8 miles of mountainous trail that I could cover in 2 hours and then another off-trail climb of 1,200 feet in less than a mile and a 1,400-foot descent on the other side and one more mile to my study site. That I would do in an hour and a half. I did not want to do the trip in 2 days, it would be a pain to stop, set up camp, then break it and start the next day. I did have a small base camp at the study site.The trail I used is very popular and passes some popular lakes for camping and fishing. It is also a popular access point for long trek hikers and connects to the Pacific Crest Trail. It is such a popular entry into the Wilderness that the trail is limited and half the permits can be reserved up to a year in advance and half are available the day of. Many times there is a long line and the permit quota is filled in under 20 minutes. In addition, there are many soloists, like me that enjoying going into the wilderness alone. We know the risks and understand that if we get into trouble we are on our own and nobody will rescue us. That is part of the adventure. It is freedom at its rawest and self-reliance without a safety net.One afternoon, I was getting near the point I would leave the trail to head over the ridge to my meadow. Here the trail ran through a meadow. Well off the trail was a nice camping spot in a wooded area at the edge of the meadow. It was near a spring that was feed from snowmelt from a glacier above. (I did get to cross over a small glacier on the trek over the ridge, nothing beats a natural snow-cone on a warm afternoon at 11,000 feet elevation while watching a bald eagle soaring overhead). People walking the trail would miss it because it was so far off. It was mostly used by the experienced and off-trail hikers. They spent the night here before going over the ridge, then heading into the vast trailess region to the north. To enter this, they just continued north of my meadow. If you wanted to keep your sanity, you stayed away from the meadow, it was home to millions of mosquitos. Research has its downside. While in the meadow, I had to wear protective clothing and netting to not be drained dry by mosquitos. For entertainment, I would expose one arm and count how many mosquitos I could kill in 5 minutes. I stopped counting after reaching 400 one time). This initial part of the trail was regularly patrolled by US Forest Service Rangers and National Park Service Rangers, mostly to make sure people had permits and were following all the rules about food storage (bears could be a problem) and camping off of meadows and away from water sources.I am heading towards this camping spot thinking about snow-cone time to urge myself on for 20 more minutes. I noticed a tent so I start to veer wide of it and then I heard a blood-curdling scream followed by crying and yells to stop, no and more. It was the voice of a woman. I took off at a trot towards the tent (as fast as I could go with a heavy pack). As I got closer I just knew someone was in real danger. Then I heard the male voice yelling words I will not repeat here. I lost it. If you read some of my other answers you will know why. It opened the floodgates to flashbacks of my shitty childhood and enduring repeated rapes and a gang rape. I acted without thinking.Sparing the details, in short order the rapist found himself being beaten by two people. His knife was way too small compared to mine and he lost it quickly. Because of my previous experiences I just avoid taking human life, it is not worth the nightmares if it can be avoided. I had rope for bear bagging food and would have been happy to tie him up and walk him out on a leash.Well, everyone reacts differently to being raped and this young lady took hold of his knife and it was not a pretty sight. I was not going to stop her. Once she calmed down, I pulled her out of the tent. I helped her wash up. She just sat there so I got my stove out, warmed up water and bathed her as best I could. Inside the tent was bloody, the perp was still breathing but he earned his prize. Many of her clothes were blood soaked. I did the best I could to find clean clothes and then gave her one of my shirts. I made dinner.About that time I spotted an NPS ranger hiking down the trail. So I got her attention and brought her over. I brought her up to speed, and by then the perp had passed. She set up her tent and got the young lady settled into her sleeping bag. I was afraid that I would have to hike out to give a report to explain what happened and face explaining how the perp ended up dead with his knife. I need to get a story that did not involve her losing it when he was already subdued. I knew the rage and he deserved it. How many young women had he done this to?I was relieved when the Ranger came to me and said people are so stupid, I warn them, they are warned when they get their permits, there are warning signs on the trails, and they still do not store their food properly. Then a bear takes their food when they are cooking dinner and they try to take it back. Never mess with a momma bear who has cubs.I got the message loud and clear.The next morning, the young lady was feeling better. The ranger took her away from the campsite and made breakfast. I salvaged her pack and cleaned it. I picked out the gear that she wanted to keep, which was most of it. I cleaned it up and packed it. The clothes she wanted I rinsed as best I could, (not many) and let them dry. The rest I placed in a garbage bag. I took the knife and bagged it.Then I sat with her as the ranger packed up her stuff. The ranger took off down the trail with the young lady. We had exchanged names and telephone numbers just in case. The ranger had a radio but it would only work when she was within 5 miles of the trailhead. It was to call for a ride. She would alert that they need to send a medical team.I then packed my stuff and went over the ridge. I had a nice clothes burning fire. The knife was in it. Then the knife disappeared into a boulder field.I did climb the ridge every few days to look down on the campsite. The tent was still there for several days. Then one midmorning day I heard a familiar sound, a Chinook helicopter High-tech Chinooks arrive in California - Vertical MagazineI knew about these because they were stationed in the city I lived in and I had been to plenty of airshows and had many stories about their use in high altitude search and rescue missions. So I dropped what I was doing and headed for the top of the ridge. When I saw it hovering over the meadow I had a good clue what it was there for.I came down the side to investigate. Some backpacker had discovered a ripped tent and a body inside. The campsite had been tossed by animals and the body looked like it had been gnawed on. The body looked like it had been there some time. A backpack had been found a 1/4 mile away. The helicopter was to extract the body in a body bag, it was too fragile to take out on horseback. It would be dropped off at the local heliport then driven to the coroneru2019s office.I was questioned about had I seen anything and what I was doing by a Park Service Ranger. I saw nothing. We both knew the right answer but were playing the game for all else involved. They were confident they knew who the person was, a wallet with ID was found in the pack. I gave her my ID so she had my information just in case she had further questions. She was sure the cause of death would be hard to determine but with the food wrappers in the tent and strewn about and no bear-proof bear storage container or signs of proper food hanging around they think he might have tried to sleep with food in the tent and when the bear tried to get it he fought back and lost.I then excused myself to go back to my study. She had one more thing to ask and took me aside. All is good and gave me a number to call when I came back to civilization.About 5 days later I called that number and was surprised to hear a familiar voice. She was back home after being released from the hospital. She needed another favor. Her car was at the trailhead. She lived in a town 30 miles south of where I lived. Upon her release, she had a friend drive her home. Her key was left with the ranger at the station. I got the key, drove her car to her. She drove me home and she took my wife and me out to dinner and we had a nice time.Because the young woman was still processing all that had happened, we just said my car had engine trouble. We had met on the trail out and she had badly sprained her ankle so I carried my stuff out, and then came back the next day to get her pack to carry her stuff out and help her walk out. My car was having issues so I dropped it off at the garage in town. She could not drive with her sprained ankle. I drove her to the ER, she was treated. Then we took motel rooms because it was getting late. Then I drove her home that morning. This is one time when not being truthful protected the confidentiality of a person who wanted it protected. And before anyone thoughts go there, no, many rape victims do not want to nor desire to thank their rescuer with sex. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and my rage was triggered. I am not proud of how everything ended. I wish it had gone the way I wanted but he got what he deserved.The next week, when I had to return, the young lady drove me back. We kept in touch for a while then she finished college and went off to live her life. She did get counseling. I never asked for details.I did get a further update from the ranger. The official conclusion was the body had been too decomposed and had too much animal feeding damage to determine a cause of death so his official cause of death was undetermined. Over the last 2 years, there had been reports from women hiking alone or in groups of two of being raped by a man with a knife. He got the drop on them when they were in their tent, often when changing clothes or getting ready for bed. The last report came 3 weeks before the discovery of the body. The body was identified and matched that of the ID in the wallet. The guy was 20 and lived in the Central Valley. As a juvenile he had two arrests for raping teen girls and a couple more for sexual assault. He served a year in a juvenile facility and had no arrests since.I know from statistics and my experience, many rapists are not caught or if caught go unpunished. I had to endure being told that I should have enjoyed it. It was not fun and caused great emotional pain that still exists 45 years later. So maybe his death saved a few young women from enduring the emotional trauma. I know my conscience is clear. I am sure the ranger is not losing sleep over it. I would guess that the young lady that endured the trauma has emotional pain but it is not over his death.If you are going to do terrible harm to someone far from help then you have to expect to suffer the consequences when people stop it. The police are not around and neither are jails or medical services. In those situations, it is very easy to cover the real cause of death and save a whole lot of paperwork and eating time answering stupid questions.

I was 4 almost 5. My experience was not near death, it was death.I was in my bed sick. I had been very ill running fevers hitting 104. Mom says I hit 105 at some point. I remember being lowered into a cold tub of water, my mother frantically trying to bring the fever down. I would hallucinate the same thing when my fever got that high. The ceiling would start bouncing back and forth like a rubber band. It would begin lowering down on me. I would cry out thinking I was going to be crushed. In looking back now it was probably seizures.I was also vomiting every hour or less. When my stomach had nothing left I was dry heaving yellow mucus.Mom took me to the hospital seeing I was getting ready to die. I was little and my body had taken all it could. I was losing against whatever bug had hold of me.I was immediately rushed back to the ER beds and the room became busy with medical staff rushing around. They were asking mom questions as she watched me looking worried and trying not to cry.I felt so tired. I just wanted to sleep for a while. I remember telling everyone I was feeling much better. The sounds in the room started to get a hollow echo to them. I just wanted to close my eyes, so I did.The voices in the room continued to echo. I suddenly noticed my toes were touching the foot of the bed. I thought,u201dwow! I am a big girl!u201d I felt so proud. I opened my eyes to look and when I did I was looking at myself. I was laying on a gurney. I was blue. My eyes were slats. There were people around me frantically working. Mom was crying as she looked on.I wasn't upset or scared. A little confused. I knew I didn't have a body. I felt like I was part of everything and everyone. I moved upward and could see other rooms. I later detailed conversations that there is no way I could have known. I lifted out of the hospital and continued ascending. I began browsing thru time. I saw events from my short life. I later detailed things that occured before I could even talk. Things I should not be able to remember but do and in great detail. Ascended more. I felt at peace. There were no questions or unknowns. There were no fears or worries. I began drifting towards a light. It was beautiful. I wanted to touch it.Suddenly there was a pop. It felt like I was attached to a cord and someone grabbed it and jerked me down. I descended almost instantly.After that it's hazy. I obviously got better and went home. The experience has shaped me in so many ways. I know there is a place we go when we die. Oddly I still fear death. I can't understand why.So that's my near death experience. I hope it gives some one hope .

Iu2019d like to add an answer to this pool, because some of these answers are preachy and donu2019t address the practical question of what to do if you find yourself in the situation where you missed/ignored/forgot that you had jury duty.I am currently through my week of jury summons right now and have an explanation as to why some people say that it doesnu2019t matter whether you go or not and others say youu2019ll get in trouble.Itu2019s Wednesday and so far this week, I checked my summons and my group number has not been called to actually report to go in. There are quite a few groups of people that are on call u2023 like me u2023 and maybe 5% of those groups have actually been requested to physically show up this week so far (I can see this because itu2019s all publicly available on the court website).I believe, based on the other answers here (and other research) that if your jury group IS called to physically show up and donu2019t, California will issue a passive u201cbench warrantu201d that will show up on your record. But if your group ISNu2019T called to show up during your jury summons week, then itu2019s no different than if you just ignored or forgot your jury summons.In other words, thereu2019s no difference between what Iu2019m doing now u2023 checking each day to see if my group is supposed to report in u2023 and not responding to the summons. In both cases, the court system doesnu2019t know whether Iu2019m doing anything at all, since I havenu2019t been asked to register, log in, or contact them personallyu2023 Iu2019ve just been checking the public website and finding that my group doesnu2019t need to report in.So I think whether you actually get a bench warrant issued or not depends on whether your group gets called during the jury summons week, which also depends on how many court cases there are that week that require juries.Anyway, thatu2019s my educated guess of whatu2019s going on based on what I am seeing of how the system currently operates as a potential juror. Iu2019m not implying that anyone should shirk their civic duty, you certainly should not!

Because every single one of them has the right to appeal, and in fact those appeals are automatic.Imagine that you're on Death Row with pending appeals, and the governor just announces that they're going to line you all up and have you shot without any regard for the due process of law. How would you feel about that?Considering how many Death Row inmates are totally exonerated -- should never have been convicted in the first place -- the idea that we should cut short their opportunities to prove their innocence and just slaughter them en masse sounds pretty barbaric.

Your rental agreement should spell out the terms. Thirty days notice is the norm but a contract can always be different. In theory, you should vacate by or on that last day and the house left clean. In practice, you might be able to work out a few days difference with the landlord.