2005-05-31
2005-05-29
The Packing Game
I win the coursepack and books round! Wee! I fit all of my coursepacks into one box! Bonus points! Though, I probably lose some points because it's kind of heavy.
Morning song
I woke up with Ça fait rire les oiseaux stuck in my head. I'm not sure what that means, if anything, but just thought I'd share.
2005-05-28
To boldly go where no Dentyne packet has gone before
Well, probably not. But, I did just accidentally wash a packet of Dentyne with my laundry this morning. Luckily, the foil remained intact and I discovered it before transfering the clothes to the dryer. Crisis averted!
(Does the split infinitive in the title of this post--and in the Star Trek mantra--bother anyone else? I never noticed it before....)
(Does the split infinitive in the title of this post--and in the Star Trek mantra--bother anyone else? I never noticed it before....)
2005-05-26
BBC on Will Wright's new game, 'Spore'
The newest from the creator of SimCity and The Sims is a life-simulation, where you start our with an amoeba and evolve it into an inter-stellar travelling group of creatures. Sounds fun.
But, what if boys want to make something cute? Is that allowed? Why do we have to assume that boys are only going to want to make scary things. And why can't boys be casual gamers? Or why can't girls make scary things? Does this mean that girls can't be hard-core gamers?
'You get to play every generation of the creature,' said Mr Wright. 'I want something boys can make scary things or casual gamers can make cute things.'
But, what if boys want to make something cute? Is that allowed? Why do we have to assume that boys are only going to want to make scary things. And why can't boys be casual gamers? Or why can't girls make scary things? Does this mean that girls can't be hard-core gamers?
2005-05-25
Observations on Mado
So I FINALLY got to go to Mado. Finally. And it was a blast. I think my dance itch has finally been itched.
They played Cotton Eyed Joe--how could I not get my dance itch itched with that. Oh, and there was the 10+ minute Madonna set. That helped, too.
For a last night at Mado for quite a while, I really have no complaints...except one. (You knew there had to be one, right?)
It is this:
Now, it's one thing when you see one rather attractive young gentleman out of a crowd of generally lacklustre candidates. It's another when you see two rather attractive young gentlemen out of a crowd of rather lacklustre candidates. The unfairness begins when they see each other and proceed to go at it. On the one hand, it's like having your own personal soft-core porn performance. On the other hand, it just seems oh-so-cruel.
I have to be to work in six hours, which means I have to be up in four and a half, which means I should go to bed.
Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.
They played Cotton Eyed Joe--how could I not get my dance itch itched with that. Oh, and there was the 10+ minute Madonna set. That helped, too.
For a last night at Mado for quite a while, I really have no complaints...except one. (You knew there had to be one, right?)
It is this:
Now, it's one thing when you see one rather attractive young gentleman out of a crowd of generally lacklustre candidates. It's another when you see two rather attractive young gentlemen out of a crowd of rather lacklustre candidates. The unfairness begins when they see each other and proceed to go at it. On the one hand, it's like having your own personal soft-core porn performance. On the other hand, it just seems oh-so-cruel.
I have to be to work in six hours, which means I have to be up in four and a half, which means I should go to bed.
Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.
2005-05-23
Bollocks
That's all. Oh, and perhaps balls. And a good ol' Charlie Brown arrrggghhh thrown in for good measure.
Everything is fine, don't worry your little heads. It was proven to me today that some people just do not and cannot change, that's all.
Everything is fine, don't worry your little heads. It was proven to me today that some people just do not and cannot change, that's all.
2005-05-22
Awww
I spent the afternoon at Toi, Moi et Café with my roommate. At one point, these two guys who were obviously on a first date came in and sat down not too far away from us.
And they were just adorable. Gazing into each other's eyes and talking and talking and talking. Making tentative and quick hand contact on the table and bumping knees and feet under the table.
My roommate and I couldn't help but giggling like little schoolgirls. It really brightened the otherwise dreary and grey day.
And they were just adorable. Gazing into each other's eyes and talking and talking and talking. Making tentative and quick hand contact on the table and bumping knees and feet under the table.
My roommate and I couldn't help but giggling like little schoolgirls. It really brightened the otherwise dreary and grey day.
'Houdini babe takes toy initative'
I can't decide if what disturbs me the most about this story is that the Wal-mart was open at three in the morning or if the mother actually went to buy a disposable camera to take a picture of her son trapped in a toy machine.
2005-05-21
Chelovek s kinoapparatom (1929)
Man With A Movie Camera is playing for free on Wednesday night at Concordia! Anyone? Anyone?
(I'll listen for the crickets, because I'm sure no one else is interested.... infidels.)
(I'll listen for the crickets, because I'm sure no one else is interested.... infidels.)
Name that movie!
'Bob Dole is gorgeous!'
Very obscure line reference, unless you've paid close attention.
And, anyway, it seemed good to watch something entirely different from what I watched yesterday.
Oh, and I made empanadas for the first time last night. And only two of them leaked when I baked them. They were yummy! Leeks, ginger, thyme, pear, a bit of sugar, chives and swiss cheese. I didn't use nearly enough ginger or thyme or cheese, but I'll know for next time.
Very obscure line reference, unless you've paid close attention.
And, anyway, it seemed good to watch something entirely different from what I watched yesterday.
Oh, and I made empanadas for the first time last night. And only two of them leaked when I baked them. They were yummy! Leeks, ginger, thyme, pear, a bit of sugar, chives and swiss cheese. I didn't use nearly enough ginger or thyme or cheese, but I'll know for next time.
Phil Ochs
I was just listening to the Phil Ochs song 'Here's to the State of Mississippi' which has a line 'Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay / While the constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay', which made me think of Tom DeLay's own circus and the circus which is Congress right now between ethics scandals and the Senate filibuster.
Where is Phil Ochs now that we need him again?
Where is Phil Ochs now that we need him again?
2005-05-20
WEE!
The two guys who just saw our apartment want to take it! Which means I don't have to pay for it in June!
Of course, this also means that I'll have to move out of here 1st of June before moving to Maine on the 5th.
Of course, this also means that I'll have to move out of here 1st of June before moving to Maine on the 5th.
Just in case you forgot
1625 Americans have been killed in Iraq to date.
And at least 21,705 Iraqis have been killed.
I'm home sick and since I wanted something uplifting to do, I'm rewatching Fahrenheit 9/11. There's nothing like starting the day with a good, frustrated cry. It's very easy to avoid hearing about the deaths when I'm not in the States and when I don't watch the news.
But every time I go home, and the news happens to be on and they talk about yet another young American killed halfway around the world, I get chocked up. I realise that the whole point of this film is to anger the audience into action. But when I almost cry watching the news it's because I realise the ultimate futility of what is going on and the deception that takes place in the States on a daily basis.
We're bringing democracy and freedom to the Iraqi people. Those permanent bases that we're building, oh, those are nothing. Ignore those. And the oil? Well....
15 days and counting until I return.
And at least 21,705 Iraqis have been killed.
I'm home sick and since I wanted something uplifting to do, I'm rewatching Fahrenheit 9/11. There's nothing like starting the day with a good, frustrated cry. It's very easy to avoid hearing about the deaths when I'm not in the States and when I don't watch the news.
But every time I go home, and the news happens to be on and they talk about yet another young American killed halfway around the world, I get chocked up. I realise that the whole point of this film is to anger the audience into action. But when I almost cry watching the news it's because I realise the ultimate futility of what is going on and the deception that takes place in the States on a daily basis.
We're bringing democracy and freedom to the Iraqi people. Those permanent bases that we're building, oh, those are nothing. Ignore those. And the oil? Well....
15 days and counting until I return.
'Only you can prevent forest fires.'
Has it ever bothered anyone else that Smokey the Bear never seems to have a shirt on?
2005-05-19
Free Will Astrology
I suppose this is the follow-up horoscope from that one I posted a while back.
CANCER (June 21 - July 22): It's graduation time for you, Cancerian. Maybe you're finishing up work at an actual school, or maybe your classroom has been in the streets, but in any case you're completing lessons you've been studying for many moons. Personally, I've enjoyed watching you work. It has been a pleasure seeing you evolve from an innocent amateur into a proficient veteran without losing your purity. As you journey on to your next challenge, I hope you'll find a way to use the expertise you've developed even as you cultivate maximum curiosity about the next frontier.
Turn around bright eyes
The video for Bonnie Tyler's 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' is completely fucked up. Seriously. Completely, totally, utterly fucked up. You have to see it to believe it. And even then, you won't understand what you just saw.
The Party
So, we had a party at my apartment on Saturday night to celebrate the fact that I'm done with university as well as the fact that one of my roommates and I both came out ten years ago. She was 19. I was 12. Go figure. The theme--because there should always be a theme--was to dress as your favourite stereotype. I dressed as an Italian guy from the 70's. Polyester, gold chains and chest hair. The only thing I had to borrow was the gold. Hehe.
I haven't seen the pictures from the party yet, but from what I remember, it was quite a good time.
From what I don't remember, well.... it's probably better to assume that it was an all around good time.
We cut the coming out cake (a Devil's food cake with vanilla frosting and rainbow sprinkles) at around half past midnight, I think. I wasn't paying too close attention to the time. There were a lot of vodka shots after the cake cutting and that's when things get a bit fuzzy.
What I do remember after the cake:
Talking to various people coming and going.
Lots of dancing. Apparently, there was a lot of singing on my part, too, though I don't remember that per se. My roommate commented on Sunday that she was amazed at all the songs that I knew ALL the words to.
Trying to get a friend of mine to dance, despite his insistence that he does not dance.
Making plans to go to Mado on Tuesday (yesterday), to which I did NOT go because I thought I was getting sick--seems more likely now to be allergies, but I didn't want to chance it last night.
One of my friends passing out cold on the couch, where he slept until 3 the next afternoon.
Getting pantsed by my roommates.
Pantsing one of my roommates.
Realising that it was getting light out and discussing the idea of walking up the Mountain to see the sunrise.
Singing along to 'Fernando' by Abba while holding birthday candles.
Singing along to lots of other Abba and Village People songs.
After everyone else had left, singing along to 'American Pie' with my roommate, he holding a bottle of rum and me holding the last of the vodka, taking swigs at each chorus. This was at about quarter past seven in the morning.
I then stumbled to bed. (This is one of the nice things about having a party at home, you can pretty much collapse into your own bed at any point.)
I live just up the street from a Portuguese Church that hold processions at various points during the year. The first big one for Pentecost was this past Sunday. So a marching band right outside my window woke me up at about one, when I was still drunk.
I went back to sleep until about three. Then, I phoned up one of my friends for some breakfast and stumbled out into the oh-too-bright sunlight and we headed up to Dusty's. One Big D breakfast later (four eggs, potatoes, sausage, bacon, ham, toast and beans) we stumbled back home and I went back to sleep.
I was still hurting on Monday.
But it was worth it.
Except that I still haven't gotten rid of the dance itch. This coming Tuesday is my last chance ever to go to Mado. By hook or by crook, I will go.
PS For those of you not in Montreal: Le Monde de Mado. I always go on Tuesdays, not so much for the show--because I only ever understand about half of what they say--but for the music after the show, which is always a good mix of 80s/90s/Today pop. Stupid fun stuff to dance to.
I haven't seen the pictures from the party yet, but from what I remember, it was quite a good time.
From what I don't remember, well.... it's probably better to assume that it was an all around good time.
We cut the coming out cake (a Devil's food cake with vanilla frosting and rainbow sprinkles) at around half past midnight, I think. I wasn't paying too close attention to the time. There were a lot of vodka shots after the cake cutting and that's when things get a bit fuzzy.
What I do remember after the cake:
Talking to various people coming and going.
Lots of dancing. Apparently, there was a lot of singing on my part, too, though I don't remember that per se. My roommate commented on Sunday that she was amazed at all the songs that I knew ALL the words to.
Trying to get a friend of mine to dance, despite his insistence that he does not dance.
Making plans to go to Mado on Tuesday (yesterday), to which I did NOT go because I thought I was getting sick--seems more likely now to be allergies, but I didn't want to chance it last night.
One of my friends passing out cold on the couch, where he slept until 3 the next afternoon.
Getting pantsed by my roommates.
Pantsing one of my roommates.
Realising that it was getting light out and discussing the idea of walking up the Mountain to see the sunrise.
Singing along to 'Fernando' by Abba while holding birthday candles.
Singing along to lots of other Abba and Village People songs.
After everyone else had left, singing along to 'American Pie' with my roommate, he holding a bottle of rum and me holding the last of the vodka, taking swigs at each chorus. This was at about quarter past seven in the morning.
I then stumbled to bed. (This is one of the nice things about having a party at home, you can pretty much collapse into your own bed at any point.)
I live just up the street from a Portuguese Church that hold processions at various points during the year. The first big one for Pentecost was this past Sunday. So a marching band right outside my window woke me up at about one, when I was still drunk.
I went back to sleep until about three. Then, I phoned up one of my friends for some breakfast and stumbled out into the oh-too-bright sunlight and we headed up to Dusty's. One Big D breakfast later (four eggs, potatoes, sausage, bacon, ham, toast and beans) we stumbled back home and I went back to sleep.
I was still hurting on Monday.
But it was worth it.
Except that I still haven't gotten rid of the dance itch. This coming Tuesday is my last chance ever to go to Mado. By hook or by crook, I will go.
PS For those of you not in Montreal: Le Monde de Mado. I always go on Tuesdays, not so much for the show--because I only ever understand about half of what they say--but for the music after the show, which is always a good mix of 80s/90s/Today pop. Stupid fun stuff to dance to.
2005-05-16
2005-05-15
Not that this is a surprise, but I think the picture is cute. Party post will come later. Once my head stops hurting.
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Am going to sleep now
Am very drunk and have the hiccoughs. This is funny...to my roommates. And probably to you.
2005-05-14
Redecorating
I'm thinking that I need to do some blog redecoration. Ideas for good template sites? I figure I'll unveil the new design to correspond with my move next month. So it'll probably have a sort of summery oceany feel to it. Or something.
2005-05-12
I want
Both of these images can be found on t-shirts. I want them both, but I want the first one more than I want the second one. I want, I want, I want! (Wow, how's that for whiney three-year-old consumerism?)
The t-shirts are here: http://www.hingos.com/patches/index.php?pt=050511&inc=stuff#stuff and I was directed thence from one of my new favourite blogs, Preshrunk.
The t-shirts are here: http://www.hingos.com/patches/index.php?pt=050511&inc=stuff#stuff and I was directed thence from one of my new favourite blogs, Preshrunk.
The Dance Itch
Poplife at Unity tonight did not cure my dance itch. I should have known better. I still haven't made it to Mado since I finished school. I will go on Tuesday...or people will die. Or something. I'm determined. I have a promise from at least one person. I'll hold her to it. Hopefully, it will scratch the itch in the right way. Finally. Not that I'm complaining. I actually can go dancing now and now worry about the fact that I should be doing work.
2005-05-11
Final marks
I just checked and I have all of my marks now. I'll be graduating next month with a Bachelor of Arts in History (First Class Honours) with a minor in Italian Literature and Language.
It'll be the most expensive piece of paper I've ever bought. To be fair, it's more than just a piece of paper, though. I've learned a lot over the past five years here--and not just in class, obviously.
I still don't want to leave Montréal, but I know that the time has come. I keep bargaining with myself, telling myself that it doesn't make sense for me to stay here right now--and I know that's true, it doesn't make sense. I just hate uncertainty. As I keep quoting the Scissor Sisters, 'There's no indication of what we were meant to be. Sucking up to strangers, throwing wishes to the sea.'
I'll be close enough to the sea to spit at it, never mind throw wishes to it, in less than a month.
I still don't know exactly when I'm moving nor even how I'm going to physically move my stuff. I'll figure something out. I always seem to.
I haven't listened to this song in a while, but it popped into my head just now and seems appropriate.
Long Way to Run by Collective Soul
As a final thought, the opening line of the Port Huron Statement, published in 1962 by Students for a Democratic Society, also rings painfully true for me right now--and I hope for the thousands of others who are graduating this spring.
'We are people of this generation, bred in at least modest comfort, housed now in universities, looking uncomfortably to the world we inherit.'
It'll be the most expensive piece of paper I've ever bought. To be fair, it's more than just a piece of paper, though. I've learned a lot over the past five years here--and not just in class, obviously.
I still don't want to leave Montréal, but I know that the time has come. I keep bargaining with myself, telling myself that it doesn't make sense for me to stay here right now--and I know that's true, it doesn't make sense. I just hate uncertainty. As I keep quoting the Scissor Sisters, 'There's no indication of what we were meant to be. Sucking up to strangers, throwing wishes to the sea.'
I'll be close enough to the sea to spit at it, never mind throw wishes to it, in less than a month.
I still don't know exactly when I'm moving nor even how I'm going to physically move my stuff. I'll figure something out. I always seem to.
I haven't listened to this song in a while, but it popped into my head just now and seems appropriate.
Long Way to Run by Collective Soul
Are these times contagious
I've never been this bored before
Is this the prize I've waited for
Now with the hours passing
There’s nothing left here to insure
I long to find a messenger
Have I got a long way to run
Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run
Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity
I weaken with each voice that sings
Now, in this world of purchase
I'm going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities
Have I got a long way to run
Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run
Yeah, I run
Have I got a long way
Have I got a long way
Have I got a long way to run
Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run (have I got a long way to run)
Yeah, I run (have I got a long way to run)
Yeah, I run (have I got a long way to run)
Yeah, I run (have I got a long way to run)
As a final thought, the opening line of the Port Huron Statement, published in 1962 by Students for a Democratic Society, also rings painfully true for me right now--and I hope for the thousands of others who are graduating this spring.
'We are people of this generation, bred in at least modest comfort, housed now in universities, looking uncomfortably to the world we inherit.'
2005-05-08
Prince Harry begins his army training
...and dad makes sure that he's tough enough:
Prince Charles accompanied his son to Sandhurst, giving him a playful punch on the arm before leaving him to start his career.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Wee! The first trailer for the new Harry Potter movie is up on the Apple trailers page.
It's a total tease though. I hate teaser trailers for that.
It's a total tease though. I hate teaser trailers for that.
Minor update
Did a bit of house-keeping. Finally updated my Daily Reads and Connecting the Blogosphere. I use the Daily Reads category for information/news-oriented blogs and the Connecting... category for personal blogs. Just in case you were wondering. Don't see yourself listed? That's because I've missed you or don't know that you have a blog. Want to be listed? Well, tell me, damnit! I'm not psychic, you know!
That is all.
Have a fabulous Sunday all!
That is all.
Have a fabulous Sunday all!
2005-05-07
Khrushchev quote of the day
Who doesn't love Nikita?
Krushchev 'had boasted that Soviet production and standards of living would overtakes those of the West by 1970, saying that 'When we catch you up, as we pass by, we will wave to you.'
Krushchev 'had boasted that Soviet production and standards of living would overtakes those of the West by 1970, saying that 'When we catch you up, as we pass by, we will wave to you.'
CITIZEN-TIMES.com: Members say church ousts Kerry supporters
Ah, Christian love and fellowship.
The pastor insists that the move was not politically motivated, though he refuses to speak to the media.
The pastor insists that the move was not politically motivated, though he refuses to speak to the media.
2005-05-06
Overheards on the Tube
I rather enjoy this page. Every week, this fellow posts ten things that he has overheard on the Tube (the London metro system...London, UK, that is.... just making sure we're all on the same page :-P) over the past week.
Number seven this week is 'She just needs a good dose of cock.'
Interpret as you will. Also, make assumptions as to whether or not this may or may not also apply to me.
Ah, spring.
Number seven this week is 'She just needs a good dose of cock.'
Interpret as you will. Also, make assumptions as to whether or not this may or may not also apply to me.
Ah, spring.
2005-05-05
The time zones, they may be a-changin'
Apparently Maine is considering changing to the Atlantic Time Zone, though it's probably going to be decided in a referendum next year and then wouldn't go into effect until Spring 2007. So, I might finally leave the Eastern Time Zone...by default, assuming it goes through and I'm still in Maine when it goes into effect.
All big assumptions at this point.
All big assumptions at this point.
2005-05-01
Fatigue fatigue?
I think they need to do a Queer Eye for the Cuban Dictator Guy. The fatigue look is just so old.
Also
Upon further reflection, people who feel that the Bamboo Room at Unity is the ideal place for elaborate ballroom-esque dance moves need to be shot. After my glasses were knocked off my face I somehow miraculously caught them.
The end of the world as I know it
I had an odd walk/bus ride home from Unity tonight. It's cold and damp and a bit foggy.
As I was sitting at Berri, waiting for the night bus, I realised that whenever I go out, unless I go home with the boy I'm currently seeing or a random boy, I never leave with the friends I went out with to begin with. They either have or find their own boys or just disappear. I feel like I'm always left dancing away on my own. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, just an observation. It makes me think of the Franz Ferdinand song 'Take Me Out': 'Come on, take me out. / I know I won't be leaving here with you.'
The other odd part about coming home was the weather. As I walked on Marie-Anne past Clark, the streets were completely deserted--even St-Laurent was quiet. It was barely raining and the streets were all wet. The breeze blew a plastic bag across Marie-Anne. It had a very odd almost post-apocalyptic feeling to it. At least, that's what immediately came to mind.
It is kind of post-apocalyptic for me right now. University is over. It still hasn't sunken in and it probably won't fully until September. It is truly the end of my world as I know it. And I feel okay, I guess. I'm nervous about moving away from Montreal and really hoping that Portland is the right choice. And that I'll be able to find a job. And that I won't be totally broke all the time. And that I'll be able to pay back my student loans. And that I'll be able to afford even to move myself down to Portland. Etc, etc, etc.
'Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.'
(name the source of that quotation and win a prize: my undying appreciation of your poetic knowledge)
I'm sure this rambling is just some sort of odd anti-endorphin kick or something. Shouldn't dancing have gotten me all happy and excited rather than ponderous? I'm not depressed, just thinking about a lot of stuff.
No use thinking about it now at ten past four in the morning. My bed calls. Besides, tomorrow is the first Sunday in a long time that I can sleep in and not have to worry about getting up to study or write papers or read. Hell, I could go buy the Sunday NY Times and sit in bed with it all day if I wanted to. Alternately, I could read the whole thing online, which would mean not even having to get out of my pj's or leave the house. I like that idea better. I think it's supposed to be shitty weather again tomorrow. Alas, Mother Nature seems to be on a shitty weather kick.
As I was sitting at Berri, waiting for the night bus, I realised that whenever I go out, unless I go home with the boy I'm currently seeing or a random boy, I never leave with the friends I went out with to begin with. They either have or find their own boys or just disappear. I feel like I'm always left dancing away on my own. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, just an observation. It makes me think of the Franz Ferdinand song 'Take Me Out': 'Come on, take me out. / I know I won't be leaving here with you.'
The other odd part about coming home was the weather. As I walked on Marie-Anne past Clark, the streets were completely deserted--even St-Laurent was quiet. It was barely raining and the streets were all wet. The breeze blew a plastic bag across Marie-Anne. It had a very odd almost post-apocalyptic feeling to it. At least, that's what immediately came to mind.
It is kind of post-apocalyptic for me right now. University is over. It still hasn't sunken in and it probably won't fully until September. It is truly the end of my world as I know it. And I feel okay, I guess. I'm nervous about moving away from Montreal and really hoping that Portland is the right choice. And that I'll be able to find a job. And that I won't be totally broke all the time. And that I'll be able to pay back my student loans. And that I'll be able to afford even to move myself down to Portland. Etc, etc, etc.
'Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.'
(name the source of that quotation and win a prize: my undying appreciation of your poetic knowledge)
I'm sure this rambling is just some sort of odd anti-endorphin kick or something. Shouldn't dancing have gotten me all happy and excited rather than ponderous? I'm not depressed, just thinking about a lot of stuff.
No use thinking about it now at ten past four in the morning. My bed calls. Besides, tomorrow is the first Sunday in a long time that I can sleep in and not have to worry about getting up to study or write papers or read. Hell, I could go buy the Sunday NY Times and sit in bed with it all day if I wanted to. Alternately, I could read the whole thing online, which would mean not even having to get out of my pj's or leave the house. I like that idea better. I think it's supposed to be shitty weather again tomorrow. Alas, Mother Nature seems to be on a shitty weather kick.
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