So, I’m still alive.
Otherwise it’s been a bit of a rough patch at times with myself.
The latest news is that I’m getting an A in my pre-calc class, and the next test is conic sections, so I’m studying for the formulas of circles, parabolas, ellipses, and hyperbolas.
I’m almost making an A in chem I, and in this module, the first thing they did was introduce quantum theory to explain where we are in chemistry, because this module is all about electron density, energy, general position, and all that good stuff.
So of course I got it, because I like quantum mechanics, I think it’s a fascinating science. Everyone else on the other hand, wasn’t so cool with it. April mentioned that I’m pretty smart, as well as reasonable reasons why I don’t think of myself as a genius. But after really listening in a few classes of chemistry, I really understand what she meant. I’m having trouble in the class, but I’m almost getting an A (I think I just got to 89.0%), so I’m actually doing good in the class. Everyone else, it seems, is failing.
Funny quirk about the school system; if you’re signed up for financial aid and slotted as a full time student, you can’t go less than the minimum hours defined by the college as full time, or lose the aid. So, if you’re failing, you stay in the class so the money teat doesn’t get pulled away. Which I think is stupid, but I don’t make the rules.
Chemistry has been a pain in my ass all semester, the quizzes are stupid hard, the teaching is okay, and I’m a hairsbreadth from getting my A. The last quiz, I gave up on half-way through and started looking for the answers on the Internet. And I got them, mostly. So I have my high quiz score and I learned to find the answers on the internet. Woo.
I was hoping to take a digital photography course over the summer, but reading some snippits of people that went through said it was mostly a photoshop course, not a photography course. So, I was a little pissed, and I thought about it for a bit and decided that if I can’t go to the mountain, I might as well bring the mountain to me. So I picked up the textbook for the class, and there’s another one I have in my Amazon.com order that I think should really help me be a better photographer. I’m thinking of getting a bit zoomier zoom lens, and a regular tripod for the night shots I’m thinking about taking.
Once again I’ve been window shopping for a motorcycle, and I’ve been looking at the Spyder (god, I hate stupid misspellings like that) which is a cross between an ATV and a motorcycle, and the Ural, which has a limited edition out, called the Red October, clad all in red with the sickle/hammer of the USSR on the back end. Which I think I would love driving around this hick-ville and see the people freak out. Then again, maybe not.
Speaking of toys, I got a new x-box, and left the old one at April’s for her to play the various flavors of rockband on. And because I recovered my gamertag on my new x-box, it won’t work on the old one, so I made her one of her own.
Speaking of that, lately I’ve been really nice to The Girlfriend, which has surprised me, since I’m a hard-nosed pessimistic grouch by nature. Not without reason, however.
I did mess up her birthday a bit. I was distracted and pre-occupied with school work, which hadn’t been getting done since other things were getting in the way, so I was worrying about it. Instead of telling her to wait and have it another day, which might not come, I decided to push on and try to push the problem from my mind.
And it stayed in the background, rather malignantly. I fretted all day, and it ruined the day that was for her. At the end, we went into the theater and watched new moon, the new twilight movie, and I couldn’t help but make fun of it. I had a blast, but The Girlfriend is a large fan of the books, and so… it did not go over well. So I’m banned from watching the movies with her, because I cannot keep my mouth shut or stop laughing at some scenes.
So, afterwards, with her crying and me feeling like a heel, she tole me no more birthdays for her. So I agreed, and put the issue out of my mind. I felt bad for a bit and moved on.
And apparently that was the wrong decision, to respect herself and her decisions and abide by her wishes, and instead I was supposed to make it up to her by doing it again. Which she didn’t come out and tell me, so I was unable to get it. So she had to tell me later, which she was afraid to do because she was worried that I was going to make it up to her because she told me to.
So, we sat down and had a talk about how, in the whole length of knowing me, has there been any time, any time at all, that I’ve ever been able to pick up on the small details. And that telling me, not berating me, but talking to me about it, because I did feel bad about it, would yield results.
So, we sorta tried it again, only this time I got her some gifts, an OU hoodie and shirt, because she’s enamored of that silly team, and when I was in the bookstore, I got myself some books, and they were having a sale on bears, on orders over $60, which I was, so while The Girlfriend had wandered away to do something with her phone, I got the bear for her, as a replacement me.
She calls me a teddy bear, and says that since I’m not there at night to keep her warm, she freezes, so I gave her a teddy bear to hold when I’m not there.
She loves it. And she kissed me and told me I made it up to her.
Thanksgiving was okay, I spent the day being dragged from one side of the family to the other, paraded for others to see, and then we went home.
It wasn’t all that bad, but I did rankle slightly under the “Look at the Tamed Boyfriend! He knows Tricks!” feeling I had that day. But I ate and kept my eyes open and stayed polite and friendly, and took mental notes. They were all good, nice people, and I had a little fun, even as I tried to fall asleep when things got quiet.
Now, I’m getting better from my day long sickness, and I have things I have to catch up on at school, so I must go.
I am counting the days until my last final, and then I can slack off for a month before the next semester. Yay!
Otherwise it’s been a bit of a rough patch at times with myself.
The latest news is that I’m getting an A in my pre-calc class, and the next test is conic sections, so I’m studying for the formulas of circles, parabolas, ellipses, and hyperbolas.
I’m almost making an A in chem I, and in this module, the first thing they did was introduce quantum theory to explain where we are in chemistry, because this module is all about electron density, energy, general position, and all that good stuff.
So of course I got it, because I like quantum mechanics, I think it’s a fascinating science. Everyone else on the other hand, wasn’t so cool with it. April mentioned that I’m pretty smart, as well as reasonable reasons why I don’t think of myself as a genius. But after really listening in a few classes of chemistry, I really understand what she meant. I’m having trouble in the class, but I’m almost getting an A (I think I just got to 89.0%), so I’m actually doing good in the class. Everyone else, it seems, is failing.
Funny quirk about the school system; if you’re signed up for financial aid and slotted as a full time student, you can’t go less than the minimum hours defined by the college as full time, or lose the aid. So, if you’re failing, you stay in the class so the money teat doesn’t get pulled away. Which I think is stupid, but I don’t make the rules.
Chemistry has been a pain in my ass all semester, the quizzes are stupid hard, the teaching is okay, and I’m a hairsbreadth from getting my A. The last quiz, I gave up on half-way through and started looking for the answers on the Internet. And I got them, mostly. So I have my high quiz score and I learned to find the answers on the internet. Woo.
I was hoping to take a digital photography course over the summer, but reading some snippits of people that went through said it was mostly a photoshop course, not a photography course. So, I was a little pissed, and I thought about it for a bit and decided that if I can’t go to the mountain, I might as well bring the mountain to me. So I picked up the textbook for the class, and there’s another one I have in my Amazon.com order that I think should really help me be a better photographer. I’m thinking of getting a bit zoomier zoom lens, and a regular tripod for the night shots I’m thinking about taking.
Once again I’ve been window shopping for a motorcycle, and I’ve been looking at the Spyder (god, I hate stupid misspellings like that) which is a cross between an ATV and a motorcycle, and the Ural, which has a limited edition out, called the Red October, clad all in red with the sickle/hammer of the USSR on the back end. Which I think I would love driving around this hick-ville and see the people freak out. Then again, maybe not.
Speaking of toys, I got a new x-box, and left the old one at April’s for her to play the various flavors of rockband on. And because I recovered my gamertag on my new x-box, it won’t work on the old one, so I made her one of her own.
Speaking of that, lately I’ve been really nice to The Girlfriend, which has surprised me, since I’m a hard-nosed pessimistic grouch by nature. Not without reason, however.
I did mess up her birthday a bit. I was distracted and pre-occupied with school work, which hadn’t been getting done since other things were getting in the way, so I was worrying about it. Instead of telling her to wait and have it another day, which might not come, I decided to push on and try to push the problem from my mind.
And it stayed in the background, rather malignantly. I fretted all day, and it ruined the day that was for her. At the end, we went into the theater and watched new moon, the new twilight movie, and I couldn’t help but make fun of it. I had a blast, but The Girlfriend is a large fan of the books, and so… it did not go over well. So I’m banned from watching the movies with her, because I cannot keep my mouth shut or stop laughing at some scenes.
So, afterwards, with her crying and me feeling like a heel, she tole me no more birthdays for her. So I agreed, and put the issue out of my mind. I felt bad for a bit and moved on.
And apparently that was the wrong decision, to respect herself and her decisions and abide by her wishes, and instead I was supposed to make it up to her by doing it again. Which she didn’t come out and tell me, so I was unable to get it. So she had to tell me later, which she was afraid to do because she was worried that I was going to make it up to her because she told me to.
So, we sat down and had a talk about how, in the whole length of knowing me, has there been any time, any time at all, that I’ve ever been able to pick up on the small details. And that telling me, not berating me, but talking to me about it, because I did feel bad about it, would yield results.
So, we sorta tried it again, only this time I got her some gifts, an OU hoodie and shirt, because she’s enamored of that silly team, and when I was in the bookstore, I got myself some books, and they were having a sale on bears, on orders over $60, which I was, so while The Girlfriend had wandered away to do something with her phone, I got the bear for her, as a replacement me.
She calls me a teddy bear, and says that since I’m not there at night to keep her warm, she freezes, so I gave her a teddy bear to hold when I’m not there.
She loves it. And she kissed me and told me I made it up to her.
Thanksgiving was okay, I spent the day being dragged from one side of the family to the other, paraded for others to see, and then we went home.
It wasn’t all that bad, but I did rankle slightly under the “Look at the Tamed Boyfriend! He knows Tricks!” feeling I had that day. But I ate and kept my eyes open and stayed polite and friendly, and took mental notes. They were all good, nice people, and I had a little fun, even as I tried to fall asleep when things got quiet.
Now, I’m getting better from my day long sickness, and I have things I have to catch up on at school, so I must go.
I am counting the days until my last final, and then I can slack off for a month before the next semester. Yay!
The weather was good, the time was right, and for the first time in a while, I had a night where I had nothing to do. So I went shooting. Shot a box and a half before the light died fully. Took some pictures and had a great time.
However, now that fun is done, I have to clean the rifle and start on the work I have to get done for friday.
...and take a bath, I reek of burned nitrocelluose. It's a manly smell, surely, but one that could get me in trouble in certain areas.
So, go to flickr and wow over really easy sharpshooting. :)
However, now that fun is done, I have to clean the rifle and start on the work I have to get done for friday.
...and take a bath, I reek of burned nitrocelluose. It's a manly smell, surely, but one that could get me in trouble in certain areas.
So, go to flickr and wow over really easy sharpshooting. :)
I've gotten a new camera and have taken pictures with it, marvel!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
For all the Anime lovers in the world:
In other news: chem test monday + quiz not going all that well = full on freakout.
December 16th is my last day of school before the next year, and I'm freakin' ready.
In other news: chem test monday + quiz not going all that well = full on freakout.
December 16th is my last day of school before the next year, and I'm freakin' ready.
An update… of sorts.
On the health front, apparently my reoccurring ear infection wasn’t bacterial in nature, noooo, that would be too simple. I have a yeast infection in my ear.
You know how I treat it?
Get this, with either acetic acid, aka, white vinegar, or over the counter Lamocil (in solution) which is the liquid version of the crap people smear on their jock itch and athlete’s foot.
I am such a happy camper now.
Really.
Thrilled!
However, I have decided that I want a better camera, so I bought one for when I want to take pictures, which is usually when I’m on vacation, or out and about.
Also, I’m doing well in school, with the recent test grade I got back as a 96%, it puts my grade in the class up to a 85%, so I have a good chance of making an A in the class before the end of the semester. Or at least clawing my way to a 89.7% which will hopefully be rounded up to a 90% and my A.
Math is also doing well, I’m keeping my 96% in the class so far, but there’s a test I have to do tomorrow or Saturday, and I’m hoping that all my worrying is still for nothing.
Work is going. I pretty much just endure the thing to get to the start of the week, so I can do the much more important school thing.
Chem Lab’s tomorrow, and it’s a kind of a doozy, so I’m not quite looking forward to doing it.
I signed up for next semester’s classes, and once again they’re all M/W/F classes, and crammed between 12 and 4 pm. Trig, Comp II, Gov. Or, Trigonometry, English Composition II, and American Government. Yay. Peh. Otherwise known as another way for me to go bald, as I rip my hair out in frustration/anxiety/stress
But, I have to get this out of the way now, the next semester is Calc I, and after Calc I, a lot of my major classes open up (due to Calc I being a prerequisite) and I’m going to be fun hopping around with that schedule.
Ugh. However, I’m just getting into a book, His Majesty's Dragon, and it’s slightly alternate history (Napoleonic wars… with dragons!) so it reads a lot like Horatio Hornblower, which I rather liked, so I’m rather enjoying the difference. And it’s something that I’ve read for myself. There hasn’t been a lot of that lately, and it’s bothering me. I’ve been so absorbed in school and homework that there’s not been a lot of time that I haven’t had to myself. Even when I’m with The Girlfriend, I’m sometimes cataloging all the things I have to do in the next few days, so I don’t forget something (I always forget something anyway, that’s why I bought a little book to write things down in)… so… yeah.
Otherwise, The Girlfriend and I had a small tiff, and every thing's okay now. Now that I’m not worrying if the doctor’s going to tell me he’s going to have to cut my ear off to save my face, or something. Still, I learned that when I’m absolutely exhausted, that I should just go straight to bed. Duh, right? Well, when I think I sound and act coherent, apparently I’m not quite as coherent as I think I am.
In the mean time, I’m going to sit in the corner and drool a little on myself, okay?
On the health front, apparently my reoccurring ear infection wasn’t bacterial in nature, noooo, that would be too simple. I have a yeast infection in my ear.
You know how I treat it?
Get this, with either acetic acid, aka, white vinegar, or over the counter Lamocil (in solution) which is the liquid version of the crap people smear on their jock itch and athlete’s foot.
I am such a happy camper now.
Really.
Thrilled!
However, I have decided that I want a better camera, so I bought one for when I want to take pictures, which is usually when I’m on vacation, or out and about.
Also, I’m doing well in school, with the recent test grade I got back as a 96%, it puts my grade in the class up to a 85%, so I have a good chance of making an A in the class before the end of the semester. Or at least clawing my way to a 89.7% which will hopefully be rounded up to a 90% and my A.
Math is also doing well, I’m keeping my 96% in the class so far, but there’s a test I have to do tomorrow or Saturday, and I’m hoping that all my worrying is still for nothing.
Work is going. I pretty much just endure the thing to get to the start of the week, so I can do the much more important school thing.
Chem Lab’s tomorrow, and it’s a kind of a doozy, so I’m not quite looking forward to doing it.
I signed up for next semester’s classes, and once again they’re all M/W/F classes, and crammed between 12 and 4 pm. Trig, Comp II, Gov. Or, Trigonometry, English Composition II, and American Government. Yay. Peh. Otherwise known as another way for me to go bald, as I rip my hair out in frustration/anxiety/stress
But, I have to get this out of the way now, the next semester is Calc I, and after Calc I, a lot of my major classes open up (due to Calc I being a prerequisite) and I’m going to be fun hopping around with that schedule.
Ugh. However, I’m just getting into a book, His Majesty's Dragon, and it’s slightly alternate history (Napoleonic wars… with dragons!) so it reads a lot like Horatio Hornblower, which I rather liked, so I’m rather enjoying the difference. And it’s something that I’ve read for myself. There hasn’t been a lot of that lately, and it’s bothering me. I’ve been so absorbed in school and homework that there’s not been a lot of time that I haven’t had to myself. Even when I’m with The Girlfriend, I’m sometimes cataloging all the things I have to do in the next few days, so I don’t forget something (I always forget something anyway, that’s why I bought a little book to write things down in)… so… yeah.
Otherwise, The Girlfriend and I had a small tiff, and every thing's okay now. Now that I’m not worrying if the doctor’s going to tell me he’s going to have to cut my ear off to save my face, or something. Still, I learned that when I’m absolutely exhausted, that I should just go straight to bed. Duh, right? Well, when I think I sound and act coherent, apparently I’m not quite as coherent as I think I am.
In the mean time, I’m going to sit in the corner and drool a little on myself, okay?
So, I did my chemistry test, and for the first time in my collegiate career (so far) it was a challenge. Most of the time I have to memorize and vomit back on command, and my brain can do that very well, and interpreting is mostly easy too. This was math, and I wasn't quite as familiar as I wanted to be with the steps, because the course focus is more on the practical than theoretical, which I'm used to in my math class, I actually had to work out problems, than demonstrate that I grasp the theoretical concepts behind the equations.
So far, I'm not a big fan of it. The other part I'm not happy with is, dammit, chemistry is fun! Things blow up, burn up, turn strange colors, and so weird things. The lab table is hooked up to do experiments in front of the class, but there isn't any experiments done. It's entirely memorization and regurgitation. I go from a school system that tried to make science approachable and entertaining, and I know that science is approachable and entertaining, and I hit the wall of EDUCAAAAAAAATION. Jesus. Put some hydrogen in a balloon and poke a lighter at it, fer god's sake. Go into the reactions happening. Do something to engage the students. But, every single time I recite this, I hear over and over that it should be referencing the lab the student should have done, I think it should be reinforcing the lab that they just did. This half in/half out way of teaching the damn material just bugs me.
Okay, yes, part of it is because I'm used to high school chemistry, which is instruction and lab in the same place. This damn lecture/lab part where they talk and talk about reactions, and never show them, and then the lab where the students aren't thinking about what they're doing, they're just following the instructions step by step, record the data, walk away. No thinking required. So I have the application, where I don't think but just follow the directions, and then there's the class, where I don't think, I just copy down the PowerPoint slide and ancillary material.
Something wrong in the state of Denmark, methinks.
Otherwise, Castle on ABC starring Nathon Fillon, is freaking awesome. I'm watching reruns of the first season and I giggle and laugh my way through every episode. Additionally, Lie to Me is rather good too, but I wonder if there's more than a little aping of House, specifically the really smart and rather misanthropic side of the character. The similarities are rather amusing at times, and I generally love and embrace misanthropic characters. My peoples are gruff peoples.
So far, I'm not a big fan of it. The other part I'm not happy with is, dammit, chemistry is fun! Things blow up, burn up, turn strange colors, and so weird things. The lab table is hooked up to do experiments in front of the class, but there isn't any experiments done. It's entirely memorization and regurgitation. I go from a school system that tried to make science approachable and entertaining, and I know that science is approachable and entertaining, and I hit the wall of EDUCAAAAAAAATION. Jesus. Put some hydrogen in a balloon and poke a lighter at it, fer god's sake. Go into the reactions happening. Do something to engage the students. But, every single time I recite this, I hear over and over that it should be referencing the lab the student should have done, I think it should be reinforcing the lab that they just did. This half in/half out way of teaching the damn material just bugs me.
Okay, yes, part of it is because I'm used to high school chemistry, which is instruction and lab in the same place. This damn lecture/lab part where they talk and talk about reactions, and never show them, and then the lab where the students aren't thinking about what they're doing, they're just following the instructions step by step, record the data, walk away. No thinking required. So I have the application, where I don't think but just follow the directions, and then there's the class, where I don't think, I just copy down the PowerPoint slide and ancillary material.
Something wrong in the state of Denmark, methinks.
Otherwise, Castle on ABC starring Nathon Fillon, is freaking awesome. I'm watching reruns of the first season and I giggle and laugh my way through every episode. Additionally, Lie to Me is rather good too, but I wonder if there's more than a little aping of House, specifically the really smart and rather misanthropic side of the character. The similarities are rather amusing at times, and I generally love and embrace misanthropic characters. My peoples are gruff peoples.
I went to the OU vs. Baylor game, and I rather enjoyed it. I put some pictures up here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
Ha! In your face chem I quiz! 15.23 out of 15 points made, which pushes my grade up to an 81% in the class. Not great, but a bit better than it was!
Crapspackle!
I've got a chem test next week (not Friday as it was originally), so I'm freaking out and studying hard. Last chem test I got an 81. So I'm not happy with that. I think it's the lowest test score I've gotten while at college, so far. I'm exceedingly not happy with that. So far my grade in the class is a 80, but only if you round up. This is not acceptable, and I'm freaking out and studying.
Fortunately this test is all about conversion calculations from a given number of grams of substance will equal after the reaction, a certain amount of grams of another substance. It's all very easy and complicated, usually the hard part is getting the right hoops to leap through in the correct order (Fire-gasoline-water, not gasoline-fire-fire. Important distinction, there.)
But they also require you to remember the previously memorized compounds of last chapter, and more importantly, their electric charges, so you can fit them into a chemical equation, balance it, and then find out how many grams of crap A produces grams of crap B, C, and X. To that end, I have filled pages of paper with equations to get the answer, because I have an online chem quiz due by the end of saturday, and if I get it done today, I can use that time to do other things not related to doing the quiz. Yay.
I've got a chem test next week (not Friday as it was originally), so I'm freaking out and studying hard. Last chem test I got an 81. So I'm not happy with that. I think it's the lowest test score I've gotten while at college, so far. I'm exceedingly not happy with that. So far my grade in the class is a 80, but only if you round up. This is not acceptable, and I'm freaking out and studying.
Fortunately this test is all about conversion calculations from a given number of grams of substance will equal after the reaction, a certain amount of grams of another substance. It's all very easy and complicated, usually the hard part is getting the right hoops to leap through in the correct order (Fire-gasoline-water, not gasoline-fire-fire. Important distinction, there.)
But they also require you to remember the previously memorized compounds of last chapter, and more importantly, their electric charges, so you can fit them into a chemical equation, balance it, and then find out how many grams of crap A produces grams of crap B, C, and X. To that end, I have filled pages of paper with equations to get the answer, because I have an online chem quiz due by the end of saturday, and if I get it done today, I can use that time to do other things not related to doing the quiz. Yay.
Because the chemistry I studying I'm doing makes me want to cry blood and piss rabies and poop bricks of pure malevolent hatred, something amusing while I shove a book into my brain, chapter by chapter.
Why Obama Makes Americans Want To Stockpile Ammo (cracked.com)
Why Obama Makes Americans Want To Stockpile Ammo (cracked.com)
A clarification is apparently in order, since The Girlfriend thinks I put her in a negative light. Yes she starts to freak out about new food. But once I start feeding her food she calms down. She may not like everything I eat, like the squid at the Thai place, and the sushi at the Japanese place, but I let her try it, because she might like it, and most of the time, so far, not so much. But that's okay, because I'm expanding her boundaries, and since her diet's been Burger King and McDonalds since forever, a little change is startling. But, in the end, she's getting used to it.
There, is that better? She's not some flighty air-head, like she thought I was making her out to be, just someone who isn't used to having her boundaries widened in that way. But she's been brave and has tagged along with me when we go someplace new. Maybe not entirely enthusiastically as I would hope, but she's not opposed to the idea, and I'll take that.
There, is that better? She's not some flighty air-head, like she thought I was making her out to be, just someone who isn't used to having her boundaries widened in that way. But she's been brave and has tagged along with me when we go someplace new. Maybe not entirely enthusiastically as I would hope, but she's not opposed to the idea, and I'll take that.
Two more pictures on my Flickr, here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
To catch up the few still following this blog. All two of you.
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I am currently very very sick with… gasp! SWIIIIIIIIINE FLUUUUUUUUUUU!!
Or some over cold/flu taking the rounds. Thats right, everything hurts, fever/chills, inability to do complex things, no energy, snot everywhere.
So I went to do my tests today anyway.
And I think I did okay.
But I want someone to shoot me and make the hurting stop.
13 things that do not make sense
13 more things that don't make sense
Or some over cold/flu taking the rounds. Thats right, everything hurts, fever/chills, inability to do complex things, no energy, snot everywhere.
So I went to do my tests today anyway.
And I think I did okay.
But I want someone to shoot me and make the hurting stop.
13 things that do not make sense
13 more things that don't make sense
I like the drapes.
I know this because I left the windows open for the breeze to cool the room instead of the fans I have now, and the drapes would blow open a little bit and then settle. On the other window, are two sheets of cardboard. Which is over my bed. The alarm goes off, I wake up a little bit, and then both sheets of cardboard fall on me, waking me up quickly.
Ugh.
Still, today was good and bad. My head wasn’t in the game today, I’d suffered a small setback the night before and I was taking it kinda personally, and so I was distracted, and I didn’t get any coffee (six million calories, and a liquid substitute for breakfast and lunch), because there’s new barrista’s at the Starbucks in the commons, and they can’t make a special order drink to save their lives.
Especially when I explain what I want three times:
Toffee nut. Frappachino. Extra freakin’ huge. Whip cream on top. Drizzle of chocolate on top of the whip cream.
Simple, yes? Apparently not. And she ask me if it’s just a mocha chip dip crap.
No! Toffee nut. Frappachino. Extra freakin’ huge. Whip cream on top. Drizzle of chocolate on top of the whip cream.
So what I got was a chocolate chip dip mocha crap in a cup. And I took it and left, because I had to go to freakin’ work on Monday. Arrgh!
My quest for my drink continues...
I know this because I left the windows open for the breeze to cool the room instead of the fans I have now, and the drapes would blow open a little bit and then settle. On the other window, are two sheets of cardboard. Which is over my bed. The alarm goes off, I wake up a little bit, and then both sheets of cardboard fall on me, waking me up quickly.
Ugh.
Still, today was good and bad. My head wasn’t in the game today, I’d suffered a small setback the night before and I was taking it kinda personally, and so I was distracted, and I didn’t get any coffee (six million calories, and a liquid substitute for breakfast and lunch), because there’s new barrista’s at the Starbucks in the commons, and they can’t make a special order drink to save their lives.
Especially when I explain what I want three times:
Toffee nut. Frappachino. Extra freakin’ huge. Whip cream on top. Drizzle of chocolate on top of the whip cream.
Simple, yes? Apparently not. And she ask me if it’s just a mocha chip dip crap.
No! Toffee nut. Frappachino. Extra freakin’ huge. Whip cream on top. Drizzle of chocolate on top of the whip cream.
So what I got was a chocolate chip dip mocha crap in a cup. And I took it and left, because I had to go to freakin’ work on Monday. Arrgh!
My quest for my drink continues...
The things that I have done today can be summed up in a matter of few words, which is nothing.
I’ve finished building the small Millennium Falcon Lego that I bought from the store
I set up the digital thermometer / hydrometer so I can tell exactly how much of my ass is melting away in the heat or freezing off in the cold.
I’ve been trying some new curtains, so see if they’re easier to deal with than the pieces of paneling that I’ve been using, and so far, they’re just different.
I’ve gotten a new alarm clock because the old one was losing track of time when I set the alarm, and the new one has a dual alarm time, so I set one for non-school days, and one for school days.
I went out and trimmed the trees and green briar back from the drive way, so it won’t scratch the cars (and by ‘cars’ I mean my car) as we drive in and out.
I’ve reminded mom to call around and see how much a dump truck load of gravel is, because we need three or four dump truck loads to re-gravel the driveway and fill in most of the holes so it’s drive able again. I have a small plan on how to do it, too. First dump truck load goes on the front, second goes in the middle, third goes on the part that starts to widen out, and the fourth all over the place where we park. Should have enough thickness that it’ll be harder to wash the gravel away, unlike the previous efforts with a bag here and a bag there.
Of course, to do that, I need to go out and buy a wheelbarrow, the last one rusted through.
Also, I’ve reminded mom to do something about the truck, so I can get my car under the car port before the storms come later this month.
Otherwise, I’ve been studying chemistry and pre-calc homework and formulae, and generally just lazing about on my weekend doing nothing.
I’ve finished building the small Millennium Falcon Lego that I bought from the store
I set up the digital thermometer / hydrometer so I can tell exactly how much of my ass is melting away in the heat or freezing off in the cold.
I’ve been trying some new curtains, so see if they’re easier to deal with than the pieces of paneling that I’ve been using, and so far, they’re just different.
I’ve gotten a new alarm clock because the old one was losing track of time when I set the alarm, and the new one has a dual alarm time, so I set one for non-school days, and one for school days.
I went out and trimmed the trees and green briar back from the drive way, so it won’t scratch the cars (and by ‘cars’ I mean my car) as we drive in and out.
I’ve reminded mom to call around and see how much a dump truck load of gravel is, because we need three or four dump truck loads to re-gravel the driveway and fill in most of the holes so it’s drive able again. I have a small plan on how to do it, too. First dump truck load goes on the front, second goes in the middle, third goes on the part that starts to widen out, and the fourth all over the place where we park. Should have enough thickness that it’ll be harder to wash the gravel away, unlike the previous efforts with a bag here and a bag there.
Of course, to do that, I need to go out and buy a wheelbarrow, the last one rusted through.
Also, I’ve reminded mom to do something about the truck, so I can get my car under the car port before the storms come later this month.
Otherwise, I’ve been studying chemistry and pre-calc homework and formulae, and generally just lazing about on my weekend doing nothing.
May's for sure. It started with "you're an asshole!" and has gone on for years afterward. Lovingly. Mostly.
A television station, and it would be a mix of the Sci-Fi, Cartoon Network, Boomerang, Discovery, and History channels.
Why do we care about people that have a marketable skill like that? Really good engineers, teachers, and better mousetrap builders are a little famous, and then the people that are athletic and have a bit of coordination and blow their body out when they're young are swamped with fame?
The theme would be good food from across the world. Whole sides of ribs slow cooked for hours, the freshest ingredients, sushi prepared in front of you, culinary engineering, take the best from every food culture, every meal that the masses eat all the time, prepare it exactly, with the best ingredients, and serve it with a smile. I wouln't want it to be able to fit in a category, I want people to come in an eat tandoori with their sushi and their beef and broccoli, eating flash frozen whipped cream chips with their gelato, while sipping on mead.
No, strangers don't really go out of their way for me in that way. I'm far too intimidating.
Said as if science itself was a mystical force. Science isn't like the freaking Force, boy, it's like figuring out the menu in a computer program, it takes some time, and figuring out what does what where.
I'd tell myself that I'm walking towards a meat grinder, and that it's going to be hard to hold on sometimes, and sometimes I'll fall and come apart, and every inch of me will perish, melted into glass and ground down until only bedrock remains. And that is where is shall grind no farther. I shall not be strong by my feats of prowess, of strength or cunning, but because I cannot be ground down any further. Every inch of me shall perish, every inch, but one, and that inch cannot be taken by cunning or force, in that inch is me.
I'd tell myself this, and I know I won't listen, but it would make me the older me feel better.
All the friends I know that need a hand up right now.
Uncle Buck. When John Candy uses the chainsaw and the drill to get through a locked door, that was classic.
I'm a nice, sweet person.
People call me a bear.
I'm a little bit smarter than the average bear.
Imagine you manage a coven of baseball-playing vampires. The Cullen family is really strong this year and you want to bring in a ringer. Which currently active MLB baseball player do you sire? Submitted By |
1) Babe Ruth
2) Ted Williams
3) Ty Cobb
4) Willie Mays
5) Walter Johnson
6) Lou Gehrig
7) Lefty Grove
8) Stan Musial
9) Joe DiMaggio
10) Christy Mathewson
Run that undead line-up against those freakin' amateurs.
Assuming I live that long, probably something like a quartet of thumb drives filled with the same thing; a mass of text about myself to myself. And a copy of the lj to remind me where I've been.
The last one, there were scenes that still jump out at me.
Small amounts of something very good. I get to have that on occasion and as much as I do want more, we can only seem to manage (because of me) to get a little dollop of something very good here and there.
Definitively May's. Started with "You're an asshole!" long before I was born and hasn't ended yet.
EDIT:
What I meant to say was the Lyndsay Saunds Vampires; they're less the souless unthinking predators than the genre staple and more like "normal" humans with now even more problems to deal with.
So, the first day of school…
Again the college is filled to the brim with people, to the point that they opened up the soccer field for parking. I got caught in the scrum in the center of the commons in the middle of the school, and had to bully my way through, all the while reminiscing that most of these people will quit in the next month. By the end of the school year, the college looks like a ghost town, with the few students left rattling around the empty halls.
I passed financial aid, and advisement, both of which will be filled with nervous, beady-eyed people for the next month as classes and money furiously change hands.
Still, my classes are a bit of a pain, being on opposite sides of the campus from each other. My Pre-calc is in the library, on the fourth floor, and my Chem I is in the hard sciences wing of the main building. Pre-calc was pretty fun so far, what with the usual happy-fun-time introduction crap, but not a lot this year, thank god. The teacher is british, lives in norman, and was a high school teacher, so he’s hyper all the time.
The second class is Chem I, and he’s a phd, from China, with an accent, spent time as a research chemist before teaching, so I give him marks for actually making a living doing what he’s teaching. His teaching style is much more university level, no happy-fun-time crap, syllabus as thick as a brick, and repeated warnings that you have to invest time and energy into this endeavor. So I’m expecting people to drop the class like flies. However, I’ve been told that if I go into Chem II, the same heavy, yak-stunning book can still be used, so I’m tempted to go to Chem II, just to get it out of the way. I’m not entirely certain that I need Chem II, but well, I suppose it can’t hurt as just a throwaway class.
Still, I have to tromp down to someplace and get chemical spash-proof goggles for the chem lab. If I feel really in danger, I’ll spring for the full clear swing down face shield. But I think that I won’t need that.
When I got back into town, I ordered a huge side of food from the chinese place and snarfed most of it; I hadn’t eaten since 8pm the evening before, and it was 4pm the next day. I just opened my mouth and inhaled.
Still, I took more time from work, I have three days off in a row now, and I think I’ll need it to study my chem work.
Again the college is filled to the brim with people, to the point that they opened up the soccer field for parking. I got caught in the scrum in the center of the commons in the middle of the school, and had to bully my way through, all the while reminiscing that most of these people will quit in the next month. By the end of the school year, the college looks like a ghost town, with the few students left rattling around the empty halls.
I passed financial aid, and advisement, both of which will be filled with nervous, beady-eyed people for the next month as classes and money furiously change hands.
Still, my classes are a bit of a pain, being on opposite sides of the campus from each other. My Pre-calc is in the library, on the fourth floor, and my Chem I is in the hard sciences wing of the main building. Pre-calc was pretty fun so far, what with the usual happy-fun-time introduction crap, but not a lot this year, thank god. The teacher is british, lives in norman, and was a high school teacher, so he’s hyper all the time.
The second class is Chem I, and he’s a phd, from China, with an accent, spent time as a research chemist before teaching, so I give him marks for actually making a living doing what he’s teaching. His teaching style is much more university level, no happy-fun-time crap, syllabus as thick as a brick, and repeated warnings that you have to invest time and energy into this endeavor. So I’m expecting people to drop the class like flies. However, I’ve been told that if I go into Chem II, the same heavy, yak-stunning book can still be used, so I’m tempted to go to Chem II, just to get it out of the way. I’m not entirely certain that I need Chem II, but well, I suppose it can’t hurt as just a throwaway class.
Still, I have to tromp down to someplace and get chemical spash-proof goggles for the chem lab. If I feel really in danger, I’ll spring for the full clear swing down face shield. But I think that I won’t need that.
When I got back into town, I ordered a huge side of food from the chinese place and snarfed most of it; I hadn’t eaten since 8pm the evening before, and it was 4pm the next day. I just opened my mouth and inhaled.
Still, I took more time from work, I have three days off in a row now, and I think I’ll need it to study my chem work.
May had a point about me, in that I don’t post if everything is going well, because writing something up about how truly moronic people are is entertaining to write and read because I need to vent, and I assume you need to laugh at my occasional misfortune; which is entirely fine with me -- I’ll laugh too, afterwards.
So, the big thing at work is this new ‘scorecard’ system, wherein every drone will be told what to do and when to do it, when to take breaks, lunches, and when to clock out. Done early? Gotta stay until it’s time to clock out. Basically, it takes as much decision making as possible from as many people as possible. Got a problem? Refer to the score card. Question about time? Refer to the score card. To do this, all schedules are figured out by the poorly cooled atari 2600 in Bentonville, for all wal mart stores all over the world.
Yay!
In addition, there is no more full-time positions anymore. Period. And unless specifically stated in their employment contract that they are full time, they get dropped to part-time. Which means no more full time employee benefits! Yay! People are getting their hours cut back so that if they were full time, they’re only working part time now, yay! And more than a few old-timers are telling me that they’re getting above average negative managerial attention because they can’t work like the demons the scorecard say’s that everyone can work at. I’m sorry, I mean they either work at that level, or get written up and fired. And some of the guys have joint and muscle damage, and have been in the store for years, and there wasn’t a problem before, but now that there’s less people, they have to work harder to keep up.
Joy!
Another thing they’re doing is that there’s now a limited amount of total hours available per person per department, and it’s a number low enough that only a few full times would take the total number of hours up. So, when asked when they’re going to replace people the default answer is now, ‘there’s not enough hours’. This is given after we’ve been told that we’re having double digit increases in sales.
Because all the college kids are back, duh. A-duh, a-duha-duh, a-duhduhderderborkborkbork.
So, we’re supposed to feel all warm and fuzzy about the store getting a lot of money, and then blindly accept that they can’t hire someone to fill an empty slot left after they quit?
And to create middle management, (destroyed with the removal of the SM program a year ago), they have to encourage to quit or take a step down in pay some number of managers. The ones leaving are the good ones, the ones promoted are universally reviled. Tis the golden rule of the universe.
So, after all of that, they fired my girlfriend. To prove a point. And my morale, shaky at best, bottomed out.
And then I went on vacation.
It took me a week before I had the energy to do something other than just lay down everywhere I stopped.
I really had time to think. I had buried myself in work so I didn't have to think about my personal life, and I'd grown distant from all the friends that made life bareable most of the time. I constantly refer to Chris, Derek, Sam, Des, May, Apoc'bob, (especially the way Des talks, which I use because it's amusing to me to say) and because I sunk myself into work, I had been used most harshly at work, and I found I was, and am, sick and tired of it. I am tired of it all. I am tired of working like demons to make up for fewer people for a small wage, and then being told there isn't enough to get someone else, when sales are on the uptick.
It's back to school this week-ish here, and as a dress rehearsal for christmas, it really shows what a goddamn chinese fire drill the place is.
So, I’ve decided to focus more on school than work, and I’ll be drawing my hours down severely. The official reason is that I don’t want to be 35 and still trying to get my bachelors. The unofficial reason is that I’m just bloody tired of being yanked around, and I would like to have a job to keep my hands occupied while I work out a homework problem.
So this semester I have one more day off, and next semester, I might work only on the weekends, and fill the schedule up with classes I need and look interesting.
In a month or so, I’ll go to financial aid and see how many scholarships and grants I can get to defray the cost of education, in addition to adding more courses to the spring, summer, and fall semesters.
I’m tired of it, I really am. My first week back, I unloaded three trucks, and help wrestle a guy to the ground (and then right after went back to unloading a truck). I was sore as hell, I’m sure someone older would have been damaged.
In other news, I’m in countdown mode for school; it starts Monday bright and early. Blech. However, I’ve cracked the books open and I’m fairly confident that I’ll cruise right through them with enough elbow grease.
And I’ve been thinking about putting in a tv in my room, since after getting an executive chair, I’ve been spending more time in the chair than elsewhere, and the thought behind it is that I can right turn and face the tv, and play a quick video game on the ps3 or xbox 360 between bouts of studying. I’ve picked out a nice plasma tv, but I’m leery about it since I’m not certain I’ll have a lot of free time during school, now that I have a relationship.
I still am thinking seriously about getting a small black and white laser printer for papers and the like, since I like to shoot out a hard copy to fully edit and revise a couple of times before shooting out a final draft. I’ve been looking seriously at a solely networked printer, so the whole house can share, and I figure with the number of papers probably due in my school career, a small investment in a good black and white printer might be a good thing.
Additionally, I over did it today. I flipped over the couch thats been outside forever now, replaced the tire on my truck that was flat, and pushed the truck single handedly out of the bay, with mom in the truck holding the steering wheel. And I got it outside a few feet and hit uneven earth, and the truck stopped dead, and I felt like I was having a heart attack. Everything hurt, sweat was running down my nose in a stead dripdripdrip, and I kept my head down to keep the blood flowing to my brain, and stomped into the bathroom, sat down, and let the water flow over me.
It took a few minutes, but everything settled down and I felt immeasurably better. Took a bath and looked outside, and pronounced that I’ll just get a tow truck to park the damn thing away from the house outside, and let my honda use the bay. Because I’m tired of the broken truck protected from the elements, and the new car that does work baking in the sun every summer day.
Bah! Bah!!
So, the big thing at work is this new ‘scorecard’ system, wherein every drone will be told what to do and when to do it, when to take breaks, lunches, and when to clock out. Done early? Gotta stay until it’s time to clock out. Basically, it takes as much decision making as possible from as many people as possible. Got a problem? Refer to the score card. Question about time? Refer to the score card. To do this, all schedules are figured out by the poorly cooled atari 2600 in Bentonville, for all wal mart stores all over the world.
Yay!
In addition, there is no more full-time positions anymore. Period. And unless specifically stated in their employment contract that they are full time, they get dropped to part-time. Which means no more full time employee benefits! Yay! People are getting their hours cut back so that if they were full time, they’re only working part time now, yay! And more than a few old-timers are telling me that they’re getting above average negative managerial attention because they can’t work like the demons the scorecard say’s that everyone can work at. I’m sorry, I mean they either work at that level, or get written up and fired. And some of the guys have joint and muscle damage, and have been in the store for years, and there wasn’t a problem before, but now that there’s less people, they have to work harder to keep up.
Joy!
Another thing they’re doing is that there’s now a limited amount of total hours available per person per department, and it’s a number low enough that only a few full times would take the total number of hours up. So, when asked when they’re going to replace people the default answer is now, ‘there’s not enough hours’. This is given after we’ve been told that we’re having double digit increases in sales.
Because all the college kids are back, duh. A-duh, a-duha-duh, a-duhduhderderborkborkbork.
So, we’re supposed to feel all warm and fuzzy about the store getting a lot of money, and then blindly accept that they can’t hire someone to fill an empty slot left after they quit?
And to create middle management, (destroyed with the removal of the SM program a year ago), they have to encourage to quit or take a step down in pay some number of managers. The ones leaving are the good ones, the ones promoted are universally reviled. Tis the golden rule of the universe.
So, after all of that, they fired my girlfriend. To prove a point. And my morale, shaky at best, bottomed out.
And then I went on vacation.
It took me a week before I had the energy to do something other than just lay down everywhere I stopped.
I really had time to think. I had buried myself in work so I didn't have to think about my personal life, and I'd grown distant from all the friends that made life bareable most of the time. I constantly refer to Chris, Derek, Sam, Des, May, Apoc'bob, (especially the way Des talks, which I use because it's amusing to me to say) and because I sunk myself into work, I had been used most harshly at work, and I found I was, and am, sick and tired of it. I am tired of it all. I am tired of working like demons to make up for fewer people for a small wage, and then being told there isn't enough to get someone else, when sales are on the uptick.
It's back to school this week-ish here, and as a dress rehearsal for christmas, it really shows what a goddamn chinese fire drill the place is.
So, I’ve decided to focus more on school than work, and I’ll be drawing my hours down severely. The official reason is that I don’t want to be 35 and still trying to get my bachelors. The unofficial reason is that I’m just bloody tired of being yanked around, and I would like to have a job to keep my hands occupied while I work out a homework problem.
So this semester I have one more day off, and next semester, I might work only on the weekends, and fill the schedule up with classes I need and look interesting.
In a month or so, I’ll go to financial aid and see how many scholarships and grants I can get to defray the cost of education, in addition to adding more courses to the spring, summer, and fall semesters.
I’m tired of it, I really am. My first week back, I unloaded three trucks, and help wrestle a guy to the ground (and then right after went back to unloading a truck). I was sore as hell, I’m sure someone older would have been damaged.
In other news, I’m in countdown mode for school; it starts Monday bright and early. Blech. However, I’ve cracked the books open and I’m fairly confident that I’ll cruise right through them with enough elbow grease.
And I’ve been thinking about putting in a tv in my room, since after getting an executive chair, I’ve been spending more time in the chair than elsewhere, and the thought behind it is that I can right turn and face the tv, and play a quick video game on the ps3 or xbox 360 between bouts of studying. I’ve picked out a nice plasma tv, but I’m leery about it since I’m not certain I’ll have a lot of free time during school, now that I have a relationship.
I still am thinking seriously about getting a small black and white laser printer for papers and the like, since I like to shoot out a hard copy to fully edit and revise a couple of times before shooting out a final draft. I’ve been looking seriously at a solely networked printer, so the whole house can share, and I figure with the number of papers probably due in my school career, a small investment in a good black and white printer might be a good thing.
Additionally, I over did it today. I flipped over the couch thats been outside forever now, replaced the tire on my truck that was flat, and pushed the truck single handedly out of the bay, with mom in the truck holding the steering wheel. And I got it outside a few feet and hit uneven earth, and the truck stopped dead, and I felt like I was having a heart attack. Everything hurt, sweat was running down my nose in a stead dripdripdrip, and I kept my head down to keep the blood flowing to my brain, and stomped into the bathroom, sat down, and let the water flow over me.
It took a few minutes, but everything settled down and I felt immeasurably better. Took a bath and looked outside, and pronounced that I’ll just get a tow truck to park the damn thing away from the house outside, and let my honda use the bay. Because I’m tired of the broken truck protected from the elements, and the new car that does work baking in the sun every summer day.
Bah! Bah!!
I’ve read the two books of a comic series called “Mouseguard” and I really like it. Written from the point of view of guardmice, in a semi-feudal time, where everyone is a mouse. The writing’s rather good, and the subject matter is adult, it’s an adult story told from the perspective of handful of mice; there are deaths, and betrayal of trusts, and war in the first book which resonates into the second book, and shapes the lives of the young and the old. The only problem I have in reading it is that it ends and I have to wait for the next one to come out.
I’ve completed my build of the AR-15, so I’ve stopped looking around the internet for parts and the like, and it’s sometimes odd for me to see the links I have bookmarked because they don’t quite jibe with the rest of the assorted porn, news, and comic links I have.
Still though, Things are better now that I’ve gotten back. I’ve gotten a new office chair, and it really brings my bedroom together, and is far more comfortable than what I did have. I’ve had to throw a sheet over it so it won’t stick to my bare skin especially when I sweat a little, since it is summer after all, and I’m debating wether to take the shallow closet I do have and pull the junk out of it and instead put a flat screen tv in it and use it as an entertainment center, and plug all my game consoles into that.
I've even been looking into getting a second receiver and hooking the theoretical tv up with HD programming, and so far, other than buying a huge length of heavily shielded coaxial cable, tv, and hd reciever, it'll cost an additional $15 a month for HD programming ($10), and a second receiver ($5). And I'm so far undecided. There are plenty of times I want to watch something else than what mom's watching, but I dunno if I want to go through the expense or trouble to add all of that.
And I bought a thin rug to throw onto the floor to keep the chair (and the massive ass sitting in it) from scuffing the floor, and I like the feel of the rug on my feet, as apposed to the bare tile on the floor.
I’ve started drinking again. This time I put a little irish cream in my cocoa. Like maybe a shotglass at the most. And I like the taste of irish’d up cocoa. Which probably makes me a drunkard in anyone’s language.
Oh, and read ‘em and weep.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
I’ve completed my build of the AR-15, so I’ve stopped looking around the internet for parts and the like, and it’s sometimes odd for me to see the links I have bookmarked because they don’t quite jibe with the rest of the assorted porn, news, and comic links I have.
Still though, Things are better now that I’ve gotten back. I’ve gotten a new office chair, and it really brings my bedroom together, and is far more comfortable than what I did have. I’ve had to throw a sheet over it so it won’t stick to my bare skin especially when I sweat a little, since it is summer after all, and I’m debating wether to take the shallow closet I do have and pull the junk out of it and instead put a flat screen tv in it and use it as an entertainment center, and plug all my game consoles into that.
I've even been looking into getting a second receiver and hooking the theoretical tv up with HD programming, and so far, other than buying a huge length of heavily shielded coaxial cable, tv, and hd reciever, it'll cost an additional $15 a month for HD programming ($10), and a second receiver ($5). And I'm so far undecided. There are plenty of times I want to watch something else than what mom's watching, but I dunno if I want to go through the expense or trouble to add all of that.
And I bought a thin rug to throw onto the floor to keep the chair (and the massive ass sitting in it) from scuffing the floor, and I like the feel of the rug on my feet, as apposed to the bare tile on the floor.
I’ve started drinking again. This time I put a little irish cream in my cocoa. Like maybe a shotglass at the most. And I like the taste of irish’d up cocoa. Which probably makes me a drunkard in anyone’s language.
Oh, and read ‘em and weep.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
So, I hurt a lot right now.
Over the past three days at work, I’ve helped unload three trucks, cleaned a quarter of the store by myself, and, with the help of others, wrestled a thief to the floor, who we found out later was on oxycontin. My hands hurt. My arms hurt. My back hurts. My legs hurt. My knees hurt, both the good one and the bad one. My feet hurt. And I start to stiffen up if I’m not careful. All of this, for $9/hr.
The thief was a small white guy, and he was getting away from the security guy, after I snagged one of the two boxes of stuff in his pants. What he stole came to $107 dollars, so it wasn’t even grand theft, just theft. If he didn’t resist, he would have had to sign a ticket and be released. I grabbed his wrist with all the strength I could muster in my hands, and held him. Because I didn’t want to get in trouble for assault, I just wanted to ground him for the security guy to deal with, and he started yelling that his wrist hurt. I can crush big soup cans with my hands, and I was all on adrenaline and was squeezing as hard as I could.
When he took a swipe at one of the female csm's the salaried managers swooped in and helped frog-march him to the door. He put his feet on each side of the door, and I said fuck it, and by this time he had lost his shirt, and I grabbed the front of his pants, his underwear, and his belt and yanked, his belt came out a good foot from his body, and he started crying rape. All the while telling us to let him go, he’ll go quietly. So he sat down before I could pull his pants off, they got him flipped over and he kept squirming to the door, and I got tired of it, grabbed a leg, and dragged him, and the three or four guys on top of him a foot back from the door and then pinned his heels to the floor on either side on the outside of his thighs to keep his feet from flailing around and hurting someone.
He squirmed out of that, and I said fuck it again, pretzel’d his legs, and then rammed my knee where they crossed, and let all my weight rest on that. They got him cuffed, finally, and they got him up and into the security office.
I went back to work, and then unloaded a truck later that day.
Ow.
What was funny is people remarking on the number of people it took to sit on him, and I remarked that it was because we didn't want to hurt him. If we wanted to, me, and the security guy could have made so he had to go to the hospital and have his kidneys reattached, his arms fixed and set, his skull fractured, his nose set, his legs set. If not outright killed him, because I've got a box knife in my back pocket, and I could have cut him bad if I wanted to. But it was subdue, not turn to hamburger.
Still, ow.
Over the past three days at work, I’ve helped unload three trucks, cleaned a quarter of the store by myself, and, with the help of others, wrestled a thief to the floor, who we found out later was on oxycontin. My hands hurt. My arms hurt. My back hurts. My legs hurt. My knees hurt, both the good one and the bad one. My feet hurt. And I start to stiffen up if I’m not careful. All of this, for $9/hr.
The thief was a small white guy, and he was getting away from the security guy, after I snagged one of the two boxes of stuff in his pants. What he stole came to $107 dollars, so it wasn’t even grand theft, just theft. If he didn’t resist, he would have had to sign a ticket and be released. I grabbed his wrist with all the strength I could muster in my hands, and held him. Because I didn’t want to get in trouble for assault, I just wanted to ground him for the security guy to deal with, and he started yelling that his wrist hurt. I can crush big soup cans with my hands, and I was all on adrenaline and was squeezing as hard as I could.
When he took a swipe at one of the female csm's the salaried managers swooped in and helped frog-march him to the door. He put his feet on each side of the door, and I said fuck it, and by this time he had lost his shirt, and I grabbed the front of his pants, his underwear, and his belt and yanked, his belt came out a good foot from his body, and he started crying rape. All the while telling us to let him go, he’ll go quietly. So he sat down before I could pull his pants off, they got him flipped over and he kept squirming to the door, and I got tired of it, grabbed a leg, and dragged him, and the three or four guys on top of him a foot back from the door and then pinned his heels to the floor on either side on the outside of his thighs to keep his feet from flailing around and hurting someone.
He squirmed out of that, and I said fuck it again, pretzel’d his legs, and then rammed my knee where they crossed, and let all my weight rest on that. They got him cuffed, finally, and they got him up and into the security office.
I went back to work, and then unloaded a truck later that day.
Ow.
What was funny is people remarking on the number of people it took to sit on him, and I remarked that it was because we didn't want to hurt him. If we wanted to, me, and the security guy could have made so he had to go to the hospital and have his kidneys reattached, his arms fixed and set, his skull fractured, his nose set, his legs set. If not outright killed him, because I've got a box knife in my back pocket, and I could have cut him bad if I wanted to. But it was subdue, not turn to hamburger.
Still, ow.
The Met: Live in HD 2009-10 Series
Together with the Met’s plans for the 2009–10 season’s new productions and revivals, General Manager Peter Gelb and Music Director James Levine recently announced the lineup for next season’s Live in HD performances. The series, which just won a Peabody Award, will present nine live transmissions in its fourth season. Tickets for the 2009–10 series will go on sale in September, with priority access for Met members (before tickets are made available to the general public). The schedule is as follows:
Tosca – October 10, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours 30 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Karita Mattila, Marcelo Álvarez, Juha Uusitalo, Paul Plishka
Aida – October 24, 2009
Approximate running time 4 hours / 2 intermissions
Daniele Gatti; Violeta Urmana, Dolora Zajick, Johan Botha, Carlo Guelfi, Roberto Scandiuzzi, Stefan Kocán
Turandot – November 7, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours 30 minutes / 2 intermissions
Andris Nelsons; Maria Guleghina, Marina Poplavskaya, Marcello Giordani, Samuel Ramey
Les Contes d’Hoffmann – December 19, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Kathleen Kim, Anna Netrebko, Ekaterina Gubanova, Elina Garanča, Joseph Calleja, Alan Held
Der Rosenkavalier – January 9, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours 45 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Renée Fleming, Susan Graham, Christine Schäfer, Eric Cutler, Thomas Allen, Kristinn Sigmundsson
Carmen – January 16, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours / 2 intermissions
Yannick Nézet-Séguin; Barbara Frittoli, Angela Gheorghiu, Roberto Alagna, Mariusz Kwiecien
Simon Boccanegra – February 6, 2010|
Approximate running time 3 hours 40 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Adrianne Pieczonka, Marcello Giordani, Plácido Domingo, James Morris
Hamlet – March 27, 2010
Approximate running time 3 hours 45 minutes / 1 intermission
Louis Langrée; Natalie Dessay, Jennifer Larmore, Toby Spence, Simon Keenlyside, James Morris
Armida – May 1, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours 20 minutes / 2 intermissions
Riccardo Frizza; Renée Fleming, Lawrence Brownlee, Bruce Ford, José Manuel Zapata, Barry Banks, Kobie van Rensburg
Together with the Met’s plans for the 2009–10 season’s new productions and revivals, General Manager Peter Gelb and Music Director James Levine recently announced the lineup for next season’s Live in HD performances. The series, which just won a Peabody Award, will present nine live transmissions in its fourth season. Tickets for the 2009–10 series will go on sale in September, with priority access for Met members (before tickets are made available to the general public). The schedule is as follows:
Tosca – October 10, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours 30 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Karita Mattila, Marcelo Álvarez, Juha Uusitalo, Paul Plishka
Aida – October 24, 2009
Approximate running time 4 hours / 2 intermissions
Daniele Gatti; Violeta Urmana, Dolora Zajick, Johan Botha, Carlo Guelfi, Roberto Scandiuzzi, Stefan Kocán
Turandot – November 7, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours 30 minutes / 2 intermissions
Andris Nelsons; Maria Guleghina, Marina Poplavskaya, Marcello Giordani, Samuel Ramey
Les Contes d’Hoffmann – December 19, 2009
Approximate running time 3 hours / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Kathleen Kim, Anna Netrebko, Ekaterina Gubanova, Elina Garanča, Joseph Calleja, Alan Held
Der Rosenkavalier – January 9, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours 45 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Renée Fleming, Susan Graham, Christine Schäfer, Eric Cutler, Thomas Allen, Kristinn Sigmundsson
Carmen – January 16, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours / 2 intermissions
Yannick Nézet-Séguin; Barbara Frittoli, Angela Gheorghiu, Roberto Alagna, Mariusz Kwiecien
Simon Boccanegra – February 6, 2010|
Approximate running time 3 hours 40 minutes / 2 intermissions
James Levine; Adrianne Pieczonka, Marcello Giordani, Plácido Domingo, James Morris
Hamlet – March 27, 2010
Approximate running time 3 hours 45 minutes / 1 intermission
Louis Langrée; Natalie Dessay, Jennifer Larmore, Toby Spence, Simon Keenlyside, James Morris
Armida – May 1, 2010
Approximate running time 4 hours 20 minutes / 2 intermissions
Riccardo Frizza; Renée Fleming, Lawrence Brownlee, Bruce Ford, José Manuel Zapata, Barry Banks, Kobie van Rensburg
I updated my flickr with pictures from a house, when the owner had died, leaving books, and stuff behind for others to sort, eerily reminding me that it's how it's going to be with me, when I die.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
http://www.flickr.com/photos/42075805@N
Today we finally buried my grandmother. She died years ago, but she was cremated and wanted to be dumped in the Chesapeake Bay, which is a bit of a boat ride out to the bay. Today we made that boat ride.
I didn’t take pictures because, well, it was a private thing. I loved my Grandmother Mac dearly, she was my first editor, she was the best grandmother I had, certainly.
We puttered out to the bay, I didn’t like the side to side rocking motion when waves broadsided us. I didn’t get sick, I just really didn’t like the motion, nor the force vectors I could see applied to the boat (while I knew it wasn’t going to shatter the hull, it did make me want to sink into the floor to send all 330 lbs of me towards the keel to further dampen the oscillations, and not clinging desperately to the top of it, like a frightened cat... God, I’m such an engineer).
So, Father lied to everyone to get us out there and do some illegal dumping (the ceramic urn and post-organic ashes), which made me uncomfortable, because I was not informed there was going to be lying, so I acted dumb in any case, which I do so easily, we got out there, dumped, turned around and came back, Father told the rentor of the boat that I’d gotten uncomfortable and we had headed back spending only an hour out of the expected two out there. And I rankled a bit at the lie, honestly. But for the sake of the moment, I played it up.
So, Grandmother Mac is put to sea, as was her husband years and years before I was born, and I hope she has a bit of peace and quiet now.
I didn’t take pictures because, well, it was a private thing. I loved my Grandmother Mac dearly, she was my first editor, she was the best grandmother I had, certainly.
We puttered out to the bay, I didn’t like the side to side rocking motion when waves broadsided us. I didn’t get sick, I just really didn’t like the motion, nor the force vectors I could see applied to the boat (while I knew it wasn’t going to shatter the hull, it did make me want to sink into the floor to send all 330 lbs of me towards the keel to further dampen the oscillations, and not clinging desperately to the top of it, like a frightened cat... God, I’m such an engineer).
So, Father lied to everyone to get us out there and do some illegal dumping (the ceramic urn and post-organic ashes), which made me uncomfortable, because I was not informed there was going to be lying, so I acted dumb in any case, which I do so easily, we got out there, dumped, turned around and came back, Father told the rentor of the boat that I’d gotten uncomfortable and we had headed back spending only an hour out of the expected two out there. And I rankled a bit at the lie, honestly. But for the sake of the moment, I played it up.
So, Grandmother Mac is put to sea, as was her husband years and years before I was born, and I hope she has a bit of peace and quiet now.
Dear Reader,
I am now in Maryland, with my father and Fran. My father in his advanced years has bought a motorcycle, a Ural Patrol. Otherwise, everything's good. My flight here was a pain in the ass, since I stayed in the same plane and it wen to San Antonio, then Tampa, and then stayed there for 45 minutes because of storms in the northeast and keeping the planes separated in bad weather. Otherwise it's good, and I'm good. I'm about to kick off and go wandering with Fran in a bit, so wish me luck, and I'll be back in Oklahoma in a little less than a week.
I am now in Maryland, with my father and Fran. My father in his advanced years has bought a motorcycle, a Ural Patrol. Otherwise, everything's good. My flight here was a pain in the ass, since I stayed in the same plane and it wen to San Antonio, then Tampa, and then stayed there for 45 minutes because of storms in the northeast and keeping the planes separated in bad weather. Otherwise it's good, and I'm good. I'm about to kick off and go wandering with Fran in a bit, so wish me luck, and I'll be back in Oklahoma in a little less than a week.
I started to read the Laurel K. Hamilton series, specifically the comic book series, “Guilty Pleasures”, and the writing is crap, and the art is horrible. I had such a problem with it, that to watch it, I had to make a list of everything that was wrong with it. I didn’t get on the art, because I’d be there all day. So I just listed the technical problems. I mean it bugged me that one cover had the female character bending her finger impossibly around the trigger guard, and the ejection port of the pistol was the size of a pellet gun… but that was art problems.
Like when they went walking through a heavy rain storm, heavy enough to halo the rain on things, including the people walking through it, but their hair and clothes remained untouched. So, the rain makes people glow?
So, starting from the beginning, good choice on the pistol, a Browning Hi-Power, but in 9mm? I’d have gotten it in crater inducing .40 or even better, .45, or even .50 but that’s okay.
But she doesn’t have a concealed carry permit, so she can’t carry it with her… even though she leads the reader to believe that she might be in danger. And then goes to a vampire strip club accidentally as part of a small group.
Then, later, she’s in a crime scene as a favor to the police, and her loose long long hair blowing in the breeze, possibly contaminating the scene.
Then, there’s a superfluously dramatic scene of running from the person that hired her to do a job. Or something. It didn’t make any sense.
Then, she handles her gun unsafely and poorly, and then clears the rooms of her apartment by jumping in front of the hallway silhouetting herself totally. If she got shot, she earned it. But she didn’t… yet. Also, there were simple locks on the door, no triple locking or ability to put in a door spike. Also, the windows weren’t reinforced, neither the interior doors.
Then she hides behind the couch in front of and facing the door when someone knocks. Seriously? If I was a bad guy, I’d have an ar-15 with a 150 round magazine, so I could spray the furniture instead of having to expose myself looking behind it. This is after I’d thrown a grenade and a flash bang into the room to stun/kill everyone in the first room.
Again, simple gun safety. Keep the finger off the trigger until you mean to fire.
Her concealed carry is a 9mm. Oi.
Then to demonstrate that vampires are people too, they illustrate a running gunfight in the middle of what looks like a semi-crowded square one chasing the other, the chaser firing handgun at running vampire, and then the cops just shake his hand. …what?! And then once vampires became legally people, the same guy is arrested for… manslaughter, when it’s attempted murder… and nothing about public endangerment, and the like. WTF.
Then, again, people display an amazing amount of poor forensic procedure on still another crime scene. Oi.
And then the woman is given a pistol grip, magazine fed, pump action, sawed off shotgun. WHAT.
Then, later, when retreating from three vampires, shoots the ground with her concealed carry. This means that there’s like three rounds left in a pistol that small. And she’s shooting at vampires that can bench-press a car. I say the best warning shot is the one that blows the back of the head off of one of them. Then, while they’re dealing with that, you grab hold of the situation long enough to escape.
So. Yeah. WHAAAAT TTTTTHHHHHEEEEE FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK…..
Like when they went walking through a heavy rain storm, heavy enough to halo the rain on things, including the people walking through it, but their hair and clothes remained untouched. So, the rain makes people glow?
So, starting from the beginning, good choice on the pistol, a Browning Hi-Power, but in 9mm? I’d have gotten it in crater inducing .40 or even better, .45, or even .50 but that’s okay.
But she doesn’t have a concealed carry permit, so she can’t carry it with her… even though she leads the reader to believe that she might be in danger. And then goes to a vampire strip club accidentally as part of a small group.
Then, later, she’s in a crime scene as a favor to the police, and her loose long long hair blowing in the breeze, possibly contaminating the scene.
Then, there’s a superfluously dramatic scene of running from the person that hired her to do a job. Or something. It didn’t make any sense.
Then, she handles her gun unsafely and poorly, and then clears the rooms of her apartment by jumping in front of the hallway silhouetting herself totally. If she got shot, she earned it. But she didn’t… yet. Also, there were simple locks on the door, no triple locking or ability to put in a door spike. Also, the windows weren’t reinforced, neither the interior doors.
Then she hides behind the couch in front of and facing the door when someone knocks. Seriously? If I was a bad guy, I’d have an ar-15 with a 150 round magazine, so I could spray the furniture instead of having to expose myself looking behind it. This is after I’d thrown a grenade and a flash bang into the room to stun/kill everyone in the first room.
Again, simple gun safety. Keep the finger off the trigger until you mean to fire.
Her concealed carry is a 9mm. Oi.
Then to demonstrate that vampires are people too, they illustrate a running gunfight in the middle of what looks like a semi-crowded square one chasing the other, the chaser firing handgun at running vampire, and then the cops just shake his hand. …what?! And then once vampires became legally people, the same guy is arrested for… manslaughter, when it’s attempted murder… and nothing about public endangerment, and the like. WTF.
Then, again, people display an amazing amount of poor forensic procedure on still another crime scene. Oi.
And then the woman is given a pistol grip, magazine fed, pump action, sawed off shotgun. WHAT.
Then, later, when retreating from three vampires, shoots the ground with her concealed carry. This means that there’s like three rounds left in a pistol that small. And she’s shooting at vampires that can bench-press a car. I say the best warning shot is the one that blows the back of the head off of one of them. Then, while they’re dealing with that, you grab hold of the situation long enough to escape.
So. Yeah. WHAAAAT TTTTTHHHHHEEEEE FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK…..
So, I went to a gun show here in El Paso, to look for certain parts for my Remington rifle, and look at the general prices on ar-15 parts and the general availability and prices on ammo.
It was a bust. It was too small of a gun show to have dealers that were dealing in spare parts and instead were mostly selling guns and the like. I couldn’t find any Remington 700 parts, and precious little for ar-15. I did find my handgun, the Springfield Armory’s XD(M), but I picked up a Springfield Armory “wwII issue” 1911, and it fit my hand really well, and had a good heft to it. I think I fell in love with the ‘old school’ .45 model 1911. Since I’m such a geezer at work, it makes sense.
Yet, hours afterwards, I am having a little remorse I didn’t get the two pistols. I still have grave questions about he legality of me, an Oklahoma native buying firearms in Texas, and having them shipped back to Oklahoma. And the lack of large amounts of obvious paperwork makes me nervous too. But I really did want the 1911, and the .40 XD(M). *sigh*. Oh well, there are gun shows in Oklahoma all the time, I just gotta get up early and wander down.
But otherwise, it was nice. I wandered and looked, and giggled at some things, like the cheesecake ‘tactical women calendar’ which was a bevy of fragile looking women who’s twiggy wrists would shatter under the recoil of the pistol-gripped shotgun she was holding. But that’s just me.
Otherwise this not doing anything has been tremendously good for me! I’m more relaxed and laid back than before. And I have far more energy than when I left Oklahoma . A relaxing vacation is relaxing, go fig!
It was a bust. It was too small of a gun show to have dealers that were dealing in spare parts and instead were mostly selling guns and the like. I couldn’t find any Remington 700 parts, and precious little for ar-15. I did find my handgun, the Springfield Armory’s XD(M), but I picked up a Springfield Armory “wwII issue” 1911, and it fit my hand really well, and had a good heft to it. I think I fell in love with the ‘old school’ .45 model 1911. Since I’m such a geezer at work, it makes sense.
Yet, hours afterwards, I am having a little remorse I didn’t get the two pistols. I still have grave questions about he legality of me, an Oklahoma native buying firearms in Texas, and having them shipped back to Oklahoma. And the lack of large amounts of obvious paperwork makes me nervous too. But I really did want the 1911, and the .40 XD(M). *sigh*. Oh well, there are gun shows in Oklahoma all the time, I just gotta get up early and wander down.
But otherwise, it was nice. I wandered and looked, and giggled at some things, like the cheesecake ‘tactical women calendar’ which was a bevy of fragile looking women who’s twiggy wrists would shatter under the recoil of the pistol-gripped shotgun she was holding. But that’s just me.
Otherwise this not doing anything has been tremendously good for me! I’m more relaxed and laid back than before. And I have far more energy than when I left Oklahoma . A relaxing vacation is relaxing, go fig!
Day two.
Nothing happened.
Really. I woke up, I played Brain Age (specifically sudoku) on my DS, I ginned up a character for the monthly D&D game, which was a simple fifth level paladin, because I wanted something simple.
Unfortunately I had no idea what was going on, even if he tried to explain it to me. It was like getting a precis of a book just before reading the last chapter, it just didn’t have the same emotional impact. But I did get to roll some to hit and damage rolls. So that was nice.
And then I talked to May, did the dishes, took a bath, scratched the cat, and I’m good.
Nothing happened.
Really. I woke up, I played Brain Age (specifically sudoku) on my DS, I ginned up a character for the monthly D&D game, which was a simple fifth level paladin, because I wanted something simple.
Unfortunately I had no idea what was going on, even if he tried to explain it to me. It was like getting a precis of a book just before reading the last chapter, it just didn’t have the same emotional impact. But I did get to roll some to hit and damage rolls. So that was nice.
And then I talked to May, did the dishes, took a bath, scratched the cat, and I’m good.
I’m in El Paso, and I’m safe.
I think the hardest part about leaving was saying goodbye to the girlfriend. I stood there and I wanted to stay, I wanted to be with her, and I worry about her, but she was prodding me to leave, and I had a promise to appear to fulfill, and I did get in line, but it was hard.
The first flight was simply dull, but the second one, but the air conditioning in the second one was faulty, so while we waited, the temperature went up and up, we fanned ourselves and they had to push an air conditioner on wheels over to the plane to supplement the plane’s own air conditioning.
Then after a while, we got up to 30,000 feet and the temp dropped finally. And then, I kept getting tagged as people walked past because the isle seat was the only seat open with room for my big tubby ass was the isle seat. So I kept getting nudged for the entire hour and a half of the flight. So that was fun.
I got on the ground, and I was golden. Food, shower, and some clean clothes and I’m feeling good.
Tomorrow, I plan on doing nothing. And the same the next day and the day after that. My vacation has begun, and I am well on my way to being totally lazy.
I think the hardest part about leaving was saying goodbye to the girlfriend. I stood there and I wanted to stay, I wanted to be with her, and I worry about her, but she was prodding me to leave, and I had a promise to appear to fulfill, and I did get in line, but it was hard.
The first flight was simply dull, but the second one, but the air conditioning in the second one was faulty, so while we waited, the temperature went up and up, we fanned ourselves and they had to push an air conditioner on wheels over to the plane to supplement the plane’s own air conditioning.
Then after a while, we got up to 30,000 feet and the temp dropped finally. And then, I kept getting tagged as people walked past because the isle seat was the only seat open with room for my big tubby ass was the isle seat. So I kept getting nudged for the entire hour and a half of the flight. So that was fun.
I got on the ground, and I was golden. Food, shower, and some clean clothes and I’m feeling good.
Tomorrow, I plan on doing nothing. And the same the next day and the day after that. My vacation has begun, and I am well on my way to being totally lazy.
Dresden Codak's 3rd act twists
I’ve successfully gotten time off at work. There is much hemming and hawing about my upcoming absence, because without me, apparently the store will fall apart. Milk will not be sold, employees will suddenly be unable to work, and will sit and drool on themselves until time to clock out, customers will suddenly rage, like godzilla in the isles, destroying at will, unchecked by the drooling giggling employees.
Or something.
However, one of the best play on words I’ve ever seen. In Pratchett’s world, there are The Wee Free Men, small, irritable, blue tattooed, red haired, scottish brogue speaking people. Their name in the book? pictsie.
Worse of all? I knew, once I read it, I don’t think very many at all in the store would understand it, or ever get it.
Sigh.
Oh, and my mother, who has slept on the couch since we got it, has finally said that it’s not good for her back. So now we’re on the quest for her to find a bed. Oh so slowly.
Or something.
However, one of the best play on words I’ve ever seen. In Pratchett’s world, there are The Wee Free Men, small, irritable, blue tattooed, red haired, scottish brogue speaking people. Their name in the book? pictsie.
Worse of all? I knew, once I read it, I don’t think very many at all in the store would understand it, or ever get it.
Sigh.
Oh, and my mother, who has slept on the couch since we got it, has finally said that it’s not good for her back. So now we’re on the quest for her to find a bed. Oh so slowly.
I've gotten sick again, with an entirely new strain of strep throat.
I've won the disease lottery twice in a row in the same year.
I'm sorely tempted to start coming to work in MOPP gear. Gas mask, rubber booties, the whole nine yards.
I was talking to April that since everyone's bringing their snot machine into the store, I'm probably getting it from them. And I don't voluntarily expose myself to children. For one thing, it's illegal.
I've won the disease lottery twice in a row in the same year.
I'm sorely tempted to start coming to work in MOPP gear. Gas mask, rubber booties, the whole nine yards.
I was talking to April that since everyone's bringing their snot machine into the store, I'm probably getting it from them. And I don't voluntarily expose myself to children. For one thing, it's illegal.
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