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Writer's Block: Family Matters
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Apr. 6th, 2008 @ 04:10 pm
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I am the one that's going to hell. I'm the only non-Christian. Oddly enough, it makes me the peace keeper at times, because the religious ones are always disagreeing about the way to worship God. In this regard, my family is a microcosm of the world and its conflicts.
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3/4/8
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Mar. 4th, 2008 @ 11:22 pm
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Wanna take a ride on my recent train of thought?
Was feeling hopeless and disappointed that Saturday Night Live probably saved Hilary Clinton's campaign.
Wondered if there was any discussion on the internet and found this article: http://www.northstarwriters.com/jv047.htm
Thoughts about Hilary changed to thoughts about grammar when I read this, "People want to see that candidates can laugh at themselves every once and a while."
Read the profile about the author and learned she has a degree in English and professional writing.
Feeling even more hopeless and disappointed.
Pouring myself some Scotch.
At least I leave for Hawaii in a couple of days.
One can regain hope if they take a vacation every once IN A FUCKING while. |
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2/5/8
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Feb. 6th, 2008 @ 12:26 am
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Work – Play - Work
For the last 2 months, I’ve done nothing but work in the showroom. I helped Don move one of his showrooms from the 5th floor to the 4th, combine two offices, move displays, build displays, paint walls, purchase all of the jelly beans sold in Seattle, cover a wall with jelly beans successfully!, order products, price products, display products, and then put on my game face and sell as much crap as I could for 7 straight days, ending today.
Over the next month or so, I have planned the most relaxing vacations I could come up with on my budget: a week on the NorCal coast with relatives and 5 days on Oahu for some beach and some more Ween. Also, the reps gave me a day at the spa for all of my hard work. Yay!
Then I will spend every waking minute back in the showroom tearing down all the displays we made, moving them and making new ones, painting walls, ordering products, removing old products, pricing new products, displaying products, etc.
And there you have it. That is my life.
P.S. Happy New Year |
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1/14/8
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Jan. 14th, 2008 @ 07:21 pm
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My job is strange. Thankfully it's not too dirty, although if it meant a day with cute Mike Rowe, I might trade strange for dirty. At any rate, my most recent task is to cover a 4 x 8 foot wall with jelly beans. What I've learned so far from this project is that the jelly bean business was and still is severely crippled by Jelly Bellies. Understandably so. Jelly Bellies rule. Jelly beans don't.
But right now, I wish it weren't the case because I'm having the hardest time acquiring 80 lbs. of jelly beans quickly and cheaply, i.e. no shipping costs. You'd think with Easter just over 2 months away, this wouldn't be difficult, but every store I've called just got done with their Valentine's Day display. Fucking Valentine's Day! It's just an annoyance in every way. I thought Easter eggs went up on the shelves right after the new year! In fact, I'm sure I've complained about that before, so it must be true somewhere. Could it be a Seattle or west coast thing? Hmmm.
So anyway, I might have to forfeit this whole project, and go with the alternative, which would be to get jelly bean wrapping paper to cover the wall with. I hate this option though, because it means I can't play with lacquer and spray adhesives, plus it just won't look anywhere near as cool. What is a good little showroom manager to do? |
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1/6/8
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Jan. 6th, 2008 @ 04:20 pm
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Last night Vic and I went to Neumos to see Kenny's band, The Missionary Position. We had no idea what time their set was, and we arrived at 10:30 only to find out they played at 8:30. I asked the door guy, who I'll call "#1" because there will be more "door guys" in this story, if I could take a peek inside to see if my friend (Kenny) was still there even though his set had been over an hour ago. #1 said I had to pay $10 to go in at all. I asked again as nicely as I could, explaining that I wouldn't stay if my friend wasn't there, but he still wouldn't let me go in. I was obviously annoyed and figured maybe I could text Kenny and find out where he was. That's when I realized I'd left my cell phone at home. Fuck me!
So, Vic and I decided to go next door to Moe's. Maybe Kenny and the other band members were hanging out there, we thought. At Moe's, we were carded by Door Guy #2 before going inside. I had never been to Moe's before. Nice place. Cool scene. Good music. I might go back.
Anyway, as we walked through Moe's, we didn't see Kenny or anyone else there. But we did notice a door in the back that led toward Neumos. We decided to check it out. So we went through the door and down a hall, where we encountered Door Guy #3. He was stationed at a back entrance to Neumos right near the stage. So I asked #3 if we could just pop our heads in and see if our friend was there. He said "no problem, just leave your ID's with me." So we gave him our ID's and headed inside.
We looked all around and didn't see Kenny. Then we noticed there was an upstairs part, and we headed up there to look. After looking all around the 2nd level, we determined Kenny was definitely gone. So we headed back downstairs and at the bottom, Door Guy #4, who was actually a girl and very bitchy, stopped us and said we couldn't enter the first level without a stamp. Apparently the 2nd floor is the all ages section. I tried to explain to her that we had just walked by her a second ago from the 1st level, but she wasn't having any of that and she ushered us out the door and onto the street. There was no use arguing with her because it was loud and she was extremely rude.
So we headed back to Moe's. We didn't have ID, but we figured the door guy would remember us from just minutes before. But guess what? Door Guy #2 was on break and being relieved by Door Guy #5 who'd never seen us before.
Now I'm trying to explain to #5 why our ID's are back in the hallway with #3, and he's looking at me like I'm crazy. Meanwhile, #1 hears us talking and comes around the corner and gives us an evil stare-down. Finally, #5 sends a text to #3 and several minutes later, a 6th guy comes outside holding our IDs and says, "I have no idea why I have these."
We get our ID's back, and at this point we just needed to get away from the whole mess, so we left feeling like we'd just been in a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode. OTTFV! |
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12/25/07
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Dec. 26th, 2007 @ 01:00 am
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It's a winter wonderland! This evening I put on all of my snow gear and frolicked around the pond. The geese were silently huddled in the unfrozen spot in the middle. I found footprints leading up to a bench next to the pond. Someone had wiped off half the bench and sat there for a while. I considered doing the same, but the fire in the fireplace and the sherry were calling to me, so I ran all the way home through a foot of snow. I love a white Christmas!!Current Mood:  content |
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12/23/7
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Dec. 23rd, 2007 @ 11:45 pm
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From http://movies.msn.com/movies/2007review
Movies I have not seen and should see:
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Into the Wild
Margot at the Wedding
I’m Not There
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Atonement
There Will Be Blood
Saw No Country For Old Men the other day. Holy fuck! I'd love to write about it but everything I want to say will totally ruin the movie for those yet to see it. Hmmmm. |
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11/9/7
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Nov. 9th, 2007 @ 09:39 pm
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Okay, I'm really getting geared up for Ween. I need to spruce up or "titivate" my place a little because Super Al arrives tomorrow morning. James is already here. Monday we begin our Ween mini tour from Portland to Vancouver.
There is one song that I hope they play at one, if not all of the shows - With My Own Bare Hands. Deaner doesn't sing this song he yells it, and it's the nastiest dirtiest song they've ever done. Here are the lyrics:
I can build an aeroplane
That travels over lands
I can take your DNA
And replicate a man
I can do so many things
With my own bare hands
I'd love to be your ass checker
Stickin' up in your ass
I'm gonna be your lawnmower
And cut your fuckin' grass
I can do so many things
With my own bare hands
She's gonna be my cock professor
Studying my dick
She's gonna get a masters degree
in fucking me
I can do so many things
With my own bare hands
Take a shit on the bitch shit fuck hooba jooba
Sucking on my shit
Kick it with a pussy mamma jamma mother fucker
and suck my fuckin' dick
I can do so many things
With my own bare hands
Fuck it up!
I can do so many things
With my own bare hands
With my own bare hands
With my own bare hands
The song is pure raunch. It's a whole new degree of awesome. One thing about Ween that a lot of people don't get right away is that each song is written by a character and the lyrics either narrate a story the character might tell, or the music exudes the emotions that character might feel, or both. In the case of My Own Bare Hands, the narrator is the most arrogant mother fucker on the face of the planet. The reason I love this song so much is because I dated the most arrogant mother fucker on the face of the planet. The difference between the two however, is that Deaner is acting. Hmmm, actually I suppose they both are. Anyway, it strikes a chord with me.
Ween songs are a story put to music and acted out by the band. The Onion AV Club appropriately called it "method music." I've told people that there is a Ween song for everyone, and I think this is why. They don't limit themselves to a particular musical genre. They tell stories with characters and plots and they choose the music that matches the mood and they even change their voices to play the parts of the characters. "Object" is another prime example of method music. After several listens, it's apparent this song is sung by a psychopath. Gener sings in this creepy falsetto voice (I thought it sounded like Aaron Neville) because that's what he imagines the psychopath would sound like.
I should mention that Gener also sings very personal songs that are true to his life and his heart, and these are some of my favorites, but that's another point for another time.
So, back to My Own Bare Hands. I want to draw hands on a t-shirt that would cover my tits, and then write something like, "Deaner's Bare Hands." Or maybe I could wear a shirt that looks like a college shirt and write MFD (Masters in Fucking Deaner) on it. I could write BU on it for "Boognish University." Hmmm, I need to decide pretty soon. Ooooh, pasties! Yes, I should flash the brown boys with my tits covered in Boognish pasties. Oh boy, this is getting out of hand. |
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11/7/7
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Nov. 7th, 2007 @ 09:28 pm
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When I was a little girl one of my favorite TV shows was The Bionic Woman with Lindsay Wagner. I think it even came on right after the 6 Million Dollar Man. I remember thinking how perfect it would be for Jaime Sommers and Steve Austin to team up in their crime fighting missions, because he had the bionic eye and she had the bionic ear. Together they could be even superer super spies. And then my wish actually came true! They gave the Bionic Woman a guest appearance on the 6 Million Dollar Man!! I remember being a little disappointed by the show, however, but I can't remember why. I think maybe they hid their bionic powers from each other or something. I'd love to get both series on DVD at some point and especially the bionic duo episode.
Anyway, since NBC has a new Bionic Woman series, I've been recording it and haven't missed an episode. The intrigue isn't there the way it was for me in the 70's with Lindsay Wagner, but I keep hoping it will get better. They gave the new Bionic Woman both a bionic ear and a bionic eye. She's far more powerful than the first character, which is exciting. But the first few episodes were way too involved with an unnecessary sub-plot involving another bionic woman-turned-evil. I think they're done with that storyline though, and it's starting to look more promising.
One thing on tonight's episode that added value for me personally, was a shot of the guy who advises the Bionic Woman through the computer in her brain. He was sitting at his laptop which was covered in Boognish stickers. My laptop isn't even covered in Boognish stickers! If the director of this show is into Ween, or even if just the set designer bows to the Boognish, that's another reason to keep watching. I wonder if Gene and Dean know they got a plug on NBC? |
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11/5/7
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Nov. 5th, 2007 @ 07:45 pm
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Remember remember the 5th of November.
Gunpowder Treason and plot.
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
It's Guy Fawkes night and I think I'm going to blow up from all the cake I've been eating. Cake from my cousin's birthday that is, not from celebrating Guy Fawkes night. Although, it could be fun to make an exploding cake for Guy Fawkes night. Hmmmm.
Meanwhile, I'm very distraught...
I may fall in love easily, but I do not fall out of love easily. Ever try to force yourself to fall out of love with someone? It’s probably one of the most difficult things to do, harder than quitting smoking. It’s an obnoxious endeavor really. You have to convince yourself that the person you once gave your heart to didn’t deserve it. You have to tell yourself you were wrong. You focus on all the negative things you can think of about that person, and try to forget all the positive. Basically, you assassinate their character and make yourself believe it. It doesn’t help when they contact you. In fact even the slightest little bit of contact reminds you that they aren’t the evil demon you’ve turned them into, and you have to start the process all over again.
And it’s painful and heart wrenching and dark and lonely and all you want is for them to come breaking down your door and pour their heart out all over your face and look you in the eye and say they don’t want to be with anyone else and that they were wrong and sorry and blah blah fucking blah. But you know that will never happen and so you have to forget. You have to pretend they are dead, and then you are sad that your best friend died and you don’t think you can ever find another and so you close yourself off from everyone new you meet and from the whole world. And this just adds to the anguish because some of the new people you meet are very likely great people to know. |
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10/23/07
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Oct. 23rd, 2007 @ 05:22 pm
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It's been in the 70's all day without a cloud in the sky, and I'm on my way to EZ Street to pick up La Cucaracha by Ween on this...such a joyous day. |
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Dear KRT
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Oct. 18th, 2007 @ 02:14 pm
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Dear KRT,
I hadn't heard from you in awhile, so I'm very happy to see that you are learning all kinds of new computer skills. It looks like you've mastered photoshop. Thank you very much for making a picture of your vision for my Halloween costume....
I still think it will be difficult to move around in a huge foam starfish, but this is indeed a cute idea. And the title "roxstar" is very fitting. I am adding your pic to my livejournal icons.
Thanks KRT and happy Halloween!
Love,
roxYroll |
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10/17/7
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Oct. 17th, 2007 @ 10:59 am
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The new Ween album comes out in a week. The brown boys have already started their tour, and they left their fans a special present: a full album preview on myspace! http://www.myspace.com/ween I’ve listened to the whole thing once and I can tell I’ll really like it. Some of the songs struck me from the beginning, others might take a while. My favorite at the moment is “Object.” Gener’s voice sounds like he’s channeling Aaron Neville, but the subject matter is more like Marilyn Manson. You’re just an object to me I’d like to get to know you better Paste you across my body You’re just an object to me You’re just a piece of meat And I am a butcher I love you better Love you forever You’re just an object to me Why sit in the shade Drink what we made from a lover’s cup Dreams don’t always come when you fall asleep You’re just an object to me I’m gonna do something wrong Nobody’s gonna like it But I’ve got my pride And my time isn’t free You’re just an object to me You’re just an object to me I feel a little better They found your sweater You’re just an object to me The verse that starts “I’m gonna do something wrong…” is brilliant. It’s the best definition of the phrase “Fuck You” that I’ve ever heard.
And the line "They found your sweater" is perfect. I think it's just there because it rhymes and to remind us that it's Ween.
Ahhh, Ween. |
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10/16/7
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Oct. 16th, 2007 @ 10:36 am
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I have a great party to go to for Halloween, but I still haven’t put together my costume. It’s getting down to the wire, so I gotta be resourceful. I want to be a sea creature, but that might take too much effort, especially if I want to have fins. I could just cover myself in netting and attach rubber fish to it and be a fisherman’s catch. Hmmm, wish I had a fisherman to go with me. I don’t want to wear one of those "sexy" costumes, like a sexy-cop, sexy-pirate, sexy-barbara walters, etc. It’s sexy to come up with a really creative costume. It’s just boring to sex up an otherwise ordinary costume. |
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Dear sales people,
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Oct. 15th, 2007 @ 02:44 pm
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Dear insanely perky sales people, Mondays suck. Please do not come bouncing into work singing about Mondays. You are annoying. You are the reason I like geeky desk jobs with minimal human interaction. If I am expected to become one of you, then I will be forced to bring out my geek in my personal life. This may or may not be a good thing. I’m not sure I need to spend my free time doing math. Although, if it involved art projects, maybe I’d be okay with that. One thing I know for sure is you couldn’t pump me full of enough coffee to make me sing about Monday mornings. I’ll need something a lot stronger than that, and I hope you will let me know if you have some! Thank you for your time, roxYroll |
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10/6/7
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Oct. 6th, 2007 @ 02:17 pm
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Today I am completely torn up because Ripley's been missing since Wednesday. Knowing him, he was probably lured by a mouse into a place that he can't get out of. I know there is power in positive thinking, so I want to put it out there.
He will be okay and home safe soon.
He WILL be okay and home safe soon.
He WILL be OKAY and HOME SAFE SOON!
Pray for Ripley's safe return. I don't believe it is his fate to be taken from us yet.Current Mood:  worried |
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9/5/7
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Sep. 5th, 2007 @ 10:37 pm
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Dear World,
I haven't written in so long I feel like we don't know each other anymore, and I'm willing to take full responsibility for that. I suppose there have been "new" things happening, at least in terms of an answer to "what's new?" I guess I've just bypassed the whole online journal aspect of dealing with these "new" things.
Meanwhile, I'm still in Seattle, I'm still single, I'm still confused, I still drink too much, I'm still into Ween, and I'm still "making a go of it!" Yay for me!
And how are you?
Love,
roxYroll
P.S. More later, maybe... |
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6/27/7
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Jun. 28th, 2007 @ 12:16 am
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Life sure takes you for a ride sometimes. I just wish I had a partner to come along with me, wherever that might be.
I THINK
I THINK SOMETIMES I SHOULDN'T THINK.
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!!
SEE... IT'S NOT SO BAD.
JUST RELAX.
SET YOURSELF ON A JOURNEY.
YOUR DESTINATION IS YOURSELF.
WON'T YOU COME WITH ME
AND BE BY YOURSELF?
I KNOW I LOVE YOU.
I KNOW I LIKE WHAT YOU DO.
AS THE BEATLES SAID, "COME TOGETHER."
CAN WE?
Drew Wissahickon 9-28-2006 |
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The Wisdom of Children
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Jun. 24th, 2007 @ 06:31 pm
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The Wisdom of Children
by Simon Rich
The New Yorker
March 26, 2007
A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table
MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.
DAD: O.K.
GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.
DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.
UNCLE: I’m having sex right now.
DAD: We all are.
MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best.
DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell.
MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell.
FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My voice is pretty loud!
DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.
MOM: I’m angry! I’m angry all of a sudden!
DAD: I’m angry, too! We’re angry at each other!
MOM: Now everything is fine.
DAD: We just saw the PG-13 movie. It was so good.
MOM: There was a big sex.
FRIEND FROM WORK: I am the loudest! I am the loudest!
(Everybody laughs.)
MOM: I had a lot of wine, and now I’m crazy!
GRANDFATHER: Hey, do you guys know what God looks like?
ALL: Yes.
GRANDFATHER: Don’t tell the kids. |
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4/10/7
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Apr. 10th, 2007 @ 11:14 am
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bowyer (BO-yuhr) noun
One who makes, sells, or uses bows.
If V were an archer, I would have a bowyer design his birthday present for him.
testaceous (teh-STAY-shuhs) adjective
1. Having a shell.
2. Having the reddish brown color of bricks or baked clay.
All he wanted to do when he saw her fine, testaceous lips was to pump them full of collagen.
titivate (TIT-i-vayt) verb tr., intr.
To make smarter; to spruce up; to decorate.
Titivate your life with A Word A Day! www.wordsmith.org |
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