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[25 Jul 2008|10:31pm] |
I just realized the internet has no idea that I somehow lost twenty pounds. I need dust off the old camera and give you show.
also, is it weird for me to be so moved by this?
(journey to the west is a favorite of mine. and on that note, anyone have any leads on good adaptations of journey to the west on film? I've never seen a good or true version of it, I'd love to though, and you, yes you dear reader, can help)
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| missing persons |
[12 Jul 2008|08:52pm] |
(I'm sectionalizing these posts it seems. I'm trying to work on my focus, and I wonder if this will help. Instead of a big long post just focusing on a few things at once with a central theme. No mas higgildy piggildy posting. Unless I feel like it.)
The post about One Step Beyond got me thinking about Brandon, my former co-host, roommate, present friend and world saver. He went to Mongolia with the Peace Core at the end of May. I realize now he was my best male friend in the city.
We met at GSU the first semester we both transferred there. He's two years older than me, but had lapsed out of school earlier in his twenties and was trying to finish it. We had three classes together that first semester, he said he remembered me as that annoying kid that would come in early to PR and bug him while he was trying to do his homework. I was bored and he was captive.
I thought of him as a sort of awkward linebacker. Though just that once.
We talked about girls, movies, music, mythology, comics, books, philosophy, just all kinds of shit you want to be able to talk to someone about; and it was easy, candid and natural from the start. We shared our mutual interest in music and the school's prestigious radio station. We decided once we were eligible, to apply for the station. We both went to the office and filled out our forms there. We were at the station for roughly the same time. After another semester he resurrected the on-hiatus ska show and I weaseled my way into a co-host position.
We were pretty damn good at banter; though we succumbed to late night/early morning tomfoolery as easy as the next DJ.
Brandon and I eventually became roommates which entered money into the equation, and god knows how good I am with money, you see where I'm going? Our friendship became strained for a variety of reasons other than my debt to him; none of which I'll go into right now. I'm sorry for the things I did and bullshit I shoveled and I'm sure he is too. At least in my fantasies.
Right now he's in Mongolia learning a crazy language, eating exotic, enviable food, learning ancient wisdom, not showering, and going to the black market; all the while teaching English to those that need it, want it, have to have it.
I miss my buddy and I hope he's doing alright in that apparently friendly, beautiful, serene place.
I need to figure out something to send his way, but it's to think of something good for someone in the middle of nowhere. Even if he has suggested things.
Did we ever figure out if holes to China work?
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[12 Jul 2008|07:20pm] |
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gdwessel posted Madness's "One Step Beyond" video. That was the theme for One Step Beyond, the weekly ska show Brandon and I hosted for nearly two years. (fuck, that actually seems like a long time now. shit, and that was really two years ago, almost)
One Step Beyond was the name and theme for that show for as far back as I can remember, though I only started listening earnestly sophomore year (i think, maybe earlier or later) of high school.
That's when Kimberdoo hosted. The host prior to her was either Jez or Kim's brother Blake. Jez left a shit load of CDs at the station. It's staggering her collection. Most of the CDs we inherited with the show have her name stamped on it somewhere.
She called the show now and then, but never wanted them back.
Blake is Kim's older brother who graduated with a film degree from GSU. He works in a film collective with another guy I know. I'd like to get in on that, but I don't really know how not to make a pest of myself in these sort of situations.
Kim has a younger brother called Luke. Luke and I were friends in high school. He told me thank you once, for getting him into comics. I'm infectious like that. He had a not-quite-two-foot-tall blue-green mohawk in high school that he only stood up with Elmer's glue.
I think either Jez or Blake or both started the ska show, but that was before I started listening. The first show I became obbsessed with on WRAS was Nippon Music Champ, a show obviously devoted to all music Japanese. Oddly enough, I became pretty good friends with the host b-chan, aka Briana.
She also co-hosted the movie soundtrack show, Nitrate Eighty-Eight that I listened to every Friday after work.
I just realized ska was the first music that ever made me want to dance in public. If you knew me like I know me, you'd know that's a big deal.
This is probably my favorite ska song ever: The Blues Busters-I Don't Know
to be continued...
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[29 Jun 2008|12:44am] |
Attn:Stupid Bitches Coming Home from "Charity Events"
Please die before you procreate. We're really trying to weed you out.
More on the particulars of this particular cunt later.
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[28 Jun 2008|11:38pm] |
I'm bored and I'm tired, so here's a thing I got from the once again internet present vonandmoggy.
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline (or put an asterix next to...) the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've only read 6 and force books upon them.
1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - J.K. Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy----(Not this one, but I have read other stuff from him)
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. The Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis (Is this not the same thing as 33?)
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (hated it)
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - A.S. Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - E.B. White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Some of them at least)
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
So at last count, I've got 40. I suppose that's better than 6. I'm not that good at math though.
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[21 Jun 2008|04:41pm] |
Does it bother any else that in MSN's Top 4 Recession Proof Jobs Pharmacy is listed, but the job necessary for prescribing is oddly absent? Are we going to be doctoring ourselves and choosing our own drugs soon? I mean, I guess I agree with that, but I also subscribe to "a little bit of knowledge is dangerous" sort of view. I suppose I'm worried about the idiots that are sure they know what to do, but obviously are quite wrong. And then I think, would the world be better off with them still here?
And then I decide not to think like that.
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[13 Jun 2008|10:36pm] |
My 19 (20?) year old cousin just put on a real production of Hamlet with some of his buddies.
I didn't see it, but I have seen most of the people in another production of Hamlet that was fucking amazing.
I don't really have anything else to say at the moment. I've been drawin' and doodlin' when I'm not picking up shit and yelling at dogs; so hopefully I'll either have them scanned or photographed soon. I broke my camera sort of, and now it eats batteries like buttery popcorn. I dunno, I might get bored later and wrassle wif it.
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[07 Jun 2008|12:23am] |
Just saw Kung-fu Panda which was not wholly disappointing. There was a serious detachment in Jack Black's voice over work, the other big names(Hoffman, Jolie, Cross, Liu(not that Liu)) did really well. The cinematography had a lot of little in jokes and throw backs to classic kung-fu flicks like fast zooms and an over abundance of slo-mo which wasn't as annoying as one might think.
The message of the film was good and not as cheesy as I had expected and still fell into martial arts doctrine (whatever that is); at least more than I had hoped. I mean, it is a kids movie.
I was a little disappointed with the actual kung-fu; when you could see it, it was mostly wushu. I found the lack of Shaolin styles to be puzzling. Here's a movie that talks like the critters created kung-fu, which would be a pretty obvious plot device, and yet none of the animals exhibited their own style (you snake doing snake style, crane doing crane style and so on) it was just normal everyday wushu. I'm not complaining, just pointing out my perplexion.
I thought the naming of the master Shifu was a nice little tidbit for kiddies to discover. (As in the Chinese word for master is Sifu or Shifu) What I don't know is what animal Shifu was. I'm betting on Red Panda, but he looked like a fennec fox. I dunno, he was cute.)
Probably one of my favorite parts was the turtle master Oogway. And really as much for the animation and look of him than anything else. The animation in the movie was phenominal, top notch awesome. Just a beautiful, scenic movie all around.
I don't really know what else to say about it. It didn't suck, it was fun, but it didn't have a lot else going for it.
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[05 Jun 2008|02:38pm] |
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fuck da polise
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[25 May 2008|12:02am] |
why do I bother?
I was gonna make a big mopey post about "good" friends and their not acting like it, but I'm too fucking tired and pissed off. I'm just glad I went into work late today. D:
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| Writer's Block: Whose part would you play? |
[23 May 2008|10:06pm] |
I'd either be Jared from the Pretender, John Crichton on Farscape, or Locke on Lost. I'd tell you why, but I just got off work and I'm tired and dumb.
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[17 May 2008|07:00pm] |
Why in comics and cartoons do the super family run at a normal fit person speed? I'd be running in a sonic sprint in a lot of these situations. Maybe they like to prolong the chase? Cheeky bastards.
I've also concluded that the secret to flying lies in the testicles/ovaries. Maybe just the crotch. I'll have to run more tests.
Anyways, I got the third season of Justice League from a co-worker. Wow, it's like watching comic books. This is really the first time an animated super hero show could offer me almost the same content and feel even of a super hero comic. Yeah, I know I'm late on the wagon, but damn, this is sweet.
How are you? Tell me that!
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[14 May 2008|08:35pm] |
So the past weekend wasn't a great one for my car. Poor thing. My brakes went out Saturday as I was driving to work. Luckily I have AAA and a fair amount in my checking so I'm all good with brand new brakes which came in handy on Sunday. In Atlanta we have odd intersections and ramps and shit that just don't make a lot of sense or make things very convenient. So as I'm pulling onto Courtland from I-85, this guy decides it's OK to take a right across the two lanes entering from the highway, yeah no, he doesn't know about the signs. So I slam on my brakes and skid into this genius for a day. I hit a $100,000 Mercedes Benz. The vanity plate said J NASTY and it was all his fault. HA! Anyways, he was nice about it and I just went on. It's not like he couldn't afford to fix it, and it was obviously his fault so I went on my merry way with some new scratches, but no body damage. Hoo-ah.
Ummmmmm, remember that film critique thing I tried doing? Here's the rest of them. I'm just so not able to do much interneting lately, or I'm too tired from dealing with dogs all day that all I want to do is fernsehen and not worry about interland. But yeah, just so ya know.
-Smiley Face: This is the stoner movie I've been waiting for. Sure Harold & Kumar and Halfbaked are great, but I've just never been able to relate to those guys. Here comes Anna Faris with her straight outta college semi-intellectual stoner attitude and viola, I've found my quintessential pot movie. Oddly enough here's a film made by stoners for stoners but with a more cautionary tale than any marijuana movie I've ever seen.
-Dead Like Me: DLM's not actually a movie, and I'm only through the first season, but I felt like talking about it anyways. Georgia Lass is an underachieving slacker who gets up and goes to the temp agency begrudgingly, dreading the monotony of the 9-5, facing with lackluster sarcasm, only to be met with a flaming toilet seat from the MIR space station on her lunch break. That's all for George the temp. Now she works as a sort of grim reaper with a team of reapers headed by a no-nonsense Rube (Mandy Pantinkin) and has to deal with a whole different new load of shit, on top of her already heaping pile. I've been watching a lot of movies and shows dealing with death lately (yeah I thought I'd gone through that stage in high school too) but this one doesn't depress me nearly as much as say Six Feet Under (more on that later), if anything this show shows death as inevitability which, while sad serves a necessary and sacred purpose. This is also a show about growing up accepting responsibility and doing for one's self. Not only is Georgia's purpose now to take the souls of the living, she still has to live with them. With little to no help and friends who are just as good as no help, how's a reaper to live?
-wild zero: Ah-ha! I finally got around to watching my bootleg of Japanese rock god Guitar Wolf's zombie opus. This movie is counter-culture all the way in that same flavor of anti-conformity that coated all the great zombie flicks of the sixties and seventies. Not much in the way of horror (the make-up on about three of the dozens of zombies is anywhere near close to what we're all used to zombies looking like these days) it sure makes up in posturing. I really can't go into better detail as the movie is so precious I'd hate to spoil any of it. If you have the chance to see it, take it. Fuck, I think I'll watch it again right now!
-Lollilove: Here's one of the few Troma films lacking blood, gore, and the "melt-down effect" (learn all of Troma's secrets like I did with Lloyd Kaufman's patented proven movie gold formula in his amazing tell-all book, Make Your Own Damn Movie: Secrets of a Renegade Director). But this lack of over the top fun doesn't make The Office's Jenna Fischer's directorial debut any less fun at all. Also written by Fischer, the movie tells about a rich dysfunctional Hollywood (was that redundent?) couple trying to give back to the community by providing lollipops for the homeless. The couple, played and named after real life Hollywood couple Jenna Fischer and James Gunn (dir. Scooby-Doo 1&2, Slither), try to in misguided and often plain idiotic means to brighten the lives of Hollywood's homeless population by distributing lollipops with out of touch slogans and infantile art wrapped around them. We also see Fischer and Gunn's "relationship" strained as well as their relationships with their friends. It's not a great film, but it sure is a great effort and fun to watch overall. Though I wish Fischer and Gunn had done more to separate themselves from their often unlikable self-obsessed characters.
-The First Nudie Musical: Yes it is as much fun as it sounds. In a failing porn producer's office, an idea is hatched to bring back from ruin the once proud studio. One last porno to end all their porn production. A last ditch effort to turn the tide of failure for one devoted son. In the Fifties and Sixties, musicals were the rage. The Seventies saw the rise of the power of pornography, so why haven't these two power house genres teamed up before? Well they did, in 1975, that's this movie. The plot is standard mid-seventies comedy shlock with a few nice and fresh twists, the most obvious being scads of nude women. One less obvious being co-star Cindy Williams of "Laverne & Shirley" fame wherein she is funnier than ever in a movie that most would not be able to turn into such a lucrative comedy career. The music numbers are better than I had hoped and each song is just as good as any Rogers & Hammerstein silliness.
OK that's all. I didn't really want to mass them all together like this, but I think it's the only way I'll make more in the future. (I wrote all the reviews in my last few posts in one sitting) But, maybe you'll still get some learning out of this and go check out some good movies. I should probably write reviews for movies I don't like too...
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[17 Apr 2008|10:46pm] |
Here's another life post, I suppose. I didn't end up getting the job at wag-a-lot. But the day I found out that I wasn't getting it, I applied for another doggie-daycare jobby. And I got a call back from them that day, had an interview on Wednesday and I have now worked there for three days. I' tell you wHat, I love working with so many fucking dogs. But then I kinda don't love it too. But the dogs outweigh that anti-love so there ya go. Just SO MUCH SHIT to clean up and ugh. But whatever, I told 'em I was a farm boy.
Anyways, I might be working with a film thingie soon, so updates on that later, zomg. (you know, if it does happen)
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[06 Apr 2008|02:28pm] |
Junk Mail Title of the Day:
Hottest Hairy Bearmen Hookup
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[04 Apr 2008|12:41am] |
Right, well I'm drunk.
We're watching Crumb.
I'm writing this on The Girl's Mac.
The Girl is also drunk. And laughing heartily with her mother. So touching.
Here's another movie review, in case you need a movie to know about.
-The Bodyguard: Just to clarify, this movie is not that overly pretentious claptrap starring Kevin Costner and Whitney Huston being all blue and heroic, this movie stars Tony Jaa's Ong Bak co-stars Petchtai Wongkamlao (Humlae in OB) and Pumwaree Yodkomal (Muay Lek in OB) along with young and saucy Piphat Apiraktanakorn (I'm just having fun trying to type all these Thai names out :)). This is a farcical terrific Thai action flick with over the top gun fights from the very beginning. The plot is simple and straight forward, Wong Kom (Wongkamlao) is very successful Thai business man's bodyguard, but fails to protect in one of the most ridiculous fracases I've ever seen on film, culminating in a four car cross-way head-on collision in mid-air. Yes it is that awesome. The packaging boasts Tony Jaa in a co-starring role, but really he's in for an excellent cameo with the only believable fighting in the movie. Yes you will wish the whole movie was his one scene, but Wongkamlao fight off gangsters and hobos with squirt guns while running naked across town with nothing more than his gun and a small rice bowl makes the film worth watching. If you're a fan of Thai cinema and haven't seen this, get on it. If you didn't like Ong Bak and just don't enjoy eastern action fare, or don't have a sense of humor, don't bother. A side note on the film: it's fucking vulgar as shit.
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[27 Mar 2008|08:47pm] |
So I might have a job with waggy lot afterall. I don't want to jinx it too much, so we'll wait and see.
Ok, here's another one.
-Hard Candy: I don't think I could get more scared of a fourteen-year-old girl if she were cutting my balls off right now. Oh yeah, that's pretty much the plot of Hard Candy except that I'm not a rich yuppie photographer pedophile, and I'm not in it. So there's the plot, and while that's nice and edgy, that's not what makes this movie stand apart. Here's Ellen Page drizzling mood and sarcasm all over this cinematic sundae with an end akin to a cherry for all of us righteous in our own ways. But then here's this film with its cropped shots and claustrophobic close-ups; its one true scene of drugged haze unlike any I've seen before; its saturated color putting me on edge even before the sinister occurs; its ambiguous morality undiscovered until the end. How do I explain this movie? It's shot the way a photograph is taken, jaunted movements and high end high definition combine for a visual ecstasy rarely experienced in any film, Indy or Hollywood. This is that rare film giving us questions as to personal rights, vigilante justice, the strength and cowardice of men, the blame of one's psychological affliction and far more. So many movies have tried to be this thrilling while holding on to some aspect of a character sketch, but never before have I seen such a desolate beautiful darling of light and sound culminating in a roller coaster of emotion and conviction that so adeptly gave me everything I wanted, needed and expected from a movie. Rarely can I sit through any movie with someone else in the vicinity and not care to discuss this or that aspect of the film because I'm far too intent in drinking and breathing in this sweaty gorgeous celluloid vixen. Between this and Juno, I have every faith in Ellen Page and see her becoming America's Indy darling in some way or another for at least the next decade. This girl is terrifying, and yet, oh so endearing.
Same deal, let me know what you think. Was this review helpful in any way? I'm just wanting to get pretty fucking good at this.
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[26 Mar 2008|07:39pm] |
So how you guys been? Been a while eh? Well suck it up. Quick update first, still jobless and out of school. I went to Arkansas recently with the girl for a week. It was great fun and I haven't found anyone I can sit in such close quarters with for so long and not really run out of shit to talk about, or want to strangle every few hours.
I took pictures, maybe one day you'll see some. ;)
Also, I've been sick lately so I've gotten around to watching a lot of movies since I get the nifty mail me movies service from the blue team. I'll be putting up some here and there not and then, so keep an eye out. What's that? HERE'S TWO NOW! (can you tell how excited I am?)
I'm doing two now for a few reasons. I only remembered to watch one when I was watching previews on the other. They go together; the reviews, not so much the movies. And I wanted to give you a bigger chunk now before I start doing this regularly. Which I do plan on doing. I do, really, don't leave...
-Southland Tales: Richard Kelly of Donnie Darko fame takes a stab at the epic. And it's good, just not as good as Darko. Here we go with an exploration into paranoia coupled with coupled with a cautionary environmental tale all culminating in another examination into the nature of reality. ST fails where DD was its strongest, the answers. In DD we're left scratching our heads but experiencing an odd sensation of correctness and hopefulness, thinking all is right in the world now. The real key difference is DD never actually explains itself. It's presented to us and left flopping on the floor with its gills flashing and guts exposed. But as much beauty as there is in a dieing gutted fish, ST has to come along and clean it, cook it, serve it, and chew it up for us. Just once I wish a Hollywood exec would say, you know what? audiences should be able to figure this one out, let's let them put all the pieces together. Ah well, I suppose that's why I'll always come back to indy movies.
-Revolver: Everything I just complained about with Southland Tales, forget it. This movie gave me all the answers I needed without talking down to me. A slight departure from his gang-land cluster-fucks, Ritchie's latest movie focuses as much on the psyche as his other two focused on two-bit crooks and misunderstood gypsies. Focusing on cons and chess Mr. Green is a man in search of his fate. The whole plot is really far too complicated for me to try to reproduce in a sound bite, so I'll just say the movie is like playing chess with someone far above your skill level. Plus Ray Liotta's performance left me feeling alternately terrified of him and loathing him. If anyone deserves an Oscar for talking to themselves...
Now, I'd like to know what you think. Should I keep writing these? Well, I will, but I'd like to know what you think anyways. Am I full of shit? Let me have it! Am I all seeing all knowing? Kiss my feet! Whatever, I'm just curious...
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[24 Feb 2008|06:50pm] |
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PODcasts. I don't know the first thing about any of them. I've never really downloaded any. The few that I have, I forgot what they were called. But I'm going on a roadtrip soon (sort of) and wouldn't mind a suggestion or two, if you all felt so inclined. Remember, no podcast is too obvious for me to not have heard of it. What? ok thanks.
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