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Tech support and repair, Computers, TVs, Laptops and more. No project to small nor to big. Live Eve No Dream to small no realty to big.

LD3 productions founded in 2009, we are a full service production company taking your dream, visualizing a concept turning it in to realty. Our very talented and experienced teams of professionals are together taking production to the next level. We have experienced staff all major areas of T.V /Movie Production, business management and marketing, community outreach event management and journalism

. This diversity has allowed us to come together in a unique setting and provide exemplary services across the board. We have 4 unique departments that are designed to fill the client’s needs Concept and Design, Live Event Production, Photographer services, and Technology Services. All of our departments work in concert with each other to achieve a simple easy to understand step by step process for our clients

07/15/2025

The Subscription Apocalypse
It's Tuesday. You just discovered you've been paying for Spotify Premium, Apple Music, AND Pandora for the past 8 months. Your streaming services have formed their own union and are demanding overtime pay. 🎵💸🤡
You went through your subscriptions like an archaeologist uncovering ancient civilizations:
Netflix (obviously)
Hulu (for that ONE show)
Disney+ (you're 34 but okay)
HBO Max (it's called "Max" now, grandpa)
Paramount+ (literally why)
A meditation app you used twice in 2022
A language learning app that's still convinced you'll be fluent in Spanish "mañana"
Your bank statement reads like a hostage note written by corporate America.
Plot twist: You're still watching YouTube for free and eating cereal for dinner.
Your credit card saw this monthly massacre and filed for emotional damages. Your budget app sent you a breakup text. And your financial future? She's in therapy discussing abandonment issues.
Today's intervention: Cancel something. ANYTHING. Your great-aunt's soap opera addiction has better financial planning than you do.
🔥 August is coming with receipts, reality checks, and a subscription detox program. Capital Council is about to Marie Kondo your monthly expenses—if it doesn't spark joy OR profit, it's getting yeeted.
📱💳🗑️

07/15/2025

TURBULENCE & TOXIC ATTACHMENT TERRORISM
You just spent 2 hours analyzing why they used a period instead of an exclamation point in their "good morning" text and somehow convinced yourself it's a coded message about the declining state of your situationship.
You've screenshot their Instagram story to your group chat 6 times asking "what does this MEAN" about a picture of their breakfast, like you're a detective solving crimes against your heart.
Your Tuesday energy is giving "unhinged girlfriend who's not even officially a girlfriend" vibes while you debate whether liking their ex's comment from 3 weeks ago constitutes emotional cheating.
You're not "reading between the lines." You're manufacturing entire novels between the lines while they're just existing as a normal human who doesn't encode secret messages in their emoji choices.
Bestie. You just googled "what does it mean when someone takes 4 hours to respond" and got personally victimized by a Reddit thread about attachment styles.
You don't need relationship advice—you need to accept that sometimes "hey" just means "hey" and not "I'm questioning our entire future together."
Tangled HeartStrings returns in August—emotionally unhinged and ready to decode your dating disasters. 💀📱💔

07/14/2025

THC Jerk Chicken with Pineapple Rice & Bad Decisions is not a meal—it’s a full-contact sport played on your tongue while your brain forgets what day it is. The chicken? Aggressively seasoned like it’s got unresolved trauma. The pineapple rice? A sweet little liar luring you into a false sense of safety before the THC kicks in and you’re Googling “Can I get deported from my own kitchen?” This dish doesn’t ask for your approval—it demands your attention, ruins your plans, and might just unlock a repressed memory mid-bite. It’s tropical. It’s feral. And it absolutely does not come with a warning label.

Turn in starting August to Different Shades of Green—unless your spice level’s “mayonnaise” and your idea of adventure is buying off-brand cereal.

THC Jerk Chicken with Pineapple Rice & Bad Decisions

Bold, fiery jerk chicken thighs roasted until crispy and slapped with cannabis coconut oil. Served on sweet pineapple rice that makes you question if you’re still in your kitchen or on a Caribbean cruise ship in your mind.

Dosage: 6mg THC per serving
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 35 minutes | Serves: 4

Ingredients:

Jerk Chicken:
• 4 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs
• 2 tbsp cannabis-infused coconut oil
• 1 tbsp jerk seasoning
• 1 clove garlic, minced
• 1 tsp thyme
• ½ lime, juiced
• Salt & pepper

Pineapple Rice:
• 2 cups cooked jasmine rice
• ½ cup diced pineapple
• 1 tbsp coconut oil
• 2 green onions, chopped
• Salt to taste

Instructions:
1. Preheat oven to 400°F. Mix jerk seasoning, cannabis coconut oil, lime juice, garlic, thyme. Rub all over chicken.
2. Roast chicken on a foil-lined sheet pan for 35 minutes or until internal temp hits 165°F.
3. While baking, sauté green onions and pineapple in coconut oil for 3 mins. Stir into cooked rice.
4. Plate chicken over pineapple rice and stare off into the distance thinking about your ex.

07/14/2025

1789 – Storming of the Bastille Sparks French Revolution
Today, angry French citizens said "enough" to royal BS and literally tore down a fortress because they were DONE with being broke while royalty ate cake. Revolutionary energy? We stan. But let's talk about YOUR personal Bastille... 🏰

Your toxic situationship IS your Bastille—that emotional prison you keep defending because "it has potential" while they treat you like a peasant. You're out here storming nothing but their DMs at 2 AM, begging for crumbs of attention from someone who wouldn't cross the street for you.

Marie Antoinette said "let them eat cake"—your ex says "let's just be friends" after wasting 8 months of your life. Both deserve the guillotine treatment (metaphorically, obviously).

Your July 14 revolution checklist:
• Storm your own emotional Bastille and FREE yourself from trash treatment
• Stop accepting breadcrumbs from people who should be serving you full meals
• Guillotine those dead-end connections (block button = modern revolution)

The French didn't ask nicely for change—they TOOK it. Stop negotiating with people who don't value you. Your heart isn't a democracy; it's a monarchy, and YOU'RE the ruler. 👑

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Starting in August, tune in to Legacy's Footprints—where we explore how history's biggest power moves can inspire your personal revolution.

07/14/2025

🍯 MONDAY NIGHTMARISH KNOWLEDGE 🍯

Honey never expires. NEVER. Like, EVER.
That jar in your pantry? It could outlive your great-great-grandchildren and still be perfectly edible. 💀⚰️

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE EXISTENTIALLY RUINED:
• Archaeologists have found 3,000-year-old honey in Egyptian tombs that's still good to eat
• Your morning toast is being sweetened by something more immortal than vampires
• Somewhere out there is honey older than Jesus, just vibing in a jar, waiting to be spread on ancient bread
• It's basically the cockroach of the food world, but sticky and golden

MONDAY SPIRAL ACTIVATED:
• Drop a 🍯 if you just realized honey is basically food's version of the undead
• Tag someone who needs to know their pantry contains immortal bee vomit
• Comment the oldest thing in your kitchen (spoiler: it's probably not as old as that honey could theoretically be)
• Share if you want to curse someone else's Monday with eternal sweetness anxiety

BONUS TRAUMA: Honey is technically bee vomit. Sweet, immortal bee vomit. You're welcome! 🐝🤢

Trivia: where we ruin perfectly innocent breakfast foods since forever (literally, in honey's case).

Brain vs Bar returns in August—assuming the immortal honey doesn't achieve consciousness first and take over the world.

07/14/2025

Monday Morning Financial Massacre

It's Monday. Your weekend spending spree is now a crime scene. Your bank account flatlined somewhere between the 3rd iced coffee and that "vintage" lamp you absolutely HAD to have from Facebook Marketplace. 💀☕️🛋️

You woke up to 47 payment notifications, a drawer full of useless receipts, and the haunting memory of confidently saying "I deserve this" while buying $89 worth of skincare that promises to fix your life in 7-10 business days.

Your credit card is sending you to collections AND therapy.

The damage report:
- $156 on "self-care Sunday" (translation: Target run gone rogue)
- $43 on artisanal ice cream because "it's basically a salad if it has strawberries"
- $78 on a subscription box you forgot you signed up for in 2023

Your savings account saw this chaos and changed its relationship status to "it's complicated."

You opened your banking app like you were defusing a bomb.
Spoiler alert: It exploded.
Your available balance is now in witness protection.

Reality check time:
• Your "investment" in crypto is not the same as investing in yourself
• Emotional spending is not a love language
• Your future self is writing a very angry letter right now

Your emergency fund is considering early retirement. Your budget spreadsheet is filing for divorce. And your financial advisor? She's screening your calls.

Today's survival plan:
Drink tap water.
Eat what's already in your fridge.
Stare at your bank statement until you achieve enlightenment or a panic attack—whichever comes first.

🚨 August can't come fast enough. Capital Council is about to perform financial surgery on your spending habits.
If your budget looks like a true crime documentary—we're ready to investigate. Bring your receipts, your shame, and your willingness to change.

💳🔥📊

07/14/2025

MONDAY MORNING CHAOS & CAFFEINE CATASTROPHES

You just had a full breakdown because your usual barista wasn't working and the replacement person made your drink wrong.
You're standing there explaining your exact milk-to-foam ratio like you're negotiating a hostage situation, while internally screaming because this is somehow the final straw that broke your carefully constructed Monday survival plan.

You've been awake for 37 minutes and already sent 4 passive-aggressive emails, argued with your alarm clock, and convinced yourself that wearing yesterday's shirt inside-out counts as "vintage chic."

Your motivational Monday playlist is just sad songs from 2016 because apparently your subconscious is feeling nostalgic for simpler times when your biggest problem was whether to post that sunset photo.

You're not "embracing the grind."
You're being ground up BY the grind and seasoned with existential dread and the lingering taste of burnt coffee.

Honey. You just googled "is it normal to cry over spilled oat milk" and took a BuzzFeed quiz titled "Which Type of Breakdown Are You Having Today?"

You don't need a life coach—you need a nap, a hug, and maybe someone to remind you that Mondays are just Tuesdays in disguise.

Tangled HeartStrings returns in August—caffeinated, chaotic, and ready to validate your Monday morning meltdowns. ☕💀🎭

07/13/2025

This ain’t your Nonna’s Sunday dinner—unless she secretly microdosed, rage-quit bingo night, and launched a food blog called “High Cuisine & Emotional Damage.” Baked THC Ziti with Herbed Ricotta Chaos is a molten, saucy descent into carb-fueled delirium—where every forkful feels like a love letter from a pasta demon trying to seduce your soul. The ricotta doesn’t just comfort—it interrogates. The ziti? Unhinged. The sauce? Probably knows your birth chart. This isn’t dinner. It’s a full-blown edible exorcism disguised as an Italian classic. Good luck walking after your third plate. Actually—good luck remembering your legs.
Turn in starting August to Different Shades of Green—unless you’re still out here afraid of gluten and flavor like a coward in denial.

Baked THC Ziti with Herbed Ricotta Chaos

Ziti pasta buried in layers of rich marinara, cannabis-butter whipped ricotta, and bubbling mozzarella. It’s not just baked—it’s absolutely obliterated… with flavor.

Dosage: 5mg THC per serving
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 30 minutes | Serves: 6

Ingredients:
1 lb ziti pasta

3 cups marinara sauce

1½ cups ricotta cheese

1 egg

2 tbsp cannabis-infused butter, melted

1 tbsp fresh basil, chopped

2 cups shredded mozzarella

½ cup grated parmesan

Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions:
Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).

Cook pasta until al dente, drain and set aside.

Mix ricotta, egg, cannabis butter, basil, salt, and pepper in a bowl.

In a 9x13 baking dish, layer pasta, sauce, ricotta mixture, and mozzarella. Repeat.

Top with parmesan and cover with foil.

Bake 20 minutes covered, 10 minutes uncovered until golden and bubbly.

Cool slightly before serving, or dive in face-first.

07/13/2025

1937 – First Krispy Kreme Opens in North Carolina
America birthed the ultimate temptation trap today: hot, fresh doughnuts that make your insulin crash harder than your ex’s excuses. One bite in, and you’re hooked—no loyalty, just glazed betrayal. 🍩

This is your love life: sweet at first until the crash lands you in regret city with crumbs in your lash extensions and a boyfriend who “forgot our anniversary.” Krispy Kremes don’t ask for your heart, they just take it—and leave you bloated, broke, and searching for self-control.

Your Sunday survival guide:
• Don’t bite into anything soft and sweet just because you’re craving comfort.
• Emotional Krispy Kremes ghost you once they’ve had their fill.
• You’re not a sugar high; you deserve actual substance.

Rip off the glaze. Ditch the crash diets… and the crash relationships. Build a love life that doesn’t give you cavities (or anxiety). 💔

Starting in August, turn in to Legacy’s Footprints—where even doughnut nostalgia gets roasted, and sweetness doesn’t come without consequences.

07/13/2025

🦐 SUNDAY NIGHTMARISH KNOWLEDGE 🦐

Lobsters taste with their feet.
You read that right. Not their mouths. Their FEET. Their cursed little sea toes. 👣🌊

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’RE RUINED:
• Every time you’ve ordered lobster, you’ve basically been chewing on foot tongues
• They walk around tasting the ocean floor like it’s a Red Lobster sample platter of nightmares
• They also p*e out of their faces, but that’s another trauma for another day

SUNDAY SPIRAL ACTIVATED:
• Drop a 🦐 if your appetite just walked into the ocean and never came back
• Tag someone who now regrets every seafood boil they’ve ever attended
• Comment the worst sentence you’ve ever heard (this one is up there)
• Share if you want to destroy someone else’s peaceful Sunday with foot-flavored seafood horror

Trivia: the only time it’s acceptable to bring up lobster foot-mouths in public without being escorted out.

Turn in starting again in August to BrainVsBar—unless the lobsters crawl out of the sea and cancel us all first.

07/13/2025

Regret Is a Line Item

It’s Sunday. Your bank account is crying. Your liver is crying. Your inner child is crying. And yet, somehow, you’re still considering ordering Thai food because “I need something comforting.” 🍜💳🧍‍♀️

You woke up surrounded by receipts, a half-eaten croissant, and the crushing realization that you spent $236.19 this weekend to emotionally avoid the void.
And the void? Still here. Wearing your $68 impulse-purchase hoodie and sipping from your $22 “emotional support” matcha.

You checked your bank app like it owed you an apology.
It didn’t.
It just said:
“Declined. Again.”

Let’s talk about what we learned:
• Your credit score is not a rebound from your ex. Stop testing it.
• “Soft girl era” is not a reason to subscribe to 3 lifestyle boxes.
• You cannot spiritually cleanse your budget with palo santo and vibes.

Your emergency fund saw your transactions and tried to file a restraining order. Your debit card is in a medically induced coma. And your financial future? She left the group chat.

Today’s sacred ritual:
Drink water.
Eat leftovers.
Stare at your budget spreadsheet like it’s your mortal enemy—and then make peace with it anyway.

🔪 Starting August, Capital Council becomes a full-blown financial reckoning.
If your budget is a cry for help wrapped in a scented candle and Klarna debt—don’t worry. We’re coming for your receipts, your delusions, and your DoorDash history.

📉🥡💸

07/13/2025

UNSENT. UNHINGED. UNWELL.

You wrote the text. You rewrote the text. You stared at the blinking cursor like it was taunting you in Morse code. You didn’t send it… but your soul did. Telepathically. Violently.

They didn’t respond to “hey,” and now you’ve blacked out and imagined a 3-season arc of your relationship, complete with trauma bonding, IKEA furniture, and a shared Google Calendar.

Let’s be real: you weren’t ghosted. You were ritually discarded like a cursed crystal that saw too much.
You’re out here emotionally roleplaying with a figment of your romantic imagination, waiting for closure from someone who can’t even commit to punctuation.

You’re not texting them. You’re not checking their story. You’re not manifesting their healing arc.
You’re gonna throw your phone into the void and flirt with your peace like it’s six feet tall and emotionally secure.

Tangled HeartStrings returns in August—bring your rage, your restraining-order-level self-control, and the draft texts you’ll never send, because this time, we’re casting demons out through DMs. 📵💀🔪

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