Friday, October 31, 2003

today - hmm what to say? just got a call from one of my bro's re eulogy for gracie, can't really write that i can hear her nagging me over and over again in my head ' do something with your hair! it's like a rats nest! i'm gonna cut it all off!' over and over and over and over... funny things.. the time she sat between steve and i to stop us fighting all the way across the nullabor, Wayne driving and playing his friggin herb alpert and the tijuana brass tape on an endless loop all the way... bloody spanish flea!! god i love it :D i had to go and buy a copy on vinyl at the salvos for old times sake a few years ago... memories.. can you see why i'm so warped?? my childhood dogged by too much benny hill and monty python, and endless repetition of herb alpert and whenever we complained it just made uncle wayne giggle maniacally and turn it up.... hehehee!!



Thursday, October 30, 2003

Today marks the passing of a remarkable woman, strong of mind and spirit even when the body had become frail, mischevious and manipulative, generous and vocal, cheeky and bawdy though always pretending to be above anything that she actually was probably doing... liked a tipple, taught me much, hurt me much, loved me much, did the best she could, forged new paths, quietly covered old tracks, flew in the face of convention, enjoyed materialism, vanity, laughter, socialising, witty and piss taking, this all of this was Grace, my grandmother. In her 93rd year she has left us, like all of the women on both sides of my family, in her 9th decade, I swear the female line is going for Bradmans average...

Normally by now i would be discussing the wonderful evening i had last night, dinner with B & G and Mort with a 19 strong MiFFi contingent, perhaps even the uber-amusing ride home :D but alas, there is a funeral on my calender for monday, celebrations tomorrow night for dear Laura Joy (Laura Laura, oh how we adore her!!!) who passed this June, and I am not feeling as talkative as i might feel otherwise...

meanwhile, i'll let the good doctor have a word with you...

Doctor Evil's Childhood
written by Mike Myers

Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist (Carrie Fisher): Oh no, please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know, we have to stop.



this blog is playing up :( should have read:
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee i'm flyingggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

and happy birthday Tina!!!

from last nite... but here is a quote or two to start the day :)

"The body will be turned by the power of the spiritual consciousness into a true and fit and perfectly responsive instrument of the Spirit."

-Sri Aurobindo

and dear Ashlar sent me the Epitaph of Twilight


Unknown where the Cursed Wave was born...
After the stars doth cross the heavens...
The sky in the East doth darken.
And air doth fills with mourning.
From the chosen land beyond the forest,
A sign of the Wave comes.
Riding the Wave is: Skeith, the Shadow of Death,
to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit, Innis,
Betray all with the flawed image,
and did aid the Wave.
And by the Power of Magus,
a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens,
and creates a new Wave.

With the Wave, Fidchell,
the power to tell the dark future,
hope darkens, sadness and despair rule.
Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave.
Macha seduces with the sweet trap.
Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can.
Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.
And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave.
Only a void remains.
From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.

Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army.
Apeiron, King of Light, beckons... At the base of the rainbow they meet.
Against the abominable "Wave," together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power - all now to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowless one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.

The wife buffeted by "waves" turns her back on the field.
The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated,
"For sure... For sure I can go home."
But the girl did not know...
The truth that waited at the end of the journey
The eternal mourning of her land.

In the place of the calamitous, only life was known.
After the circling stars
When the eastern dark void, the air full of despair
In the depths of the divided forest, in the land of Karma,

Riding fast on the path is Skeith
Bearing death's shadow, it eliminates all that seek to thwart it.
The Confusing Mirage, Innis
Decieves those that see it with illusions, rescues the waves

The wave soaring high, when its head is smashed,
A new wave will emerge
To become Magus's power.
When questioning the wave,
Hope's light will be lost when he speaks of the dark future of where sorrow and resignation reign.
Using Fiddlehiem's Technique

When englufed by the Waves of Calamity, Gole will plan
The sweet snare of conciliation is Maha
The Waves, an exceeding maelstrom
Nothing can escape

When you think you have escaped, Talvos exists
To destroy those with his exceeding cruelty
Upon violent requital, only to remain is the void, the vacant darkness
is the harbringer that Copernic is to appear.

----Epitaph of the Twilight
----Emma Wieland



Tuesday, October 28, 2003

errgghh!! i'm tired and yet it's so early!! ah well i'll head off in a bit, had a head full of poetry today and i didn't write that down either :D just spent the last few hours watching disk 1 of futurama season 3 box set - i see what you mean re the pauses swifty - i had assumed they were original advertising pauses rather than layer changes - weird huh? so far so good with disk one played all the way through no probs. did some b'day shoppin today, tina, sheree and my bro mark all within a week and this friday is the laura's friends gathering - to me it's a wake - and so beautifully timed on all hallows eve and all.... :D i'm looking forward to it.. pity i don't drink really aint it? never mind i'm an idiot sober so it's all good :D Thanks for the dvd loaner Jo, am loving it - when i get the time :D back to ssd7 tomorrow and ex1 not marked yet - since last wednesday... hehehe anyone would think it was a crucial exam!! LOL nay mind, early days yet for moi... then off tomorrow nite to see Terry Pratchett's Mort at the Bakehouse theatre... email or sms me quick i think wilmo has a coupla spare tickets booked if you want to go ... meet there at angas st at 7.45pm $10 for the group booked tickets... bad bad naughty blogger!!!!

where is 10cc's 'life is a minestrone' when you need it?
todays music: predominately the J's with a tad of ThreeDradio



Monday, October 27, 2003

monday monday, so good to me
monday morning it was all i hoped it would be ee ee ee...

that beauty is in the eye of the bee holder we know...
but mondays are in the palm of my hand waiting to be crushed like pathetic ants.. oh wait.. that's my megalomania fantasy... rewind................

dvd day rocked as always.. though brief.. nowhere near as many speshul features as there were on the spinal tap dvd for instance, and the true romance sound setup sucked so bad that we had to play it through my *cough*mono*cough* telly :( yeah i'm a povo student so shut up :P ... jjsgtnhttro came through with spectacular munchibles..i do believe we grazed solidly amidst the groans and laughter... true romance didn't stand up as well as i would have liked.... perhaps it was not best suited to being the final movie for the day as it's pace was so much slower than from dusk till dawn.. truly a body count flick if ever there was one... mucho death in tr but more story, wacky as it is... the two best scenes of course are still fantastic, patricia arquette and james gandolfini going head to head in the motel, and Christopher Walken and Dennis Hopper head to head in the trailer... mmmmmmmmmm so good!!! hehee you're an eggplant! and you're a cantaloupe! hmm finish some housework then off to tafe i go... hi ho hi ho


I am Cheddar!
A classic, you are always there to depend on.
Never boring, never exciting.
Your excellence remains constant.

Take the test at cheese.misabel.com

currently listening to:
Plastic Fantastic Lover -Jefferson Airplane - album -Surrealistic Pillow

Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile
Is nothing but electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's a part of a colorful time

Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes
You wear 'cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic lover

Your rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothing but a used machine
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I've ever seen

Cosmetic baby, plug into me
And never, ever find another
And I realize no one's wise
To my plastic fantastic lover

The electrical dust is starting to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste

Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is draining me
On my plastic fantastic lover



Sunday, October 26, 2003

Well it's not the most eloquent i've ever been, but at least it's done.. my kill bill review is here at last!! enjoy - or not :P

Kill Bill - another fabulous action packed outing from Mr Tarantino, again paying loving homage to his favourite movie genres, this time it's Samurai to Hong Kong action / B Kung Fu movies to Spaghetti western. In this instance, we follow our heroine - code name 'Black Mamba' aka 'The Bride', played by Uma Thurman, on a voyage back and forwards through time, discovering her herstory and unravelling a tale of revenge, deception and double crosses galore. We open with the very pregnant Black Mamba's wedding, watching as she is the last of the entire wedding party to be executed by her former boss and colleagues, her final words as she is shot in the head inform her assassin that the baby she is carrying is his. Black Mamba does not die however, she slips into a coma from which she awakens five years hence and minus her baby...At this point I should mention that I'm not normally an Uma fan, don't dislike her but I had never been really grabbed and convinced by one of her performances - until now that is. Black Mamba is on screen for most of the movie - and is fantastic, Uma carries it beautifully.
As in all of Tarantino's work, once again we are invited to look at the mundane human aspects of the lives of extraordinarily violent people, we are shown them with humour, respect and sympathy, despite a kind of comic book shallowness, we connect, we are drawn in, we empathise.
The action sequences are fantastico, even down to the wirework, which is brought back from superhuman abilities to human frailty with a little overbalancing, tentative footwork on the balustrade, a nice touch I thought.
For the first time, in this movie we are introduced to one of the main characters, arch nemesis and former colleague o-ren ishii (Lucy Liu) through the medium of anime... beautifully done IMHO, but I am not qualified to analyse this in any depth, that's up to you guys.
Watch for my favourite characters - Buck and GoGo... delightful cameos of note :)!
You know what I like about Tarantino films? It's the little things.... ;)
The Game of Death homage where Black Mamba is dressed like Bruce Lee in a yellow track suit with chunky vertical black stripe, accessorised with matching bike leathers and full face helmet as she single handedly wipes out the Japanese yakuza..
Nice one Quentin!
The symbolism of the all too literal pool of blood in the restaurant...
The bamboo fountain, counting down the minutes of life like a slow, soft, soporific metronome...thock..............thock...............thock
The pristine snow covered Japanese garden, setting for the final showdown, so simple, clean and soft, the purity of blood spilt for honour..

cat's thoughts: Did not want this to end!! Phew! thankfully there's a part II

score: 9/10 as it lost a point for making me wait for part II



Saturday, October 25, 2003

oh - and btw.. a tad of eastern philosophy to share

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

From "Teachings of the Hindu Mystics," © 2001 by Andrew Harvey




well it's official.. i feel like crapola but i'm not too sure why..... tho anything goes really in regards to me feeling crappy.. perhaps a few late nites did the damage.. but no matter .. tis not so bad that tomorrow's bloodthirsty viewing fest with jjsgtnhttro, and lots of yummy goodies wont fix it... let's face it.. what on earth wouldn't that fix? truly a panacea for all ills :D

I know! I know! i have some movie reviews owing to the web and MiFFi and other people.. who ever you may be out there.... but i'm slack.. so Kill Bill the review, Wonderboys the review and Donny Darko the review will have to wait i'm afraid :) sorry bout that folks.

Have been getting deeply in touch with my shadow self these last few days, been reckless and reactionary within myself, not perhaps so much outwardly, only a little or i would have run off and bought the same pda-video-phone as swiftness... but i restrained meself - good aint i? But it seems an interesting journey time for me spiritually... enough of that for now ;)

suffice to say,
currently wishes she was listening to:

Magic Man - Heart (From the album "Dreamboat Annie")

Cold, late night so long ago
when I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
I never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
we'd seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me....he looked right through me....yeah

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"you don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand...try to understand
Try, try, try to understand.....I'm a magic man"

Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
"Never think of never..let this spell last forever"
Well, summer lover passed to fall
tried to realize it all
Mama says she's worried..growing up in a hurry

"Come on home, girl" Mama cried on the phone
"Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home"
But try to understand....try to understand
Try, try, try to understand..he's a magic man, Mama...ah...he's a magic man

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child"
But try to understand...try to understand..
Oh...oh....try, try, try to understand....
He's a magic man....oh....he's got the magic hands

(solos) OoooOooo's over top

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile"
But try to understand....try to understand
Try, try, try to understand...he's a magic man.....yeah...oh......

magic man :)



Thursday, October 23, 2003

Quite a good walkie goodness day today.. early early as am off to the chiropractor shortly and have jan coming to go over some financial stuff, i think i have dr burnet this arvo too, then possibly coffee with mike if i can stay awake!! aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! nah not really, feel pretty good all things considered atm ;) and there's lots to consider, but i wont go in to THAT now, i have to get going.. meanwhile, enjoy my love hina goodness.... i think they got me right... don't you? muahahahahhahahha lol

Well-endowed both in mind and in body, you don't hesitate to use both to your advantage! Your confidence and sense of humour make you a pleasure to be around. You're crafty, clever and cute - a formula that would bring any man to his knees! But while your wit and charisma are definite assets, others may not be able to keep up with your resourceful intelligence. Take care not to overwhelm people with your treasures. Which Love Hina Girl Are You?

currently listening to: ThreeD radio



Wednesday, October 22, 2003

oopsie nearly forgot! listening to these two all day long:

There She Goes Again The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967)

There she goes again
She’s out on the streets again
She’s down on her knees, my friend
But you know she’ll never ask you please again

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
She won’t take it from just any guy, what can you do
You see her walkin’ on down the street
Look at all your friends she’s gonna meet
You better hit her

There she goes again
She’s knocked out on her feet again
She’s down on her knees, my friend
But you know she’ll never ask you please again

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do
You see her walkin’ on down the street
Look at all your friends that she’s gonna meet
You better hit her

Now take a look, there’s no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away
See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends that she’s gonna meet

She’s gonna bawl and shout
She’s gonna work it
She’s gonna work it out, bye bye
Bye bye baby
All right


Venus In Furs Lyrics Velvet Underground And Nico

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart



Wiigii your big toe.................

damn, Kill Bill was fantabulous... i'm so tired tho that i can't write a proper review yet.. that will take time and probably some chocolate and coffee may be involved, but i'm not promising anything at this stage... still the sql is dry stuff, but the lecture today was a tad more animated, nice use of the whiteboard Nino! cool keeep it up :D Oh and thanks for the coffee(read sanity) break Brian.... indeed could have stayed in the caff all day... but next time we should sneak off for proper coffee... damn i feel like a truant even considering it... damn these bloody values that i have, damn them all to hell i say!! anyway got some work done, handed up ex1 and then immediately began to question my choice of union over natural join... oh bugger i'll just wait and see eh? Sunday approacheth with the promise of a fabo day with JenJen(so good they named her twice)TheRambunctiousOne, from Dusk til Dawn is on the DVD menu as is True Romance.. mmmmm blood and humour.. sweeeeeeeeeeet :D which reminds me to get myself off the dial up and see if i can book them at the ever faithful alpha video.. fabo place that... veritable warehouse of dusty viewing goodness :D *NB if this makes no sense... well that's situation normal really isn't it, but you could add to that some tiredness delirium.... got to see the famous MiFFi t-shirt last night.. 'Dan' you have excelled yourself, i say 'Dan' because it's hard to think of you with yet another name.. along with Daniel and Wilmo and Cap'n Wilmington.. which is what you are under in my mobile ph address book in case you're interested.. i would have put JenJen(so good they named her twice)TheRambunctiousOne under Anne uuhhhuuhhhmelmehay... but i couldn't be stuffed.. :P and swifty, i been calling him swifty so long i forget he's got a real name :D lol.... i think...... lol... you have haven't you swifty old boy? :P well i can't seem to finish a thought let alone type one atm so .....



Tuesday, October 21, 2003

Blessed are the cheesegraters!



Monday, October 20, 2003


and is brought to you by the number 43256132 / 0 and the letter F

Blerrgghhyy!! dull dull study.. dry as dust dull as dishwater... anyhoo still working away.. coz that's the kind of gal i am.. yaeh right!!
looking forward to kill bill 2morree nite with the cineMiFFi review crew.. should be outstanding even with a screening time of 7.10 pm.. come along and meet us at the bottom of the stairs at TTP at 6.45-6.50 if you wanna come along and didn't have the info previously.. you do now.. just look for the Misfit Freedom Fighters.. use your imagination.. we're not hard to spot.. :P
mmmm blood and gorey goodness.. i hope the effects are good tho i presume it will stick to the rather comic book stylings we have grown used to from mr tarantino.. anything has got to be better than Jackie Brown tho as that was shite.. despite robert deniro and samuel l jackson.. grrrrrrr bad movie that one... Looking forward also to my next dvd marathon with JenJen(so good they named her twice)theRambunctiousOne -> looking at at least watching True Romance and some other gems that the Jennifer one wishes to introduce me to or something i forgot bad me!! possibly this coming sunday... sundays seem to be girl dayz lately.. nothing wrong with that :D Swifty says get the comments box working and i says.. yeah sure... ASAP*cough* erm... wont be long now i promise :D only if ashlar and wilmo do too!! lol damn i'm a sheep!!!
some lowlife stole the abovementioned JJSGTNHTTRO's bag from her car on a work expedition, post office i believe.. read this u thief and feel my daggers emanate from the text!! grrr!!! roaarrrr!!! may the vengeance of a tarantino hero be thrust upon you!! you know that's gotta hurt...
hmm back to some sql perhaps or cache hit ratios? bit operations? at least the latter two are interesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
would i lie to you? :-)

it's over rover.. cya

currently listening to: Nocturama - Nick Cave



Sunday, October 19, 2003

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Sprinting along the mountains, clutching a reflective halberd, cometh Caffien'd! And she gives a bloodthirsty cry:

"I'm going to punch you like a rabid gangsta bitch!!"

Find out!
Enter username:
Are you a girl, or a guy ?

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latest pc spaz: my intellisoft pro decided it was wireless AND low on batteries despite the bleeding obviousness of it's usb dependance... dunce machine.. Swifty.. do not speak of my OS!!! :P

currently listening to: Embryonic Journey - Jefferson Airplane



Good Morning Starshine! it's 6am and i'm just finishing coffee number one prior to heading out for 7k's of walkie goodness :D
I managed to finish my set work yesterday which is a mental hurdle cleared away, so a fully recreational sunday for me it is! Susan is heading over here at 9am, bringing more than 20 cd's (that'll keep us busy) and her guitar - hehe a beginnerers jam session is on the cards!

Yesterday bought my first mango of the season, and down south here it was a cool $2.50 au, soon the prices shall drop however :) and it will be mango and peach goodness all the way when the rest of the stone fruit are in season... ie; late summer...

speaking of summer, got sunburnt yesterday... betw 7am and 8.30am!! not badly but enough to sap my strength like kryptonite and leave me feeling sweepy all day long :( then a cool change hit and i have that evil sunburnt shivery chills thing happening... ewwwwwwwwww!!

still packing, cleaning, purging possessions etc in preparation to move house... soon but i don't know when. I have three offers of share housing and am waiting on my offer of govt housing to see what i am entitled too... the most important thing to me right now is to have somewhere to live where i can gets some sleep!! Oh and i also want to invent uber1337haX0ry goodness in a can... :)

currently listening to: "I can't make your way" by the Yardbirds

I Can't Make Your Way (Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
I can't make your way.
Silly men, they all get worried,
Live their life so worthlessly,
Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried,
They should take a look at me.
Taxman, rentman, they all chase me,
I ain't home when they come round.
Got no money, live my life free,
That's the best way, I have found.

I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.

I can't make your way.
Is that me I hear you calling?
Do I hear you call my name?
It ain't me that will be falling,
Ten years time, I'll be the same.

I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.
I can't make your way.



Saturday, October 18, 2003

seems just about anything will drag me away from my current exercise.. but i've done quite a bit and a break was in order when the cd made it to the last track of 'At the Sound of the Bell' and my attention drifted outside.. through the window to where the dark rumbling clouds are rolling over the rooftops of the flats and funny little houses in my street... This view is so dramatic and the air is charged with electricity.. nervous excitement spreads racing through my awareness...


currently listening to: Did you see him cry? by Pavlov's Dog

David Surkamp - Douglas Rayburn

How many times has he waited there
Beneath the boughs of angel hair
Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind
That whipped and chaffed his face
And left him that much more apart
From his old dreams that new lovers
Cannot own or hope to ever know
What's behind an old man's lonely eyes

When he's alone and the sun is high
Children laugh and he'd like to hide
Days like these seem to hang on
For so long
They seem to drag him down
And leave him that much more apart
And he wishes someone would invite him home
To pass the time
Or to maybe find some time
Or maybe

Did you see him cry

Did you ever watch him pace
And all the ways he tries to hide his face
Misplaced in a world not like his own
And did you ever stop to speak
Or hear him try to tell about
How she and he were lovers
Just like you
And they were just like you



Morning all :) and a very wiigii good morning it is too :D

well here's proof that i'm doing everything possible to avoid study... tinkering wiv me blog template early on a sat morn.. yes i am not a well person at all :P thanks very much!

have updated some linkies in me right sidebar.. so if ya luvs me (and why wouldn't ya? :P) and you're not already featured drop me a line and i'll add you :D - if you're very very good that is.. oh and i haven't forgotten anyone.. i'm just normally this confused :D

ciao wiigii wiigii :)



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