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9.30.2004
one perfect way to spend a morning hangover: biro-web.
:: Shericat 8:11 AM [+] :: speak
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9.29.2004
can i just say that i hate bad grammar with a deep, seeded passion? i am so tired of seeing "your" confused with "you're", or "it's" used as a possesive. what is with you people?
ok, on a more important note, i'm feeling ashamedly guilty of my motives in life. you see, my coworker Oraia is a pretty actively political person. i usually feel like i've come to terms with the fact that the important things in life to me are a little more self-centered, like my mental stability, food, morgan, our cats, trying to figure out what the hell makes me happy in life. although i'm pretty political about what i consume, it pretty much stops there, and i think i'm ok with that. mostly.
anyway, Oraia decided but a month ago that she wanted to do something about the sudden sweep of attacks on women in the Williamsburg area, and like most people who speak excitedly of making something happen, i figured great, good luck with that! thing is, she really did it, she's started this non-profit company called Right Rides and is in the process of finding funding to incorporate it, soon purchase a c.b. radio and eventually a fleet of cars, she's actually making this happen, in fact there's a benefit show next week everyone should check out. so am i feeling like a bit of a hoser when she talks about rushing home to work on grant stuff and i'm thinking of my evening ahead that is filled with nothing but beer and Top Model? you bet i do. what do we do with that feeling like we're supposed to be doing something more important in the world? does it ever go away? do we all feel it?
i used to think that if i really applied myself i could take the world by storm, but that i'm just too lazy and neurotic and i like beer too much to bother. now i wonder if i ever had that potential, i sure as hell never even tried to prove it one way or the other.
now here i am, about to get a small promotion in a crappy office job and actually kind of happy about it because it means more money to save for us to get out of new york next year. this is my life. what the fuck.
:: Shericat 11:07 AM [+] :: speak
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9.28.2004
i think i am going to quit group therapy. last month it was all about this girl (who's been there for 3 years or something) and her junkie boyfriend. first it was that she discovered he was a junkie. i think they were dating 2 months or something and she decided she "cared about him enough to help him through it". this consisted of her going with him to his dealer and watching him get high. i got lots of attitude and sideways glances when i finally said you're out of your fucking mind if you think this is a "relationship" in the first place, much less are you going to fix him. then this new guy started coming and talking about how he had this horrible physical deformity when he was young and it scarred him forever. i'm thinking, you were a woman, you had a tail, you're a hermaphrodite, you have lizard eggs hiding under your trousers. no, he has enlarged nipples. ok, i don't know how shitty that is for the guy, but he is a real whiner and frankly i'm selfish, i want my therapy $$$'s to go towards me, not droopy boob-boy. god i hope nobody in that group ever sees my blog. oh well, i'm not saying any names so whatever.
my boss wants me to start working full-time now, which isn't really so bad because we were just freaking out about how we're going to save up to move next year with our finances the way they are, but still kinda sucky because i really loved having Fridays off. also the guy who we share an office with has this really horrible Euro-trash girlfriend and she comes in here and uses one of the computers for her stupid party promotion business crap. i would love not to care, but she has this really, really annoying habit of punching the space bar when she types, so it's clik-clik-tap-tap-SMASH-tap-tap-SMASH-clik-tap-CRASH! fucking over-tanned bitch.
this is really a boring entry. stupid life stuff. i'm bored.
:: Shericat 10:49 AM [+] :: speak
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9.27.2004
because i am such a badly orgainized person, i have e-mail addresses for only about half of the people who should know good news, hopefully you'll all make your way here to see this
check the "Show off" splash on the front page or just go to the comics section. yay, money for drawerings!
:: Shericat 10:58 AM [+] :: speak
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9.26.2004
just came back from a weekend in Providence, the first on our series of adventures into towns that we might want to move to. we forgot to charge the camera batteries, so no pictues, but it almost doesn't matter, i don't think we'll be moving to Providence anytime in this life.
the town itself was a little more of an eyesore than i had been led to believe by the City of Providence website. we stayed with morgan's generous cousin Andy, a 10 min. walk from the main strip of Thayer Street. well first off, this overly-hyped "strip" was about four blocks of frat boys and Urban Outfitters, and secondly, well i guess there's really not much else there, it was pretty horrific. we wandered around there on Friday night for a while, couldn't find a single bar (of the whole 4 to choose from) that wasn't some lower-scale version of Applebee's, gave up and went to see Gardne State at the little art house theater, which was surprisingly good. we figured it was just he college brat pack area and held hopes for the Saturday when we planned to stroll through downtown and later head over the river to the "hipster" area where Andy had mapped out a couple of decent bars and some art space/loft things to check out. on Saturday morning we wound our way down the hill, through some really beautiful houses to the center of town for some breakfast, big mistake. after about an hour of searching for somewhere that advertised itself as a coffee joint and actually served breakfast food, we gave up and asked a woman at the snappy snack shack pizza joint. her response was "you mean besides Dunkin Donuts?" on our way to Dunkin Donuts we did find a very chi-chi breakfast spot and ate over-priced bagels and eggs, with a side of attitude. feeling a little better with full bellies, but tired and both on our respective cold medicines, we decided to go home and take a break before jaunting out again. later we hopped in the car and kind of made our way to where we thought we wanted to be, towards the north side of town, where everything really looked a lot like Bushwick, very deserted, big buildings and a few bars thrown around. the streets were very confusing, and after some frustrated driving around we found the Decatur Lounge, which came to be highlight of the trip. we drank afternoon beers and played a lot of music on the awesome jukebox, played a few rounds of Othello, talked shit with the bartender, it was nice. unfortunately, it was being there that made me realize what had been making me strangely uncomfortable all day; it was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, and there was nobody anywhere. not on the streets, not in the park, not walking around downtown, it was like a bomb went off. i know that anyplace outside of new york isn't going to provide the same kind of foot traffic that is now surprisingly comforting to me, but this was just strange. after 4 or 5 rounds, of which the very cool bartender bought half, we decided fuck Providence, we're going to the mall to see Shaun of the Dead. well, you see, Providence is a very, very small town, geographically the size of Williamsburg, if that, and a good third of it is taken up by this gargantuan mall they built in the center of town a few years ago. it probably explains the total lack of any other businesses anywhere else, and it certainly cleared up the conumdrum of where the entire population of Providence was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. i think we lasted about 2.6 minutes before we just started pushing random strangers out of our way to find the exit. talk about a buzzkill. we couldn't go back to the bar because we'd have to drive home, so we decided to go grab a couple of 40's and sit on Andy's stoop for the rest of the evening. i figured, how much more "Providence" can you get? well, deli's don't sell beer there either, so we found some liquor store but by that time we were just so frustrated and deflated we drank about half of them, gave up and went to bed.
so Providence get's a D- for me, saved from complete failure by the movie and the fun bar. however, one arty movie house and one cool bar do not a livable town make. morgan still feels like there's probably a lot we didn't get to check out there, and he's probably right, but my feeling is that if the allure of town is so hidden i'm not sure i want to go digging for it.
three weeks and we're off to chapter 2: Seattle here we come.
:: Shericat 11:31 AM [+] :: speak
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9.22.2004
this morning i woke up feeling pretty menstrual and crappy, but by the time i was out the door to work i was actually feeling the onset of a very good in-my-skin day. that's when i stop focusing on my belly, or thighs, or bad choice of clothing, or my awful haircut, or the strange rash that's developed on my chin, or the big red spot on my nose that appeared about 4 years ago and never went away, or any of the other millions of little things that are physically wrong with me, and i just feel good to be me. of course, it was all blown to hell about an hour ago when another round of fist-clenching cramps set in, but at least i had a good half-day of it.
while i'm on the subject, i just have to say that the entire female reproductive system is such a fucking raw deal. there is just no reason at all why we have to be ready to bear young every goddamn month. once a year would be more than enough, and why does if you don't use it, why does your body have to go through this whole rigamorale just to rid itself of unwanted material? i mean really now, 4-5 days of non-stop bleeding just is not efficient.
:: Shericat 12:54 PM [+] :: speak
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9.21.2004
today after work i headed down to the new Williamsburg American Apparel store and bought my first sweatshop-free undies. it was a tough call, even as a devoted conscious consumer i still had a hard time plopping down $10 a piece for their cute bum bottom panties, but i figured i have, in the past, paid upwards of $6 or $7 a pair for Victoria's Sweatshop undies back when i didnt' know any better, so what's a few extra dollars per pair for peace of mind? besides, i'm one of those un-girl girls who wears her briefs until they have holes in them, so i'll be good until 2006 or so.
:: Shericat 5:05 PM [+] :: speak
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i've got to figure out how to make the font of my comments the same as my blog posts. i cannot do this because i am stupid in the ways of the komputer.
as all three of you may have read yesterday, we went to see Faust last night at Film Forum. not only was this a treat because it was a restored copy of the film that's not often shown in a theater, plus there was a guy playing his own original score on piano right there in the theater! totally cool, except for this huge walrus of a man behind me that ruined the whole thing. he kept breathing very heavily in this harumph-y kind of laughing, kind of snorting thing and i swear to god he did it during every single frame of the goddamn film. i tried so hard to ignore it and not let it disturb my experience but it just messed it all up. Faust is such a fun film, and sure parts of it are a little silly now, but the special effects are really very cool when you consider when and how they were done, and if a guy flying on a carpet looks totally fake that doesn't necessarily mean you're supposed to guffaw all over the back of my neck about it! asshole.
so in honor of Chuckles, the Mouth-Breathing Warthog, i'd just like to remind everyone out there just how much a few simple manners can make everyone's life so much more pleasant - and he's not the only culprit here, you know who you are:
* say "please" and "thank you", it's nice and puts people in a good mood.
* chew with your mouth closed, it's fucking disgusting to hear and see you masticating.
* be quiet in a theater, we didn't pay ten fricking dollars to hear you or your stupid ingrate child dammit.
* say "excuse me" when you barrel your way through other human beings in your rush to get somewhere oh, maybe 2 seconds before the rest of us. or just die for that matter.
i guess i don't have much steam for the miss manners rant, but rude people can fuck off.
:: Shericat 10:50 AM [+] :: speak
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9.20.2004
let's just add one more to that list:
* which used-to-be-very-close-friend has done a piss-poor job of hiding his hatred for me the past year, and why can't he just own up to it?
:: Shericat 8:55 AM [+] :: speak
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oh dear weekend, how i love thee, why do you pass so quickly? i love the fall, and this weekend was just ripe for it. friday we did one of my all-time favorite things, ran into friends randomly on the street and got drunk with them, it was really nice. saturday saw us in awe of jean's gianormous belly for brunch, probably the last time we'll see the ninjas, as they have been dubbed, in utero, then we flopped home and proceeded to lay on the couch watching bad tv all day, which was kind of a relief. yesterday we went to the Artbot exhibit up in Harlem, where i am still a little freaked to walk through i gotta admit. it was a really great exhibit, i always love art that makes me work to figure out how it's functioning. we took a load of photos and some short videos that may wind they're way over to Ordo if i'm not too lazy. i was feeling a bit poopy so we subwayed down to Times Square to see Resident Evil: Apocalypse, which was only slightly better as a film than the screaming baby in the back row. i swear to god i want to just execute the people who bring their stupid babies into R rated movies. it's not enough that the stupid are very quickly out-numbering us with their carefree breeding, but do you really have to bring your waste of space spawn everywhere you go? and this kid was seriously crying and chirping and screaming through the entire movie, i'm not exaggerating at all. i can't believe the parents couldn't find it in their power to take the stupid brat into the lobby and try to calm it down, no, it's a fucking child, so it's not like anyone out of an entire theather full of people is going to say anything. i was her when i was walking out of the bathroom, and i was on the verge of saying something sharp and biting but the dull, cracked out look in her and her baby's eyes told me it just wasn't worth it.
this week the party keeps going with tonight's extra-special double feature of Faust and Tartuffe, neither of which i have ever seen, i'm a little embarrassed to admit, but practically soaking my panties in anticipation of. i think there should be a law that forbids one from watching silent films in any venue other than an art-house theater. then tomorrow is supercalarockalicious with Shellshocked and others at Trash. wednesday i'll have just enough time to do laundry before the premier of ANTM, then thursday we pack and prep to get out of dodge for the weekend to check out lovely Providence. if that's not enough links for you i don't know what to tell you.
a la Kat i've got to vent:
* which self-obsessed person needs to stop screaming everything right in my face two or three times every time i see her?
* who is proving herself effortlessly to be one of the sweetest, most sincere people i know?
* which beautiful couple are the only people i know right now who actually should be reproducing?
* which bad-ass Buffy character did i dream i was last night, and which one did i dream i was fighting?
:: Shericat 7:13 AM [+] :: speak
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9.16.2004
just after bitching about how i can't fathom replacing my dust-biting Chucks with a Nike-made pair, i found these. not only can i avoid a sweatshop but they're even vegan! what a relief, i hate it when my shoes eat meat.
:: Shericat 10:12 AM [+] :: speak
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sigh. it's becoming obvious to me that i am not a good new yorker. i guess i should be more upset about this, but i kind of don't care since we're going to move soon anyway. i'm getting over the whole going out to see the same band play over and over again, and that includes my husband's, i hold no bias on that point. i'm starting to feel like it probably is just me that everywhere seems too loud. i'm tired of having to scream over the traffic to be heard, i'm tired of paying $2 for freaking seltzer water, and most of all i'm tired of feeling uncool for the things i like; kayaking on the river, enjoying drinks on the porch, gardening, having a house all to myself, being able to get away from traffic and noise, breathing clean(er) air. and there's other things like the fact that i spend more money on beer and video games and cheese than i ever would on clothes or music or whatever else it is that those cool kids seem to be up to these days - that kind of personality doesn't really fly too well here, and i'd like to think it might do me a sight better in a place where people's noses aren't quite so far up each other's butts and cliques will once again recede into a high-school memory. sorry for such a morose post, but i'm just really feeling it today, like all of new york is breathing hot air down the back of my neck and saying in a deep, husky voice "you don't belong here!"
:: Shericat 7:18 AM [+] :: speak
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9.15.2004
for a few years now i've put this theory into practice i like to call "$20 a day". no, i'm not aspiring to be the next Rachael Ray, though i wouldn't mind being jetted off to every corner of the world to try out food every damn day and get rich and famous for it. no, this came from shortly after morgan and i got married, and i started working full-time, i decided i was taking the reigns as far as our finances were concerned. m. was happy not to deal with it anymore, and i was happy to be in control of it, until i started to watch how much of our weekly cash was disappearing into the thin air of coffee and lunch and the paper and the afternoon snack every day. i figured we easily spent $10 a day on that crap, which is probably a low estimate several days. when you add that up that's $50 a week, double that for two people, $100 a week, that's $400 a month. $400?!?! i couldn't imagine that we were wasting that much money on stuff that we really don't even think about. so i started making lunches for us, adding cans of soup and these tasty little indian meals to our groceries, and in turn started plunking a good $400-$500 in the ole savings account every month. after one year, minus minor deductions for fixing the car and moving into a new apartment, i celebrated the clearance of the $5000 mark, very substantial for middle class working folks like us. of course, we spent some of that in the following year on moving into our fat loft, and then of course we got hit by the tax man for the rest of it. but at least we had it, we didn't have to get a loan, didn't have to sell our pinky fingers to the mob or something, and we still had enough to go on a cheapo vacation to Florida, plus a couple grand that saw me through my unemployment stint. now we start over, luckily with the hefty deposit of our security refund from the loft, and we'll slowly build on that until some other unforseen event rears its ugly head.
i blog this now because for a long time i was considering writing some stupid book about it and raking in the cash, maybe i still will, but the Sims 2 comes out today so it ain't happen' this year, and i'd like to, puns aside, share the wealth.
:: Shericat 10:20 AM [+] :: speak
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well i've got my weekend plans all squared away.
:: Shericat 8:35 AM [+] :: speak
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9.14.2004
damn them health nuts. i just downed an entire bag of Apple and Cinnamon Soy Crips in one sitting.
:: Shericat 1:16 PM [+] :: speak
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i'm currently debating whether or not to go to my stupid high-school reunion. there are a few people i would really love to see and hear what they are up to now, and watching the rsvp list build is kind of fun and voyeuristic, listing where people live now and whether or not they're bringing a guest. i wouldn't drag morgan there in a million years, i guess i'm just not the "bring my husband to the reunion" kind of gal. the big decision maker now is money, and thus plane tickets. for the same amount as it will cost me to go to Albuquerque i could go to: Amsterdam, Paris, Seattle, San Francisco, Edinburgh, London, the Bahamas for crying out loud. it's no wonder i don't visit my family more often, i mean, how often can i justify going to fucking Albuquerque over someplace beautiful and exotic and absent of, well, family. in fact, i think i just made up my mind right there, poo on you reunion, i'm saving it for a weekend with the husband to one of these fancy wonderlands.
:: Shericat 11:52 AM [+] :: speak
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9.10.2004
today i had my first real haircut in like, 2 years. it was a little scary, and i totally had that horror of opening my eyes once the girl finished drying it and looking in the mirror. at first i thought "oh my god, i look like Mork!. after the girl trussed it up with yummy smelling stuff i still wasn't all that impressed, i think it's only a sight better than what i've been able to do myself all these years of homemade haircuts. i decided not to let myself get too down about it, it is only hair after all, so i went to the drugstore for hair dye and new pomade-gunk. it'll grow back, but in the meantime can everyone please be nice and tell me how cute it looks, even if you're lying through your teeth?
:: Shericat 1:59 PM [+] :: speak
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9.09.2004
reason #0726498723948756982983459809--9090 this new job really isn't all that bad:
instead of feeling like i've been wrung and hung out to dry by thursday, i'm ferociously looking forward to going out on a friday and getting good and drunk - something i have not had the pleasure of enjoying for the past year and a half. plus i get to blog about it at work.
:: Shericat 2:07 PM [+] :: speak
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this morning as i was throwing my shit into the car to drive to work becuase i am just that lazy today, after the usual couple of sneering, leering "hey beautiful" 's from the jerks who hang out on my street, i hear someone pull up behind me and say "well hello you!" normally i wouldn't have even bothered to turn around, but the voice sounded vaguely familiar and sincerely friendly, so i turn around and it's the goddamn UPS guy from my old job. that was really strange. he was always really nice and he asked me out once when last year and now he's recognizing me on my street. i don't know why that feels funny but it does.
also happening is my boss' new bar, which is opening this Friday. i sent out the invite to everyone on my e-mail list yesterday, then proceeded to get a couple of invites from other people i don't even really know to the same damn shindig! i don't know what that's weird either.
:: Shericat 8:53 AM [+] :: speak
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9.08.2004
i seriously think i am the only person on earth who doesn't worship the Shins. several friends whose music taste i otherwise am in total agreement with love them, and i just don't get it. we bought their new cd last year just to see what all the hubbub was about, and it was such a disappointment, in fact my two word review of the album would be "wet fart". i think the music is pithy, the songwriting verging way too far on the side of whining, it just doesn't do it for me, and i wouldn't care so much if it weren't for the fact that their bass player used to head one hell of a punk band. i'm sure he's happy to be making a living playing music, what musician wouldn't, but it seems an injustice that he has focused his talents on this watered-down crap.
this weekend we were discussing the popularity=quality phenomena of media in this country, which is what turned me around to thinking about this band again. i, like many others, have often succumbed to the inane process of falling in like with a band, book, movie, etc. then shrugging it off when it hits big. i know popularity doesn't necessitate bad quality, but i am always suspicious of anything that appeals to the vast majority. like Harry Potter books, i think it's great that they're getting kids to read, etc. and i don't think they are in and of themselves bad, but i gotta say i can't be in a room with a Harry Potter fan anymore. i'm so sick of being told what great books they are and how much i should read them. i've got a pile of big-kid books that i'm constantly trying to get through and constantly adding to thank you. but whether the books are worth reading or not aside, doesn't anyone else consider the other elements at play? it's a disgusting marketing scheme - i'm sure there are a dozen or so young-adult books out there that are just as good but have, for one reason or another, not made the press cut and now never will. and what about them makes them so crackalicious? in a society of kids unable to focus their attention on anything for more than a couple of seconds, what on earth is going on in Harry Potter that is keeping them glued hooey-blooey to the very end? maybe the pages are soaked in ritalin.
:: Shericat 5:49 AM [+] :: speak
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9.07.2004
reason # 9479273498273798897781`11 i will be glad to leave new york whenever we do:
this morning i was getting dressed and the cat was kind of all over me, rubbing against my legs and whatnot, how sweet. i leaned over to make the bed and there right dead center was a big, fat, dead cockroach. i'm keeping with my first assumption that the cat killed it and brought it to the bed because he's a proud hunter-cat, but i still can't shake the horrifying second thought that it was there in bed with us all night and we slowly rolled over it again and again until it finally curled up and died. gross.
:: Shericat 8:34 AM [+] :: speak
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9.05.2004
we're up in n.h. for the weekend, enjoying a load of good food and company. matt and mary came by, and seeing mary's big belly full-o-baby is very surreal. somehow the fact that this pregnant person, of all the pregnant persons i know right now, is related to me makes it all a bit closer to home. i silmultaneously feel the pressure to procreate and the relief that we're not ready to do so yet. it's nice to watch so many others before us though, a bit of vicarious experience is always good.
when i sat down to check my e-mail after a few days of absentia, i found both a high school reunion invite and an e-mail from my ex-best friend from said school. though i abhor the idea of spending a night or two with the jerks i went through adolescence with, i admit i have that stupid notion that i might make an appearance and enthrall them all with the otherworldliness of my new york-dom. but like anything else, it is a much notion while in my head, if i went i'm sure no one would care any more that i live in nyc and am married to a wonderful guy than i would about their major or minor successes. i might go anyway, who knows. in the meantime there are amazing smells coming from Abby's kitchen that i must investigate.
:: Shericat 3:53 PM [+] :: speak
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9.01.2004
i'm generally a big supporter of generic versions of, well, just about anything, especially pharmaceuticals. i don't like to resort to daytime meds when i'm sick because all that speed and shit just screws your immune system all up, but i'll do it when i have to. a few years ago Paul, who needs to update his blog more often by the way, found the superman pills. they were these great red and blue caplets that looked just like the Matrix pills, and they were the generic Rite-Aid version of daytime cold and flu stuff, and man were they great. unfortunamment por moi, yesterday there was only a Walgreens in sight, so i purused their ridiculously extensive selection of cold and flu remedies in gelcap/caplet/powder/pill form and picked whichever one looked like it covered all the bases. it's not working so well. at least my sore throat went away, which means i don't have strep thank god, just a nasty head cold that will surely be thoroughly kicked out of my system by a massage and a matinee of Hero tomorrow afternoon.
:: Shericat 8:50 AM [+] :: speak
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