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First theatre trip of 2010 and I hope this isn’t an omen for the year ahead because thanks to the snow (which OK, was bad, but come on it wasn’t that bad was it?) the show itself was rather overshadowed by the epic journey to and from the theatre. The return journey wasn’t so bad for the most part, until just before my stop the bus went on an unannounced diversion straight to Blackheath. Luckily from there a bus turned up straight away taking me back to where I wanted to be, and the upside of this detour was me passing a bus stop with a big poster for Being Human on the side, which cheered me up. We went past too quickly to take a pic but no need anyway – it’s the same one I posted here the other day.
Somewhere in the middle of all that travelling in the cold was a one-man-show, Morecambe by Tim Whitnall, performed my Bob Golding. Marking the 25th anniversary of Eric Morecambe’s death, the show starts with him arriving at the pearly gates and recounting his life story. Golding is mostly playing Morecambe himself in a sort of semi-impersonation, but he also takes on all the other characters, including Ernie Wise who’s rendered as an ever-present ventriloquist’s dummy. Golding is a very good, likeable performer, but the evening feels flawed; as a biography, even the writer points out in the programme notes that Morecambe led a fairly happy life that doesn’t lend itself to drama. There’s a lot of warmth in the show, but for a play about such a funny man not many laughs – mostly after the (unnecessary – without it the running time would be a perfectly manageable 90 minutes) interval when the best-known period of Morecambe & Wise’s careers is reached, we get a lot of happy chuckles of recognition but not really belly-laughs. What’s odd is that Whitnall makes it clear throughout how important Ernie was to Eric’s life and career, but has still gone for a one-man-show format. Ultimately it’s not a bad night out, an affectionate nod to probably the most loved British comedian of the 20th Century, but unlike the far superior The Play What I Wrote which managed to recreate the original act’s chemistry and stand on its own feet (even transferring to America, where Morecambe & Wise were virtually unheard-of,) Morecambe relies for its success on the audience’s existing affection for its subject.
Morecambe by Tim Whitnall is booking until the 17th of January at the Duchess Theatre.
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This is an interesting post debunking the latest non-controversey involving the magazine Realms of Fantasy. What caught my eye is a passing mention about previous controversies involving women on the covers.
For me, the problem isn't just the gender content. It's RoF being stuck in the rigid Frazetta / Brothers Hilderbrand / Heavy Metal / Julie Strain / Etc. which still dominates the genre. If they moved towards, well, anywhere else, the gender content thing might solve itself. There's such a vast range of design and art out which can accomodate the fantastic, some radically different, some a small but significant step. I'd rather see a knockoff of any of the following: Chip Kidd, Carol Lay, Mark Ryden, Remedios Varo, Chris Ware, Lynda Barry, Dave Eggers, Jill Thompsonm Rene Margitte, Molly Crabapple, Charles Burns, ...there's such a vast range of design and art out there - why not change it up?
Hell there's a spectacular fantasy illustrators on livejournal who would easily fit RoF yet be a welcome change, and they'd probably within the magazines budget. I mean, if the goal is to further the cause of the genre, then how about putting out a product which the ever shrinking crowd of people who buy see print as a desirable consumer good will feel excited to purchase? It worked, and still works, for McSweeney's and others. Even the freaking Invincible Iron Man - about as mainstream a comic book you can get - has been changing it up with the covers. So why not Realms?
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Okay, okay. As promised, here's an update on all things Renée.
( Christmas Time Was Here )
( 2010 )
I started classes up again last night. I'm taking 19th century Irish Lit and Milton. They should be good, and I've never extensively studied either, so I'm looking forward to it.
Other than that, we're slowly piecing our wedding together. I have a website: http://www.mywedding.com/josephandreneeherrmann/, if you guys are curious. I'll be doing most of my wedding blogging there to save this journal.
Hope you and yours had a fabulous holiday and a great start to the new year.
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So, during the Christmas Day sale, I got a "Bag of Crap" from Woot!. (For those who don't know -- Woot! will occasionally just throw random stuff into a box and call it a "Bag of Crap".) Last time I got one, it was a ginormous stereo speaker (which I still need to unload somehow).
For this one... it's on its way to Kansas City. The tracking information says:
Shipment Facts
Service type
FedEx SmartPost
Weight
10.4 lbs/4.7 kg
What the hell are they shipping me that's 10.4 lbs?! The mind wonders...
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My single female boss: "For me, stupid is way worse than ugly. Ugly can be fit from the gym. Ugly can get in bed with the lights out. Stupid is always stupid. He could feed himself - well, he knew when it was time to eat, but that was where his brains ended. He was cute once and that was it."
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Phew. This probably has been the most difficult year I had compiling this list. Below resides my "Best Films of 2009" list. This was also the first year I didn't religiously document what movies I had seen. This was also the first year I veered off of Livejournal and into other social networking sites like Twitter. Unfortunately, my absence from Livejournal, kept me from journaling my existence as thoughtfully and meticulous as I have in the past. Which is something I deeply regret. As you are all aware, my existence revolves around art. More specifically cinema. I find myself most in dark movie theaters than anywhere else on earth (with the exception of perhaps my bed). If I don't respond to a phone call you can probably guess that I'm either sleeping or watching a movie. The experience of watching a movie for the first time, surrounded by strangers in a dark movie theater is incomparable to any other feeling I have ever had. When I think about the movie-watching experience out of context it almost seems creepy. A bunch of people sitting in a large auditorium, in the dark, while images flash before their eyes on a large white screen? It's almost something out of Plato's "Allegory of the Cave" or Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange. It's quite disturbs me in this context. Disclaimer: Whatever you do, don't think these types of thoughts while in a theater. I warn you. It will induce anxiety and panic and ruin any movie you are currently watching. Even (or especially so) if it's Up or All Dogs Go to Heaven. But if you can avoid these philosophical quandaries while in a movie theater, a theater can be a place of enjoyment. A home away from home. It can be a place on non-existence too; it can be one of the few places for a deeply heartbroken boy to hide from his personal agonies, or it can remind that same boy of the agonies he has been trying to escape from all along. I have gone into a theater completely emotionless and would find myself crying at all the wrong moments. When I think about my life, I realize I have spent most of it as an escapist. Avoiding the reality just outside my front door. Gosh, even the reality that surrounds my bed is unbearable at times. I find that the only cure for moments like this is fiction. And what better medium is film for fictional purposes? Not only is there is a screenplay (ie: literature), but there's cinematography (photography in motion!), performances, and music. There is an unlimited supply of "art" in movies. You can find redeeming value even in the sloppiest blockbusters (cough...The Hangover, )if you can somehow get over their faults. Even the premise for the WORST MOVIE of 2009 (i.e The Fourth Kind) has an interesting take on metafiction and our definition of what "truth" and "fiction" really is. Film as a construct...film as a representation of a truth...of a reality...someone's reality...somewhere. I've only taken one film class and I'm sure this was all covered in Film Theory 101 but I can't imagine these inquiries being much different than literary theory (I was an English major). But I'm completely ignorant in film as a process and medium. I still can't tell the difference in film quality. HD, Blu-ray, 1080 what? The only thing I know about the filmmaking process (or projection process rather) is the cigarette burn in the top right corner of a film to signal the end of a reel and I learned that from Fight Club.
As much as I would like to declare going to the movies as purely escapist, I just can't. In a way it is, it prevents me from responding to emails, making phone calls, or cleaning my room. But when I mention escapism, I'm not talking about physical living. I really mean an emotional escape. I can lend my mind and heart to the characters on the screen. I don't necessarily have to feel my own emotions but vicariously feel someone else's. And that is artificial pain, even if it induces the same physical symptoms you would feel if it were happening to you. Here is another philosophical quandary I have yet to tackle. Do images really corrupt a mind (even if it's fiction)? There is a distance between a fictional character and reality isn't there? Heavy stuff. What I'm getting at, is that going to the movies is (usually) an emotional escape. My heart is no longer thumping fast from my own fears, it's beating uncontrollably because that little boy just lost his father. The tears rolling down my face are tears cried because that girl just left the perfect boyfriend during one of the saddest songs I have ever heard. The uncertainty and fear of having a child and not having a place to call home seems frightening and I struggled along with Burt and Verona. The unsympathetic doctor who degrades and belittles the woman who took care of his mentally-challenged son while he fingered his daughter angered me. The look on that poor woman's face tore my heart apart. This is where I find fault within myself while watching movies. I sometimes find myself dropping my guard too low. I suspend my disbelief so much that I imagine myself in the story itself. Though, this is a very conscious thing a viewer must do in many forms of art, it becomes terrifying when the medium is horror. I have never been so scared during horror movies until now. I grew up renting every movie in the horror section of the video store. Gore, slasher flicks, zombies, monsters. I've experienced it all. At this point in my life, I should have developed a tolerance to scary movies. There was definitely a point where I did. But just a few years ago that tolerance has been chipped away by the ax of every serial killing psychopath. What I think my problem is my suspension of disbelief becomes almost "belief" if you will. So much so that I'm terrified. I literally jump and scream in my seat. It happened at the end of Paranormal Activity and I didn't even like that movie that much. But at the midnight screening we went to, there I was, watching the last scene, screaming my face off, while the lights come on just seconds later. How embarrassing! I wanted to submerge into the seat and vanish.
But then there are films you go see knowing very well that they will break your heart. These are the movies that resemble your life in some way. (Don't get me wrong, movies you didn't expect to "hit home" certainly do without warning). This was the case for Borderline, which I saw at the Brooklyn Film Fest last June. This movie destroyed me. I explain in a pseudo-review here where I go on about borderline personality disorder and its symptoms and why I feel like the protagonist Kiki. This is when fiction is no longer fiction and cinema is staring right at you in the face with a fucking gun. It feels as if some demon ripped your heart right out of your chest and the blood keeps dripping all over the heads of the audience. (500) Days of Summer, Adoration, Two Lovers, and A Single Man are the ultimate culprits. But above them all is Marie and Bruce. I mean...I even share the same name as one of the main characters. Wallace Shawn is a genius and Julianne Moore is too. And even if that movie didn't get a proper theatrical release, its dvd debut was just as poignant and emotionally shattering.
Without wasting too much more time explaining how I connect with movies and where I find their value, here is my list of the Best Movies of 2009. This year I'm going to do things a little different. Instead of listing fifty films ranging from "best" to "not the best" I decided to add an "Honorable Mentions" list to help keep my list as pure as possible. There are certainly films that were brilliant in their execution, but weren't perfect and complete. Those films will reside as "Honorable Mentions."
A few other worthy warnings and disclaimers:
- Don't blame an English major for unconditionally loving movies written by novelists or movies adapted by remarkable writers. (Cough. Dave Eggers, David Foster Wallace, Nick Hornby)
- I did see 80+ movies this year according to my recollection (and the help of friend's memories, Flixster, Facebook, Livejournal, etc) which means there is another 60+ movies I have listed in a Word document that I wanted to see but never did. Some movies that were on that list that I can predict knocking a few movies down my list would be: Taxidermia, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done, Unmade Beds, Collapse, Julia, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, Bronson, In the Loop (even if I lied to Anna Chlumsky and told her I was going to go see it and even purchased a ticket), and Love Songs.
- I would also like to apologize for some of the poor quality of images. I'm a bad image searcher.
- You will see the number "4 and a half" because in my frenzied state I overlooked one movie that should have remained somewhere in the Top 5. This is why you can't rush things like this.
- These numbers mean nothing and are subject to change.
Best Movies of 2009
25. The Girlfriend Experience
24. The Messenger
23. Two Lovers
22. Adoration
21. Antichrist
20. An Education
19. Tetro
18. A Single Man
17. Adventureland
16. (500) Days of Summer
15. Broken Embraces
14. A Serious Man
13. Trash Humpers
12. The Immaculate Conception of Little Dizzle
11. Borderline
10. Away We Go
09. Orphan
08. Sorority Row
07. The Box
06. Surveillance
05. The Vicious Kind
04 and a 1/2. Marie and Bruce
04. The White Ribbon
03. Brief Interviews with Hideous Men
02. Drag Me to Hell
01. Inglourious Basterds
...and now for the Honorable Mentions
World's Greatest Dad
Where the Wild Things Are
Whatever Works
Visioneers
Up in the Air
Trick 'r Treat
The Eclipse
Un baiser s'il vous plaît
The September Issue
Precious
Paper Heart
Mystery Team
Moon
Lymelife
Jennifer's Body
The International
Grey Gardens
Funny People
The Exploding Girl
The Education of Charlie Banks
District 9
Dare
Cold Souls
Adam
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Post-Christmas edition.
I appear to have united former North Carolina residents in salivation with the Bojangles photo. Sorry, folks! I promise I am jealous of my former self, now that I've landed back in Michigan.
So: picking up where I left off with the last entry, I started New Years Eve at Jason and Jason's house, where Matt, Leland, Chris, and Tyler were also gathered. It was hilarious fun to kvetch, but we didn't get to see much of Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper because their special was only 90 minutes long. Boo. I also spoke 4 words with Gary and Jonathan before moving off to Chapel Hill for John's atheist New Years Eve party. We were there until after 2, drinking champagne and trying to make the fireplace fires roar.
The Atheist Movie Night crew reenacts The Last Supper, except with seven people missing and some wrong poses. :P
Jack and JayThe next morning afternoon Tyler and I joined the Jasons for hungover brunch at Federal. I still love their sandwiches, even though Tyler's exploded all over his new blue shirt. We then retreated for naps and coffee (I did the latter at Beyu Caffe, a brand new coffee shop full of mega-Durham families; more about it later), and I did nothing else that day until we went over to their place again to play Bang! with Matt, the Italian cowboy outlaw card game. I dunno how else to describe it. On Saturday, I managed to get up in time to have lunch at Sitar with Jeremy. I love their buffet! They had some sort of lamb dish that I spilled everywhere but was great once I managed to get it in my face. And I got the grad school app update from Jeremy; he has six applications done and just had to finish one for Yale*. So this is basically the time where he obsesses about what adcoms are doing but has no control. He did, however, already get an interview at Michigan! He'll be visiting Ann Arbor sometime in February. After lunch we took our conversation to Beyu Caffe, which I like and can see being very successful in downtown Durham. There were lots of laptop dwellers and people idling away their winter vacation, but it was big enough to allow that comfortably. Also, the owner delivered us free tiramisu samples and a speech on how awesome Durham is. I was kind of like :D for a while and then remembered I don't live here. Hah. Sunday featured brunch with Tyler and Ruthan at Watts Grocery, which is my religion on Facebook. I had the andouille sausage and stewed chilies benedict with crawfish tail hollandaise over a biscuit, and tried not to drool all over my table companions. Ruthan and I also spent a good deal of time finding lumps in our grits, but they still tasted great. Even the coffee was really good, and I finally used my coffee cupping experience a year ago to declare this coffee vibrant and berry-tasting. Also, I feel badly that Tyler's beverage experience was not as good as ours, because when he ordered Sprite the waiter said the sodas were "messed up" so he had to settle for orange juice instead. And we spent a long time lingering over our bill and gossiping. I packed most of my stuff that afternoon, and later in the evening John and I went to see It's Complicated at Southpoint with a mostly female audience. I'll post a review in another entry, with some other recent films I saw. We parted ways from there, I walked all the way around the mall because I'd parked on the wrong side and it was closed by this time, then ate a cheeseburger and a Dr. Pepper. I had original plans to go to the gym throughout this trip. Hah! Anyhow, Tyler and I then went to Chris' house to pregame for Stir with he, his Michael, Deirdre, her Michael, and a friend of theirs that has an unknown name. After a quick drink we went out to Chapel Hill, and I'm very glad I went. Some of the folks I hadn't seen in a while (especially because I didn't attend on my last trip down) included Rory, Brock, Warren, Justin, and Greg. Oh, Greg. He looked really good, and thinner than I remembered, so I told him so and we ended up engaged in flirty conversation for a while, which included him letting me sample his gin and tonic. He asked me if I danced but I wasn't feeling it so we just continued to brazenly flirt talk and he proceeded to rip my shirt open the whole way, and he obviously meant to do it and knew I wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Hooray for metal button snaps. I think I've learned more while pinned up against that bar with hands wandering, whispered conversations about the glares coming from across the room, and multiple drinks being bought for friends, lovers, and enemies than anywhere else in the Triangle. And I do mean that. Eventually I drove Tyler and I home as we spoke about boys yet more, and went to bed. I woke up on Monday around 11 and got on the road with cash and Chick-fil-a lunch. Driving through a snowstorm was not fun, but I did get some photos as I stopped to clean my windshield yet again. I arrived in Charleston around 6:30, checked into my hotel, and lazed around. Again, could have exercised and didn't, and don't regret it. I woke up at 5:30 on Tuesday and got underway again, with even more snow. Driving at about 40 m.p.h. was not fantastic, but I eventually got to flatter terrain in Ohio and was able to get back here around 3:00 in the afternoon. 
West Virginia TurnpikeI would love to have more time to digest this, but school has already begun and will be monopolizing all of my time. Stay awesome, Durham, and I will be back in April. *Boola boola.
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I'm always proud to be a u of iowa alum but even more so today after a thrilling win over ga tech last night. I wear my Iowa hoodie with pride amongst a sea of ga tech. Go hawks!!
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Thanks to the podcast "Tom Vs. The Flash", which began as a recap of 70s-80s Justice League comics, I just discovered one of the more hilariously ludricous editorial decisions of any major comic title in the 1980s.
I'm talking about Justice League Detroit. Granted, the JLA began as a cash-in title, combining DCs top selling characters with a few semi-popular also rans in hopes of hoovering up any leftover dollars from fans. As such, as DC attempted to mature (or at least match the sprawling soap opera of Marvel) it remained a continuity warping exercise in how goofy superheros can be.
Even by these standards, Justice League Detroit is "wack" as Vibe - the parachute pants wearing, breakdancing, cringe inducing inner city latino stereotype - might say. Listening to a verbal description of each issue makes one laugh and wince. There were creepy sexist (a woman ends up with her torturer) and racist elements, but the low point has to be when the production team forgot continuity entirely and had the abandoned Justice League Satellite crash to earth twice in two years.
Anyway, it's awesome in way things which aren't can be. There is a blog, although it's more about tracking any character remotely connected to those books than the series itself.
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http://neofuturists.blogspot.com/2010/01/joining-forces-with-826chi-to-bring-you.html it's true that we generally advise against the bringing of your rugrats to Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind, though we promise it isn't because we don't love them. on the contrary! we love them SOOOOO much that we prefer to save you the headache of explaining to your six-year-old why Tim's artistic demonstration against tyrannical corporations like Starbucks requires him to dunk his junk in a Venti Decaf. or how Megan peeing on a hand painted target exemplifies silly, never-ending power struggle between the sexes. etc, etc, etc, ad nauseam. we understand that this can be damaging during the formative years for, before we were shameless Neo-Futurists, we too were children.
BUT, we ALSO know that if anyone can really get down with Neo-Futurism from a learning stand point, it's KIDS! and who better to help us share our zany yet socially-relevant approach to art making but the super-awesome people at 826CHI?
beginning this month, the first of a brand new decade, we will begin offering a series of workshops to the underagers for FREE FREE FREE! join us on Wednesdays starting January 27th at the 826CHI location in Wicker Park for our very first, all-expenses paid class:
Neo-Futurists: Life Out Loud: Turning Your Inner Thoughts Into Powerful Performance
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Four Sessions: Wednesdays, January 27, February 3, 10 and 17th
Time: 6:15–8PM
Limited to 12 students in grades 7–12
 
email meganm@neofuturists.org for more info, or just get yo'self over to the 826 website and sign straight up!
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Because it's something of an accomplishment for me to have actually seen more than ten films released in 2009, my top-ten list will include only these such movies (with one exception, and I'll explain that when I get there).
That said, I finally caught up on a bunch of older movies this year and would recommend, without reservations, The Lives of Others, Me and You and Everyone We Know, The Lookout, Synecdoche, New York, Rachel Getting Married, A History of Violence, and Inside Man.
Additionally, I'm almost positive that some films I missed in the theaters will end up on this list ex post facto; I'm a fan of both Kathryn Bigelow and Steven Soderbergh but missed The Hurt Locker, The Girlfriend Experience, and The Informant!.
Spoiler alerts are in effect.
( The List. )
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And pretty fucking amazing.
 
The mall in a state of post-Christmas abandonment, and a late late lunch at Bojangles.I returned from Durham about 3:00 this afternoon. Awesome week there, hanging out with my favorites, eating and drinking copiously, and getting my shirt completely unsnapped at the bar. Completely worth all of the driving I did. I will will will post about it tomorrow, but for now I have to go to bed. My first class of the semester is at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow! I'm not mentally ready, so I may as well show up well-rested.
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Here's something I only found out last week: Starbucks employees are classified as tip earning labor, making them subject to a mandatory tax - in Chicago it's calculated based on an assumed a dollar per hour.
I suspect many people, like myself, thought Starbucks workers are different from waitresses and bartenders and the register tip jar is merely a hopeful presumption.
Starbucks perpetuates this impression by limiting tip solicitation and not educating consumers. This lack of information is likely partially motivated by the detail tip based employees have less protection by labor regulations, including minimum wage. Starbucks may currently have better labor practices than McDonald's in some ways, but their employees are more vulnerable in others.
For example, Starbucks has a policy of compensating managers by allowing them to take a cut of tips from employees, which was the subject of class action lawsuits (you may have heard about this when employees won, but not when they lost on appeal).
This applies to more than Starbucks. Some independent coffee houses make ends meet by running a similar game on their baristas - it's probably worth asking.
It's bullshit to make tipping a necessity for level of service many consumers choose because tips aren't involved. Employees are at a strong disadvantage in telling them otherwise, both due to work rules and consumer hostility and the possibility some might be motivated to give up a luxury option if tips are added to the cost.
Governments and businesses are exploiting labor with a bogus loophole then trying to shift the moral burden on people who don't tip.
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"The Skopets by his successful innoculation, his death to nature and life for the sake of his soul, is forever separated from the voluptuous sin of nature, has conquered in himself the animal instincts once and forever, has switched to serving God, sacrificing himself to God, the Holy, True God."
"Generation after generation have died off...Man's mind dominates down below, people have become Gods, the rulers of darkness. Everything the insatiable animal will desires it has obtained; it has used everything, achieved everything. What does it need now?...O, woe to people, woe to humankind in general!...All their wisdom, all their work, all their deceptions in the end are useless."
"The human lava flows from place to place and has no solid place either on earth or under the earth...And all that in the name of acquired and invented so-called ideas, in the name of earthly rights...Evil triumphs!"
- Nikifor Latyshev, 1915
( The Opposition )
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I really want/need to post nice things about Christmas and telling our folks and the new year, but I'm annoyed at myself right now.
How is it that I still harbor the same habits at 28 that I did at 13? Why am I constantly overthinking things I said or did years ago that are of no importance to anyone but myself? I'm too hard on myself, and as a result, I feel I'm too hard on other people.
Granted, I've gotten much better, but still, part of me always regresses when I think I've said something stupid. Most of the time it's like water off a duck's back to others; it never sat long enough to sink through. But to me, I'll harbor that thought for another three weeks.
There. 2010. I want to try to let shit go. Can you help me do that, 2010?
Better things lie ahead. I promise you.
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