I've been asked a few times if I've met Cooper. Sadly the answer is no.
But I relish that the question is asked and that, well, other questions are also asked.
People who speak openly of mastication find themselves the topics of speculation. And I find it to be a complement of a high order to be speculated about with the likes of Cooper.
Pia has written of her memories surrounding a certain day, some twenty-two years ago, when the Earth became a slightly happier place, even if it didn't know it yet. Having not arrived on the scene in 1985, I can't do the same. But I can say a few things about 2005, when I stopped by to find that she'd learned a few of the same lessons at the advent of my (now perforated) college career.
I was at a school that I percieved to be completely at odds with my style. Signs of intelligent life were sparse and I spent most of my time either in the park or coffee shop writing or with friends or both, or in front of my computer late at night, fueled by coffee. Is the latter perhaps a bad habit?
Probably.
But two years ago it got a whole lot more worthwhile.
There was the infamous conversation, there were also many others. Always something to look forward to that brought a smile to my face after a day of battling writer's block, finally coming up with something, and being greeted by the blank faces of design and dance majors who were taking that lit class only because they needed the credit and would say things to the effect that my writing was too "smart".
Cooper at times I believe has understood me when I didn't.
She manages to draw to herself plenty of detractors, which I'm more than happy to flame on.
Though I don't see how one could not love her. She's artistic, compassionate, intelligent...
Yes, she's damn hot. I noticed. You did, too.
All in all someone who to say that I'm glad to know her is an understatement.
Cooper, having honored your wishes and made no fuss over your graduation as it was simply going to happen anyways and you didn't see it as an accomplishment, I felt it necessary to put some words down here to congratulate you for living another year =P
Happy Birthday, Cooper.
I hope today is as good as it can get. Which isn't really anything I don't wish for you on any other day, but I'm saying it today
Hugs and love. Don't let the grind wear you down.
5.30.2007
You've got to admit, it's getting better
Pardon if the font color seems ugly or out of place, I've been told that my previous shade was giving some people trouble. I fully intend to hone it to fit my aesthetic.
Also, it came to my attention that IE was having trouble with my blog. Namely, it was stacking my columns on top of one another instead of putting them side by side. I asked a friend why this might happen. He, in turn, asked a friend, and a conclusion was drawn.
"Because Internet Explorer sucks"
And it's hard to disagree there. Like an idiot child, it understood the working parts, but couldn't follow the instructions to assemble them.
After some tweaking, I was able to get the first two to go where they should, but it still doesn't understand the concept fully. The third one dangles off at the end of the content, dragging the footer down with it. Though all it contains is my bloglog badge, profile link, and archive log. The host of links on the left will satisfy for now. I'll revisit the dangling third column some time when it's not four in the god damned morning and also when I give a shit. If for whatever reason Firefox doesn't work well on your machine, I understand, and that's most of the reason why I bothered anyways. Also, Cooper told me that she wanted me to reach out and reminded me that most people still use Explorer.
But seriously. Don't use IE unless you have to. It's basically horrible.
Fun fact: The badge that says I support Firefox can be seen in Firefox, but not IE
Who would have fucking guessed
Oh speaking of links, you may noticed that I've added some. We here at RoaII have looked favorably upon Steph's Much Ado About Sumthin' (I wonder if she's aware that if she's following the same convention as the Shakespeare play then her title suggests that she's blogging about dick. It's a joke lost on most people ) and Kait's Dark Black Dress (Not having ever worn one myself, it's a testament to her that I read the blog. Also, should I occasion to wear one, which I'll readily admit is not a stretch of a hypothetical, she shall be consulted.) for some time, and the lack of recognition is an oversight at best.
Also you may notice that I've linked to twenty more webcomics. You can feel free to ignore/continue to ignore them as part of the reason they're there is my tendency to use my link section in lieu of a bookmarks page. They are, in fact, good. So by all means, check them out if you think you might enjoy them. I'll grant that not many people are as interested in the comic strip as I am.
Well, if you were looking for something other than a blog status update I'm afraid there will have to be disappointment because I'm damned tired at the moment.
Laters.
Also, it came to my attention that IE was having trouble with my blog. Namely, it was stacking my columns on top of one another instead of putting them side by side. I asked a friend why this might happen. He, in turn, asked a friend, and a conclusion was drawn.
"Because Internet Explorer sucks"
And it's hard to disagree there. Like an idiot child, it understood the working parts, but couldn't follow the instructions to assemble them.
After some tweaking, I was able to get the first two to go where they should, but it still doesn't understand the concept fully. The third one dangles off at the end of the content, dragging the footer down with it. Though all it contains is my bloglog badge, profile link, and archive log. The host of links on the left will satisfy for now. I'll revisit the dangling third column some time when it's not four in the god damned morning and also when I give a shit. If for whatever reason Firefox doesn't work well on your machine, I understand, and that's most of the reason why I bothered anyways. Also, Cooper told me that she wanted me to reach out and reminded me that most people still use Explorer.
But seriously. Don't use IE unless you have to. It's basically horrible.
Fun fact: The badge that says I support Firefox can be seen in Firefox, but not IE
Who would have fucking guessed
Oh speaking of links, you may noticed that I've added some. We here at RoaII have looked favorably upon Steph's Much Ado About Sumthin' (I wonder if she's aware that if she's following the same convention as the Shakespeare play then her title suggests that she's blogging about dick. It's a joke lost on most people ) and Kait's Dark Black Dress (Not having ever worn one myself, it's a testament to her that I read the blog. Also, should I occasion to wear one, which I'll readily admit is not a stretch of a hypothetical, she shall be consulted.) for some time, and the lack of recognition is an oversight at best.
Also you may notice that I've linked to twenty more webcomics. You can feel free to ignore/continue to ignore them as part of the reason they're there is my tendency to use my link section in lieu of a bookmarks page. They are, in fact, good. So by all means, check them out if you think you might enjoy them. I'll grant that not many people are as interested in the comic strip as I am.
Well, if you were looking for something other than a blog status update I'm afraid there will have to be disappointment because I'm damned tired at the moment.
Laters.
5.25.2007
Am I slipping? or "My audition for BlogCritics" DAMMIT RETURN MY EMAIL
So ever since Syd Barrett died I'd been keeping tabs to see when and if there'd be a tribute gig. Then one day I hear on the radio that it'd already been done.
About two years ago I'd heard tell of a compilation album in tribute to The Band. Naturally, I watched like a hawk as that progressed as well. And yet the release completely flitted my radar. It came out in January and I've only heard it just now. This is a problem.
I'm not quite certain how much I've gotten it across here that I absolutely love The Band. Certainly one of the most musically talented groups in history (Three of the greatest lead singers in rock history, a backup singer who could have been the lead for most bands of similar stature, and every single damned one of them a genius on their instrument as well as maybe one or two others). Levon Helm's drumming powered a great many of their songs, and few drummers have done nearly as well as him singing from behind the kit. Rick Danko is the sort of guy you'd watch if you wanted to become a bassist. Richard Manuel edges out Joe Cocker as the closest thing to a white Ray Charles with his talent on the piano and well, see for yourself. In Garth Hudson they had a brilliant instrumentalist whose repertoire I can't trust myself to list in its entirety. Robertson didn't try to impress too much with his licks (which isn't to say that he couldn't, he kept pace with Slowhand himself onstage) but his sound was excellent. They meshed together seamlessly and put out songs rich in sound and sentiment. And not in the dopey, weepy way that has grown prominent lately.
If you don't feel anything when you hear "It Makes No Difference," I'm not sure what I can think about you.
From The Last Waltz, which you absolutely have to see if you call yourself a fan of rock and roll. Yes, I'm a dude who lays down ultimatums at times, but honestly I really can't see why I'd be resisted here. That song was covered by My Morning Jacket in the tribute album. They're perhaps guilty of covering it too closely, but the lead guitar is distinct and really those dudes are a lot like The Band anyways.
Some of the best Dylan live moments were when he was backed by The Band. They are, in fact, the ones responsible for getting him plugged in, and by extension played a hand in one of the greatest rock songs of all time, "Like a Rolling Stone." The first time he played it live he was backed by them at the Newport Folk Festival, and inspired the rage of the audience, though perhaps it may have been because the PA was leveraged for acoustic performances. They may have been the best backing band in rock history; their commercial success came after years of backing Ronnie Hawkins and then Bob Dylan. In their final concert (The Last Waltz) they backed a veritable catalog of legendary rockers and weaned out of them phenomenal performances.
I'm not here to give a history lesson, though.
Dylan's son Jakob plays a song on the album, and there's a reason he makes it clear he's not trying to follow in his father's footsteps; he's a damned fine singer and musician in his own right.
One of my favorite bands from this era; Blues Traveler, appears as well and damn if John Popper doesn't still play the harmonica like it was gold plated and won from the Devil.
The Allman Brothers Band with The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down. Death Cab For Cutie with Rockin' Chair. Government Mule with Shape I'm In. Jack Johnson with I Shall Be Released. These people are no slouches and while it would be a hell of a lot to expect from anyone to top The Band at their own material I wasn't disappointed by any rendition. I am disappointed with Guster for doing a shitty video that goes with their otherwise excellent cover of This Wheel's on Fire that's basically a shot for shot adaptation of parts of The Last Waltz and utterly sucked, nevermind that it interrupted the song, but I can easily avoid seeing that should I wish and in fact am going to aid you in avoiding it by not linking to the Youtube.
You can actually listen to it in its entirety here and I very much suggest that you check it out. It's a fitting tribute to a group of rock's perhaps most unsung legends.
Also, Studio 60 is back on the air to run out the remainder of its episodes and I'm probably going to write something about that eventually.
About two years ago I'd heard tell of a compilation album in tribute to The Band. Naturally, I watched like a hawk as that progressed as well. And yet the release completely flitted my radar. It came out in January and I've only heard it just now. This is a problem.
I'm not quite certain how much I've gotten it across here that I absolutely love The Band. Certainly one of the most musically talented groups in history (Three of the greatest lead singers in rock history, a backup singer who could have been the lead for most bands of similar stature, and every single damned one of them a genius on their instrument as well as maybe one or two others). Levon Helm's drumming powered a great many of their songs, and few drummers have done nearly as well as him singing from behind the kit. Rick Danko is the sort of guy you'd watch if you wanted to become a bassist. Richard Manuel edges out Joe Cocker as the closest thing to a white Ray Charles with his talent on the piano and well, see for yourself. In Garth Hudson they had a brilliant instrumentalist whose repertoire I can't trust myself to list in its entirety. Robertson didn't try to impress too much with his licks (which isn't to say that he couldn't, he kept pace with Slowhand himself onstage) but his sound was excellent. They meshed together seamlessly and put out songs rich in sound and sentiment. And not in the dopey, weepy way that has grown prominent lately.
If you don't feel anything when you hear "It Makes No Difference," I'm not sure what I can think about you.
From The Last Waltz, which you absolutely have to see if you call yourself a fan of rock and roll. Yes, I'm a dude who lays down ultimatums at times, but honestly I really can't see why I'd be resisted here. That song was covered by My Morning Jacket in the tribute album. They're perhaps guilty of covering it too closely, but the lead guitar is distinct and really those dudes are a lot like The Band anyways.
Some of the best Dylan live moments were when he was backed by The Band. They are, in fact, the ones responsible for getting him plugged in, and by extension played a hand in one of the greatest rock songs of all time, "Like a Rolling Stone." The first time he played it live he was backed by them at the Newport Folk Festival, and inspired the rage of the audience, though perhaps it may have been because the PA was leveraged for acoustic performances. They may have been the best backing band in rock history; their commercial success came after years of backing Ronnie Hawkins and then Bob Dylan. In their final concert (The Last Waltz) they backed a veritable catalog of legendary rockers and weaned out of them phenomenal performances.
I'm not here to give a history lesson, though.
Dylan's son Jakob plays a song on the album, and there's a reason he makes it clear he's not trying to follow in his father's footsteps; he's a damned fine singer and musician in his own right.
One of my favorite bands from this era; Blues Traveler, appears as well and damn if John Popper doesn't still play the harmonica like it was gold plated and won from the Devil.
The Allman Brothers Band with The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down. Death Cab For Cutie with Rockin' Chair. Government Mule with Shape I'm In. Jack Johnson with I Shall Be Released. These people are no slouches and while it would be a hell of a lot to expect from anyone to top The Band at their own material I wasn't disappointed by any rendition. I am disappointed with Guster for doing a shitty video that goes with their otherwise excellent cover of This Wheel's on Fire that's basically a shot for shot adaptation of parts of The Last Waltz and utterly sucked, nevermind that it interrupted the song, but I can easily avoid seeing that should I wish and in fact am going to aid you in avoiding it by not linking to the Youtube.
You can actually listen to it in its entirety here and I very much suggest that you check it out. It's a fitting tribute to a group of rock's perhaps most unsung legends.
Also, Studio 60 is back on the air to run out the remainder of its episodes and I'm probably going to write something about that eventually.
5.20.2007
Something goes wrong? Here? naw...
It seems I accidentally blocked comments for the last post. Not that many people read here on the weekends (or indeed at all) anyways. I have fixed the problem, in the event that anyone felt the need to say anything about it.
So it may seem obvious by now that I'm just a tiny bit odd. On Friday I was hanging out with two cousins of mine (who are, well, yeah, related to me, so you might guess what sort of people they are but actually that doesn't factor into this in particular) and we decided to order some Chinese food. One of them happens to be a vegetarian, so he ordered scallion pancakes, and bade me try a piece.
Tasty.
So I was sitting at home at about one in the morning the following night and my brother came through the door. He mentioned something about hunger and I realized that I hadn't eaten in a while either.
Naturally, the way this problem was solved was not through the more predictable means of say, making sandwiches, or even mac and cheese. No, I felt the need to whip up a couple batches of a food I'd only been introduced to hours prior.
Luckily, these things are as easy to make as they are tasty. I found the recipe here. Out of habit I doubled it and ended up cooking more than would be eaten that night, but as a result I learned that they reheat well also.
Of course I didn't follow the recipe 100%, but all I really did was add some seasoning. A bit of black and red pepper added along with the salt, and a bit of ginger and garlic with the cooking oil.
In any case, the other times I posted food things they were meat, and I figured I'd throw this out for my non-carnivorous friends. I've been since pestered to make these again, so I think this one is a winner.
So it may seem obvious by now that I'm just a tiny bit odd. On Friday I was hanging out with two cousins of mine (who are, well, yeah, related to me, so you might guess what sort of people they are but actually that doesn't factor into this in particular) and we decided to order some Chinese food. One of them happens to be a vegetarian, so he ordered scallion pancakes, and bade me try a piece.
Tasty.
So I was sitting at home at about one in the morning the following night and my brother came through the door. He mentioned something about hunger and I realized that I hadn't eaten in a while either.
Naturally, the way this problem was solved was not through the more predictable means of say, making sandwiches, or even mac and cheese. No, I felt the need to whip up a couple batches of a food I'd only been introduced to hours prior.
Luckily, these things are as easy to make as they are tasty. I found the recipe here. Out of habit I doubled it and ended up cooking more than would be eaten that night, but as a result I learned that they reheat well also.
Of course I didn't follow the recipe 100%, but all I really did was add some seasoning. A bit of black and red pepper added along with the salt, and a bit of ginger and garlic with the cooking oil.
In any case, the other times I posted food things they were meat, and I figured I'd throw this out for my non-carnivorous friends. I've been since pestered to make these again, so I think this one is a winner.
5.19.2007
Celebrations, Fear and... no actually there wasn't any Loathing now that I think of it. Hmm. Odd.
"White Russian and a Jack and Coke"
No flair in execution, but given the generosity in spirits one would be hard pressed to find fault.
"That'll be ten bucks"
"Here you go."
The currency was dispensed and I handed the latter concoction to my friend. The bartender gave me a funny look.
"I said ten bucks"
"I know. The rest is a tip"
"Huh?"
"a tip"
"what?"
I turned and approached the stage. No point in dealing in explanations here.
"Keep the change."
An acoustic guitar and a cello were being tuned. The one on stage doing nothing explained that the three of them were Ascetic Junkies, which caught me as being a rather odd addiction but I'm not one to judge. And hell, it turned out they were pretty fucking good.
They were in the middle of "You're so Bad," when something came over me. I could see only the singer; everything else was obscured by a blue haze and she was illuminated. A wave of pure joy was diluted by panic as I tried to make sense of my perception. My second White Russian was sitting on a small rail on the wall. Bad policy to leave a drink out in a public place, but it was a sparse crowd and had anyone come in that could have messed with it I would have noticed.
"Something wrong?"
My friend, standing behind me.
Motherfucker.
"no, I'm fine"
I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Ignore this terrible drug, whatever it is. Besides, I thought. Better minds than his had tried and failed to predict the results any chemical rendered on my mind.
The ride home proved difficult, as I was called on for directions. He was toying with me! I somehow managed to get him to my street. Home safe. I walked up the stairs calmly and went inside. Immediately I called the only person who I knew would have a bead on it.
"Hey, what's up?"
"What could someone have slipped me as a prank?"
"Huh?"
"I think my friend spiked one of my drinks with something at the show. Everything started going blue."
"Oh no shit? I wondered how long it'd be"
"The fuck?"
"remember that time I hypnotized you? I told you to think of a happy moment and then imagine it getting overwhelmed by a blue haze?"
"Maybe? Yes?"
"The moment you'd focused on... you'd been drinking, hadn't you?"
"You prick." The blue gave way to, well, my home. There was laughter on the other end.
"You wanna get coffee?"
"Yeah, sure."
A note from the management. It would be a mistake, as the title may have mildly suggested, to take the preceding entirely as fact, though the hypnosis bit is the truth.
Pia had mentioned that a birthday is not just a one day affair, and that's especially true with this one, as I've a few friends who've felt the need to celebrate it with me whose schedules didn't match up. Which is why there was a gap this time. I do have something for tomorrow, but that will be dealt with then. For now, the rest is silence.
Of course, technically it's been silent since word one but you know what I mean.
No flair in execution, but given the generosity in spirits one would be hard pressed to find fault.
"That'll be ten bucks"
"Here you go."
The currency was dispensed and I handed the latter concoction to my friend. The bartender gave me a funny look.
"I said ten bucks"
"I know. The rest is a tip"
"Huh?"
"a tip"
"what?"
I turned and approached the stage. No point in dealing in explanations here.
"Keep the change."
An acoustic guitar and a cello were being tuned. The one on stage doing nothing explained that the three of them were Ascetic Junkies, which caught me as being a rather odd addiction but I'm not one to judge. And hell, it turned out they were pretty fucking good.
They were in the middle of "You're so Bad," when something came over me. I could see only the singer; everything else was obscured by a blue haze and she was illuminated. A wave of pure joy was diluted by panic as I tried to make sense of my perception. My second White Russian was sitting on a small rail on the wall. Bad policy to leave a drink out in a public place, but it was a sparse crowd and had anyone come in that could have messed with it I would have noticed.
"Something wrong?"
My friend, standing behind me.
Motherfucker.
"no, I'm fine"
I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Ignore this terrible drug, whatever it is. Besides, I thought. Better minds than his had tried and failed to predict the results any chemical rendered on my mind.
The ride home proved difficult, as I was called on for directions. He was toying with me! I somehow managed to get him to my street. Home safe. I walked up the stairs calmly and went inside. Immediately I called the only person who I knew would have a bead on it.
"Hey, what's up?"
"What could someone have slipped me as a prank?"
"Huh?"
"I think my friend spiked one of my drinks with something at the show. Everything started going blue."
"Oh no shit? I wondered how long it'd be"
"The fuck?"
"remember that time I hypnotized you? I told you to think of a happy moment and then imagine it getting overwhelmed by a blue haze?"
"Maybe? Yes?"
"The moment you'd focused on... you'd been drinking, hadn't you?"
"You prick." The blue gave way to, well, my home. There was laughter on the other end.
"You wanna get coffee?"
"Yeah, sure."
A note from the management. It would be a mistake, as the title may have mildly suggested, to take the preceding entirely as fact, though the hypnosis bit is the truth.
Pia had mentioned that a birthday is not just a one day affair, and that's especially true with this one, as I've a few friends who've felt the need to celebrate it with me whose schedules didn't match up. Which is why there was a gap this time. I do have something for tomorrow, but that will be dealt with then. For now, the rest is silence.
Of course, technically it's been silent since word one but you know what I mean.
5.15.2007
I has a birthday.
Were geography no issue there would be good times to be had by all.
There would be beer
Speaking to the Irish in me some of it would have to be that good ol' Dublin stout.
In my extended clan, whenever there is a gathering where there is also beer you can expect a few of these to be lying around. In the words of the great Jeffery Rowland, "since it's hot all the time in Mexico they know how to make beer that cools you off better, and since they have a lot of problems in Mexico they now how to make beer that makes you feel okay"
And also a nod to the resident brewmasters of Boston (ok so the bottling plant is actually in Ohio but we're laying claim because we said so)
As for the other stuff, I would be remiss not to stock a certain someone's favorite spirit.
And the hell there won't be some uisce beatha (bonus to anyone who knows what that means without looking it up) up ins
And to complete the necessary carbomb ingredients, here
Further requests can be carried out as from where I sit right now there are at least three packeys within an easy jog.
Now far be it from me to suggest that the whole affair is in the bottles. My original plan involved bowling. I think every kid I knew growing up had at least one birthday party at the local bowling alley. This, however, would be significantly more interesting. White Russians are the order of this portion of the festivities and The Big Lebowski will be quoted until it stops being funny. (You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. With nail polish.)
After that? I dunno... karaoke? I had a sudden urge to do something like ask for people to post what song(s) they'd do but for some reason that doesn't sound like something I'd say. whatever. In any case I'd probably do something by Cake. Probably "Love you Madly"
Yeah so basically this post is a sham. A cheap trick of the light designed to convey the imaginary significance of the date and yet still have something that appears to be substance. But I hope you haven't been fooled. Otherwise it would have worked and I'm writing this retraction for no reason; probably making a total ass of myself in the process. In any case, I'm done with this now.
Later, all. I'm proud to have been here in this virtual space with such great people for this long (oh geez this is the third birthday of mine that's passed on this blog). There aren't many of you here, but I'd like to think that you're the right people. That is the excuse I'm going to use for my utter failure to promote this piece of web =P.
There would be beer
Speaking to the Irish in me some of it would have to be that good ol' Dublin stout.
In my extended clan, whenever there is a gathering where there is also beer you can expect a few of these to be lying around. In the words of the great Jeffery Rowland, "since it's hot all the time in Mexico they know how to make beer that cools you off better, and since they have a lot of problems in Mexico they now how to make beer that makes you feel okay"
And also a nod to the resident brewmasters of Boston (ok so the bottling plant is actually in Ohio but we're laying claim because we said so)
As for the other stuff, I would be remiss not to stock a certain someone's favorite spirit.
And the hell there won't be some uisce beatha (bonus to anyone who knows what that means without looking it up) up ins
And to complete the necessary carbomb ingredients, here
Further requests can be carried out as from where I sit right now there are at least three packeys within an easy jog.
Now far be it from me to suggest that the whole affair is in the bottles. My original plan involved bowling. I think every kid I knew growing up had at least one birthday party at the local bowling alley. This, however, would be significantly more interesting. White Russians are the order of this portion of the festivities and The Big Lebowski will be quoted until it stops being funny. (You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. With nail polish.)
After that? I dunno... karaoke? I had a sudden urge to do something like ask for people to post what song(s) they'd do but for some reason that doesn't sound like something I'd say. whatever. In any case I'd probably do something by Cake. Probably "Love you Madly"
Yeah so basically this post is a sham. A cheap trick of the light designed to convey the imaginary significance of the date and yet still have something that appears to be substance. But I hope you haven't been fooled. Otherwise it would have worked and I'm writing this retraction for no reason; probably making a total ass of myself in the process. In any case, I'm done with this now.
Later, all. I'm proud to have been here in this virtual space with such great people for this long (oh geez this is the third birthday of mine that's passed on this blog). There aren't many of you here, but I'd like to think that you're the right people. That is the excuse I'm going to use for my utter failure to promote this piece of web =P.
5.13.2007
I'm not officially back yet. Well, I'm here, but I've hit a bit of a flat line when it comes to posting, and some of you know why.
In any case, I'm here to send my love to the mothers. to wit: Shayna, Miz B, Vesper, and Mimey. Happy Mother's Day to all of you, to any mothers I may have missed (along with my apologies for having missed you, and all the rest.
I may post in a day or so. Standard rules apply for determining when I do in fact post based on this statement.
Laters
In any case, I'm here to send my love to the mothers. to wit: Shayna, Miz B, Vesper, and Mimey. Happy Mother's Day to all of you, to any mothers I may have missed (along with my apologies for having missed you, and all the rest.
I may post in a day or so. Standard rules apply for determining when I do in fact post based on this statement.
Laters
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