Virgil’s The Amazing story

WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

After some last minute shopping for bits and bobs for Dom and Faye’s costume, the Troika finally had all the components we needed for our costumes. At this point, it’s no secret. Dom was to be John Constantine and Faye and I were to be our very appropriate alter egos, Patsy and Edina. I got ready, sprayed Dom’s hair with some “blonde” hairspray and then left for Faye’s to help her with her hair. On the way, I picked up Sherrard and totally freaked out his neighbor as I waited for him. In retrospect, she probably had no idea that I was in a costume. Sherrard descended the stairs in his wonderful Spaceman costume and we started for Faye’s. But Sherrard was in need of sustenance (space travel can really make a boy hungry), so he went to Pagliagi’s and I continued to Faye’s. She was already quite transformed by the time I got there. These were definitely our most accurate costumes to date and we’re pretty proud of them. We got into character by watching some AbFab and drinking a bottle of Cook’s. Sherrard helped us down the stuff. Around 8:00, Dom brought the car, and we headed downstairs to meet him. Borgia was already down there, dressed as a pretty lady, and he seemed to be soliciting my boyfriend. Cute. He really looked pretty good. Like a Bruce McCulloch in drag. And he said I could have his dress. I’m holding him to it. Dom was now fully dressed and looked fantastic. We ALL looked fantastic. And we were ready to party.

Sure, we arrived to Brugos’ Scareoke party a little unfashionably early, but who cares! Elyse and Gene were already there taking full advantage of the karaoke machine before the crowds happened, and I intended to do the same. Elyse was an adorable World War I fighter pilot. She actually looked very comfortable in her outfit. Brugos was a horrifying Courtney Love. Dom didn’t get any pictures, but hopefully Faye did, because you haven’t lived till you’ve seen Courtney Love with a hairy chest. Gene was a rocker dude. And rock, he did.

Throughout the night, we also met two Droogs, Duff Man, a cupcake, Dracula, Axel Rose, Angus Young and Freddie Mercury. The costumes were really amazing. I that we know so many people who are willing to go all out on Halloweeen. Faye and I, ever true to character, continued to pound the Cook’s and also snuck into the backyard for a quick spliff. Before we got too hammered, we sang our song, “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” by Starship. I also got in some Firehouse and some Johnny Hates Jazz. The karaoke was very popular and the lines got a bit long so I’m definitely glad we got there early. The time went by pretty quickly. Before we knew it, it was 1:00, and poor, sober Dom was ready to vamoose. I didn’t want to leave, but once I got into the car, it was evident that I probably shouldn’t have stayed for much longer.

SATURDAY

Of course I was hungover. But not in a nausea/headache kind of way. I was just exhausted. So I decided not to move for most of the day, opting instead to watch terrible movies on TV (American Psycho, Queen of the Damned) and just veg. Sherrard stopped by briefly and I convinced him to come with us to West Seattle for Gevin’s party before going to the UPS Ex-pats party. I was supposed to call him at 8. At 3 I went down for a nap and didn’t wake up until 5:30. Then I called Faye and we were both so brain dead, that we couldn’t make any plans. Dom made some executive decisions involving Thai food and he called Faye back. I finally took a shower, we ordered the food, and I went to the grocery store for more Cook’s(!) Faye showed up and later Borgia (this time dressed as a lecherous Girl Scout leader). While we waited (an hour) for our food to arrive, we watched an AWESOMELY bad movie on TV called “Santa’s Slay” about Santa being evil. It didn’t really make a lot of sense, plot wise, but it had Emilie de Ravin in it and it was hilarious. Especially the overdubbing of the swearing.
Anyway, after a Thai food orgy, we were no less ready to party. All of us old persons were tired from the night before. But party on, we must. So Sherrard came over and Faye, Dom and I got ready again. We left around 9:00 and headed to West Seattle. Once again, we were one of the first folks to arrive. Gevin wasn’t even in his costume yet. Oh well. We marveled at the fabulous decorations and their awesome skull mural. Their house is like a museum of cool. Faye and I didn’t know anyone besides the folks we came with though, and Gevin was busy running around, so we kinda alienated ourselves to the couch for a little while. Their friends are really nice though. People actually came up to us and introduced themselves. Wow! Eventually, more people we knew arrived, like Kayobi (looking very Pirates of Penzance) and Jeff and his girlfriend (who were rockers. And his g/f was the spitting image of Lita Ford. She had no idea who Lita Ford was). Alesia also arrived and told me that I looked good enough to rape. Yikes. She also apparently hit on Dom. I doubt she’ll remember any of that.
Around 11:00, Gevin’s band played in the basement. They were really good! They played some covers and some original stuff and just generally rocked.
We decided to head back to the hill after that. Dom dropped us of at the Ex-pats and went home. We squeezed our way into the house, but it was wall-to-wall people and very uncomfortable. We hung out long enough to see Ahe’s Barbie costume (which was very good) and then Faye and I retreated to the basement to get some air. Since there wasn’t actually anyone else IN the basement, and we really didn’t want to squeeze ourselves back into the kitchen, we decided we should call it a night. Friday has just taken it all out of us. I guess next time someone asks me how I can attend 3 parties in one weekend, the answer is “I can’t.”

SUNDAY

I wasn’t at all hung over, but I was still pretty wrecked. I think I was still recovering from Friday. Jesus. Anyway, I had big plans for getting chores done but it didn’t really happen. Dom and I made it to the grocery store and then I got distracted by baking cookies, and “I Love the 80’s 3D”. Oh well. I also continued to watch “Queer as Folk” which is really addictive. The last episode I watched ended on quite the downer which is maybe why I had horrible stress nightmares all night.

Regardless of the fact that I am no longer able to “bounce back” from a rough night, it was a very fun weekend and very successful, costume wise, for everybody! I love my friends!

Dom’s pictures are here!

Hopefully Faye will upload hers soon cos she’s got more of Saturday and some definite gems from Friday. If anyone else has pictures, I’d love to see them!

Also, check out Dom’s new MySpace picture. I know we are nerds.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

October 31, 2005
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Thank you

1. REAL FIRST NAME:
Jessica

2. WHAT IS THE MOST PHYSICAL PAIN YOU HAVE EVER BEEN IN?
Migraine

3. DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE GUM WITH YOU?
Most of the time

4. WHAT KIND OF MOUTHWASH DO YOU PREFER?
None. It burns.

5. ARE YOU GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BI?
I have the odd girl on girl fantasy but, I definitely prefer the dudes. By the way, I just started watching Queer as Folk and I’m addicted. It’s basically the PERFECT porn for girls who like dudes because it’s porn that is all men and has a good story.

6. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE A GOOD KISSER?
I don’t suck.

7. WOULD YOU SEVER YOUR OWN PINKY FINGER WITH A KNIFE FOR 10 MILLION DOLLARS?
Yes.

8. DO YOU THINK MIDGETS ARE CREEPY?
No way.

9. DO YOU BELIEVE IN A HIGHER BEING?
Not really.

10. IF YOU ARE A SMOKER, WHAT IS YOUR BRAND?
Stogie.

11. WHAT IS YOUR DRUG OF CHOICE?
Alcohol.

12. BIG TRUCKS, LUXURY CARS, MOTOR CYCLES, OR FAST CARS?
Public transportation or vespas.

13. WHAT KIND OF SUNGLASSES DO YOU WEAR?
The kind you can buy at the drug store for less than $15.

15. DOES YOUR LOCAL WATER TASTE GOOD?
Not at all. Though it might just be the rusty pipes in my apartment.

16. WHAT KIND OF PC DO YOU HAVE?
I don’t remember. It was a hand-me-down and I was just happy to receive it.

17. WHAT IS/WAS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH?
I am quite fond of the West Coast Roasted Veggie sandwiches from Organic-To-Go.

18. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BREAKFAST FOOD?
Cereal or a good fry up.

19. WHAT IS THE OLDEST ITEM IN YOUR HOUSE?
Probably Dom’s antique radio. After that, my VHS copy of The Empire Strikes Back.

20. HOW MANY CD’S DO YOU HAVE?
500 or thereabouts.

21. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SO DRUNK YOU WET THE BED?
Not yet.

22. IF YOU COULD HAVE SEX WITH ANY ONE PERSON [ED: EXCLUDING SPOUSES], WHO WOULD IT BE?
It’s hard to say because I don’t actually KNOW any of my celebrity crushes, and if I got to know them, I might not want them anymore. But something tells me Jarvis Cocker would be all about the pleasing of the nether-regions.

23. HAVE YOU EVER UNDERGONE SURGERY?
Many times. And they are well documented and all medically necessary to some degree.

24. WHEN YOU STUB YOUR TOE OR BUMP YOUR HEAD, WHAT DO YOU USUALLY SAY?
Fuck! I don’t suppose we’re very imaginative when we injure ourselves.

25. DO YOU ENJOY MAKING PEOPLE FEEL STUPID?
Not at all.

26. WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PERSON AT WORK/SCHOOL?
This is also well documented.

27. WHAT BRAND IS YOUR CELL PHONE?
T-Mobile

28. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CAUGHT MASTURBATING?
No.

29. HAVE YOU EVER CAUGHT ANYONE MASTURBATING
Yes.

30. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU PUKED?
About 6 months ago, I think.

31. HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Old enough to know better.

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SKY DIVE OR BUNGEE JUMP?
Sky Dive.

33. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ARRESTED?
No.

34. HOW OFTEN DO YOU SHAVE?
depends on the time of year and the likelihood of anyone finding out

35. DO YOU THINK THE MIDGET QUESTION (8.) WAS OVER THE LINE?
Uh…no?

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BEER?
Blackthorns Cider, and, if you don’t count cider, Moretti.

38. ARE YOU RACIST?
Not that I know of.

39. DO YOU THINK FARTS ARE FUNNY?
Generally.

40. LIBERAL, CONSERVATIVE, OR NEITHER?
Generally liberal. But I’m not a fan of extremists in either direction.

44. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF YOUR BODY?
Eyes or boobs.

45. ARE YOU STILL THINKING ABOUT THE MIDGET QUESTION?
Dude, get over it.

46. IF AN ENTIRE STATE IN AMERICA WERE TO VANISH, WHICH DO YOU THINK WOULD NOT LIKELY BE MISSED?
FLORIDA!

47. HAVE YOU EVER FLUSHED A DECEASED PET DOWN THE TOILET?
No. I have given every pet a proper burial.

48. WHO ARE BETTER DRIVERS, MEN OR WOMEN?
Shut up.

49. ARE YOU SEXIST?
I try not to be but I definitely get along better with men than women.

50. WHAT DO YOU THINK THE DUMBEST SPORT IS?
Hunting.

51. DO YOU FORWARD CHAIN EMAILS THAT CLAIM TO BE GOOD/BAD LUCK?
Absolutely not.

52. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING THIS VERY SECOND?
How much time is left on my lunchbreak?

53. DO YOU SLOW DOWN AT CAR ACCIDENTS ATTEMPTING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE?
Since I’m never driving, I have the luxury of rubbernecking without consequences.

54. WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING OTHER THAN CHECKING YOUR LJ?
Reading a book?

55. HAVE YOU EVER HAD JURY DUTY?
I was called when I was overseas but, being abroad, I was exempt.

56. DO YOU KNOW YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD?
Yes.

58. ERA OYU DYXLESIC?
Cute.

59. DID YOU ENJOY THIS SURVEY MORE THAN THE AVERAGE “TIRED” ONES THAT HAVE BEEN GOING AROUND FOREVER?
I’ve had better.

60. IF YOU COULD SLEEP WITH ANY MILF….
Do Pam Grier, Jennifer Tilly or Angela Basset have kids?

October 28, 2005
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WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

Faye, Kayobi, Ahe and I watched Hellraiser for October’s Good Movie Friday. Kayobi brought a party tray and Faye make crack chip cookies. Is there any better movie to watch whilst stuffing your face with goodies? I think not. Hellraiser is actually quite a cool movie. Some of the special effects don’t necessarily stand the test of time, but there are a great many that do. You have to love a horror film from the old school of effects, before people got lazy and just used CG for everything. Some assistant effects person had to painstakingly dress bits of latex to look like flesh and hang them on hundreds of hooks. What an awesome job!

After the movie, I do believe we called it an early night. As the days get shorter, I have to resist the urge to hibernate.

SATURDAY

With so many awesomely bad movies on television, how does one bring oneself to leave the house? I began the day by watching “Sybil” (the 70’s TV movie about a woman with multiple personalities) on Lifetime. After that, I had to choose between Superman 3, The Other Sister and Young Guns. The Other Sister might possibly be the most offensive depiction of the mentally challenge ever committed to film. It’s just so WRONG. So wrong, it almost feels right. “I love you more than big band music and cookie making.” “Strange things are happening all over my body.” “I feel like we should be doing something more than kissing.” “I had to make all the decisions because you were DRINKING!” (The last line having been uttered by the NON-mentally challenged Diane Keaton. Hard to tell the difference, really.)
Anyway, when I finally WAS able to tear myself away, I met Faye and we went to Value Village to get a few more items with which to complete her Halloween costume.

Then we caught the bus down to the Dragonfish just in time for the start of their delectable happy hour where we gorged ourselves on vegetarian Asian Fusion and Lemongrass Lime Rikis. We were joined midway by Ben and later by Sherrard. This was all part of the plan, you see…the plan to have just the perfect buzz going when we saw DOOM.

DOOM!! Oh, Andrzej Bartkowiak, you have taken an unnecessary concept for a film and make it delightfully watch-able. Not in a Uwe Boll: why do they let this guy make movies kind of way, but more in a Jr. Verhoeven: This guy isn’t much for plot, but damn he knows how to kill things kind of way. Sure, the obvious parallels to our current U.S. government (as seen through the eyes of a European) were a bit heavy-handed, and it was rather distracting to hear so many otherwise talented English/Kiwi actors poorly attempt an American accent, but it wasn’t ABOUT that. It was about killing science experiments gone-wrong. And that was done well. Even the 10 minutes of first-person perspective were entertaining.
We left the theatre on a high that could only be sustained by more drinking. We went to the Six Arms because Andrew was with us and the boy was functioning on no sleep. So he intended to have one drink somewhere close to his car and then take off. Hopefully he got home OK.

At the Six Arms, I decided to finally try their very expensive ($5.75) home-brewed hard cider. You know what? Bleh. It certainly wasn’t superior to the $4 Strongbow and CERTAINLY not to the $3 Blackthorns. Screw you, hoity toity cider. No matter. Now I know. And knowing is half the battle.

The other half is leaving the Six Arms at 11 to go back to Faye’s house and listen to cheesy music, stopping first at QFC for reinforcements. I purchased a bottle of wine, as recommended to me by a spooky owl. I think it was the right decision, though the emus were making a pretty good case of their own.

At this point it was just Faye, Sherrard and me left. We put on a CD I made Faye which is full of songs that I want her to sing at the karaoke Halloween party next weekend. These songs (like The Carpenters, Spandau Ballet and Starship) are perfect for late night drinking and remising. And remise we did. Before long, Faye brought out the photo album and the Tickle Me Emo CD. Did you know that the three of us have known each other for nigh on 6 years? And Faye and I for longer. How we have changed since then. And yet, not at all. At our core, we’re still the same people. We’re just a little bit wiser. Not a LOT wiser, mind you. Just a little.

After all that memory lane shit, there was naught to do but start watching Alone in the Dark. It was then that I checked the time: 3am! We were fading and needed sleep. Sherrard and I got our shit together and left around 3:30 and he was gentlemanly enough to walk me home. I really like walking home (in the company of another) in the wee hours. It’s so quiet and peaceful in our neck of Capital Hill then.

I fumbled my way into bed in the dark and hopefully didn’t wake Dom too abruptly.

SUNDAY

I wasn’t hung over, as I expected to be. However, I was feeling pretty hermity. This is yet another side effect to the changing weather. Since Dom was absent on account of another 48-hour film challenge, I used the opportunity that an empty apartment affords, to stay holed up and not talk to anyone. Fantastic. I briefly excursioned to the grocery store to get some baking supplies and spent the day making cookies and scones and watching the telly. I also, inspired by the previous night’s events, looked through my old photo albums to find pictured to upload for today’s entry. Here is what I found:

1) Jessica and Sherrard during their brief stint as a couple. Look at our rosy cheeks. Look at Sherrard’s hair! Look at MY hair, for that matter. I kept it short and black for years. And Christ, I’m wearing YELLOW.
2) Faye with a microphone in the Posse House basement singing an improvised song about our ill-advised friend Jeff and tryst with one Red Jeans Katie.
3) Young Jacob sporting a nerdy t-shirt and a sprightly expression. You won’t catch him like that anymore. Well…occasionally the sprightly expression…Also, check out the obligatory stolen traffic cone.
4) Slightly older Jacob in more adult clothing, but still a boyish haircut, and Erin (who still looks the same) at El Toro! Oh, El Toro…before you were consumed by flames, you were worth the long, dangerous drive to Tacoma for karaoke.
5) Another one of a Jacob of yesteryear. This is Halloween 2000. Check out his shiny shirt. He used have a closet full of shiny shirts that he would wear on special occasions. I don’t think he has a single one anymore.
6) Young Daniel and Baxter. Back then he was known as DJ. I’d never met him before that night. Before this picture was taken, he hit on me. I resisted. After this picture was taken, he passed out in my bed. Needless to say, we later dated. Having dated is inconsequential (if not beneficial…and certainly anecdotal) to our current friendship.
7) Faye and I used to live together. For a few years, actually. In our last apartment on Queen Anne, we happily prepared for the Buffy episode wherein Anya and Xander were to be married. We made cupcakes and everything. Faye’s got flowers. Look at our happy, optimistic faces. Those of you who are familiar with the show know what happened next.
8) This picture of me was taken shortly after the above-mentioned Buffy episode concluded. Nerds? Why, yes. But weren’t we cute?
9) This picture of Dom was taken by Faye at our first joint birthday party, shortly after we started dating and shortly before I started feeding him.

NEXT WEEKENDHalloween parties galore!

October 24, 2005
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WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

After work, I caught the bus to the U to meet Dom and off we went to Woodinville to attend the wedding of his former co-worker. It was a mercifully short ceremony and we were entertained by the pleasant company of one Ms. Rountree. Lovely. Dinner was AMAZING and the drinks particularly potent. I only had two, however, on account of me being on antibiotics. They also had one of those wonderful Wonka-esque chocolate fountains flowing. So of course, I ate way too much. After dancing to YMCA and watching a photo-slideshow (at the behest of the bride’s mother), Dom and I took our leave.

SATURDAY

Dom and I had to take Tobe to the vet in the morning. He has some scabs around his head and one on his tummy so we wanted to get them checked out. The vet said that it could be either fleas (one could have hitched a ride into the house on me or Dom) or a food allergy. She said that cats can be allergic to certain proteins and since Dom and I pretty much give the cats fish exclusively, it seems likely. So he’s being treated for both and Marilyn is now being treated for fleas as well, just in case. Tobe has to take an antibiotic twice a day for 7 days. He loooooves that. Tobe is really turning out to be a special needs cat. Poor little guy.

After we dropped Tobe off, I had to run to the store to buy a pumpkin and an appetizer to bring to Kayobi’s pumpkin carving party. It was just for girls, so Dom dropped me off. I attempted a design that I downloaded from the internet which is supposed to be Otis Firefly’s head. It turned out decent, but only when there’s a candle inside. I will upload pictures soon. (Probably along with all the pictures from the upcoming Halloween Party Weekend!)

After Kayobi’s thing, Dom and I had to go BACK to the store to get food for krk’s birthday BBQ. Around this time, my cold started to kick my ass. I thought perhaps I could rest for a minute when I got home and feel ok, but it didn’t turn out that way at all. Once I sat down on the couch, I was unable to move. So, unfortunately, Dom had to go to krk’s party without me. Sorry, krk!

I did, however, have a lovely evening by myself doped up on Nyquil. I watched “Superstar” (which I LOVE, in spite of it being an SNL movie based on a rather weak character. It’s just so fucked up. And Harlan Williams is amazing in it.) and a bunch of “Strangers With Candy” episodes which are even more hilarious and surreal when medicated. I passed out at 10 and have no idea when Dom got home.

SUNDAY

Sherrard, Dom, Dusty and I set out for a day hike on Tiger Mountain. This was my first hike in a very long time and so, compounded with my general gimpyness, we opted for a fairly flat trail. We started to climb the Tiger Mountain 3 trail, which, in elevation, is similar to that of Denny Way. I am perfectly capable of climbing Denny Way on foot. Of course, Denny Way is concrete, and Tiger Mountain 3 is mud, leaves, rocks and roots. It is decidedly more difficult. Sorry, guys. I love nature, but I’m just not that extreme. We walked all around “Tradition Lake” and took “The Bus Trail” past an old, rusty overturned hippie bus. It was entirely riddled with bullet holes and really cool (albeit dangerous) to stomp around in. We ate lunch by the lake and then Sherrard and I smoked half a doob down by the marsh. Good times.

We returned to Seattle around 2:30. I had the sudden urge to visit Uwajimaya, so after we were dropped off, Dom and I got in his car and drove to the I.D. We stocked up on delicious packaged Asian foods and returned home to eat them.

As we ate, I caved and watched the two “Lost” episodes that Dom has TiVo’d. They were…ok. Not as shitty as previous episodes. But that’s only because they didn’t feature Kate or Jack. A guest starring role by D.J. Qualls (for once not acting slightly retarded) helped. I love that guy.

Then Dom and I watched the first two Eccleston Doctor Who episodes (because I caved and finally bought them from Amazon.co.uk) and enjoyed them immensely before retiring for the evening.

Not a very wild weekend, but busy nonetheless. I’m still feeling fluey so who knows what I’ll be able to do next weekend. I need to rest up for Halloween. One thing is for sure…There will be a matinee of DOOM in there somewhere.

October 17, 2005
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Accelerates recovery from athletic injury

WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

I began my Friday by meeting Elyse at Ohana for happy hour. Their regular food menu is a little pricier than I care to pay, but for $3 each during happy hour, you can get some delicious veggie appetizers that rival that of the Dragonfish! You can also get $3.95 Blue Hawaiians, which are basically Polynesian Long-Islands. And damn, do they fuck you up.
Elyse and I gorged ourselves and gabbed. It was a lot of fun. I feel like I haven’t hung out with Elyse in ages. In actuality, I saw her at my birthday, but I guess one just can’t get enough of Elyse. Especially when the next thing she does is take you behind a dumpster, next to a pee-soaked mattress and smoke you out. Now THAT’S friendship.
While we were waiting outside Ohana for Gene to show up, Andrew and Brugos called from the Cyclops. There was still time for me to get in a drink or two before I was supposed to head back up the hill for a screening of “Snow Day” at the Film Forum. I called Faye to see if she wanted to come down, but of course she didn’t. I probably wouldn’t have either. Coming down the hill and back up again in a matter of hours is not a fun bus activity for a Friday night. So I stayed for only one drink. It took ages to get that drink, however, because the waiter was a snob. When we hesitated on our order, he actually turned away from us and waited on the table next to us. Then he didn’t come back to us for half an hour. When he finally did come back, I ordered something called The Pink Eye. The others had ordered fries a long time ago and those still hadn’t come out either. This combined with the general snootiness of our waiter, prompted Brugos to suggest that we dine and dash. He suggested it several times, so I think he might have been serious. Perhaps it’s due to that Silver Spoons episode, but I’ve never been able to do that. Luckily, I was leaving before bill time anyway. Elyse will have to fill me in on the ultimate outcome of that situation. I left around 9:00, but not before Brugos cracked us all up with the most hilarious and not inaccurate impression of his loquacious cat, Lucy. This impression basically involves him emitting a high-pitched, continuous scream that is almost too obnoxious to carry out in a public place. Instant classic.
I had a (thankfully) uneventful bus ride back up the hill and met Faye, Borgia and Gafzilla at the Satellite for another quickie. Of course, a quickie drink at the Satellite takes no less than an hour. By then I was on the road to Drunky Town. I decided to stop drinking at that point so that, if there was a Q & A following the screening, I wouldn’t embarrass myself (and Faye) completely.
At the theatre, I bought some popcorn (which is deliciously popped in coconut oil!) and a water to soak up some of the Blue Hawaiian mess in my stomach. Luckily, there was already plenty of Agadashi Tofu in there. That’s the wonderful thing about Happy Hours with good food. You never overdo the drinking too much because you’re constantly stuffing your face.
ANYWAY, we sat through some good shorts and some okay shorts and one pretty impressive Evil Dead remake (sort of) as done by some 15-year-olds who had obviously been doing their homework. Our one under-21 actor was finally able to attend a screening with his friends and Faye suggested that we plant him in the audience at all our screenings. The boy loves to laugh. It makes us feel, well, hilarious.
After the movies, they called all the filmmakers up to introduce themselves and even though the alcohol had pretty much left me at that point (and sleepiness was starting to take over) I still fucked up a simple introduction by introducing myself and the movie without Faye. She was standing right next to me, and in my messed-up brain, I assumed that she would just introduce herself. But I’d already said the name of the film. Sorry, Faye. I still feel like a right-asshole about that.
As we gathered our wits outside, we were approached by the guy who’d done the voiceover in our trailer. We’d never met him before but, of course, we recognized his voice. Really nice guy!
And then it was time for beddy-bye.

SATURDAY

I took care of a few errands straight away when I woke up so that I couldn’t procrastinate them off the schedule. One of them included cleaning up the bathroom where Tobe had decided to pee on the bathmat. The little fella has been peeing in all manner of places that aren’t his litter box as of late (including my suitcase). I know he knows HOW to use the litter box because he uses it for everything else. I’ve also seen him pee in it. But not lately. I think he might be trying to tell us something, either about his health or about his mental state. He has a vet appointment next Saturday. Hopefully, he won’t ruin anymore of my stuff before then.
After the errands, and a brief moment of being sucked into watching the trainwreck that is “The Other Sister” on TV, I headed over to meet Faye so that we could shop for our Halloween costumes (which are going to be VERY awesome). We spent way more time at Value Village than a person should, and then topped it off with a trip to Crossroads (where I completed my costume). Faye is still working on hers but I’m confident that it will come together brilliantly. Possibly our best costumes since we’ve been costuming together…to wear to what may be the best Halloween Party in recent years. Can’t wait!
Sherrard, we didn’t see anything for your costume, but we will be on the lookout!

After Crossroads, I went to buy a new bathmat, and Faye and I wandered around the Uber QFC wondering if we should cook or go to a restaurant. We finally decided to go to the Wok and Grill, and I’m certain that it was the best decision. We highly recommend the string beans in garlic sauce which are undoubtedly cooked using the rare crack variety of string bean.

After our bean and appetizer feast, we ambled back to Faye’s to digest before watching this week’s horror film. Faye and I had been craving cigars, so I bought a pack of Blackwoods and we smoked them on her porch while listening to the CD of 70’s and 80’s love ballads that Elyse made for me. FANtastic.

After Borgia arrived, and we put in “The Hills Have Eyes”. This is one of those movies that everyone and their dog seem to put on their top ten horror movies list. And, you know, it wasn’t that bad…until the end where it just…ENDS with no warning or dénouement. It was entirely abrupt and frustrating. Borgia checked IMDB to see if, maybe, they were shooting IN sequence and ran out of money at precisely that point, but he could find no such evidence. It just ends right in the middle of a scene. Weird. Ok.

And then it was time to pick up Dom from the airport! We foolishly didn’t check arrival times before leaving so we didn’t know that the flight was delayed, apparently due to quite a bit of turbulence. Fun for Dom! When we finally picked him up, Faye and I at least, were pretty beat, so she dropped me and Dom off at home.

Sunday

Spent most of the day watching TV on account of a UTI. Lovely. At least I’m all caught up on my Smallville (two seconds of screen time does not, a James Marsters guest appearance make) and as caught up as once can be on Battlestar Galactica (which, I realized while watching Lost recently, may have its problems, but it’s definitely the best scripted drama on TV right now). Faye, I have some VCD’s for you to borrow.

October 10, 2005
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so fly by sport works

WEEKEND RECAP

I realize this is very late indeed, but, to be honest, last weekend wasn’t terribly interesting. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed most of my escapades, but they just weren’t really blog-worthy (whatever that means). However, my southern upbringing compels me to uphold tradition. And, as such, I will recap an uninteresting weekend with my usual verbosity.

FRIDAY

Faye and I begun our evening at the Six Arms. She drank beer and I, overpriced wine. Not to worry, though. I had a water bottle full of the stuff on my bag, so I didn’t need to buy more than two glasses. After we left the Six Arms, we decided to stop at Faye’s old local shopping establishment “The Ghetto Mart” to buy a quickie cheapie to drink in Hobo Park. Unfortunately, Hobo Park was closed, so we instead found a nice set of stairs at the top of a “Local Access” walkway. We two adult women walk by with sleeping bags, apparently on their way to a slumber party? We saw a guy trying to jump a fence from the inside (an escaped patient from a hospital?), and we “met” two fellows from the suburbs who were HAMMERED and also on their way to see Tom Lycus (sp?) at the Paramount. We gave them directions and then they invited us to join them at the Salmon Days festival the next day. “We don’t get girls like you in [wherever they said they were from]”. We took this to mean that not many girls in their particular suburb sit on stairs drinking on Friday nights. And sure that they are correct about that.

After we finished our drinks, we headed to the Meridian. We were 2 hours early. There was a line, but it was pretty short. Faye and I sat down to wait and were joined later by Dusty, Ben and a fellow called Ian (hey! I remembered someone’s name) who I learned was training to be a cop. I learned this after making a slightly disparaging comment about cops. Go me! Ben and Ian decided that we could hold their place in line while they went to get a drink.

Around 9:50, the line had grown exponentially. The theatre staff, not having any idea how to handle the type of opening-night fanaticism usually reserved for the Cinerama or Pacific Place, decided that the best course of action for dealing with an orderly line would be to instruct everyone to bunch forward and form and orderly blob. Nice work, guys. The geeks were the picture of politeness, however, and everyone found their seats in pretty much the order of their arrival.

We found our seats and awaited the start of the film. I, for one, was nervous. I have faith in the Whedon, but I’ve also been burned on plenty an occasion.
SPOILER ALERT
I have to say that the second Mal mercy killed a man who was about to be eaten by Reavers, I knew Joss wasn’t going to let me down. By the third act, I couldn’t close my mouth. Now, that asshole on the bus had indicated to me that someone was going to die. When Book bit it, I thought that was it. Of course I was sad about Book. But I did NOT see what happened to Wash coming. Never in a million years. When Wash was impaled, I earnestly placed my hand to my mouth in shock, which is something I never thought I would do. I was incapable of removing it for quite some time after that. I also grabbed for Faye’s hand as Kaylee and Simon were shot within seconds of each other. At that point, I had NO IDEA what was going to happen and I was terrified. I know Faye was feeling it too. After the movie there was naught to do but go home. On our way up the hill, Faye and I talked about the genius of Whedon. And his tendency to kill the characters who are the most pure of heart RIGHT when you least expect it. We hearkened back to Tara and how shocking THAT had been. And Xander leaving Anya? Good lord. Faye and I were messed up for weeks about that. We’d even made CUPCAKES for the goddamned wedding. He must have some sort of Faustian deal going because that kind of talent doesn’t seem natural.
END SPOILERS

SATURDAY

It’s office moving day! No human being should be required to wake up on Saturday morning to move their office, but I was. It was 7:30 and the copious CHEAP wine from the night before was taking its toll. I decided to take an experimental puff or two to quell the nausea, lest I begin the day by vomiting all over my co-workers. Granted, I have the urge to do that even when I’m not hung over.
We met at Starbucks at 8 for breakfast on the company. An eggs Florentine sandwich and coffee was just the thing to help me through the next few hours of…watching dudes move our stuff. We’d hired movers and, since we’d already packed everything, there really wasn’t anything for any of us to do till they were done. I definitely appreciated everyone coming out though. They could have easily just said “you handle it”. In fact, I’m surprised they didn’t. So I spent my Saturday hanging out with my co-workers while movers hauled things away around us. Actually, let me clarify that. Boss Man ended up conveniently out of town that weekend. Lil’ D “had to leave” at 11. So it was me, the nice intern and The Other One. Our tech guy was also there because he thought he would be able to get a jump start on setting up our server. But of course the data people hadn’t actually finished their job, so there was nothing for any of us to do. At 1:00, we went to get lunch at Fado. We came back at 2 and they were almost done. I got home around 3.

I intended to take a nap, but I just couldn’t fall asleep. So I just watched some TV and putzed around the apartment until 7:30 when Faye and Dusty came over to watch House of 1000 Corpses. Halloween being our favorite holiday, Faye and I have developed an annual October tradition of watching one good horror movie every weekend in October. Since most people we know actually HATE House of 1000 Corpses, it was just the three of us die-hard Zombie-ites. And it was every bit as entertaining as we remember it to be. Sure, it has its flaws. But it’s funny and gory and Mosely and Haig are AWESOME. After the movie, Dusty left and Borgia came over, but by that time I was pretty much ready for bed.

SUNDAY

I did pretty much nothing. Just went to the grocery store, and looked around the apartment for stuff I could sell for cash. If we’re going to be taking impromptu trips to L.A. (at least I hope we’re going to) I needs tha cash. Anybody know what the requirements are for selling your eggs?

October 6, 2005
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appetite for specials impelled

WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

Kayobi kindly picked us (The Troika) up at 6:00 and we sped off to the airport, going by the adage that you should arrive two hours early for a flight. I guess not many people fly on Fridays because we were checked in and through security in 10 minutes. That left us with quite a lot of time to kill. Ben found us after a while. Dom stayed put at the gate. I had a few drinks at the airport bar. Meep wasn’t feeling well, but eventually she got a beer which she couldn’t finish.

The flight was uneventful, unless you count Meep coming up with new nicknames for us. Danish, Spine and Chupacabra. I’ll leave you to guess who’s who.

Jacob picked us up and we crammed into his BMW. We got a little lost on the way to Inglewood where we were staying with Beth, an old friend of Dom’s. Beth was going out for the evening. We were too tired so we decided to tuck in for the night. Ben took the small couch, Meep, the large (not sure why) and Dom and I padded the hardwood floor with blankets. We met Beth’s sweet pit bull, Lizzie. She was uneasy at first (she’s not fond of guys), but eventually, she warmed up to all of us. We watched a little TV on Beth’s ridiculously huge wide screen HD and then tried to get some sleep. It wasn’t easy. There was a loud party going on till about 4 in the morning. On top of that, both Ben and Lizzie snore. It doesn’t help that Meep, Dom and I are 3 of the lightest sleepers in the world. In the middle of the night, Ben went upstairs to sleep in Beth’s empty bed (she invited us too), and I took Ben’s place on the couch. It was too late though. My back was already well and truly fucked from the hardwood floor. I don’t know how Dom did it.

SATURDAY

We woke up around 8 because the rest of the apartment complex was also awake. We were meant to meet Mark at his house at 10, but Jacob was late picking us up and we also stopped to get breakfast. We got there at 10:30. Mark lives right around the corner from The Viper Room and the Whiskey A-Go-Go in a nice little two-story bungalow that was once inhabited by Tom Sizemore. It’s a very cute place, tastefully decorated and comes complete with a breakfast nook. We briefly met Mark’s wife who wasn’t feeling well and seemed a bit unhappy having 6 strangers in her house on a Saturday morning. Sorry! Mark took us on a pleasant walk around West Hollywood, showing us where Sal Mineo died, where Marilyn Monroe once lived with Sally Winters, where Betty Davis once lived, among others. I find it ridiculous how NOT conducive to walking L.A. is when everyone there is supposedly into health and fitness. We got so many weird looks walking around. Furthermore, the sidewalks barely fit two people across. This is reason number 6 why I’m not in a hurry to move to L.A. I hate spending all my time riding around in cars. It feels counterproductive. I don’t know why riding the bus doesn’t. I’m just more suited to public transport, I guess.

Anyway, after our walk, we went to a veggie friendly place called the Newsroom, where I had possible the BEST vegetarian chicken yet. They were little “chicken” drumsticks smothered in BBQ sauce, laying on a pile of creamy mashed potatoes. They even went so far as to put wooden sticks in the drumsticks for authenticity’s sake. Wonderful. Now if only they can make vegetarian southern-style fried chicken, and veggie battered shrimp, I’ll want for nothing in the meat world.

Next we went to Ralph’s to get a box of band-aids for Meep, who was suffering from blisters. Ben and Dom went back in to get a bottle of water, and the rest of us were treated to some A-Class people-watching. It’s AMAZING what people in L.A. wear to the grocery store. “This is my casual, domestic errand coteur”.

We still had a couple hours before we had to be anywhere, so we went to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery to check out the graves of the rich of famous. I was surprised how many plots were marked for people who hadn’t died yet. There were also a few tributes to people who weren’t actually buried there. One such tribute was to Joey Ramone. The statue’s base sported quotes from Eddie Vedder, Rob Zombie, Joey’s wife, Vincent Gallo and John Frusciante.

Mark took his leave of us, and we went to Raleigh Studios where they were holding the festival. It was kind of exciting having to sign in and get a pass to enter a studio lot. We walked past several trailers, and a miniature horse before finding the theatre where we saw a feature called “Death By Engagement”. It was produced by a friend of Dom’s. The theatre itself was VERY nice. Cushy seats with high backs, and a big, beautiful screen. I imagine this is where many an important director watches dailies.

After the movie, we met Heidi Martinuzzi, a prominent figure in the horror world. We had been in correspondence for some time but had never met. (She was responsible for setting up our first ever interview!) She gave Snow Day a good review and has been very helpful with promoting our film. She’s also honest and fun. I haven’t met that many “L.A. Types” yet, but something tells me. She’s atypical. She also reminded all of us a little of Ahe. We all went to get dinner at a Mexican place called Lucy’s after the movie. It was overpriced and mediocre. Also, when I ordered a Margarita, the waiter thought I wanted a plate of guacamole. What? We did spot Eva Mendes though. Why any self-respecting Latina would eat that crappy food, I have no idea.

Heidi and her friend Zach took their leave of us after dinner. Mark made several suggestions for bars to visit. We settled on a place called The Three of Clubs. He said it was quiet and had nice booths. He hadn’t been there in several years, however. When we arrived, we walked into a silent room that was also freezing cold. We make an awkward exit about 5 minutes later, and headed to The Abbey, back by Mark’s place. The Abbey is a HUUUUUUUUGE gay bar. The place is like a maze. It was really cool when we first got there. Plenty of seating, fun music, and heat lamps outside. As it started to fill up, however, it became unpleasant. It was impossible to get a drink if you didn’t have a penis. Meep and I were blatantly ignored at the bar. We were also cock-blocked by an inconsiderate couple who decided to stay at the bar and have their drinks after they ordered them. Hello! This is where people order. There weren’t even SEATS. Mark took his leave of us early and we were joined by The Brunswicks and Beth. Because it was so difficult to get served, it was about an hour between drinks for me. That kept me awake but also very sober.

Eventually, Roxy, Meep and I had to go to the bathroom. This is the first time I’ve ever been somewhere that the line for the men’s room was longer than the line for the women’s. However, BOTH lines were RIDICULOUSLY long. There were only two stalls and the line was barely moving. It took us about 45 minutes to get in there.

Meanwhile, Meep gave up and she and Ben took a cab back to Inglewood. The rest of us drove off in search of food, apart from Jacob who stayed on to wait for friends. I had barely touched my crappy Mexican food so I was pretty hungry. As we got into the Brunswick’s car, some meatheads who had just parked asked us where we’d been hanging out. I told them “The Abbey”. “The Abbey?,” they said. “Were there a lot of GAY people there?” Rocko, quick on his feet, responded “No, it’s great. You’ll love it.”

We attempted to eat at Pink’s, but the line was long. I guess it’s an L.A. tradition to wait in that line, but we weren’t in the mood, and Dom and I erroneously thought they didn’t have veggie dogs. Instead we went to Astro Burger which DID have veggie dogs. We stuffed our faces and then called it a night.

SUNDAY

Once again, Jacob was late picking us up and once again we got lost. Lost in Beverly Hills. Cue the Fresh Prince theme song. Sorry, Mark, for being late BOTH times we were to meet you. Eventually, we found our way to (a different) Astro Burger for lunch. This place has a HUGE vegetarian menu!!! I will welcome my next trip to L.A. just to eat there again. I got a “ham” and egg sammy. Meep got a “rib” sammy. Their fries were also super delicious. I know I’m talking a lot about food, but it’s very difficult to get good fake meat in Seattle so it’s very exciting for me.

Anywhosel, off to Raleigh Studios again for our screening! We were one of 4 shorts that played, and the ONLY comedy. I kind of feel like they should have played ours last because right after the laugh riot that is Snow Day, they played a very long serious and arty “short”. It was very exciting to see our movie on that screen. It was also exciting to hear so many laughs. And in all the right places. Horror audiences get it, man. Awesome.

After the movie, we schmoozed in the parking lot. After roasting in the hot sun for a little while, Mark said goodbye to us. Thanks Mark, for spending so much time with us. I’m sorry your wife couldn’t join us.

Eventually, the party broke up. Meep, Ben and I still had some time before our flight so we went shopping. Meep and I dropped some cash at Golden Apple Comics. Then we got some Thai food.

The flight home was uneventful as well, apart from the fact that Ben saw someone he knew on the plane. We can’t go anywhere without him running into someone he knows. The man is famous already.

And thus, our trip to L.A. was at an end. But Dom’s was just beginning. I’m sure we’ll have to be going back to L.A. soon and often, but it was great to come back home to Seattle. Please, god, don’t make us move to L.A.

Photos forthcoming.

September 27, 2005
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why put off

Weekend recap tomorrow. Today I am very tired and a little depressed. I'm hoping the depression is mostly to do with being tired. I have a feeling it's a combo punch of the following:

#1 -Having spent the weekend doing what I want to do for a living and then coming back to this job. It's probably mostly this.
#2 -Having heard that a good friend of mine wants to move away, and feeling a little Fox and the Hound about it.
#3 -Missing Dom. Yes, I know we've only been apart for a day, but the empty apartment was kinda eerie last night and Marilyn didn't even meow at me once. If you know Marilyn, you know that is creepy.
#4 -Having to pack up the office for our move this weekend (yes, this WEEKEND. I have to spend my Saturday doing that.) and, as of yet, I've had nobody help me. See also #1.

Sorry about the whinging.

September 26, 2005
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Awesome Meeddi cations

I don’t really know what the criteria are for this meme. So I’ll just respond to Ben’s post with what each of his anecdotes made me think of in relation to myself.

1. All of my teeth are mine and cavity free. I have unusually healthy teeth, especially compared to how the rest of my body is falling apart.
2. On my right cheek, I have a small indentation from an accident when I was 2. And by accident, I mean I was a headstrong toddler who lacked common sense. I was in my little walker thingy (what do you calls those chairs with the Flintstone-style foot holes that have a tray on the front for making a mess with food?), and I wanted to get into the kitchen where my mom was. She was behind a swinging door that swung out. I understood the concept of a swinging door, but not that it only swung one way. So I tried a few times to push my way through the door to no avail. Thinking that I only needed to add a little force, I backed up and prepared to ram the thing. The whole time, I was clutching my favorite, engraved metal cup in my fist. I got as much momentum as I could and charged the door. Just as I was about to make impact, my mother, having heard the banging on the door, swung it open to see what was going on. The force propelled me backwards into the wall. My fall was cushioned by the walker, but since I was clutching the metal cup, I jabbed myself in the cheek with the edge of the cup, thus splitting my face open and scaring the living shit out of my mother. Not much has changed regarding the way I do business.
3. I was born with black hair. It later lightened to almost blonde.
4. The summer of my 14th year, at Hippie Camp, I finally received my first kiss. It was during a game of spin the bottle. The boy, Daniel, was an unwilling participant. He showed open disgust for having to kiss me. I didn’t even like him but he really hurt my feelings. I thought it meant that no one would ever want to kiss me. Two days later, I was proven wrong by a cute, curly-haired Sk8-er Boi named Robert. He took me into the dark woods during the square dance and told me I was beautiful. He became my boyfriend for a week until I broke up with him for unapologetically giving me poison ivy (on my neck). We made up on the last day of camp, but by then, of course, it was too late and he shipped off back to Florida. Ah fleeting summer camp romances.
5. I am allergic to mold, but I love the stinky cheeses.
6. The thought of getting nipples pierced makes me cringe in, what I imagine to be a manner similar to when boys see other boys get kicked in the nuts.
7. There are a few people in my life that I regret having never punched.
8. At different times in my youth, I forayed into the following extra-curricular activities: ballet, “jazz” dance, Aikido, tennis, golf, acting and ballroom dancing. I am incapable of doing any of those things today.
9. I sometimes get road rage just by being in the passenger seat of a car. This is a good reason for me to never again get behind the wheel.
10. None of my non-surgical scars have cool stories even though one of them actually begins “I was drunk…”
11. It took me 3 years to get over an ex that I dated for two.
12. From age 12-16, I attended a summer camp based on the teachings of Edgar Casey. I lovingly refer to it as Hippie Camp.
13. On New Years Eve, 1994, I accidentally kicked a hole into a hallway wall of the Virginia Beach Ramada. I was neither drunk nor angry. I just got overly excited “sparring” with my friend. We immediately ran back to our room and hid for the rest of the night. I never did get caught.
14. Faye and I were both stalked by the same guy. He called looking for me, and Faye answered the phone. After that, the scary messages he left at 1:30 in the morning were addressed to both of us.
15. The only altercation I’ve had with police, besides during protests, is last year when Jacob and I and some friends from Tacoma got thrown out of Volunteer Park at 2 in the morning.
16. The only animals I’m truly afraid of are fire ants.
17. In high school, I was a victim of gay-bashing. Only in the south can you get gay-bashed on the unfounded suspicion of being gay.
18. In 6th grade, I played the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. The only reason I got a lead role is because there were 10 people in my class, and most of the other kids were burnouts.
19. I often wonder if I would have been “counterculture” in high school if I’d gone to public school and been able to drop under the radar.
20. The knee condition that I was born with (which subsequently lead to surgery), is allegedly related to evolution. According to my doctor, my knee caps were attached to the wrong muscle for creatures that stand erect, but not for creatures that stand on all fours. FREAK!

September 20, 2005
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him, and very solemnly,

This is funny. Last week, after Boss Man let me stew over the prospect of not getting a receptionist for a few days, he called me into his office. I won’t bore you with too much of the details, but the gist is that he realized that the Lil’est Dictator DOESN’T DO ANYTHING while the rest of us are really really busy. He decided to examine why that is and how to fix it. His solution: Give her half of my clients. She was pretty pissed about this prospect at first. I guess she said she would NOT be demoted. But he shut her up by saying that she was the loudest proponent for not getting a receptionist. And that if we aren’t going to get one, than we have to re-distribute the work so to give me a break. He also told me that we still WOULD get a receptionist, but that it wouldn’t be until we were more settled. I can see his point on this matter. We’re in the process of a company split and a new name, as well as a move. It would be weird to hire someone now when we can’t even tell them what we’re going to be like in 3 months. He projected that January would hopefully see smoother times for us. He also said several times that since this new position for Lil’ D. is designed to help me out, that if I find myself with more work, I should let him know immediately. In other words, “if she delegates her work to you, I will put a stop to it.” Thank Christ for that! He also said that he appreciated my positive, can-do attitude, and the fact that no matter WHAT he gives me, I agree to do it without argument. He said he wished that everyone behaved that way. He also said that I have been an integral part in the success of the company and he is very glad to have me on board. It’s wonderful to be appreciated. I just wish that these things would come up in meetings. It would have been nice to have had him stand up for me at my birthday lunch instead of in the privacy of his office. Maybe then Lil’ D. would finally show me some fucking respect. Oh well. It’s better than nothing, I suppose.

September 19, 2005
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