The Meaty Efreeti

Saturday, May 31, 2003

It's Derek's Birthday! And in honor of this occasion, I'd like to link this. HOOray BEER!" Most of you have heard me scream this randomly, but up to this point have had absolutely no clue why I was yelling it in a crowded restaurant/party/parents' home/etc. Enjoy, j.s.

Friday, May 30, 2003

That's some damn fine sleepin'. Finally went back to "my" house last night to sleep...for 10 hours. I have an interesting question to pose though... It turns out, I was AT the office when my grandmother got sick...and instead of coming to get me, the current manager instead had someone else drive her to the hospital, and went so far as to instruct people NOT to tell me that she had left to the emergency room. Now, I ask you... Why the hell would someone do that? That question has been plaguing me since I found out that she did it...and I just can't seem to come up with a rational explanation... This is also the woman who, last week, blamed me for a $1200 charge on the company credit card that "she didn't do" to my Mom. A.k.a. the CEO of the company. Turned out she "did do" it, but simply forgot about it. I'm very torn at the moment. On the one hand, I'm a pretty forgiving guy, and allow for the general populace to suck quite a bit before I really get angry at them. And on the other, I'm rapidly tiring of her petty slings and arrows, simply because my job threatens her husband's. (He'd be the "IT guy" who can't install a font.) Sure, dislike me because I'm cocky, or because I show up when I feel like it, because I'm responsible for R&D and it doesn't look like I'm doing anything while I'm here, or even just because I'm the boss' son... But if you're pissy because I threaten your comfortable position as Queen Bee of the Office, and that I seem to expose how much of a fuck up you and your husband are by example, then perhaps you ought to be figuring out how to do your job better...or be looking for a new one. But she'd best believe that by angering me, she is shooting herself in the foot since: A. I can be a caustic, ruthless, vindictive and patient prick when I want to be. and B. MY MOTHER OWNS THE FUCKING COMPANY!!! shakes head I'm only getting more irritated by writing about this, so I'm going to stop. Anyway, the original question was, if anyone could understand why she would specifically instruct people not to tell me that my grandmother had been taken to the emergency room. Obviously I can't. j.s.

Thursday, May 29, 2003

Hello, Gram went in for surgery this morning at around 9ish. She had a kidney stone that was blocking the entrance TO her kidney...which apparently was very painful. So, after transferring her from one hospital in Houston to another nearer her house in Katy, and staying there all night watching "Russian Czars" on the History Channel, then running to the airport at 8:30 a.m. to go pick up Derek, then going back to the hospital where we stayed until 5:30pm, I finally went to Mom's house and crashed on her couch at around 9:00 or so. And back to work to try and catch up today. You know, E.R.s are some scary places nowadays. There are all kinds of signs up on the doors banning anyone who has been to Toronto in the past 14 days from entering. Sigh...you Chinese folk just HAD to eat cats didn't you? Despite our many assurances of "Dude...that's really, really fucking disgusting...you should stop that, and stuff. For reals." (Yes I know the Civet is actually related to the mongoose; but it looks like a cat, so pipe down.) I will mention another thought that has surfaced from the long dormant recesses of my psyche. That which I haven't mentioned to that many people before. I really wanted to be a pediatrician throughout my jr. high and part of my high school years. It's true. I had ambition... I wonder what happened to it... Being at the hospital for the past couple of days has reminded me of just how awesome being a doctor would be. I mean, to have people believe in you enough to hand you their children...and to actually KNOW what to do to make their kids feel better... I honestly can't think of much that's cooler than that. (My God...is he really saying he'd like to work with gasp children??? Yes. And I think I'd be pretty damn good at it...if I made it thru the schoolin' that is... It's too bad I'm about to be 28, or I might just consider going to Med. school. (No Patch Adams comments..please.) But that'd mean I'd be at least 33 when I graduated, then 3 years of residency after that before I could actually practice. That's 36 years old. Sigh... Hehehe..I'm not exactly sure if I would take my kids to "Dr. Shaw" anyway. (Off-white Comme Des Garcons labcoat, Manolo Blahnik booties, and a bandana from Michael's Craft Store on my head. ) "What seems to be the problem with little Jimmy? Aside from the fact that you've dressed him in 'Garanimals' of course... You horrible, horrible woman." =] Take care, j.s.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Hi. I've spent the last 36 hours in the Emergency Room taking care of my Grandmother...(her kidney became a bit dodgy.) Hence, no posting... And also no sleeping, except in a rather uncomfortable pleather chair...I'm ridiculously tired right now... G'night. j.s.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Well hello there Fancy Pants! Took the weekend off from posting for the most part as I felt my subject matter was getting a little thin. You know, I really wonder if everyone else in the world feels like they are destined for great things as much as I do. I would have to assume so. I mean, I look at what I'm doing now, and it just doesn't seem like me. (i.e. Living in Houston and working in insurance claim collections.) Call me elitist if it makes you feel better, but I know I'm bigger than this...and that I'm meant to be doing bigger things. So I'm constantly looking for a break to do something new and interesting and, hopefully, fame inducing. But it's just not coming fast enough... Yes, I want to be famous. But in a good way. Not in a John Bobbitt/Scott Peterson way mind you...more like in a Tom Ford/Jeremy Piven kinda way. Which means I would require a talent of some sort I think... Smoke Break...brb. Anyway, I've trained for fame throughout my collegiate career...and I thusly know where to shop, how to look, where to eat, where to be seen, etc. in a lot of cities internationally...I've practiced my arrogant sneer, my publicist rants, my paparazzi hand shield, and my interview repose in the mirror for years...I'm even adept at running my PalmPilot and cell phone while drinking a Soy Cafe Au Lait with "not too much foam," all at once. Now the trick is just convincing someone that I should be famous...who has the means to make me so. Therein lies the rub. I think I'm in the wrong city...yet again. I suppose I could go to L.A. After all, If one wants to be struck by lightning, it helps to stand in an open field. I'm also unsure as to what I would be "found" for? I can act...though I'm not a pro by any means. I can't sing. I can design clothes, but haven't the first idea of how to sew them. I'm a mediocre D.J. I can kinda, sorta write well...but it all seems to come out either steeped in levity, or miserably depressing... (Besides, being an author isn't the "get stopped on the street, guest list at SkyBar, summer on the Vineyard" kind of fame that I'm looking for.) Sigh. Anyone else have any ideas? And on that note, I have been playing an interesting game for awhile now and thought I'd share it here. If you were going to have a movie made about you, who would play YOU? Mine has been kind of a toss-up from a lot of people..but Robert Downey Jr. and Billy Zane are the two that come up most often. (I much prefer the latter.) Derek is a shoe-in for James Van Der Beek, a.k.a. "Dawson" from Dawson's Creek. What do you think? Who would play me? Who would play you? Hard isn't it? Okay, worktime. See you later. j.s.

Saturday, May 24, 2003

Pwned! The "About the Authors" has it's pics and is up and running. I've even scanned a couple for the "Picture Pages" section and HLinked 'em. I'm starting to get better at this... Scary... j.s.



Oh...my...God. They told me this day would come...and so it has... I got a flyer in the mail for none other than... My 10 year high school reunion. shakes head sadly My dream from last night makes so much more sense now... Well, no, it doesn't...but the setting makes more sense. And it gets so much worse...the names of the people who are running this little soiree are: Jenni Turner Woodward (If there is a God in heaven she will have married BOB Woodward) Aaron Scott Ryan Lueders Josh Stone Yeah, okay, so I really did not need that Varsity Blues casting call this early in the morning...I mean, I was up by 9 today, so I was in rough shape as it was...now I'm going to have to double up on my cafe au laits just to tether myself to normalcy for the rest of the day. You know, now that I think about it, there is only one person [that I know of] who reads this site that is going to be able to make any sense out of that list. Coincidentally, she is also the only person on Earth who could somehow convince me to go to a KHS reunion. And only then by promising that I'll be allowed to make fun of lots, and lots of people, and thus pulling the stick back on the irrecoverable dive of suckulence that would otherwise be that convention of the conventional, and levelling it out to a healthy altitude of superiority and vindication. The word of the day is schadenfreude. So, through bared, gritting teeth, I shakily tap in their little website address... The dreaded questionnaire. Sweet...Jesus. 1. What is your spouses name? Sigh...I sense a multitude of N/As arriving in my very near future. 2. Was your spouse an alumni? And isn't that just oh...so......precious? (vitriol dripping from my mouth is chemical burning little holes through the desk) 3. How many children do you have? THAT'S IT! I have two-point-three you chirping, Blueprint of Happiness subscribing, lemming fucks. And I promptly leave the website. I'll go back to finish it I'm sure...but this was all just too much at once. I need a schmoke and a coffee...and anyone know where I might be able to find a gallon of liquid ecstasy sparkling fruit punch? Buh'bye. j.s.

Friday, May 23, 2003

I'm feeling kinda random today...I think it had to do with my dream last night where I returned to the girl's gym at Katy High School and was apparently taking badminton classes...taught by Jeaneane Garofolo...on a scooter...that she could drive just by thinking about where she wanted it to go. I know this, because she had badminton racquets in both hands and was swerving all over the court...zipping under the net and returning her own serves and such. She was getting irritated that no one in the class could do the same. I"ve also realized that I hate everyone who is on the freeway at the same time I am. I especially do when there's traffic, but even when we're zipping along at a good clip I still have some animosity toward all the other drivers. I just really dislike them...and assume them to be utter morons. Bet they feel the same. This only happens on the freeway though...actually, come to think of it, it only happens on I-10... I haven't a clue what I'm going to do tonight. Possibly clean the house a bit, do some laundry, sigh. This not having anyone in town thing sucks. I guess I'll get back to work...talk more soon. HEY! I could go to Kinko's and scan in those pictures! Now there's a plan... Woot! I have an agenda! See ya, j.s.



Just a quick shout to Logan for Darren and London and their newborn daughter Britain Aebri. (I think I got the spelling right...if not let me know and I'll fix it.) Congratulations you two, and my best wishes to all three of you. You do still have Uncle Jeremiah's tabouli recipe right? =] Take care, j.s.

Thursday, May 22, 2003

It started again. That same haunting feeling that always slithers back into my mind...ever since I was 18 years old. Everything is going fine, my life seems to make some sense, I have enough money to live on...and then... The fucking wanderlust. I got up today like any other day, went into my afternoon routine, (shut up, I don't like mornings, so I simply don't do them) and headed out to go to work. I got to I-10, where I'm supposed to make a left and go east to the office. But I sat at that light at Mason Rd., and stared unblinking at the expanse of road heading west...and I swear to God it stared back. And it took everything I had not to take a right and see where I end up. I even did the mental calculations of money in the bank vs. gas mileage + hotels. I could've made it to California with $$$ to spare. I don't understand this part of my head...but I'll tell you it's fucking unfair. It's like I'm betraying myself and any chance at living a "normal" life. And I do it all to me. I have no clue what I'm running away from, or why I still feel like I have to keep moving, or if it will ever stop... or if I want it to. j.s. P.S. I'm also sending out Erica's letter today...8 (journal sized) pages worth of rambling gobbledegook. "Seeing your name come up when my phone rings doesn't just make my heart leap, it makes my entire day." =]

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Woot! New bloggy! "Picture Pages, Picture Pages." (Kudos to anyone who remembers Bill Cosby's next line after that...) I'm tired of everyone leaving town. My Dad left for Oregon yesterday for 9 days, Derek is in North Carolina for a week, Mom is in Maine/D.C. for 2 weeks, and Luis left for Costa Rica today for a week. That coupled with the fact that most of my friends don't live in Houston...or Texas for that matter...a few don't even live in the country...well it makes for a pretty solitary existence here. shuffles feet So... Any o' you guys want to come hang out with me? looks around Anybody? blink, blink This sucks. j.s.



Nope...the whole chat thing is just too weird...nevermind. I have a wicked sore throat today...which is causing me to sound like Froggy from the Little Rascals. I'll talk more later, but I've quite a few things to get accomplished in here today. j.s.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

Yes, I'm sorry...there will be no Matrix review. I had many oh-so-clever things to say about the philosophies tackled this time around, and conjecture about what may be in the works for the next Matrix...but I don't want to screw it up for anyone who hasn't seen it yet. If any of you haven't that is... Instead, I'd like to talk about another interesting thing I encountered today...Yahoo chat rooms. Chat rooms have changed quite a bit from the my days of talking in channels on mIRC. Most of the people have microphones these days, so there are about 20 verbal conversations going on willy nilly, with no way to determine who is speaking to who unless you happen to be watching the little volume control thingy. (it brings their name up there when they speak) Part of the reason I used to go online to "talk" to people was that you didn't have to listen to their meandering. Having to type something out typically takes some degree of censoring/streamlining of thought. Gone. Now people are talking on these things just to hear themselves speak in front of a live studio audience. "I like to go out and have beer, then go have sex, then go home." "Me too." "Hahahaha" Sigh. And another interesting thing I noticed...lots of people have webcams now too. So not only are they actually talking to one another via a microphone, they're also broadcasting jittery images of themselves so you can watch them talk into a mic. Naturally, the sexually obsessed beg for flashes of pink bits from the ladies who are on camera...who in turn have the nerve to act surprised and irritated by these requests. It's like Girls Gone Wild: Tron in there. What would possess people to set up a camera on their computer to do this I wonder? I mean, you're staring blankly at the screen so it isn't like you're actively doing anything, you're at home so you're probably not dressed up in any way, not to mention the unearthly white glow of the computer monitor seems like it would ruin the look of your face with terrible lighting. So why? Luis seems to think it's because they like to have an audience...and I think I'd agree...but it all just seems a little strange. A nameless, faceless audience who constantly asks you to "show me some doggy! Show me some doggy PLEEZ!" doesn't sound like the most pleasant way to spend an evening. Hmmph...talk more later I guess. I'm going to try and get to the bottom of this... j.s.

Monday, May 19, 2003

I'm back. Rested, tanned, and sporting a fresh new gin blossom on the tip of my nose. I'm currently at the office, so I can't write much atm. I'll talk more later...and I don't think I'll review the Matrix...suffice to say it was good. You should see it. j.s.

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Hi, I'm getting ready to crash, but I've just purchased 2 tickets for D and I to see Matrix Reloaded tomorrow. I'll give you all a heads-up on how it is...if you want to hear about it that is. (I'll preface it with a disclaimer no doubt.) Talk to you all soon, j.s.

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

Okay, okay!! I'm sorry! Brotha can't even leave town... We rented a beach house on Crystal Beach for the week (Last Sat. thru this Sun.) which should explain my lack of updates. From now on I'll be sure to brief you guys before I leave town, so I don't receive all the angry comments and hate calls like I have been getting. =] Anyway, I've been working hard on my tan, catching up on my reading, ("Glamorama" by Bret Easton Ellis) playing a little Axis & Allies, and drinking ludicrous amounts of alcoholic beverages. In fact, things are still a little blurry to be honest, but I had to be back in the office today for a meeting with some Xerox guys and to have dinner with Mom and Brent. After which I'm going to promptly get into my car and head back down to the island where I will be until Saturday. For any of you who are in possession of my cell phone number, you are welcome to call it to get directions on how to come down and spend Fri and/or Sat. with me. There are many beers in the fridge yet to be consumed. For you random folk who pop in here that I don't know...sorry, but the odds are pretty good that you suck...no beer for joo. I can't actually post much as I'm about 15 min. out of my meeting and I need to write up some questions, get a room cleared for a projector, and basically get my poop in a group for these guys. But I promise I'll post a bit more if'n I get a chance before I bail today. Thanks for keeping the M.E. honest, j.s.

Friday, May 09, 2003

Hehehe. Sam's Boat. =] Luis and I went last night. Seems that I'm spending quite a bit of time at this bar...though I live in Houston and it's hard not to if you're over 24. It still is a total meat market though. Some random girl was desperately fawning on me for the last part of the night. There's so much funny stuff to write about the conversation that I can't possibly fit it all in here...however here's a brief excerpt. "Do you have a cigarette?" "Sure." I pull out cigarette, hand it to her and light it "I hope you don't mind me saying this...but you are fucking hot..." "Um..I don't mind...and thank you." "I mean, I can barely even talk to you right now because you're so fucking hot..." confused look "Thank you again...I think." smile "Your smile is fucking hot." "Mmm...hmm." "Are you gay?" "No." "Oh...are you sure?" "Yes, quite sure." "Okay. I only ask because you are fucking beautiful." "I thought I was 'fucking hot?'" "Yeah you're that too." "I see." "I told the guy I'm here with that he had to move because he was blocking my view of you earlier." "I'm sure he was thrilled." "Yeah...he said 'whatever' and moved." "Chivalry is not dead." "What?" "Nothing" "So let me get this right...you are a fucking hot, single, straight guy, who is into fashion, sails, and is a total gentleman." "That's a pretty wide brush, but sounds about right...except for the 'fucking hot' part, which is, of course, a matter of opinion." "How in the hell are you still single?" I laugh at this point because all I can think of is the stuff I wrote on this about 24 hours earlier. "I'm certain the answer to that question is, 'I don't know.'" "So...when can I see you again?" "Uh...what? I mean, I'm still right...er...when do you WANT to see me again?" "Tomorrow." "Erm, tomorrow is bad for me. Familial obligations. Why don't you just give me your number..." blah blah blah. There was a lot more actually, but I can't really remember it all...I know there was something about whether or not Luis sings, and why he's so blunt and scary. (???) And I remember her asking me what kind of car I drove. Yes, a la "Swingers." I guess she never saw the movie. (If you can think of anything else good then back me up here Luis...) And all of this happened within the first few minutes of sitting down at our table. A lovely ego boost. Just what I need. rolls eyes. That combined with the crazed soccer (I mean futbol) fans that packed in and harassed Luis about something involving a referee and it made for an interesting couple hours at Sam's...as they always are. Anyway, I'm a bit hungover, so I'm going to go back to work and try and ride it out. The "fucking hot" wish you all well, j.s.

Thursday, May 08, 2003

Okay, so I was kinda pissy when I got home last night...my apologies. Except to you dudes in Abercrombie. Talk more later. j.s.



WARNING: XX chromosomal bashing and self-aggrandizing rhetoric to follow. If you're touchy about that kind of thing, or if you'd rather not read about how cool I think I am, you should probably skip this post. Thank you. So, over dinner D and I had conversation about exactly what it is that women want...and how it is that somehow we don't seem to fit that category. I'll break it down for you. What do women typically say they are looking for? Make your own mental list and see if it matches up with the one to follow. ..... Okay, so I've got: sense of humor...kindness/warmth...good looking...smart...confident......(money notwithstanding, since I think that's too shallow to even list, have I missed any of the major ones?) Now, I don't think that I'd be going out on a limb here by rating myself relatively high in all these categories against the average male. And yet, I haven't dated anyone in over 2 years. .... So you tell me...(not you Luis, we've already had this conversation too many times...but feel free to commiserate) what the hell is going on with you people? How is it that you women always seem to end up with the guy who eats with a napkin tucked into the collar of his Abercrombie vintage-T, calls his girlfriend "dude," and thinks that by simply "squishing it down" he can actually fit more of a hamburger into his stomach? (All true phenomenon that happened tonight at the table behind us.) As men, this boggles our minds...except the minds in Abercrombie, who are looking down at their shirts right now and thinking..."what dude?" The only conclusion we came up with is that it's obvious after talking to us for more than 5 mintues that we don't need you. Not in the stereotypical, "he can't dress, eats horribly, is a slob, completely uncultured, and basically clueless" idiom anyway. The counter-argument went "so where do you go when you can already dress her infinitely better than she can herself?" "She'd constantly be thinking we were scrutinizing her outfit/makeup/dinner/bedroom/book/etc." (Scoff if you wish, but several girls have admitted to this in the past couple years...and said they would thusly never be able to be comfortable with me. Two of them were my hairstylists.) So is there some unwritten rule that I missed somewhere stating that men who actually dare to pay attention to how they, and others, look are by definition so vapid, shallow and "superficial" (Big shout out to my peeps at The Mad Hatter here =] ) that they require model shoot perfection 24 hours a day? ??? How boring would that be? To borrow loosely from Ben and Matt, the good stuff in love is truly in the little details you learn about someone that the average passer-by doesn't see. The imperfections that occasionally spring out of us like uncontrollable, amphetamined monkeys when we're really relaxed around another person... Learning and loving those are what truly being with someone is all about...even for us WWD/DNR readers. Sigh... Anyway, we ended the conversation with the assumption that somewhere, someday, some girls are going to be amazed when they find out who we really are, and that we made it as far along in life as we did without being snapped up and married off to someone else... And our only answer will be..."Well I was waiting for you...er...are you really going to wear that?" XXXOOO j.s.

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Derek and I have found the pictures we'll post in the "About the Authors" section...just need to scan 'em now... Talk more later. j.s.

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Happy Cinco de Mayo I celebrate Mexican independence by playing EQ for a couple hours after work. What do you do? You know, I suppose I should be working harder to find people to hang out with now that I am "permanently" back in Houston...but I'm not exactly sure how one goes about doing this. I mean, I'm not going to bars by myself...that's just plain weird. (There's always that guy who sits alone at the bar and tries to start up random conversations with people as they order drinks...I don't even want to be mistaken as possibly being him.) My schedule is too random to permit any kind of coffee shop regularity. How do people meet people anyway? Oh, I am seriously considering buying a boat. A Laser to be specific. They hold races every Wednesday night on Clear Lake which sounds like a damn good time to me. And I would therefore be able to hang out with folks with at least ONE thing in common with me. Which is great and all...but really it's just been far, far too long since I've been sailing. Besides, isn't that what getting a normal job is all about? Making large purchases so as to make the life you don't spend in an office slightly more full of...erm...life? Not that I have any shortage of things that require my fiscal attention that is...I was beginning to compile a list of things earlier today and it's getting ridiculous. My car registration, (it expired in July of 2002, I got a ticket for it on Fri.) car payment, credit card bill, getting the car fixed, (it overheats now, remember?) a new cell phone, (the antenna broke on it and I now have to repeatedly Krazy Glue it back into place) a plane ticket to NYC the first week in June, ( =] ) my summer wardrobe, a ticket to Italy to see a friend from Utah, etc., etc. I think I've already spent my first 20k. And none of this includes buying a new car. The RX-8 (Hehehe, I love the picture on that splash page...it looks like that little red car is so happy...) Sigh, yes it seems I'm beginning to get over my Mini obsession. This is partly due to their already being tons of them on the road here, and mostly attributable to the fact that they're getting ridiculously overpriced. A 2004 Mini Cooper S Works will run about $27,000. A 350Z starts at 28...I mean, c'mon guys... All right, I'm calling it a night. It's before 2 a.m. and I'm actually feeling a bit tired...have to jump on these nights when they come along (which is not that often for me) so as to attempt to further my shift to a normal person schedule. G'night everyone, j.s.

Sunday, May 04, 2003

It's been a total geek-a-thon weekend. After playing Amped all night on Thursday, Derek and I worked for a bit on Friday, then fought the masses at the theater to see X-Men 2. You know, perhaps I'm getting older, but that flick was pretty damn violent for a PG-13 rating... I mean, Wolverine remorselessly sliced up a LOT of government employees...lots of cops blew up...they tortured and crucified someone before letting them drown...funny since the Comic Code wouldn't let Marvel do that kinda thing before... If you know your X-Men/X-Factor history, you'll really like the movie. And if you don't, you may be wondering what the hell is going on with some of the characters...one in particular. (My God, Phoenix [Dark?] is coming in X-Men 3..which will kick all kinds of random ass.) This doesn't really detract at all from the story, but adds a LOT if you're down with the whole soap opera surrounding the film. There are also a few references to other X-men that didn't make the cut, if you're paying attention that is, and if you grew up on the Marvel Universe like I did. Dr. Hank McCoy, Remy LeBeau, Kitty Pryde...a cameo by Colossus and Jubilee...and I'm sure I missed some. (You're oh so clever if you found more than I did, Fanboy.) And before I completely geek out and start talking about the Legacy Virus, Apocalypse and and Weapon X, thus finally destroying my already fading image as a hipster, cooler-than-thou, fashionista...I think I'll wrap this one up here. Take care, j.s.

Friday, May 02, 2003

Hi. Derek, Russell and I stayed up all night last night...playing "Amped" on Russell's XBox. So my internal clock is having minor zeitgeber disagreements right now, manifesting in a demeanor that could only be characterized as "the walking dead." Geeking out all night was fun though...for those of you who have an XBox, and perhaps snowboard, I highly recommend "Amped." The Career option was fun as hell. We made a snowboarder (Punjab Haakensaus) and had him going along pretty well...getting sponsored by Burton, lots of media coverage, etc. Anyway, I'm at work, so I'm going to get back to it. Take care, j.s.

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