January 21, 2004
This is weird...
A little while ago, I was watching this 80's movie called "About Last Night" and there's a song in it by Bob Seegar called "Living Inside My Heart". The instant it started, so did I. I totally lost it. I started feeling all kinds of stuff that just overwhelmed me. It's all to do with Eric, too. And, the way it was and the way it still can be and the way that it probably is right now, except I'm too bunged up to see it, or something. Sometimes, the idea of losing him in any way at all is more than I can bear. It just drives me to my knees. It makes my heart literally hurt. It's a huge tornado-like swirl of love, fear, guilt, need..it's so big it just mows me down.
I spend 99% of my time avoiding things that bring it up, like certain songs, a coupla movies, Eric....it really sucks. Add to that the fact that I'm currently not anywhere near being able to fit into those 29" waist jeans, thus making me ill at the thought of....well...that (sex)...and it gets pretty fucked up. Or, I do, anyway.
So, I go to Yahoo mail to write to him about this. (Normally, I'd do it on paper. It's usually pretty long and as it goes on, my handwriting gets worse and worse and my hand cramps, so I decided to type instead. AND, it was the first time I had tried this...) However, in the middle of it all, the stupid computer freezes up and I had to shut it down and start all over.
In the meantime, I had to get Eric up. After I did, he tells me about this dream he had. To make a long dream story short; in it, we were in the woods and a huge, huge mountain lion showed up and I wouldn't shut up so it would go away because I just haaad to see it up close. Eric said he was shushing me, but I wouldn't stop singing. He even dunked me underwater (we were at a stream) and he could still hear me. (At this point, as he was acting out me burbling under water, I was nearly pissin' myself laughing...singing to attract a mountain lion?) Then, he goes on to tell me that this mountain lion came over to him and with one claw on each side, picked him up and was smelling his belly. That's when I woke him up.
Now, what the hell is that? He's in there having a nightmare (that is just running away with my mind, I might add...) and I'm out here freaking out because I feel like I'm losing him somehow.
I don't know what it all means, but, to be perfectly blunt, I am currently scared shitless that something could happen to him that I've somehow done or caused...even if I don't know what that be.
The 'beast-smelling-him' part reminded me of his BC. She used to do that shit to him everyday. Head to toe.
What disturbs me (to no end) is that I attracted the beast.
What am I doing, or what is going on that his mind would serve that concept up?
Jesus...am I doing that somehow? If I am, I need to find out NOW what it is that I'm doing that's doing that and STOP IT.
Or it coulda just been another in an endless series of bizarre dreams he's had since childhood that's hitting me wrong because I'm all raw about this other shit.
Thank you guys, too, for being here. Knowing that you are makes me feel a little bit stronger before I've even started. I also feel better that poor Eric isn't all alone with me and my retarded (depressed) mind. That makes it that much easier to let it go and get it....sorted out....fixed....under control for a little longer. How ever ya wanna say it. I just wanna say thank you again. Peace.
Posted by: Stevie at 06:25 AM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Whoa...
I just found a huuuge mistake in the movie "Christine". When the car is being assembled in the factory it has a white roof. Now, in LeBay's yard, the roof is red. And, it's not a ragtop or a Landau top, either. It was white. Now it's red. I'll let ya know it if turns white again after Arnie restores it.
Yep. It's white again, after it's restored.
HAH!! Another one...this just happened. Christine is going after Buddy Reperton. She chases him into a gas station and broadsides his car. When she does, the hood pops almost off. When it does, you can clearly see there is no engine in there. The car that gets broadsided is just a shell.
Really. They should have stuck to the book, no matter how cool it looks seeing Christine going down the road in flames.
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January 20, 2004
My God, Larry...
I told you guys he finds some twisted shit.
(Larry is author of 'Love and the Happy Cynic'...)Posted by: Stevie at 11:10 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
They forgot one...
This almost made me hurt myself laughing.
But, they forgot one...
Always make sure to jump up onto the computer table and lay between the human and the keyboard the exact second they begin to type....which is EXACTLY what my stupid cat is doing right this second.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:54 PM | Comments (40) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Alright, damn it...
Where did Sam go?
Posted by: Stevie at 09:31 PM | Comments (40) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Another one...
Another person who should be peeled then dunked in a vat of rubbing alcohol then shot in the face is Yolanda Saldivar.
She's the loser who murdered Selena.
Selena is dead because of Saldivar. And, Saldivar is alive...why?
Fuckin' coward shoulda went on and shot herself when she was holed up in that pickup.
What an ugly little pig she is. Just as evil and useless as Mark David Chapman. Why do these people get away with murder, yet if I did it for a much, much better reason than simple jealousy, I'd be locked up forever? They wouldn't kill me either. I know that. I can see that... But, it's because I don't care about dying. Matter of fact, if I ever find out I am dying of something gross, I will do it. Killing the asshole I have in mind would save a kid...if it's not already too late, that is.
Oh, well.
Why the fuck do we even have the damned death penalty if we aren't gonna use it?
Kinda like a guy I know who never gets laid and refuses to pee outside. "And, you have a winkie why, again?" (Especially when I want one myself...ya know? Man, I'd be peein' on everything, even if it did run....just a moving target that way.)
See, the way I think of the death penalty is this: Instate it, use it, make sure people know you will use it if they kill people. Then, if someone still kills people, knowing full well what the penalty is, it becomes obvious that they are fuckin' nutso and don't care, so they need to be eliminated anyway. Not fed, housed and given more than honest broke people are.
It's insane.
We're not more civilized because we don't kill these losers. We just don't care enough about life to follow through. We'd rather try to look all magnanimous by keeping the pieces of shit alive and letting citizens starve.
Yeah. That makes all kindsa sense.
It's me that's fucked up.
Riiiight.
Posted by: Stevie at 05:47 PM | Comments (40) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
First of all...
What da hell is Richard Dreyfuss driving in 'American Graffiti'? That is the ugliest car I've seen in a while. It looks like a bootlegged VW. *shudder*
Okay, now for the real reason for this post.Over at Altered Perception, I found the only kinda blog-related 'un'-contest I'd join into. There's no 'judging', no eliminations and no cliques. Just a new theme each week for everyone to post about and a place to link them.
Oh, and 75 people already involved....Sounds kinda fun and this weeks theme is the 80's. Now, I just signed up and the first thing they tell ya is that it's never to late to join, but....
I hated the 80's pretty much and it may already be Wednesday in Australia, so I may wait for the next theme to start. I don't really want my first 'entry' to be an icky one....which the 80's were, to put it mildly. Gawd, the music still makes me gag. Give me my 70's shit and just go away with that noise. Ya know?
I mean really...Lynyrd Skynyrd compared to...what?...The Talking Heads?...Devo? Puh-leeze. I won't even discuss rap. It's not worthy.
It's also not music, but I'm not discussing it, remember? Anyhoo...take a trip on over there. Even if ya don't join, it's still a good way to find new reads. And, it's open to everybody.
Man, I feel like Roy McEvoy at the U.S. Open.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:26 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, that was fun...
I just wasted about 8 hours of my life trying to install Windows XP. Not only is my computer too memory-impaired to handle it, it's a disc that a 'friend' brought over to use...after he'd already installed it in his own pooter, which, I found out, wouldn't work because XP has to be activated by MS, which they don't do twice for the same disc. Niiiice.
If it wasn't for Paul...I'd be in sooo much shit, I swear.
Not only did he explain all that to me, he also got me going with 'voice' on the IM's. How awesome that is...to have his voice coming out of the speakers. Talking to him in real time, for free...after I spent an hour (57) minutes undoing the failed install and getting back on line with the cell phone, that is...lol. Oh well...he's worth it.
Honestly...if he can keep me from messing this thing up, he can do anything. I have yet to do something bad that he can't fix. Not that I'm trying to do bad shit...it just works out that way. A lot.
Good day.
And, it's only 6:00am or so.
Hmmm.
Computer-wise, I ain't gonna top this, so I'm leaving well-enough alone here.
Guess I'll go clean something.
Or futz around on here in a normal manner. Reading blogs and Fark seems to keep me outta trouble...usually.
I'll be back...sometime.
Peace. P.S. God Bless Paul.
(Thank you...)
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January 19, 2004
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January 18, 2004
Hey...
Just wanted to let ya's know I'm okay...I'm not dwelling on the rabbit, even tho that's still the top post... or was. I've been reading the 'roll. Started at the bottom (and yeah, Velociman has posted) and working my way up. Dog Snot is next.
In the meantime, Paul popped in and was telling me about the poor SOB who was housesitting for the people he was dog-sitting for. Seems that two of the people's three cats passed away while they were gone. One was kinda expected, I guess and no word on what happened with the second one, really. But, he had me rotflmao over this by pointing out that, as bad as it is for the cats, being the guy was worse. Can you imagine the email about the second cat? Paul was saying "Hey...remember that last email I sent? Well...it happened again..." and I just fell on the floor, laughing. That nut.
Between my 'funeral director' Eric and my Dad and Paul, I'm fine. Better than fine, really. Now, when I look at the empty cage, I'm wondering what God's gonna send me next to put in there and take care of. Be cool if it was a raccoon. Or a possum, or squirrel. A skunk might be a problem, but the cage is mobile, if need be.
Whatever it is, I'm ready already.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:57 PM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Aww, man....
One of my bunnies died. Shit.
I hate this crap. (If I misspell stuff, it's because I can't see really well right this second...I'll be okay. I think. Damn.) Anyway....
I've been taking care of him for about a year. He, Hefner, was one of the loose pet rabbits that were all over this farm last year. There were four. Two died before I could catch them and the other two, I have in here. Well, it's one now, but...
They had belonged to Bill's utterly irresponsible son Billy and he just let them go rather than actually feed and care for them. Then the assholes around here started threatening to set traps because the rabbits were eating their stupid flowers. I mean, Holy Mother of God...rabbits eat plants? Jeez...who'da thunk it? What I'd really like to know is why nobody took Billy to task for it. It was his fault, after all. But, noooo. Let's just kill the animals, instead of the useless waste of sperm, skin and air that is Billy.
So, I caught two of 'em and had to cage them, which I hated to do, but, I had to. I had been letting them have run of the house, but...bunnies poop c-o-n-s-t-a-n-t-l-y and dogs and loose rabbits don't mix...especially in the house. So...I got ahold of two huge cages and there they were. Spring, summer and fall, I had 'em outside, on a high table, under the carport. They were safe from predators and weather out there. When it gets/got ass-bitin' cold, they, along with the 'outside-cause-she-poops-in-the-house-alla-time-the-dork-dog' April, come in.
Hefner loved to sleep flat out on his side. He also adored carrots, lettuce, oats and Hugh, which is why they had to be in seperate cages. (Number one, Hugh is a boy, too and wasn't diggin the lovin' he was getting...forcibly and all. And two...Hugh is in total love with my stoner-cat, Erica. God, the way he used to follow her everywhere....before the cage. The only place she was safe from him was someplace high up, like on top of the washer. God, she got sooo pissed at him...lol. It was kinda cute, though.) Anyhow, earlier (as in about twelve hours ago or so) I noticed Hef sleepin' stretched out again and stopped and looked at him for a few, grinning at the relaxed way he was. No fear, if yer sleepin' like that...I went to sleep for a while because George was on here and when I got up, I came out here, did my shit, was hangin' out and just now, I realized that I haven't heard Hef rattlin' his water thing, getting a drink. So, I turn around and look and....he's still sleeping? Please, God, let him be asleep.
Nope.
Fuck.
Damn, I hate this shit. You'd think, with all the animals I have and have had, I be or ever get used to this, but, no. I always feel like I let 'em down, somehow. I do now, too.
It's not like he was sick or anything. He was fine and now he's dead. Well, damn. I think he was old. I'm not sure exactly how old, but, you could tell he was no baby or anything. He was fully grown and fat and pretty sedate when he got here. Not all fulla spunk and sparkle like young, energetic buns are...like Hugh is. He was an old guy from day one, so I suppose I should just be glad I got to have him this long. And, I know I kept him alive longer than he woulda been outside. And, nobody is eatin' 'im, either.
I got him outta the cage, wrapped him in a white towel, hugged him, burst into tears and gently (as if he really cares) laid him on top of his cage for now. Eric will be going out to milk in a few hours and none of the animals seem to have noticed, so....I just can't freeze him by putting him outside yet. Besides, I know where he's headed when he does go out there....it's way to frozen to be diggin' holes. So, knowing where he's gonna wind up, it seems fitting to let him stay right here, til the last second...ya know?
Why, when there are so many crappy people alive, do sweet, innocent animals hafta die?
This sucks.
Badly.
Reminds me of one of the cops I used to work with, Lt. Fisher. He always said dead cats were his favorite kind because you could fill 'em caulk really easily and then pose them differently alla time. They didn't eat or shit, so they were perfect. He was goofy. He always smelled great. Everytime I said so he'd say he just farted. I got him one time...I said "Wow, man. Can you go fart in my car a few times, then?" It's always cool to make a cop laugh til he cries.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:37 AM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 17, 2004
If this is true...
Subject: Vietnam Vets & Target stores
by Dick Forrey of the Vietnam Veterans Association Recently we asked the local TARGET store to be a proud sponsor of theVietnam Veterans Memorial Wall during our spring recognition event.
We received the following reply from the local TARGET management: "Veterans
do not meet our area of giving. We only donate to the arts, social
action groups, gay & lesbian causes, and education." So I'm thinking, if the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall and veterans in
general do not meet their donation criteria, then something is really wrong
at this TARGET store. We were not asking for thousands of dollars, not even
hundreds, just a small sponsorship for a memorial remembrance. As a follow-up, I e-mailed the TARGET U.S. corporate headquarters and their
response was the same. That's their national policy. Then I looked into the company further. They will not allow the Marines to
collect for 'Toys for Tots' at any of their stores. And during the recent
Iraq deployment, they would not allow families of employees who were called up
for active duty to continue their insurance coverage while they were on military service. Then as I dig further, TARGET is a French-owned
corporation. Now, I'm thinking again. If TARGET can not support American Veterans, then
why should I and my family support their stores by spending our hard earned American dollars and to have their profits sent to France. Without
the American Vets, where would France be today? Feel free to pass this along to whomever you want. Sincerely,
Dick Forrey
Veterans helping Veterans
I got this in an email. Before I go the fuck off, anybody else heard of this horseshit?
I swear to Almighty God, if this is true....Target is in for it. I have a huge mouth and a love of typing. I will single-handedly, if necessary, make sure everybody on the planet knows about them.
I can feel my blood pressure increasing by the second here. 'Target'-ing Viet Nam Vets for this kinda shit? Ohhh, man. This is so wrong, there isn't even words for it.
I'm gonna try checking this out myself, but I know there are people who come here who are lots better at finding stuff on here than I am, so I'm open to info. Anybody who knows anything, please feel free to shed some light on this.
Also, if it's true....
Guys (and ladies) who served there...I am profoundly, personally sorry for this crap they're doing. Just like I am for every other shitty thing you've been put through since then. Why you guys got singled out to be treated so badly is beyond me, but it makes me ill. If this shit is true, I promise every one of you that I'll do everything I can to change this or at least impact Target's profits by never going there and by telling everybody who asks and many who don't, why they shouldn't go there, either.
Hell, it's the least WE CAN ALL DO, right? We do owe them that much...at the very least, you know. Actually, we owe Nam Vets more than we could ever make up for. Maybe that's why nobody even tries....sigh.
I'mina go start looking. Let me know what you guys find out, okay? And...if you see a Vet, at least look him in the eye and give him a smile, if not just say "Thanks".....buy a posey, wear a bracelet, display a flag, or a patch or a plate or a sticker. Let them know you give a damn.
Please.
Update @ 12:20 am...Snopes says it's not true. Well, good, then. Better not be.
I still don't (and never have really) like Target more than Wal-Mart, though. However, that's just me.
And-
What I said to and about Nam Vets still stands. I'm sorry, as we all ought ta be and show 'em you give a damn and haven't forgotten, okay? Thay deserve the support...they just haven't gotten much of it. Do what ya can to change that.
It's about time...ya know?
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January 16, 2004
Well, okay, but...
I've always found horses to be much more reliable.
(Headline found on Yahoo Homepage) Turkey Warns of Internal Fighting in Iraq I don't suppose getting information about Iraq from turkeys is any worse than the 'bird-brains' we've been getting (and ignoring) it from so far. Never listen to a cow, though. They pass on gossip like gospel. Pigs know their shit, but don't mouth off about it and chickens...well, chickens are cool, but much to self-involved to worry about politics. Sheep just go along with what the majority of the larger animals say. Goats couldn't care less one way or the other.Dogs and cats are above it all. Rabbits are too timid to voice opinions, but if they ever pulled themsleves together, by their sheer numbers, we'd be in deep (rabbit) shit.
Rats and birds think it's all shit to begin with and laugh at us for taking it (and ourselves) so seriously. So, maybe turkeys are the best source of info that would stoop to working with our idiotic government.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:34 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I am such a 'tard....
And...I hate math, remember? Numbers make my brain bleed.
I just looked at Site Meter again and the number that I am thisclose to getting to is.....9100...*rimshot*
It's 9091, not 9991.
So, I may well not live long enough to see 10,000, afterall.
I'm blaming this on 'my little friend' who showed up early last evening. I'm not sure, exactly, how the two are related, but...trust me. They are.
Siiiigh.
Where's the Ibuprofen?
Posted by: Stevie at 10:09 AM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Speaking of vacuum cleaners...
(And, yeah, we were...in the comments)
The vacuum I have now is an ass-kickin' lil thang. It's a Eureka Rally. I got it at Wal-Mart and it was only $50. It does this whole house with one bag, even when the floors are at their worst...straw bits, scattered litter, dog kibble crumbs, animal hair, wood chips, parakeet flingings (including, but not limited to: seeds and feathers), those little zig-zaggy strips of dried 'mud' that come out of the tread of barn boots, screws, loose change...you name it, I've sucked it up with that thing.
The absolute only problem I have with it is the empty-headed dillholes at Wal-Mart who cannot seem to figure out how to keep the bags in stock. How friggin hard can it be to write the letter "T" on the order form?
Apparently it's impossible.
When they first didn't have any, I cleaned out the one I had.
479 times.
Then, I got mad and took the one out of the display model. This last time we went there, I took a chance and looked for the "T"-style bags. EUREKA!!! (Now I know why they call these vacuums that...) They had two packs. I immediately turned into Daffy Duck "MINE!!!! They're mine...allll mine. I'm rich, I'm rich...Mine, mine, mine!!!"
I got to the cart and noticed one pack was open and one of the three bags was gone.
Ya know what? I didn't give a shit. I bought both packs without a word.
I figured we were even.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:18 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Excuse me...
Will whoever owns the Clydesdale who currently has a rear hoof planted on each of my ovaries please come get his fat ass?
Thank you.
(For the record, he's putting more weight on the left one....OW, damn it.)
Posted by: Stevie at 06:59 AM | Comments (41) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I'm sorry, but...
Bush smokes crack. He must. Go read the shit he says. He makes Dan Quayle sound like a graduate of Oxford.
I'd honestly have to think about, then guess, which political party he is and I don't listen to one word he ever says*, so this isn't about politics. To me, it's about being fuckin' stupid. (*Maybe why this is so unbelievably shocking/sad/funny/scary/new to me.)
This kinda stuff is funny when it's Archie Bunker saying it. He's supposed to be a twit. But, this guy?
Man, we are fucked with this moron running things.
Please help.
Thanks,
me
Posted by: Stevie at 03:34 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
My God...
Somebody lookin' for Joey Coyle got here through Google. So, I click the link to see where I come in on that search (25th-pretty cool) and discover that I'm one number higher than Benicio's official site. I just stared for a minute at that, let me tell ya.
Then, I finally snapped to and clicked his link. Awesome.
Not the site....him.
But still...I'm 25 and he's 26? Unbelievable.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:40 AM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Two things...
That are completely retarded, nonetheless kinda cool.
Wearing a long flannel nightgown and, when yer chilly, standing over top of a heat vent when the heater comes on. And, being cold, then laying down in a warm water bed...same thing, more or less.
Reaching out in front of myself, making a cup of coffe or typing or something and seeing (This is gonna sound sooo stupid....lol)...seeing my hair laying on my upper arms and noticing that it's long enough to damn near reach my elbows. Another hair related thing (or two, since I'm on this subject)...
It's also cool when your hair finally gets long enough that when you sit back in a chair, you need to lean forward to be able to get off your hair so you can move your head. Or when you're on an ambulance squad and, while you're running a stretcher to the open door of a LifeFlight chopper, some guy stops you just long enough to slap his helmet on your head and yell to ya to "Keep this on under those blades!" Then, he explains a few minutes later that your hair is long enough to get sucked up into the blades and mess up your weekend. Oh. Wow. (Cool...) (And, actually it's longer now than it was then...)
I want it to the floor. I'll settle for my butt, though. The longer, the better. For guys, too. (Gawd...don't even let me get started on men and hair again...or Bret Hart, for that matter.)
Anyhow, if the reason to stay alive, no matter how stupid it seems, is to find a whole mess of little things that are good, as opposed to waitng to win the lottery, I think this kinda shit qualifies.
As I stumble across these cool little things, I'm gonna at least mention, if not explain, them here. Then, when the tarpit that is depression gets too deep again, either I can re-read them, or y'all can use 'em to leverage me out...just c&p 'em in the comments....lol.
Got the movie "Clueless" on now. I've got it not only on the tape I made offa HBO, but the commercial video, too. Sometimes, I feel like one of the world's oldest teenagers, I swear.
Of course, I do like Cher's step-brother Josh the most. That guy is currently Phoebe's boyfriend on 'Friends', btw.
I'd have a hard time trying to choose between him and Travis Birkenstock, actually.
Posted by: Stevie at 02:20 AM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
January 15, 2004
My Gawd....
I get a comment from Donnie and I haven't been back since.
That led me here. Which, in turn, led to here. Which led me here.
Random Fate is also excellent and not just cause the guy got ripped off in the 'being taught math' department like I was.
Tequila Mockingbird is written by a female. This makes, what?....still less than 10 women I like? You know if I'm recommending a woman, she'd GOOD. And, she is.
Greg, the guy who writes "Geese" is just plain....crazy/funny/cool/smart...the kinda stuff you DO NOT want to be trying to swallow coffee (or anything else) while reading. This guy is killin' me, making me laugh out loud. All alone...in a room...by myself. *Gets up and makes sure front door is LOCKED lest the dudes with the white coats show up* Anyhow, I got the email/comment from Donnie, like, two hours ago and I'm still reading "Geese" with every intention of clicking back through all those pages to read the ones who led me there. Two things immediately spring to mind...1. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I am on the teflon expressway. And...if ya's don't hear from me for a while...God only knows where the hell I am. I'm goin' back to "Geese" now. God only knows where that'll lead.... Thanks, Donnie! I love ya, Brother!! Update 9:12pm: Dear Greg-author of "Geese",
'Kneecaps of braised duck'?....That's it. I just herniated myself laughing.... Update again at 9:57pm...now he did it. Well, I suppose technically I should say 'then he did it'...Last August, right about the time I changed the name of this blog from BrainFartz to Xfire, he used 'cross fire' in a post about good rock and roll. Ya know, in between posting pics of himself in a gorgeous 'duster type' coat and a Sylvester Cat suit, this guy's funny as all hell.
Y'all have GOT to read his blog. It's bordering on serious dane bramage over there....
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