Feb. 9th, 2010 01:30 pm
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Gender swap does not qualify as straight het. Well, okay, technically it does, but if I join a het fanfic community and it's filled with gender swap stuff... Just, no. Male characters with the same characterization just with girl parts? I just... don't get the fandom mind sometimes.

Peace, Ghani
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What the inside of my head looks like right now:

Yes, that is Elijah Wood and yes, be very worried! xP

Peace, Ghani
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So, I burnt my fingers yesterday. holding something, so the burns are in the most touchable place they could be. Mother Nature's so cruel: why do burns keep burning for hours after I've actually burned myself and why does it take, like, ten second to register that I'm being burned in the first place?! Crazy!

But, a look on the brighter side of things, my sister's friend went dumpster diving and found some really nice designer clothes in me and my sister's sizes! I mean, I'm talking Anne Taylor, Abercrombie & Fitch, ESPRIT and, well, Old Navy, which is not so designer but still nice stuff. And all apparently new! Kickass!

Oh, and this conversation rocked:

Sis: Who's that on your (computer desktop) wallpaper?
Me: Rodrigo Santoro
Sis: ???
Me: *sighs* Paulo on LOST
Sis: Ooooh! Well, I wouldn't have recognized him; that's the only thing I've seen him in.
Me: Nuh uh! He's in 300, but you wouldn't have recognized him from that!
Sis: Who is he in that?!
Me: Xerxes. *silence* King of the Persians.
Sis: That is not the same person. *Is shown photographic evidence* *!!!* Holy shit!

Hee! I love doing that to her! I also pointed out that he's the surfer in Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, which she was absolutely obsessed with for a while, and badgered her until she finally conceded that she didn't even notice him because "Cameron looks really good in that scene!" We're a sex crazed family, what can I say?! xP

Peace, Ghani
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You know when you take a bite of a andwich or something, and then you try to talk, so you sort of shove it to the side of or under your tongue? That's how Scott Stapp sings. [ profile] picklepopsicle calls it the pickle in the mouth.

I don't mean to sound like a fanatic or anything, but I did grow up around one of the most (unintentionally) inconsiderate smokers I've ever known and this is an observation: I haven't gotten really sick in a long time. I mean like coughing up hard bits of brown and grey...somethings. I seriously think it's because I'm not around my mom smoking all the time anymore. I never got sick like that when I was young, and haven't since she passed on; there was just that period of about fifteen years when I was a shut in and near her all the time. I loved my mom but she used to sit there and tut about people complaining over second hand smoke while the rest of the family, two chronic asthmatics, would be choking until they were purple in the face.

I miss having a bedroom "suite." I don't like to be seen before I've gotten myself ready. It's not like, "Don't look at me! I'm a monster!" It's more like a matter of privacy. The first house we lived in when we moved to Florida, I was completely private; the second, there was this pocket door that shut in the second and third bedrooms along with the bathroom, so that was as good as a private suite. Here, I have to parade across the hall to the bathroom; I don't care for it.

I think I might be having a mid-mid-life crisis. My celebrity crushes are getting younger and younger, as I pointed out to my sister last night, if you take, from the beginning of the year, Nicolas Cage and then progress down to Shia LaBeouf, which I really do feel like the creepy lady in the car offering him candy. I mean, there are older men and men my age, like Jeffrey Donovan or Edgar Wright, but then there's the Shias and Garrett Hedlunds. My sister was surprised but then admitted that she had had a dream in which I was romantically involved with Daniel Radcliffe.

Which is pretty flattering, 'cos Harry Potter's hung!

I'm extremely bored.

Peace, Ghani
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Off to see Spider-Man 3 in about a half an hour; got to get there early because all shows sold out in advance round these parts and I want a good seat. Excited to see it and hyped especially to see Bryce Howard--she don't do so much so she's hard to have as a favorite actress!

I'm back to my Johnny/Roxanne layout 'cause, well, I do believe that it's the nicest, most gawgeous header I have. Wish I had graphic capabilities, so to speak, though I don't think I have the eye for it. I collected a bunch of piccies from Willow the other day just in case though; they'd make a nice header and a couple would be really good icons. Mmm, Madmartigan and Sorsha...

Killing time until I leave for the movie...

Ooh, finally got the Shivering Isles expansion to work on my Xbox 360. Me likey! Now I have to download the patch so, like, my game doesn't absolutely crash!

Peace, Ghani
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Now behind a realistic LJ cut! )

Wow, don't know what to add to that.

EDIT: You must, you must, you must read the article that that belonged to-- No Spitting on the Road to Olympic Glory, Beijing Says

Peace, Ghani


Mar. 19th, 2007 08:29 pm
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Ugh. So, I'm sick. Sicker than I've been in a long while though thankfully not with the flu, but blechy.

But I've got a new layout, courtesy of the fantastical banner [ profile] jadeblood made. Squee for Johnny and Roxy 'shippers!

Pretty superfluous post to show of my icon (which was made 'specially for more by [ profile] roguedemonhunte) and say yay for new layout! :-D

Peace, Ghani


Feb. 23rd, 2007 07:22 pm
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Because I could use some cheering up today:

Peace, Ghani
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It seems like the new year came and my tits somehow knew I was turning 30 in October and just, bloop, his the floor. Seriously, I mean major belly-button touching without a bra now. Sigh. Well, it was fun while it lasted, those halcyon days of my youth.

Ah, I finally got that revamp of my LJ I've been so desperately wanting, thank to [ profile] roguedemonhunte's enormous talents. Still not sure about the custom colors I picked to go along with the new header image, though my sister complimented them specifically. I'm enjoying the Smooth Sailing layout in general; it's a nice change but it's also a convenient set-up with the tages right on the side of my page there.

So, three more days until Ghost Rider, wheeee! And, as you can tell by my new layout, pretty fuckin' excited about it! Everything bodes well for it (yes, even that it's the same writer/director as Daredevil! The director's cut of that movie is frickin' sweet and should be given more of a chance!) Nic Cage obsession is in full force lately--because of the movie and it's only gonna pur napalm on the raging fire in my pants on Friday.

Random thought of the day: Damn, Patricia Arquette is one lucky woman! I mean, both Nic Cage and Thomas Jane? I know the first relationship ended kind of iffily, but still! Most women don't get a crack at one fantastic lookin' and interesting guy in their lifetimes!

Peace, Ghani
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It's one of the most common childhood fears: A darkened bedroom, a child asleep, curled up in the covers, when sudeenly a tap, tap, tap at the window awakens them. At first, as they groggily come to awareness, they might believe that it's only the wind, a tree branch, perhaps, blown against the pane. Perhaps it's all a dream and the child never really heard anything at all. There's a breathless moment of anticipation, silence, and then it comes again, more deliberate. The child snaps awake and, wide-eyed, slips out of bed and cautiously approaches the window. Each footstep on the floor brings the child closer and closer, the shadows cast on the walls are moving--is that the outline of a person?! Carefully, the child draws the blinds back and looks out. Standing there, in the darkness they see... George Washington.

Total. Mood killer.

I can safely add that now to the very short list of things that would absolutely not terrify me if seen standing out side my window, right ahead of Luke Skywalker and a very comfy chair.

Peace, Ghani
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Homer: Kids, kids. I'm not going to die. That only happens to bad people.
Lisa: What about Abraham Lincoln?
Homer: He sold poison milk to school children.
Marge: Homer!
-The Simpsons

Okay, so I adore anthology show Masters of Horror. Not only does it showcase new and upcoming talent in the genre (who aren't Eli Roth, my nemisis), but it gives a chance to those who have worked pretty thanklessly for years. I don't think I've ever sat through one I didn't enjoy on some level. Erm, until last night that is. Actually, I was really enjoying the first half, but then realized where it was all going, and at a snail's pace as well, and not only felt dissatisfied, but rather alarmed by its message.

It's not unusual to find political satire in horror; hell, like sci-fi, it seems ripe for it. I've seen quite a few on Masters of Horror itself, such as the amazing, surprisingly touching and sharp Homecoming, so when my sister turned it on last night and the opening scene involved the lead characters listening to a political talk show on the radio, I knew what I was in for. Or thought I did at least.

It got progressively stranger from there. The parents of a ten year old daughter don't think it's odd or creepy at all that an older gent, who is behaving so strangely I'd have a hard time not laughing in his face, offer the kid a lollipop of his favorite flavor, cherry. Um, yeah. Wjat they do find creepy and odd is a portrait of George Washington in their deceased granny's basement. Yup, folks Washington. George. The. The little girl screams when she catched sight of a beam of light only highlighting his eyes and the father proclaims that he was always scared of the painting. Yup, George Washington, the very same historical favorite who could ruin any Ouji reading at any happening slumber party just by his presence via the board; he's just not scary!

Well, it was called The Washiontonians and did have a Headless Horseman-esque opening sequence in which a Revolutionary figure stalks and cuts a woman's head off, so we decided to wait and see. Where was this all going? Down the crapper, it turned out. You see, Washington, according to this story, was a cannibal. Remember the cherry tree? Well, that was a metaphor for virginity, and cutting down the cherry tree equated in eating the flesh of a virgin. seriously, folks, I couldn't make this up if I tried. and I wouldn't want to.

You see, in the end, our lesson was that people want to believe the myth of history, it's what survives, and some would go to any length to conceal "the truth" (used in the same vague manner as it was on X-Files, where they threw around the term weekly without ever defining just what they expected it to be). In a none too suble allegory (with emphasis on the gory), we're shown that governments are cruel cannibalistic monsters who eat the people they serve and turn inward on themselves. At the very end, we're told that "one George was swapped for another", and we're shown a dollar bill with Dubbya's face proudly smiling back at us as the characters comically all exclaim, 'No shit!'

I got over the idea that history was written by the winners when I was in my teens; after all, if that were true, what would we know about Auschwitz, Wounded Knee, or Billy the Kid? What my sister said after watching it was true: History sorts itself out; it's the present people are usually blind to. But, more than that, the paranoia of governmental mistrust runs so deeply throughout the story, it scared me. The end comes as the cannibals are gunned down by "the men who could cover up anything", like Roswell, we're told. The kindly professor who was in search of that elusive "the truth" tells our intrepid hero to get the word out, no matter what. I mean, the whole thing is fucking insane!

And it's offensive. Trust me, I'm not the model of a flag waving partior these days, but I do respect our history and the men who had the vision to set us all on a new course in life. While they refer to Washington's image as that of a "kindly old gentleman" in the show, I've always thought of him as the spirit of youthful, idealistic exuberance, just like our own country back in those days. How, in any way, their situation echoes our present day conundrum completely eludes me, to compare the war in Iraq with the Revoltuion is hilariously offbase and plain bizzare, to compare the respective leaders is worse.

And I have to wonder just how they thought history could be hidden quite so well when we know more about them than we really should do via letters (and don't tell me Adams was in any way involved in any of this because, for Gawd's sake, it's Adams!); our attempt to "humanize" them stripping them of a kind of pleasant mystique we've kept to.

And what's with Washington's fake teeth? Do people really find them ominous and terrifying? There's such a strange focus on the grotesqueness of his dentures, with close-ups of the cannibals mock pairs and one even having an almost orgasmic reaction to the originals. Are people really scared of this shit?! Is this, like, some rational fear that other people have and we just don't know about it?! My grandmother wore dentures and, aside from the contant click-clack that could get on one's nerves, I wasn't ever really mortally terrified of them. And the thing with the wood- it's old, guys! We know from historic texts that they didn't look bad! Well, why would they? He was rich, he was famous, would he really have disguting dentures? Think about it. Or, please don't, actually.

I know it's just a fantasy, but who would write this stuff, who would believe this is an accurate analogy?! I always knew the complete whackjobs were out there, I just never realized that someone who was as seemingly intelligent as to get his works published would be on the level of men who wear tinfoil hats so the CIA can't read their thoughts.

Peace, Ghani
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ARGH! The ongoing saga that is my laptop crash resfuses to die! After months of drama, taking it to best Buy, having them run the diagnostic, telling them to install a new hard drive, waiting for them to do it, calling Compaq to get a new set of back up discs (my brother did that part, I hate phones! Bleh!), waiting for 'em, taking them to best Buy for the Geek Squad to install, I got it home today and discovered, surprise, that the one feature I use, the word processor, wasn't there. Oh, they installed virus protection and media players galore, which are all pretty useless to me as I don't use my laptop to get online. But no Word, no Works. So, now, I'll have to wait until I have the moolah, which might not be for some time, shell it out and install that. I am vexed.

And what a lovely way to end a day that started, well, near 4 o'clock this morning, when I actually fell asleep. Been drowsy ever since finally dragging my lazy butt out of bed around noon. Had some particularly vivid dreams which kept me restless, snoozing in fits and starts, and even though every time I woke up, I told myself, 'Don't have the same dream, don't have the same dream', it was right there again when I drifted off. I don't get my hyper-real Titanic dreams so much anymore, but when I do, they're usually whoppers; whether that has to do with a heightened level of reality or the fact that I'm not "used" to them anymore, I do not know. All I know is, it's impossible to explain them because they work on feelings rather sight or description. I can't put down in words the sheer and over-whelming enormity of the ship as I sat in a small lifeboat alongside it, the frightening height of the stern as it stood straight in the air, or the smoke stack as it broke off. Truly terrifying stuff and you're going to have to take my word on it because nothing could ever sum up the sheer emotions I was feeling while dreaming. Still right now, thinking about it, it scares the hell out of me!

Ah, well. I suppose it's a trade off: One night, Bale sex, the next, Titanic sinking! Then again, if I remember correctly, Bale sex also including family!angst and hentai-style tentacle rape... Well, strike that theory. ;-P

Peace, Ghani
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Began to watch Hex last night and, what can I say? I'm totally addicted! I can see where the Buffy comparisons are coming from (you could almost match up characters from each show, such as Thelma/Willow, Azazeal/Angel, Roxanna/Cordelia etc.) but, unlike Buffy, I was rather pleased that Hex went with a more Biblically gothic storyline. While Joss Whedon's world is imaginative and unique, his ideas of heaven and hell, of demons, the product of a gleefully ingenius mind, I've always quite liked new takes in the modern world on biblical canonical material.

Hellblazer/Constantine, Hellboy, Millennium, X-Files, Sandman all tackled the same subject. Heck, all of them even include their own takes on Azazeal (sometimes Azazel) and the Nephilim. In the Millennium, he's portrayed as Samiel, an attractive young man, a fallen prophet who was sent with a warning. The name reappears in Hellboy, as a beast, playing with the "Hound of Resurrection" title. The others take on Azazeal full on.

But Hex takes it to a level of Gothic romance and horror which, I must say, with Buffy long gone and my DVD sets getting a bit tiresome, is really a delight. It's definitely my kind of tv!

On another front, dunno how to feel about the role of Bellatrix being recast from Helen McCrory to Helena Bonham Carter in the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Helena has too soft a face, an angelic Pre-Raphaelite face, whereas McCrory had that dark, sharp sort of look to her, the kind that would make you want to cross to the other side of the street if you were walking alone at night and found yourself walking towards her. Polly Walker was another early rumor and I think that's far more suited.

I remember Entertainment Weekly even named Helena its first choice to play Merope, Voldemort's woe-begotten mother, because of her large, sad eyes and tragically gothic look. Rather disappointed as Bellatrix is a favorite character of mine. It also seems like they're moving a bit too much towards the 'cast stars' trap that I was scared of from the beginning. Yes, the films have always had its share of heavyweights, but they were also concerned about casting the right person in other roles. To me, Helena's casting feels like, 'Well, she's very gothic, isn't she? Let's cast her, she'll be perfect!' instead of careful consideration of the character's personality and physical appearence.

On the Clive Cussler front, have started Atlantis Found, which is easily the best of the Dirk Pitt novels. It always makes me laugh that he has the most amazing knowledge of science, physics and archeology, and then is so inept with plot and characters, but they're fun, so who am I to argue? Gary Stu to the extreme but what a hoot to read!

And, yay, the second season of The Venture Bros. got off to a fantastic start! It's funny because my sister doesn't usually go for "low" humor, even when it's highbrow humor in disguise, but she's surprised me by absolutely falling in love with The Venture Bros.! Go figure! Wait until I introduce her to The Boondocks!

Peace, Ghani
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Hm. Trying out a new layout for a little while, just to mix things up a little. Rather like it and now I can switch between this and the X-Men one. Also decided on the Hard Day's Night moodtheme though I change those as often as I change my, well, mood so... But it looks cute!

I'm desperately trying to stay afloat these days, with what feels like a breakdown kind of edging its way towards me. I'm holding on though and I think the fact that I recognize all this and am trying to fix it (taking more sleeping pills so I don't get into the pattern of not sleeping at all, which is horrid!) or at least avoid the worst. The real kicker is that I'm not even sure what's doing me in! I mean, granted, Mandy's death really hit me hard and I was extremely depressed afterwards but this is on a whole other level. Thinking back on it, it began a while ago, with me getting angry with my sister really over nothing; I can see the seeds beginning there.

I worry most about "losing" my writing, the total inability for weeks, sometimes months, to write a word let alone a sentence I'm happy with. But then, that was inevitable because I'd been so into it over the Christmas season. These dry spells, they just get me so down because before I had my breakdown, I was just writing constantly, there was never a time where I took time out. Ah well, that I think I just have to elave to nature to sort out. I am very proud with my HHafterHours Cotard meets a genie Secret Santa challenge fic; think I might be posting it here in the near future.

Anyhoo, off to watch my newly acquired Highlander: The Complete Series DVDs, whooo hooo!

Peace y'all, Ghani
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Well, here I sit, watching the bizarre weather. While we're not (luckily!) going to be hit on by Wilma, we're under a Tropical Storm Watch and we're getting that strange kind of wind. The kind of wind that only blows with a big storm, that knocks down branches and causes aches in the house that never complain otherwise. It's also about 30 degrees cooler, making it a very nice fall day for a change. I'm wearing a sweatshirt, yay! Well, I'm still wearing sandles but, hey, that's Florida!

Other thoughts running around my brain are how underrated the fourth season of Alias was. Sure, it started out extremely weak but it really hit its stride for those who persisted watching it, and the episodes focusing on characters who have been relegated lately to the background, like Marshall, Sloan, were beautiful and devastating. Particularly astounding was the one about Jack, where Sidney finds out he's ill and finds herself recreating their living situation 20 years ago, playing the part of her mother. It was my sister who observed that it was particularly powerful cos, while cold, scary Jack is always fun and exciting, to realize he used to be a full, happy person was just heart rending. The fifth season, IMO, is shaping up to be the best since the second and the absence of Vaughn (though I don't think he's really dead) is opening things up quite a bit. I dunno if it was because of the situation with Jen Garner or what, but he was kind of becoming a scene killer. Yes, I'll have to live without Weiss, sigh, but Balthazar Getty's making up for my heart ache a bit (oh, how fickle I am!)!

Watched Land of the Dead the other day (unfortunately, video store only had full screen theatrical cut so that's what we got but I plan on trying to nab the other soon) and boy, was I reminded why Romero is the KING, the MASTAH! The make-up effects are AWESOME and to think he did it on so much smaller a budget than any avergae horror movie lately! The first time a firework went off, a "sky flower" and all the zombies stopped to look up at it, my sister had it nailed instantly: "That was strangely beautiful!" And the politic/social allegory that makes it uniquely Romero amongst zombie films is so well done! He makes the zombies scary and extremely sympathetic at the same time and Number Nine is now my most favoritest horror movie character! Go Number Nine! Big Daddy's pretty awesome too.

And, hm, but all of the quote that I've read so far about the Xbox 360 makes me wonder: Do we even need a next-gen yet? They fully admit graphics aren't advanced enough to justify it for better visuals, just what they can offer us in terms of service which really equals how much they can milk us for. I can't remember another time in video game history when the next-gen was forced upon us just because companies were getting greedier but then again, I am talking about Microsoft :-/

Peace, Ghani
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There those small things, the things that stay with you long after you even remember which episode they were in. That's hop shows get to you. Oh, you'll remember the big moments without a doubt but it's those small ones that make you realize, this is something special, be they funny or moving or ambiguous. This is my list. Contains very mild Season 1 spoilers (that means you, [ profile] may_child, hehe! EDIT: Oop, you just finished, so you're cleared, hehe ;-)):

- Hurley meets the Frenchwoman Numbers

- Two sides to every story: Jin's bloodied hands House of the Rising Sun and ... In Translation

- Sawyer tells Jack about his father Exodus

- Imaginary Peanut Butter Confidence Man

- Shannon translates Rousseau's notes, sings La Mer Whatever the Case May Be

- Hurley's discman's batteries die in the middle of a moving montage set to Damien Rice's "Delicate" ...In Translation

- Locke's story about his sister's death and the yellow lab Outlaws

- Sayid assigned to torture Nadia (no one calls her Noor) Solitary

- Charlie obsesses over Claire's diary Special

- The reveal of the Black Rock. Perhaps one of the single most shocking, spectacular and marvelously magical moments in tv history! Exodus

Special mention for best Locke nickname has to go to Michael for "Mount Baldy" with Charlie's "Old Geezer with his 400 Knives" placing second! Hee!

Best LOST moment never seen on screen: Claire's airport flashback from Exodus with Greg Grunberg reprising his cameo as the pilot from, well, the Pilot! (I'm such a Weiss (Alias) ho! ;-))

Peace, Ghani
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Well, despite all the haters and their naysaying, Fantastic Four managed not only to come out on top but to break the box office slump without the advantage of a holiday or five day weekend (or, for that matter, Tom Cruise's crazy rantings)!

"Fantastic" was the adjective being used most frequently to describe the performance of 20th Century Fox's Fantastic Four at the box office this weekend. According to study estimates, the film earned a surprising $56 million -- well above most analysts' prediction of about $33-36 million. Moreover, if the estimate holds (and it could be significantly affected by the Florida hurricane), it could very well push the box office total slightly higher than 2004's, marking the end of the current 19-week-long slump. Meanwhile, War of the Worlds tumbled 52 percent in its second week, earning about $31.3 million. It has earned $165.8 million in its initial 12 days. Dark Water, the only other film to debut this weekend, took in an estimated $10.1 million to place fourth, just behind Warner Bros.' Batman Begins which earned $10.2 million in its fourth week. It has now taken in $172.1 million. Rounding out the top five was Fox's Mr. & Mrs. Smith with about $7.9 million, bringing its total gross to $158.7 million. Meanwhile, Warner Independent Pictures' March of the Penguins continued to pack 'em in in art houses, taking in an estimated $975,000 at 64 theaters or an average of $15,234 per theater.

The top ten films for the weekend, according to studio estimates compiled by Exhibitor Relations: 1. Fantastic Four, $56 million; 2. War of the Worlds, $31.3 million; 3. Batman Begins, $10.2 million; 4. Dark Water, $10.1 million; 5. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, $7.85 million; 6. Herbie: Fully Loaded, $6.3 million; 7. Bewitched, $5.5 million; 8. Madagascar, $4.3 million; 9. Rebound, $2.9 million; 10. Star Wars: Episode III -- Revenge of the Sith, $2.6 million.

Meanwhile, Star Wars hopped another notch into the top ten all time, gracefully gliding over The Passion as the 9th top grossing movie of all time and set to overtake the 8th spot if not by next weekend than definitely over it! And I see that Herbie's hanging in there strong! So bah to all the haters!

Peace, Ghani


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