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Laid off at work. Saw it coming, though. Just as well; my health hasn't been as stable as I thought it'd be, and it's not worth it to me or them to keep missing so much work (never mind that they barely have any work for my former department to do anymore). Oh well, onwards and upwards. Or sideways.

Two worthwhile links:
  1. Pictures of an abandoned incinerating factory in Kharkov, Ukraine (from industrial). Oooh, post-apocalyptic!
  2. What would Pac-Man look like if he were a samurai? Awesome piece of art I saw this morning (and am ordering a print of it, hell yes!).
And that's it. Fighting the cigarettes and trying to finally get some stuff taken care of with the house (I think a year is long enough to mourn, yeah?).

Oh, and unrelated: I finally watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, and Hugo Weaving needs to dress in drag more often. That's all I'm sayin'.

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Current Wherever: the couch
Feels: okay okay

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meme from kalyx:

Go here and keep hitting random quotes until you get five that resonate with you, and post them to your journal.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
      William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
      D. H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
      Kurt Vonnegut (1922 - 2007)

The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
      Havelock Ellis (1859 - 1939)

I have come to the conclusion that my subjective account of my motivation is largely mythical on almost all occasions. I don't know why I do things.
      J. B. S. Haldane (1892 - 1964)

Feels: morose morose
Sounds: Needle Sharing - Nordic Rampage

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There's a rash of new accounts being created with the sole purpose of adding random people and making posts containing shady "free music downloads" and "free movie downloads" URLs, including a "" site, which showed up on Google as possibly harmful.

Just a warning if you find yourself being added by some random schmuck. According to Google, there's 1600+ accounts on LJ with that parisrocks URL.

I submitted an Abuse report on this just a few minutes ago too.

Feels: irritated irritated
Sounds: R.E.M. - Monty Got A Raw Deal

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Check this out:

Click the picture to go to the artist's blog, where he's selling that one and a bunch of other neat comic-book art. Very Mike Mignola-ish, I dig it.

(The artist is the same guy who did the Watchmen/Peanuts one-shot, if you've seen that. I've never read Watchmen, but from what I've seen of Rorschach, I probably should read it. Looks cool. And I guess they're making a movie of it too. I'm so far out of the loop on comics, but I still know what I like, hurrr de durrr.)

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Feels: blah blah
Sounds: Abney Park - Stigmata Martyr

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Apologies to those of you who did, and I'm sure you're stronger for it.

The South Florida Sun-Sentinel asks: Worst Album Cover Ever?

So far this one has my vote:


(Okay, some of these are WAY WORSE, just so you know. Still making my way through the entire list.)

Feels: scared scared
Sounds: Dead Hollywood Stars - Dreamland's Burning (Fnga Mix)

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First, the bad news. Remember those kids in Texas? The polygamy sect? Texas' Supreme Court came through like the shining beacons of wisdom they are and said to send the kids back. *headdesk* Guess it wasn't "cult-like" enough, huh?

Now, the good news. Two of the interweb's coolest guys, Wil "Wesley Fucking Crusher" Wheaton and Neil "I'm The Nicest Creepy Motherfucker You'll Ever Meet" Gaiman, had two back-to-back posts that made me cheer from deep inside my Southern California military compound.

1. Mister Wheaton goes to see Elvis Costello and the Police in Hollywood the other night. Some silly bitch is gabbling on her cell phone about how great Sting sounds -- the real-life equivalent of commenters on Youtube quoting the same fucking video their comments are attached to -- and annoying the hell out of Mister Wheaton, who
snapped. Before I knew it, I said, "Hey! I don't want to listen to your fucking phone calls. I want to listen to the Police."

Her eyes widened, like she wasn't used to people standing up to her.

Did I mention that she was probably in her mid-40s? Yeah, that's important. She was absolutely old enough to know better.

"WHAT?" She said.

"I paid sixty dollars to listen to The Police, not to listen to you."

"Well I paid seventy," she said, petulantly.

"So that makes it okay for you to be an inconsiderate asshole?" I said.
In case you missed the relevance of this... Someone was told to shut the fuck up by WESLEY CRUSHER. AWESOME.

2. Neil Gaiman addresses the millions of voices crying out in fannish pantswetting squirrel-on-meth excitement over the rumor that he'll be writing a future episode of Doctor Who:
I see from the internets that Rich Johnston's carefully worded "Well, Neil and Steven Moffat had dinner, and Neil hasn't said no, but there's many slip between cup and lip..." thingummy on his rumour site became "It's an open secret that..." when it was reported on Aint It Cool News and that's now transmuted into "OMG NEIL IS WRITING DOCTOR WHO BEST NEWS EVER" on the next round of news sites, and most of my mail today (except for the one from the young man who wants to know how to get out of doing military service, which just left me flashing on the last part of Blackadder Goes Forth) is asking why I haven't told everyone all about it...

Look, if it ever gets to the point where I know that I'm actually, definitely, for certain, writing an episode of
Doctor Who, I'll post it here. In big red letters. Or green. You'll know when it happens, trust me. I may even get Maddy to write the entry for me, and include photographs of cats doing amusing things in it. It'll be a proper blog post. Promise.
This was after he deleted what he was originally going to write, which was "Right, then. Will you PLEASE shut the hell up for two seconds?" But then he realized that he was Neil Gaiman, and rewrote it to sound more like the ridiculously polite, funny, creepy guy we all know and love.

Sometimes the internets are pretty cool, you have to admit.

Feels: good all right
Sounds: Nine Inch Nails - I'm Looking Forward To Joining You, Finally

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This much:


Feels: thoughtful thoughtful
Sounds: Joy Division - Day Of The Lords

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There's something to be said for a U.S. holiday meant to acknowledge the sacrifices of soldiers that is usually spent getting bargains at department stores. Oh wait, that's what we do with every holiday, isn't it?

Okay, maybe that's too cynical.

Still, being the current generation of a family whose fathers and grandfathers have all been in the armed forces, I get a little upset during this holiday. I will never believe that war is ever the right answer; unfortunately, it is and has been an answer — sometimes thankfully not the first answer — throughout history, and history is neither right nor wrong. It just is. Although you could probably make a case for the last eight years... but, you know, "bring 'em on", "mission accomplished", nu-cul-ar, golf, etc.

Things worth reading in between hamburgers and beer:

"Memo to America: BY THE WAY, WAR.

It's funny how things change over time. It used to be that Memorial Day was set aside to remember all the soldiers that died in our past wars, and pretend all those wars were justified. Now, it's a time we've set aside to actually remember that we're at war. In two countries. So far."
Global War on Terrorism casualties from 2001 to 2008 (.pdf file) from Funny how when you haven't seen the phrase "Operation Enduring Freedom" in a while, you realize you've forgotten to keep up with Get Your War On.

Finally, from the History News Network, A Day for Remembering -- and Accepting Responsibility, an article about Lt. Gen Lucian K. Truscott, Jr., who gave a speech in Italy back on Memorial Day, 1945.
"In his heavy rasp, Truscott told the dead men that he was sorry for what he had done. He said that leaders all tell themselves that deaths in war aren't their fault, that such carnage is inevitable. Deep down, though, if they're honest with themselves, he said, commanders and politicians know it's not true. Truscott admitted he had made mistakes, perhaps many.

Then he asked the dead to forgive him. He was requesting the impossible, he knew, but he needed to ask anyway.

Finally, Truscott debunked the idea that there was glory in dying for one's country. He saw nothing glorious about men in their teens and twenties getting killed, he said. He then promised the men buried at Nettuno that if he ever ran into anybody who spoke of the glorious war dead, he would 'straighten them out.' 'It is the least I can do,' he concluded."
For those of you who have served and who are serving in the military, thank you for your sacrifices. Thank you for doing what the rest of us are too weak, too selfish or too afraid to do.

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Feels: pensive somber
Sounds: Velvet Acid Christ - Thought Criminal

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But what the hell, I'll do it again (thanks, starcat_jewel).

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Feels: awake caffeinated
Sounds: Mlada Fronta - XB-33

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Watch out for something 'Zinaps Anti-Spyware' folks. It's a virus that nailed me just now. Not sure how I got it yet.

ETA: Found it, in the process of fixing it. Figured out how I got it: was looking for a transcript of a House episode, and found it on a site called "". There was something else right after that in my Firefox history from a "" site. The end of the URL (a "secure.cgi?" file) was a short string of gobbledygook. The same string is in an .ini file in one of the Zinaps folder that ended up on my computer.

Be advised to block both sites in whatever browser you're using.

Bleah, fucking assholes.
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You heard right! Not one, but two incredibly fantastic and stylish New Thangs™ for you, yes you, to "check out" today!
  1. The Warrior Queen of Awesomeland herself, porcelain72, has joined forces with your humble narrator in a new blog over at Wordpress called Deadly Stealth Frogs, where we shall tackle all sorts of fun topics together and hopefully make a good point once in a while. Or piss people off, that works too. Seriously, though, it's something we've wanted to do for a while, so please do check it out when you get a chance. There's an LJ feed at dsf_rss for your convenience.

    We're still getting used to Wordpress, so if you spot anything that seems wonky or whatever, please let us know. And feel free to send gifts, money and/or point and laugh!

  2. I also want to take a moment to pimp out my friend Doug's webcomic, Evol Clock.

    Doug is a master of the surreal and wacky humor, and I'm glad he's finally putting it to good use. As opposed to antagonizing midgets or something. Anyway, check it out. I highly recommend the blues legend of Melvin (starting at this comic).
You all have a LOVELY weekend now. :)

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Current Wherever: San Diego, where it's actually RAINING, holy crap!
Feels: excited excited
Sounds: The Cure - World In My Eyes

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I'm amused that nine ten of you picked "Or what?" on the last question of that poll. Thanks for the giggle. :)

Feels: okay okay
Sounds: Stromkern - Terrorist

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Bumper sticker du jour: It'll be a great day when our schools have all the money they need and the air force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber.
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Poll #1191136 Random poll is random!

You're using a strange bathroom. The toilet paper roll is put on the dispenser so the new sheet hangs down the back. This:

is normal.
bothers me.
forces me to take it off and put it back on the right way.
drives me to drink.

Does it take effort to say the word "effortlessly"?

You bastard.

Possible response:

Or what?
Go away
Please come back later
Fuck you, asshole
Fuck you

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Feels: silly random
Sounds: The Dresden Dolls - Half Jack

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Informative and thoughtful article in the wake of California's lifting the gay marriage ban: Thinking About California. Maybe Gonna Get Married. (NY Times)
"...We have been carefully building a marriage inside our filing cabinet. There, we have a New York City domestic partnership certificate and the papers for the house and everything else we own together. We have wills, powers of attorney and medical directives. We also have the attorneys’ bills. The tab is close to $10,000."
Can we institute a ban on all the Focus on the Family-type right-wingers opening their mouths except to breathe? Because I am not looking forward to the puling or the hand-wringing that's on its way in November. Maybe just prohibit them from communicating in any way except charades, how about that?


Feels: hungry hungry

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I love getting letters from a "Warranty Division" located somewhere in Illinois, telling me excitedly that my car's warranty "has expired or is about to expire" and I should call them so I can get an "affordable extended warranty" immediately! With bold words and all-caps urgency! I especially love that they don't even try to identify themselves as anyone having anything to do at all with Volkswagen. Seriously, the address just says "Warranty Division". No company name or anything. Just a warranty division. *snort*

At the bottom, this one says THIS IS THE FINAL NOTIFICATION YOU WILL RECEIVE FROM THIS DEPARTMENT. SRSLY? Come on, don't fuck with me. Are you serious about that? Like, rilly rilly? Please die, kthnx.

Feels: good pretty good
Sounds: Synapscape - Girl Of The Week

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Whoa, man... Did the cats slip something in my water last night? I just woke up from two very cool things: 1) a decent night's sleep, which blows my mind because I had 2) one of the most awesome sequence of dreams I can remember having.

It's still pretty fresh in my mind so, let me try to jot it down before I forget the salient points...
  • Started off with a dad and his two kids playing on the side of a grass-and-rock-covered mountain, like the Alps if they weren't covered with snow all the time, really pretty.

  • Cut to way down at the base of the mountain where it's like the Lost World: dinosaurs! Oh no! Suddenly one big mean allosaurus sees them, and starts clambering up the side of the mountain for a tasty snack of hooman. I should note that I was NOWHERE for this entire bit; it was just like a huge Michael Bay movie playing in my head. So this dinosaur is trudging up the side of the mountain for lunch, and our unfortunate humans see him. "Quick, kids, hide in here!" the dad yells, and there's an opening in the rocks of the mountain, so they scramble in there. At this point I think the dad disappears. Probably got munched.

  • Now for some reason there's only one kid: a little girl. And she's trapped inside the mountain, in an old mine car with... Madonna. I DON'T KNOW EITHER, okay? Anyway, this was Actress Madonna, not Singer Madonna, so she was pretty normal, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. So they're both in this mine car, there's a huge ruckus outside and they're huddling there... they figure, well, we need to get out of the mountain, so they start getting the mine car to move along the track (I don't remember how), and this works pretty well because pretty soon they're picking up speed, but they seem to be going up instead of the preferred down.

  • The tunnel brightens suddenly and OH NO! They're about to come out of an opening in the mountain where the tracks are all mangled like it was an explosion that took out the mine tunnel and the opening is right above the still-hungry dino! Actress Madonna thinks fast and yanks on the brake lever (yes, this was obviously inspired by Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom) and they come to a screeching halt right on the edge, and it's a really long drop and the dinosaur and Madonna (?!) and and and... they're teetering and the lip of the smashed tunnel and tracks is creaking and moaning under the age and weight and oh my God, and...

  • Cut to an intergalactic travel sequence. Maybe something happened before this but I can't remember. Anyway... this was like the "jump" sequence from Stargate and Contact put together, rolled up in a huge joint, sprinkled with amphetamines, dipped in a big bowl of sauce made from pure LSD, and then EATEN. There were galaxies pulsing with radioactive energy, huge stars, black holes, quasars, gigantic radiant nebulae, all in Super-3D-Vision with colors and apparently the music of the spheres had hired Prodigy to write some songs for them. All while whirling and veering around at breakneck speeds. FUCKING AWESOME.

  • Suddenly it ends, and now I'm in the dream in a first-person view (as opposed to helplessly watching myself be an idiot). I'm in a kind of decompression area for newly arrived travelers. I'm with a group of other people, none of whom I recognize except spanglo. Also there was an odd girl there who was quickly very obviously an android. So we all get ushered down this hallway leading to the outside, and then at the end of the hallway which opens out into a vaguely Arabian town there's a sort of "decontamination" machine that looks like a huge salon-type sit-in-a-chair-and-read-a-Redbook hair-dryer. One by one we go through it, and for some reason I totally ignore it until it's my turn. I get under there, and the two terminally-bored guys who are manning the thing (from what looks like a DJ booth) look at me, I look at them, and they turn it on, which is basically just a huge overhead sprinkler system. I get drenched (and here I have to stop to explain something: in real life, I wear a hearing aid in my left ear. I am usually not amused by being sprayed with lots of water) and I instinctively go to cover my ear when I realize I'm not wearing anything. So I just stand there and enjoy it. They shoo me out.

  • The impromptu shower was actually a really good idea, because it's so hot in this town we all dry off in a couple minutes. I faintly remember talking to the rest of the people, and getting really annoyed with the girl android who acts a lot like Lore from Star Trek: the Next Generation. Really a pain in the fucking ass. Smarmy and sarcastic, but all while maintaining that infuriating "I am really just a machine so why are you getting upset at me?" act. So instead I purchase a drink from a vendor. It's some kind of soda analogue, and looks like Mountain Dew, but tastes absolutely unremarkable. I drink a little of it, then wonder why I'm bothering. (Because it's hot, sure, but it's a dry heat!) So instead I get into a conversation with spanglo about something, and he's also drinking some soda thing that he's not terribly pleased with. So he chucks it into a trash receptacle (which is a regular trash can with a hole cut into the top of the lid, which is exactly what we have in the break room at work for recyclables) and nails it, goes straight in. I'm terribly impressed by this, so I try to do the same and miss. Oh well.

  • Abruptly the group of people split up, or we ditch them (and that ridiculous bitch of a robot) and end up going deeper into the town. The buildings are closer together with a religious look about them. Suddenly we see a bunch of darkly-clad, athletic Asian women come around a corner and approach a small nondescript one-story building which gives off a vaguely ominous vibe. They group around the door and after a minute or two freak out and get way back from it, all of them igniting blue lightsabers all at once. Then they all see the two of us and retreat around the corner they came from. So, like IDIOTS, we go up to the building ourselves. The weird vibe is curiously gone. We're like, well, fuck it, why not... so we push open the big, heavy wooden double doors and go in and we're in a long, old-feeling room with no lights except from the frosted (either they're frosted or they're REALLY scratched up) windows. There's a big, long wooden table with a bunch of wooden chairs... it looks a little like a medieval banquet room. Other than us, totally empty. Then things start to feel very, very wrong, and the weird vibe comes back with a bang, only now it's decidedly a "Oh, you stupid sons of bitches" vibe. We turn around and try to open the doors again but they won't budge, and pretty soon there's a warm, yet utterly cold, light that fills my vision with my hand straining on the door handle.

  • Then it stops, reality kind of twitches, and we're someplace different, and it nonchalantly occurs to us both at the same time: oh, we're dead. But this doesn't seem to bother either of us. We look around and we're still in a room, only a different one, much smaller with stone walls. And there is a big object against a wall. It's... like a big green wardrobe box, like you'd get from a moving company. It's as tall as we are. And it... goddamnit, I've seen things like this before but I have NO idea what they're called. If I did, even the slightest clue, I'd Google it. Okay, let me try to describe it. It's made up of identical interlocking sides that fit together like they're puzzle pieces, but they're all the same: interlocking square teeth and notches. I remember the old Sunday School playroom at church having toys like this, except obviously they were much smaller, but you could build little buildings and shapes out of them. They were like flat Lincoln Logs, kinda. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? All right, well, it was like that, only big. So it doesn't take us too long to figure it out. We pull apart one of the "walls" of this thing. (It's made of some kind of styrofoam-like material.) Instead of being hollow, it's another wall. It ends up being like a box within a box within a box within a... you get the idea. So we pull apart walls for a while until we get to the hollow space inside, which contains... well, a bunch of big, illustrated books and sheets and stuff. We spread all this stuff out on the floor and start going through it, and it's readily apparent that they're manuals and instruction booklets and, yes, character sheets. Mike goes "I need to make a copy of this stuff, but you can have it when I'm done." I go "Oh, no, you can keep it, there's no way this thing would run on my computer."

  • I wake up.
So. Yeah.

Figure that one out, Dream Dictionary! Actually don't. I know what it means: I'm a geek. There you go.

And I ingested NO DRUGS last night other than my usual regimen of scrips.

Thank you, this has been your Weird Ass Shit From Eric moment, enjoy the rest of your day which I guarantee will not be as awesome as my brain was last night. (Which might be a good thing.)

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Feels: awake awake
Sounds: Delerium - Remembrance (heh, apt)

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To counteract my little nugget of pain and depression and anguish -- I believe you people call it "emo" -- yesterday, I CHALLENGE YOU: Put forth a song in your collection that makes you laugh. It can be deliberately silly or not-so-deliberately, but as long as it makes you laugh, fair game. (If it's not something that was written to be silly, but still makes you laugh, please explain why for great justice.)

I will start off the LOLZ with this one (1 mb), hubba hubba hubba hubba.

In other news, got my car's headlight replaced rather painlessly this morning. And they even washed the car, those dears. I should take this moment to say that Volkswagens often make me feel funny in my pants.

Especially when they look like this:

Jesus Christ. Is it getting warm in here? I ogled one that looked exactly like that most of the time I was waiting for them to finish with my Golf.

And for today's dose of political snark and rampant ageism: Things Younger Than McCain, of which include Hormel Spam, Alaska, and Keith Richards. You're welcome.

Best wishes for a Monday that doesn't suck ass.

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Feels: naughty naughty
Sounds: Beat Farmers - Happy Boy

10 refused to stay silent. Go on, say your piece.
Because I owe you one.


Feels: happy :)
Sounds: Duran Duran - Come Undone

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Sounds like I took some surreal pills again, but I didn't really. Was browsing some LJ pages and saw this, which is really kind of awesome.

Icebergs in the Antarctic area sometimes have stripes, formed by layers of snow that react to different conditions.

Blue stripes are often created when a crevice in the ice sheet fills up with melt water and freezes so quickly that no bubbles form.

When an iceberg falls into the sea, a layer of salty seawater can freeze to the underside. If this is rich in algae, it can form a green stripe.

Brown, black and yellow lines are caused by sediment, picked up when the ice sheet grinds downhill towards the sea.
It looks to me like a big piece of candy. This is probably telling me that I need to eat more often. I barely ate anything today, but I did manage to have sushi after getting jilted yesterday by the gods of Suck. I didn't really enjoy it as much as I might've because I was tired all day and kind of blah, but at least I get to complain about it later.

However, I has raspberry tea. And can I just say how nice it is to actually be able to TASTE THE DAMN STUFF? Yay for unfucked sinuses, finally.

I need a haircut yesterday. No, scratch that, like two months ago. And I need to get a headlight replaced on the Golf. Blagh. I was kind of nervous yesterday driving past all those cops at the Quizno's (oh, and the cause of all that? ONE SINGLE FUCKING GUNSHOT. No injuries, just a robbery. Jesus, man. From the looks of it I thought there was a hostage situation involving those goddamn tasty sammiches) because of the retarded wink my car keeps giving people. Who else longs for the days when "daytime running lights" didn't exist? Yeah, okay, makes you safer... whatever.

Feels: grumpy whatever
Sounds: Bel Canto - Shimmering, Warm & Bright

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