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Triumphs and Things

Well, this past week was pretty good – mostly – some things. Work was fine – especially since the holiday Monday made for a short week.

Last weekend we went off to Bethlehem for a quick visit. C found a great deal on a hotel, and we had a mostly good time. Saturday was lovely weather, but Sunday was a bit chilly. Went to the usual places – Re-Wired for coffee, a new place (Molto Pazzo), and the Bethlehem Hotel for brunch. Got some a really impressive piece of artwork made of stainless steel, and a few things for the Christmas tree. Somehow the taps on Christmas stuff seem to be a bit tighter closed – it’s not all ‘so new’ this year.

Monday I didn’t do much but we did go to lunch – with a horrible waitress.

Tuesday there was some tension at work over one of the analysts.

Tuesday night I want to my counsellor who fired me! Yes, he fired me. I’m really pissed – he’s a bit of a turd frankly for how he did it. He manipulated the conversation to say (a) you are fat (b) you are not doing anything about it, therefore (c I am done with you. Frankly he can go fuck himself.

However, Wednesday I walked for x minutes. It felt good, kinda, and bad, kinda. Thursday C was out so I didn’t – pure laziness. Friday neither. Saturday morning, x + 10 minutes and that felt better. I’m planning on doing x + 15 minutes tomorrow.

Friday boss was a bit … well, we had a ‘training moment’ about how many people I cc: on my e-mails. Much ado about nothing but it pissed me off good and proper. I don’t think my “sin” was as severe as it seemed at the time, but once Greg got into the swing of things he wouldn’t stop. I dunno. Work has been…disconcerting. Not as smooth and easy as usual. Bumpy and things. And soon we’ll start on my security investigation which has me minorly stressed.

Today we had Ethiopian food for the first time. It was … interesting. Intriguing. Basically you get some vegetables and some stewed stuff, and it’s all piled on these huge pieces of injera bread which is flat and spongy and odd but good. And no utensils. You use the injera to pick up bits of the food. The injera is very very filling.

Must remember to buy some low-carb bread at Mom’s tomorrow. Actually tomorrow should be a long and busy and tiring day. I hope I can fully take part after my exercise.

See you soon! Visit my tumbler!

And for today’s hot guy, since I’m watching SouthLAnd, here’s the sexy and talented Benjamin McKenzie. Too beautiful to live!

Dial 911, Make a Cop Come!

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Music for You to Listen To

First off, “Hipnotisan” (“Hypnotized“) by Dado Polumenta (from Montenegro):

Now very very sexy Turkish singer Arkan, first “Ask Gitti Bizden” (“Love Left Us“):

And here’s Arkan in “Op“:

Tell me what you think! And just to keep you focussed, here’s Tarkan himself, all close up and such:



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Strom Clods

Hot and humid and stormy. Everything is wet. Terrible storms in the afternoon. Not a “derecho” but pretty windy.

Spent most of the day down at Fort Belvoir at the Total Army Analysis, Signal Corps panel. I felt so out of place and uninformed and stupid. But it wasn’t so bad. I got a lot of surfing done. And left kinda early. (Shame!) Back tomorrow for the Military Intelligence panel.

Driving down I hadn’t heard from C so I panicked a bit. I really can’t begin to imagine being separated from him. 😦

Too much to eat at an AYCE Indian. 😦 I’d been doing so well up to then last week and up to today.

Just so sick of being sweaty and hot. And I just feel grubby. 😦 And I’m trying to decide if I should watch pr0n anymore. It seems unethical.

Huh. Chris Evans said to stop listening to your brain noise; it’s not who you are, it’s just the noise your brain makes and chances are it doesn’t have anything helpful to tell you. Huh.

This is a fantastic interview – yes it’s the part two from his interview in the “Becoming” series, but I found it the more valuable. You can watch part 1 if you’d like.

He’s so gorgeous. And he’s been depressed, just like me. “The thing you’re most scared of is exactly what you should do.” Like Romney visiting us 47% victims. 🙂


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Oh, nearly forgot

Oh, sorry, I nearly forgot. Michael Horta. Eye candy for you.

Michael Horta

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I’m back!

Well, remember me?

I’d been staring at my site for quite some time, dissatisfied at it and how I’ve neglected it. But I also didn’t want to go back to feeling a bit burdened by posting so much, often late at night, wrestling with this pretty bad program I bought which promised (ha!) to make editing one’s blog easier but which wound up making a terrible mess of things, and looking a bit silly with all the gratuitous male flesh. So expect my updates to be shorter and there to be less men involved. I won’t say none of them though – perish the thought!

When last I left you we were discussing the Real Housewives of New York and their disasterous trip to Marrakech. I think that was when the rot set in which led to half of the cast (including my favourite, Alex) being fired. We went through a full season of New Jersey with hot sexy Joe Gorga, and we’ve started in on Beverly Hills and Atlanta. I’m watching Beverly Hills but only fitfully. See, I got so many good books for Christmas or for myself that I find I don’t have a lot of desire to watch my DVR’d episodes. I will try to get caught up on Beverly Hills and I will possibly be more dilligent with Orange County, but I think I’ll give New York and Atlanta a (continuing) miss.

Since the summer when my last post was posted I’ve had a lot of good times. C and I went to beautiful Litchfield, SC, for a week of pool-lying-beside and couch-lazing-on and not much else. We really enjoyed it. If anyone wants I’ll post a picture of the house and such. In October we took another mini-break to Bethlehem, PA, and started on our Christmas shopping. (See, last year we did nothing at all for Christmas and we were both a little depressed so this year we put up a beautiful tree and lots of decorations and had family over and it was 100% better. And we had Bubble Lights!)

In November for my birthday we went to Tucson, AZ, to meet Ryan Hickmott whom some of you will know from an episode of Morgan Spurlock’s show 30 Days. To refresh your memory you can go check out the first post I made about him. We’ve gone from being Facebook friends to what I hope is ‘real’ friends; he has shared various very personal good news and bad times with me. It was really good to meet him and his lovely wife Angela. We went to Tombstone where I fired a pistol for the first time in my life. I thought it was great! We had dinner together – it was his anniversary weekend and we visited him at his home. We also enjoyed some of the sights of the Tuscon area and some great restaurants too. I’ll try to upload a few pics from it if anyone would care to see them.

So what’s on my mind now?

  • The state of national and international affairs. Which basically suck. We’re all broke and going to China for money. Obama is looking less and less viable unless this recession ends and people can get back to work.
  • My weight. Please see my other blog for more on that.

What’s on your mind?

Now the gentleman whose torso is above is model Michael Horta, an American who moved to Brazil when he was 11 years old. Here he is, head on. 

Michael Horta, shirtless, with a knowing look
He knows what YOU want
Sure looks like he does!

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Real Housewives of New Jersey, 31 May 2010

My little write-up!

What a boiling mess this last eppy was.

First off, we see Tess bringing home baby #4. Apparently she’s tired of all this baby-birthin’ because she wants the Italian Stallion gelded and quick. Joe, the aforementioned stallion, proceeds to demonstrate a rather amazing lack of knowledge of his own anatomy. Joe: She doesn’t want to castrate you. Well, not yet at any rate. Or not openly. Juicy Joe gets the forth little Giudice’s name tattooed on his meaty arm underneath the three others’. Now don’t you think it’s a good idea to not just spell out but write down the name or phrase you want added? Anyway they all went home to the Stone Temple of Teresa, the marble’s hard unyielding surfaces reminding Joe of the hard body of this one guy when he was drunk and … and anyway it was little Show Giudice’s birthday.

But Show Giudice only liked, not loved, her quad (after all what girl doesn’t want a pink fluffy dirt bike?), which made her mummy frankly not give a damn whether or not she fell off it, or killed her squalling sister. Tess’s only concern was that Show not drive the thing through the ‘water of puddles’ or whatever, so it wouldn’t have to be cleaned when she took it back. Remember Mommie Dearest and Christine having to choose one present to keep and the rest to give away? Little Show made her choice. Oh, yes, without knowing it, she made her choice.

Then there was a pink limousine and some screaming girls and Tess boasting about alla da cash she dropped on this kid. And I was reading Twitter on my iPhone so I have no idea but since screams seemed happy I didn’t care what they were up to. Apparently getting training for future days of vanity. Who knows?

Jacquay learns what we all suspected, that her daughter Hashly is shacked up with her video store jockey boyfriend when she goes over and gets a little bit tipsy with said boyfriend’s mummy in their tiny house (tiny compared to Jacquay’s pile of bricks at least). Jacqay gripped her wine a little tighter and knocked it back a little faster when she thought about how the lazy thing couldn’t clean her own clothing explosion (room) at home, but apparently initiates whole house tidying in the bf’s house where she doesn’t even live. We all agree to keep the faith and the fiction, right? Right.

Back at the Palazzo Manzo, Chris (oh, overlooked sexy cute funny lickable Chris)’s best friend Forgettable-with-a-Mom appears and we get this convoluted explanation from Queen Quaroline about how she really didn’t snub Forgettables’ Mom, only refused to socialize with her because <gasp> Mom’s friends with Dastardly Danielle. Cripes a plenty! Anyway, it’s nice to see Chris (mmmmm so hot) interacting with his family, he always makes people laugh even though he seems somewhat unhappy (and in need of a big AngloAmerican hug).

Albie nicely takes Chuckie-waxer sister Lauren, Ashley and her bf to dinner to tell them that Ashley is too young to know her own mind. And that he doesn’t want bf to get his leg over and take advantage of the dimwitted thing. Ashley tries to make a protest but there are so many words she has to marshal and string together that she just slumps back into her chair, exhausted. Bf as usual is smart and says nothing to the attorney in waiting.

Dastardly Danielle and this strange friend of hers, Forgettable’s Mother, meet in a bar someplace in Franklin Lakes (not in Miseryville where Danielle has always lived) and Danielle engages in some pretty revolting suck up behaviour. I don’t know why this apparently wealthy woman is Danielle’s chum except to relieve the boredom of always being around proper people. Danielle and her craziness is entertainment, and she can always hop back into her chauffeured Bentley and zoom back to Megabux Mansion if things get too too real. Danielle spins her story about “da sick baby” and I guess ForgettaMom agrees to pay for Danielle to go to the fundraiser over at Dom Manzo’s Den (er, the Brownstone).

Queen Quaroline, Jackay and Tess meet to agree that Danielle is garbage, no good, calculating and a liar, and up to something. So that was a nice new change of conversation, right? Dina’s not going despite being a charitable sort, and Queen Quaroline decides not to go. Jackay is told she’s not going and Tess was never asked. Perhaps it was her time of the month? Those connected to the Den fall all over themselves to assure us that Danielle, despite being so dastardly, is as welcome as any other cockroach would be. This becomes important, later. Dastardette is not the only calculating one…

But she may be uniquely insane. As the big event approaches, Danielle makes sure that we, you, our cousins, the paper boy and all the people in China know that she’s terrified to go to the Den of her Enemy (er, that is, a big public building full of the public and television crews) because something unspecified but very sinister will happen to her, courtesy of Queenie and Qrew. To deal with this clear and present danger, she recruits Danny the Ex Con, world authority on knuckledusters, knuckle sandwiches, and everything else the decent people of New Jersey would prefer that we not associate with them.

For his part, Dannyboy collects a real mob of mooks, including the freaking Hells Angels chief, as muscle. WTF is this crazy b*tch thinking – that she, ForgettaMom, Dirty Dan and the mooks will crash the Dom’s Palace? No, nobody could be that stupid or low-class.

Oh but they could be. As God is my witness they could be….And that is exactly what Dastardly Danielle, ForgettaMom, Dirty Dan and the mob o’mooks have in mind.

Up they show to the Brownstone, where Chris (oh, so gorgeous polite sexy patient funny charming) gives them a well-advised wide berth. But this isn’t enough for Danielle, no, she’s not destroyed any pretense she has to being a civilized women yet. She’s got to go over to Chris and faux-graciously thank him for welcoming her to his house. Then she tells us, the horrified viewers, that this was nothing more than a big “F.U.” to … to whom? To poor Chris who was just being polite? To Queen Quaroline, miles away at home? Who the “F” knows? The only thing I did know from that is that Danielle lives in cathedrals of make-believe in her own head, in which angels and demons do battle with each other and she reigns, supreme Princess of it all, alone and misunderstood. Sad, really.

Danielle sweeps in at the head of the mook army and Forgettamom goes to Chris and is all fake-nice and such and Chris lets her know that she’s in for a big surprise. And then we’re told, via subtitles, that Chris said that she was well overdressed (“no lie!”). Which she was, let’s face it, although the mooks were well under-dressed, or awfully dressed, or thuggishly attired, take your pick. Somehow, some way, Danielle without being there knows that Chris said this in a ‘sadistic way.’ She’s out Kelly-ing Kelly here, her angels are singing and her demons dancing big time. Sigh.

Now. This is where it gets important to know exactly what happened. Danielle says that despite her being responsible for half of northern New Jersey being there, and in possession of ForgettaMom’s 20 seats, the Manzos meanly refused her even a table. The Manzos say that half her crew weren’t paid for and that they know nothing about any seating problems because they seat according to what the event organizers dictate. (The poor girl’s poor parents are naturally mortified that Danielle’s drama has galvanized the room’s attention to herself. And that Danielle insists on speaking to hem.)

Dirty Dan goes downstairs to bust some heads and use bad language and the Brownstone people try to set up a table for the assorted low-lives. Dan and Danielle trundle about the room talking to everyone about the poor sick baby and how wonderful it is that this money is being raised to help out with the medical bills and…

. They go around decrying the Brownstone, the Manzos, in this horrible Joizey ex-con gutter language, fake rage (ya gotta be f*cking kidding me) and veiled threats (just spare the baby’s family but f*ck up everyone else) spewing, choking on their own bile and thuggishness and general lack of class. Eventually, having ruined the start of the evening, Despicable Danielle and her nasty army are asked to leave and they do, with lots of impotent posing and insults to all concerned on their part. I know that the Countess (RHONY) and Emily Post and Miss Manners have made careers out of explaining the finer points of etiquette but I have to say a two-year old, a pack-wolf, or an amoeba on the pack-wolf would be appalled by the antics of this woman and her hangers-on, and would know better. Danielle took the title of lady and any respect I may have had for her and basically wiped her a** with it.

Her poor poor poor children when they see this. When their friends see this. When they are older and reflect on seeing this. Bah.

Oh, and I think Chris Manzo’s kinda cute. Could you guess?

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9 May 2010

Here’s some background on what has knocked me sideways these last few weeks. Read and tell me what you think, if you’d like. (Keep in mind this was written on 9 May and some of the questions have been resolved since….

Bit nervous about 10 May (Ed.: the next day!) – I have to go talk to Dr. Armstrong (my GP) about the ‘event’ with Dr. Long (who is to do some medical work for me). See I was in a google group set up by her (Dr. Long’s) office and apparently I wasn’t a very nice young man and said some things she didn’t like. Not that I knew that she would be going over everything I said so closely, nor that certain topics were off limits. Her staff had just gone through a 100% turn-over (says something about her management) and frankly I couldn’t get answers to my questions. I hate when people answer specific medical questions with “probably” and “maybe.” Anyway, I noticed that after a note was posted saying, in very general terms, that ‘change is good’ etc., that suddenly there were no more e-mails from the group.

Well, at my recent (last Thursday) appointment, Dr. Long basically told me off and accused me of ‘bad-mouthing’ her staff. She didn’t listen to me but let me know that she was angry with me. Which I found (a) humiliating since Christopher was right there, and (b) annoying. I also found out, by dint of some not special detective work, that she’d booted me off the group. Not nice. Not nice at all. And now I don’t know if I want her doing complicated medical work for me, which should be (a) a privilege for her and (b) something I only allow people I trust very much to do. I realize I don’t have to love or even like her, but I need to know that I can talk to her about anything and that my care won’t suffer because she’s pissed off at me.

But maybe I’m histrionic, although my friends don’t seem to think so. In any event, I’m going to ask Dr. Armstrong tomorrow and also my counsellor and see what they say.

I feel so fat. We took mum and dad (with my brother and sister-in-law and niece and nephew) to a brunch buffet today for Mother’s Day. It was okay but so crowded. At least by the end though I’d calmed down.

Watched Bear Grylls’s new show “Worst Case Scenario” and really enjoyed it, and not only because Mr. Gorgeous himself was in it. But then I always like things that can explain what to do and how to survive in odd (but likely) situations).

Oh, let’s turn our attention to the current obsession. Here is some more of the Alaskan baby-daddy Levi Johnson…starting quite innocently:



But as everyone knows, staying that way – Mr. Johnson’s Johnson stayed shyly and demurely hidden in the Playboy photoshoot. Is he preserving himself for a future porn career? I figure unless Sarah does something outrageous he’s already lost his fifteen minutes of fame in the legit world so…if he wants to be on screens he’d better strip down and work hard……

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28 Mar 10

More stuff this time from Sunday, March 28….

Slept until 2 pm and really haven’t done much. It was ‘that kind of a day.’ A bit nervous about tomorrow’s weigh-in but c’est la vie. Bolting water because I’ve got to have lab tests tomorrow and nil per os after midnight.

I feel so disorganized. I should probably do something about that. 🙂

Probably going to take tomorrow off work – I’ve got no expiration date sticker on my front windshield and they’ve been cracking down on Fort Meade. We were going to go by on Saturday but the line was out the door. So I’ll try late morning today and then come home and walk. Probably have dinner with C at his office.

Finally I need to write up my resume on the USAJobs site so I can apply for the DMA job. Oooo a 14. I don’t stand a chance, I don’t guess. I’ve probably killed my career accepting this downgrade.

Other than that not much. Watched a little about Scientology and read a little from Gawker.

Dreamt of the lovely place in Baltimore:

I was in Northern Virgnia at a metro bus stop on a downward sloping hill with a park and trees behind me. It was getting late in the afternoon and there were a crowd of people at the bus stop. I had on no shoes. A guy came up and beckoned me to follow him away, into the woods and then he climbed a tree. I went to follow but the limb he was standing on broke and he fell to the ground. I’m shouting “somebody call 911” and somebody does and he’s all right but my parents collect me.

Then we’re driving through northern Baltimore. We go to what seems to be a campus; there are gothic-style buildings, like the Houses of Parliament all around, some very ecclesiastical, and we pass under a series of large ornate gateways. We park and go into the house of a young women my parents know and suddenly all my family is there.

This young woman (her husband is coming home later) has a gorgeous house. One whole wall is two stories high and has shelves all in front of it with glass ornaments on them, which don’t spoil the view of the park beyond, which runs down a gentle slope to some more buildings. Everywhere there are examples of her artwork, and it’s really good, not ‘art work’ meaning ‘look I’ve self-indulgently daubed some paint on a canvas’ but nice, intricate paintings of vintage cars and old buildings. All looks like a lovely nice evening since she’s going to cook us dinner, but her dog bounds up to me and starts mouthing my hand, and it’s hurting and irritating…then some strange creature she has that looks like a giant monitor lizard but is orange and pink and yellow starts doing the same; it’s not got sharp teeth but it doesn’t seem to care that I’m trying to bat it away.

So I arrange to go out for a bit, and I walk out of her apartment into a marvelous street full of arcades and shops selling lovely things and it’s quiet yet full of people. There are maybe more Catholic bookstores than I’d expect, but perhaps this is a Catholic institution. The stores are all full of fascinating objects and paintings and I’m utterly enjoying myself wandering through, wishing that everywhere could be like this, so beautiful and old and full of such lovely things. There’re paths that wander along little narrow streams with shops along them, and a grand boulevard with more shops and restaurants. The light is strange and my dreams are often like this; around me is fairly light, like a cloudy day, but not far from me the scene recedes into a gloom that is neither gloomy nor disquieting-quite the opposite, it’s restful and also mysterious.

Does anyone know where this might be? Analyzing it I think it’s an amalgam of Lambertville, NJ, and Harrogate and Knaresborough in Yorkshire.

Hey, Ryan Hickmott from 30 Days is now my Facebook friend! 🙂 He’s a decent guy. He’s (or he was) a very conservative Christian from a rural area who volunteered to live with a gay man in the Castro in San Francisco for Morgan Spurlock’s series. IMHO the people themselves were the best ambassadors; not sure about the MCC pastor who didn’t have any credibility with the man from the beginning. But he made some real friends and was certainly game for a lot of ribbing (and got drunk and danced shirtless in a gay bar even…). He’s in the Army Reserves and has served in Iraq. I admire his ability to grow. And his looks ain’t bad either. He’s engaged to a lovely-seeming lady and is back safely in Michigan where he’s a financial advisor having two degrees and (I hope) success. Here he is on Oprah discussing his experience.


(So photogenic…wonder if he would have been chosen were he less so…)

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12 March 10

Kinda a dreary day and kinda dreary news. It rained and was dull the whole day. At work:

Found out that the trip to Atlanta may be ‘moved to the right.’ Which means that C will have to wriggle out of his ticket to come with me or I’ll have to go alone. I am kinda pissed but frankly saw it coming. Depending on how easy it is to change the darn thing, I may verzicht on this one and ‘do’ the one that Eddie Duke said would be better in April. I just hate the turbulence. And asking C to change plans. I know I fantasize about visiting strip clubs and hiring an escort but really I know I won’t. Maybe the strip club!

Then I had to listen to CH burble about how he’s going to be PCS’d to Hawaii. What I keep thinking is – why doesn’t he like me? His loss though, right?

Then I had to go to our Chaplain Assistant and all-around-Good-Guy’s promotion party. He cut such a fine figure up there, so handsome and admirable. He’s also going and I wish he weren’t too. 😦 First pic is of the unit chaplain introducing him and his family, second is of him greeting his fellow soldiers, and the third is from last year’s picnic. What he said is true – he does work out (partially) to keep himself attractive for his wife. And it works!




Sigh, another good one gone. And NO CAKE AT ALL!!!

‘Course I’ve not managed to get around to entering my intake either.

Looked up a bit later – my Levenger notebooks arrived, and we’re all off to Mama Roma’s and C agreed to go with me to the Levenger store in Tyson’s Tuesday. He’s so great like that.

But as usual sooo sleepy!

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11 Mar 10

Sorry for being away so long.

The blog is going to be a little different from now on – I’m not going to do huge obsessions on people and it’ll revert to more being about my life and thoughts and stuff.

Here are my notes from the 11th of March. I’m playing catch up.

Work was fine – except I didn’t do anything. Well, I did manage to update my travel arrangements with Lyndon for Atlanta – the car is now to be picked up and dropped off at College Park. Other than that, and dropping off to sleep for a while I mostly just read Gawker or Twitter and fucked around. Was noch? Nichts. By the afternoon the office very hot. Home straight after – C at work in DC. Either he has a cold or his allergies are really bad this year. I wish I could do something but he eschews aid (gets angry when I offer to take him to the doc for example).

Had a three-egg omelet for dinner which was nice, and some salami and pepperoni and cheese sticks. Not too awful. Washed my new polos and swapped out the dishes, another load is already in the sink. Watched “Psych” (love it, and James Roday is mega hot) and “Southland” (love it too and Ben Mackenzie’s cute as they come). Didn’t catch the second part of RHOOC reunion but it’s being dvr’d.

Hoping that I can get a decent set of office things before going on a business trip. Atlanta. Must start on that tomorrow, tout de suite!

Just feeling a little tired, and stuffs. Didn’t exercise. Here’s today’s numbers: 1227 calories, 77 g fat, 17 g carbs. I need to cut down on fat! It’s not my fault, guv, it’s the pepperoni. Need to get in some turkey or such over the weekend. Didn’t walk. Does washing the clothes and dishes count?

So no obsession but I will say that the above picture is shy little Levi Johnson. I will put up a pic of him now, and one of James Roday and Ben McKenzie.

Levi Johnson:


It doesn’t get any racier than this. 😦 James Roday:


Not any racier than that either. Half his appeal is his persona on the show. And Ben Mackenzie. He’s actually a good actor which is convenient for the show since they hardly ever give him any lines.


Uniform, a man in love

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