Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Tale of Two Blogs
I'm going to write a spin off of Megan's latest blog about the difficulties of shopping for men, because I 850% agree. See, us girls are mostly very, very easy to shop for. Take Megan herself. A tube of Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and a bottle of cheap vodka will please her for the next 7 months and 3 days. Anything that smells or looks good generally works with 90% of the female population. Of course, the better you know the girl, the better your idea of what she'll like. This rule only applies to girls buying gifts for girls though. Ask a guy what they're planning on getting their girlfriends, mothers or sisters for their next birthdays and you'll either be met with a blank stare or look of panic. What? She has a birthday coming up?! Oh f***!
Take my sister's boyfriend for example.
He didn't buy her last Christmas gift until, you guessed it, Christmas Eve. Luckily for him, he was smart and went straight to Tiffany's, where the sales clerk clearly must have given him the "yet-another-guy-waiting-till-the-last-minute-to-shop-for-his-girlfriend" look. This shopping trip came after he had called me, asking what Aparna wanted.
Boys....I guess they never learn.
Meanwhile, girls shopping for boys is an entirely different ball game. We take into consideration factors such as but not limited to: who the guy is, our relationship to him, the length, strength, and nature of that relationship, what we can afford, how much to spend depending on how much he has/had spent on us in the past, what his likes and dislikes are, what he already owns, ect.
Somehow, I don't think that most guys go through this level of extensive thinking....
But hey, what would I know? I'll be the first to admit that I know NOTHING about guys. I mean seriously. The only serious man in my life is my father who lives in Connecticut, who is totally content with displaying the bright pink and glittery photo frames I've made him since I was 9 prominently in his Yale office. (Big props to my dad, I am a huge fan of my father.) Growing up I always had friends who were girls--very few guy friends. And incidentally, the few guy friends I've had have mainly been questionably gay so no help there. Guys are so simple that it becomes difficult to shop for them. They have a watch, razor, wallet, cologne, and sunglasses. That's pretty much all they need. They aren't like girls who have five different types of wallets, purses, watches and perfumes. Boys are content with their one-of-what-I-need lifestyle.
Of course, this puts us girls into a predicament.
Should we get him another watch? More of that cologne he likes? What is that cologne he likes? Will he use/wear this if I buy it? It's tough. And most guys aren't exactly open to discussing what they want so no hope there.
And THAT I think... is why shopping for guys sucks. They are too simple to the point of being difficult.
Take my sister's boyfriend for example.
He didn't buy her last Christmas gift until, you guessed it, Christmas Eve. Luckily for him, he was smart and went straight to Tiffany's, where the sales clerk clearly must have given him the "yet-another-guy-waiting-till-the-last-minute-to-shop-for-his-girlfriend" look. This shopping trip came after he had called me, asking what Aparna wanted.
Boys....I guess they never learn.
Meanwhile, girls shopping for boys is an entirely different ball game. We take into consideration factors such as but not limited to: who the guy is, our relationship to him, the length, strength, and nature of that relationship, what we can afford, how much to spend depending on how much he has/had spent on us in the past, what his likes and dislikes are, what he already owns, ect.
Somehow, I don't think that most guys go through this level of extensive thinking....
But hey, what would I know? I'll be the first to admit that I know NOTHING about guys. I mean seriously. The only serious man in my life is my father who lives in Connecticut, who is totally content with displaying the bright pink and glittery photo frames I've made him since I was 9 prominently in his Yale office. (Big props to my dad, I am a huge fan of my father.) Growing up I always had friends who were girls--very few guy friends. And incidentally, the few guy friends I've had have mainly been questionably gay so no help there. Guys are so simple that it becomes difficult to shop for them. They have a watch, razor, wallet, cologne, and sunglasses. That's pretty much all they need. They aren't like girls who have five different types of wallets, purses, watches and perfumes. Boys are content with their one-of-what-I-need lifestyle.
Of course, this puts us girls into a predicament.
Should we get him another watch? More of that cologne he likes? What is that cologne he likes? Will he use/wear this if I buy it? It's tough. And most guys aren't exactly open to discussing what they want so no hope there.
And THAT I think... is why shopping for guys sucks. They are too simple to the point of being difficult.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Oh Drama...
Sometimes....I feel like I'm dealing with 5 year olds. Intelligent, vivacious, brilliant people are 100% capable of being irrational, illogical, and just plain stupid.
Now I'm not saying I'm immune to this. Of course I have my moments. But I have NEVER been immature for this long. I don't stay 5 for extended periods of time. There's a difference between periods of immaturity and full out abject fucking stupidity.
Peace out... I deal with kids as my job, but I'd like to not deal with them off hours.
Now I'm not saying I'm immune to this. Of course I have my moments. But I have NEVER been immature for this long. I don't stay 5 for extended periods of time. There's a difference between periods of immaturity and full out abject fucking stupidity.
Peace out... I deal with kids as my job, but I'd like to not deal with them off hours.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The Madness Has Only Just Begun
I guess I should start out by telling those of you who don't know what I do in the summer what my occupation is. I'm a summer camp counselor here in the OV. I've volunteered at camp as a junior staff since I was 12, started working for them as an official staff at 16, and have been working camp every summer since (camp is 9 weeks long). This summer, camp takes place at Copper Creek Elementary School. I love my job--the staff keeps on getting rehired so I know and love all of my fellow counselors. I'm comfortable with it because I've been doing it for 7 years--it's familiar, kind of like going home after 9 months in a foreign country. If I made $200,000 a year for being a camp counselor I would do it. With all that said, even though I LOVE my job, it takes a toll when you have a million children vying for your attention all day (5 days a week). Eventually the staff doesn't give a fuck and we just tell them to go entertain themselves (under "supervision" of course).
Take today for example. I was EXHAUSTED and completely out of it at camp yesterday because I had 5 hours of sleep due to the fact that for the past week, I've been waking up in the 5 o clock hour for no damn reason. Also, I think I'm getting sick so that might have added to the fatigue/loopyness. Today was no different. I walk into camp like a zombie and 3 minutes in a camper comes up to me crying and clutching her hand. She was playing tether ball when the ball it her hand hard and she heard a snap.
Fucking fabulous.
So we look up her emergency contacts to let them know and to come pick her up (mind you it's only 8:33am)--her dad, grandma and mom. Dad and grandma didn't answer their calls. Her file didn't include her mom's phone number, and the girl didn't know it off the top of her head. So I asked where her mom worked, and it turns out she was some admin at the OV hospital. So I look up the hospital's number on my phone and call their main line. From there I had to navigate their employee database to find her mom, and ask for her number. Right as I was about to dial the mom's number, I get an incoming call from another parent. Why? She saw a massive rattle snake moving in towards the gym, where we would be in half an hour.
Double fucking fabulous.
Since I didn't see the snake, I walked the whole perimeter of the school with the parent on the phone, and the whole time I was paranoid about stepping on the snake and not seeing it. I never found it, but the parent was relentless so I made up some BS story about "letting maintenance know" about the problem. That loosely translates to "I'll tell the staff but that's it."
In addition, I wasn't the only staff feeling awful today. My coworker was sick too, so the both of us had no energy for anything other than just lying down. Not good when you have 60 campers.
Speaking of sick, get this:
Near the end of the day, we get a frantic call from our boss saying the whole street (Copper Spring's Trail) was blocked off because someone had to be helicoptered to a hospitals. So there, before the staff's horrified eyes, landed a giant red helicopter smack in the middle of the field, whipping up trees and dust. There were a 1000 cops on either end of the street who put us on lockdown in the gym. Problem, because it's now pick up time and the parents are blockaded from the street. So we had to send 2 staff to either end of the street to let them know that they have to either wait to pick up their kid or walk the distance to school. Luckily, the helicopter took off before most of the parents came, so the street freed up.
Now, WTF requires you to be copter-ed out of a field? Why wouldn't an ambulance work? I mean... if you're dying on top of a mountain then yes you need a helicopter.... but at an elementary school? Oh summer camp.....
Yes. It's only week 2, day 2. All in a day's work you guys, all in a day's work.....
Take today for example. I was EXHAUSTED and completely out of it at camp yesterday because I had 5 hours of sleep due to the fact that for the past week, I've been waking up in the 5 o clock hour for no damn reason. Also, I think I'm getting sick so that might have added to the fatigue/loopyness. Today was no different. I walk into camp like a zombie and 3 minutes in a camper comes up to me crying and clutching her hand. She was playing tether ball when the ball it her hand hard and she heard a snap.
Fucking fabulous.
So we look up her emergency contacts to let them know and to come pick her up (mind you it's only 8:33am)--her dad, grandma and mom. Dad and grandma didn't answer their calls. Her file didn't include her mom's phone number, and the girl didn't know it off the top of her head. So I asked where her mom worked, and it turns out she was some admin at the OV hospital. So I look up the hospital's number on my phone and call their main line. From there I had to navigate their employee database to find her mom, and ask for her number. Right as I was about to dial the mom's number, I get an incoming call from another parent. Why? She saw a massive rattle snake moving in towards the gym, where we would be in half an hour.
Double fucking fabulous.
Since I didn't see the snake, I walked the whole perimeter of the school with the parent on the phone, and the whole time I was paranoid about stepping on the snake and not seeing it. I never found it, but the parent was relentless so I made up some BS story about "letting maintenance know" about the problem. That loosely translates to "I'll tell the staff but that's it."
In addition, I wasn't the only staff feeling awful today. My coworker was sick too, so the both of us had no energy for anything other than just lying down. Not good when you have 60 campers.
Speaking of sick, get this:
Near the end of the day, we get a frantic call from our boss saying the whole street (Copper Spring's Trail) was blocked off because someone had to be helicoptered to a hospitals. So there, before the staff's horrified eyes, landed a giant red helicopter smack in the middle of the field, whipping up trees and dust. There were a 1000 cops on either end of the street who put us on lockdown in the gym. Problem, because it's now pick up time and the parents are blockaded from the street. So we had to send 2 staff to either end of the street to let them know that they have to either wait to pick up their kid or walk the distance to school. Luckily, the helicopter took off before most of the parents came, so the street freed up.
Now, WTF requires you to be copter-ed out of a field? Why wouldn't an ambulance work? I mean... if you're dying on top of a mountain then yes you need a helicopter.... but at an elementary school? Oh summer camp.....
Yes. It's only week 2, day 2. All in a day's work you guys, all in a day's work.....
Sunday, June 6, 2010
This One's for Maureen =)
Okay Maureen, you picked a good time to spam my wall =p. That's because I'm gonna write about a HUGE monument in my 19 year life span. What's that? A date that ended.... well you'll see.
So I'm going to leave my date's name out of this just for the sake that wandering eyes might find this (Meg will tell you who it is Maureen). Anyway, my date is someone we ALL know, and we ended up on a date because we work together and we flirted... and all that jazz! Ok I'm blushing just writing this. Which is a big deal because I'm brown and I NEVER blush. Seriously.
Alright, so my date night was quite literally straight from the script of a romantic comedy, complete with disaster, scoldings, awkward run ins, and a happy ending. I promise it's a happy one!
Okay, I know Megan is laughing hysterically right now because I called to tell her about my night already. But I think it's worth writing about.
Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I'm super shy, and I haven't really entered the dating scene full on yet. I've gone on a few dates, yeah, but I was never one of those girls growing up that HAD TO HAVE a boyfriend, and as a result, I've never had one. This ALWAYS takes people by surprise, and when I ask why I usually get a response like "You're just so pretty we assumed that boys would be all over you." Flattering... but kinda sad at the same time. Does every pretty girl NEED to have a boyfriend to be happy, to complete the vision other people thought of them? I for one don't agree. I don't need a man to make me feel good. Sure, if I had one it would be something new, but I was always perfectly happy with my friends, and most of my focus went towards my studies as I went through high school anyway. A boyfriend to me at the time was an added liability... Sorry boys but no time! Really! Oh I had crushes. Seriously. Ask Megan how much I drooled over certain boys. But with having no time, experience, or confidence to really put myself out there, I just never did. I figured that everything will come in due time.
And boy did it ever.
Flash forward to right now. I work with this boy I'm currently dating. We went to middle and high school together, but never really talked throughout it. We ended up dating because we talked (okay and flirted) throughout work the past 2 weeks. Me, being totally inexperienced, had no idea what to expect, and I spent much of my time wondering if he liked me back. FINALLY, I got the are-you-busy-tonight-no-me-either.... text. Now I started freaking out more because I am PAINFULLY shy and was NOT gonna suggest something like "Hey, we should do something tonight." Won't won't won't. Yes, Aditee is silly and was freaking out over this simple suggestion. But after several threats from my sister dearest, I finally bit the bullet and suggested we grab ice cream or something. He said yeah, and then said we could go to the movies afterwards. Of course, this now put me into full-on panic mode and I was sitting in my house hyperventilating. I tried convincing myself that this wasn't a date, just a hangout, but my sister insisted it was a date.
Let me pause here and tell you that this is just the beginning. The real drama has not even started yet.
30 minutes later I finally pull myself together and start to get ready. My sister left to hang out with a friend, my mom's in India and my dad's in Connecticut so I have the house to myself. So naturally, I raid my sister's closet to steal a cute yet modest dress. I finish hair and makeup, and patiently await my date, who would come later in the night to pick me up after he finished dinner with his family. I'm sitting on the couch innocently when all of the sudden it happened.
There was a noise that sounded kind of like an airplane turning off the engine. Then, everything was black. No really, I'm serious. The power died. No light. No sound. My land line was dead of course. My internet wasn't working because there was no power to the modem. It's pitch black in my house because it's now almost 8pm and I'm by myself. We don't have flashlights in this house. We had candles somewhere in the garage, but hell if I was going to navigate that in the darkness. So, as calmly as I could, called my mom on my cell. She didn't answer. Called dad. No answer. My sister. All she said was "Oh fuck." My sentiments exactly. It was only then that I realized that while my house was black, so was the street. I stepped out of my front door and into my cul-de-sac. Darkness all around, no lights. I was under the impression that it was only my house that short circuited or something, which wouldn't have helped me anyway, because I know nothing about circuits. Anyway, I step out into my front yard only to see the silhouette of a large man directly in front of me, across the cul-de-sac, near the house directly across mine. This particular house is vacant 90% of the year, so I was quite surprised (and spooked) to see someone there. I couldn't make out his face of course, but he called out to me. The first thing he said? "Are you alone?"
Cue panic reserves.
"N-no..." I stammered. I totally was alone, but hell if I was gonna tell him that. He then asked if I needed help, and that he could bring me candles if I wanted. I thanked him but said no. I would suffer in the darkness before that happened. Yes, I realize he was probably being friendly, but I was already a bit on edge at that point and wasn't about to take any chances, and, let's face it, you simply do NOT ask a young girl if they're alone like that. Finally, I decided to knock on the door of one of my other neighbors who I actually knew. Just as that thought came to my mind, the neighbor to the right came out of her house and headed towards her car. I called out to her, but she was on the phone and didn't hear me. So I walked up to her driveway calling, but she still didn't hear or see me. Finally she get's in her car, turns it on, and I tapped on her passenger side window. She slowly turned around, and when she saw me, she screamed bloody murder.
I wish I could tell you that I'm making this up. But no, my whole life has to be some kind of entertainment for whatever Gods I've pissed off.
So when she screamed, I jumped. She finally realized it was me, rolled down her window and I profusely apologized for scaring her. She finally calmed down and started laughing. She then informed me that the power was out over half of copper creek and the neighboring neighborhood. I went inside, slightly nervous the events that occurred in the last few minutes. I sat on the couch again, in the blackness, and waited.
Finally, my date arrived! He had gotten slightly lost since he couldn't see any street signs or house numbers in the darkness. We went to Frost for some gelato, and he was a perfect gentleman. Held every door open, told me I looked nice, and paid for the ice cream (I offered... since I'm not quite comfortable with the whole guys-have-to-pay-for-everything rule. Call me weird.) That aside, we get to Frost and run into his ex. Yes. You read that right. His ex. She was working there. However a potential bomb was avoided because my date said hi to her, and then introduced me to her. The ex was very nice about it and smiled at me. She seemed friendly. We get our ice cream and upon walking outside to find a table, only to find my sister and her friend.
Kill me. Really.
I knew she was gonna give me hell, but my date and I sat down at their table since we all knew each other, and we talked. It was actually quite pleasant. Eventually, we had to leave to catch our movie. We went to the theater (where he paid...again...ugh he refused to go Dutch). We were talking away during the previews when all of the sudden, a couple seated in front of us turned around and angrily said "Can you guys continue your conversation after the movie?" Um. What? It's the effing previews. And not even the movie trailer previews, the silent kind where they show you dumb trivia and advertisements. A bit taken aback, my date and I then had to sit in silence for the duration in the movie. It was funny of course, since we couldn't talk, but still weird. The couple that yelled at us laughed obnoxiously throughout the film but we didn't say anything.
Now a few minutes into the movie my date reached over and took my hand. It was sweet and I admired his confidence. Any doubt about whether this was a date date abruptly left at that moment. But of course, me being me, silently panicked at the contact...so new! So exciting! So overwhelming! Ahhhhhhhh!
So at the end of the movie he takes me home... and... wait for it... at my doorstep, he kissed me! Twice. LOL. Sorry if that was anti-climatic. But did I mention, it was my first kiss? ;)
And thus ends the date. I promptly called my mom and told her what happened (I was scandalized after the first thing she asked me was if there was tongue.) Then I called Megan C. Keep in mind that's it's now 1am. Meg was asleep but she was suddenly awake and alert when my first words were "he kissed me." And yeah, I'll be seeing him again =)
And that Maureen, is my post dedicated to you =) Hope you laughed a bit through this! Thought I'd share this new experience with you all.
So I'm going to leave my date's name out of this just for the sake that wandering eyes might find this (Meg will tell you who it is Maureen). Anyway, my date is someone we ALL know, and we ended up on a date because we work together and we flirted... and all that jazz! Ok I'm blushing just writing this. Which is a big deal because I'm brown and I NEVER blush. Seriously.
Alright, so my date night was quite literally straight from the script of a romantic comedy, complete with disaster, scoldings, awkward run ins, and a happy ending. I promise it's a happy one!
Okay, I know Megan is laughing hysterically right now because I called to tell her about my night already. But I think it's worth writing about.
Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I'm super shy, and I haven't really entered the dating scene full on yet. I've gone on a few dates, yeah, but I was never one of those girls growing up that HAD TO HAVE a boyfriend, and as a result, I've never had one. This ALWAYS takes people by surprise, and when I ask why I usually get a response like "You're just so pretty we assumed that boys would be all over you." Flattering... but kinda sad at the same time. Does every pretty girl NEED to have a boyfriend to be happy, to complete the vision other people thought of them? I for one don't agree. I don't need a man to make me feel good. Sure, if I had one it would be something new, but I was always perfectly happy with my friends, and most of my focus went towards my studies as I went through high school anyway. A boyfriend to me at the time was an added liability... Sorry boys but no time! Really! Oh I had crushes. Seriously. Ask Megan how much I drooled over certain boys. But with having no time, experience, or confidence to really put myself out there, I just never did. I figured that everything will come in due time.
And boy did it ever.
Flash forward to right now. I work with this boy I'm currently dating. We went to middle and high school together, but never really talked throughout it. We ended up dating because we talked (okay and flirted) throughout work the past 2 weeks. Me, being totally inexperienced, had no idea what to expect, and I spent much of my time wondering if he liked me back. FINALLY, I got the are-you-busy-tonight-no-me-either.... text. Now I started freaking out more because I am PAINFULLY shy and was NOT gonna suggest something like "Hey, we should do something tonight." Won't won't won't. Yes, Aditee is silly and was freaking out over this simple suggestion. But after several threats from my sister dearest, I finally bit the bullet and suggested we grab ice cream or something. He said yeah, and then said we could go to the movies afterwards. Of course, this now put me into full-on panic mode and I was sitting in my house hyperventilating. I tried convincing myself that this wasn't a date, just a hangout, but my sister insisted it was a date.
Let me pause here and tell you that this is just the beginning. The real drama has not even started yet.
30 minutes later I finally pull myself together and start to get ready. My sister left to hang out with a friend, my mom's in India and my dad's in Connecticut so I have the house to myself. So naturally, I raid my sister's closet to steal a cute yet modest dress. I finish hair and makeup, and patiently await my date, who would come later in the night to pick me up after he finished dinner with his family. I'm sitting on the couch innocently when all of the sudden it happened.
There was a noise that sounded kind of like an airplane turning off the engine. Then, everything was black. No really, I'm serious. The power died. No light. No sound. My land line was dead of course. My internet wasn't working because there was no power to the modem. It's pitch black in my house because it's now almost 8pm and I'm by myself. We don't have flashlights in this house. We had candles somewhere in the garage, but hell if I was going to navigate that in the darkness. So, as calmly as I could, called my mom on my cell. She didn't answer. Called dad. No answer. My sister. All she said was "Oh fuck." My sentiments exactly. It was only then that I realized that while my house was black, so was the street. I stepped out of my front door and into my cul-de-sac. Darkness all around, no lights. I was under the impression that it was only my house that short circuited or something, which wouldn't have helped me anyway, because I know nothing about circuits. Anyway, I step out into my front yard only to see the silhouette of a large man directly in front of me, across the cul-de-sac, near the house directly across mine. This particular house is vacant 90% of the year, so I was quite surprised (and spooked) to see someone there. I couldn't make out his face of course, but he called out to me. The first thing he said? "Are you alone?"
Cue panic reserves.
"N-no..." I stammered. I totally was alone, but hell if I was gonna tell him that. He then asked if I needed help, and that he could bring me candles if I wanted. I thanked him but said no. I would suffer in the darkness before that happened. Yes, I realize he was probably being friendly, but I was already a bit on edge at that point and wasn't about to take any chances, and, let's face it, you simply do NOT ask a young girl if they're alone like that. Finally, I decided to knock on the door of one of my other neighbors who I actually knew. Just as that thought came to my mind, the neighbor to the right came out of her house and headed towards her car. I called out to her, but she was on the phone and didn't hear me. So I walked up to her driveway calling, but she still didn't hear or see me. Finally she get's in her car, turns it on, and I tapped on her passenger side window. She slowly turned around, and when she saw me, she screamed bloody murder.
I wish I could tell you that I'm making this up. But no, my whole life has to be some kind of entertainment for whatever Gods I've pissed off.
So when she screamed, I jumped. She finally realized it was me, rolled down her window and I profusely apologized for scaring her. She finally calmed down and started laughing. She then informed me that the power was out over half of copper creek and the neighboring neighborhood. I went inside, slightly nervous the events that occurred in the last few minutes. I sat on the couch again, in the blackness, and waited.
Finally, my date arrived! He had gotten slightly lost since he couldn't see any street signs or house numbers in the darkness. We went to Frost for some gelato, and he was a perfect gentleman. Held every door open, told me I looked nice, and paid for the ice cream (I offered... since I'm not quite comfortable with the whole guys-have-to-pay-for-everything rule. Call me weird.) That aside, we get to Frost and run into his ex. Yes. You read that right. His ex. She was working there. However a potential bomb was avoided because my date said hi to her, and then introduced me to her. The ex was very nice about it and smiled at me. She seemed friendly. We get our ice cream and upon walking outside to find a table, only to find my sister and her friend.
Kill me. Really.
I knew she was gonna give me hell, but my date and I sat down at their table since we all knew each other, and we talked. It was actually quite pleasant. Eventually, we had to leave to catch our movie. We went to the theater (where he paid...again...ugh he refused to go Dutch). We were talking away during the previews when all of the sudden, a couple seated in front of us turned around and angrily said "Can you guys continue your conversation after the movie?" Um. What? It's the effing previews. And not even the movie trailer previews, the silent kind where they show you dumb trivia and advertisements. A bit taken aback, my date and I then had to sit in silence for the duration in the movie. It was funny of course, since we couldn't talk, but still weird. The couple that yelled at us laughed obnoxiously throughout the film but we didn't say anything.
Now a few minutes into the movie my date reached over and took my hand. It was sweet and I admired his confidence. Any doubt about whether this was a date date abruptly left at that moment. But of course, me being me, silently panicked at the contact...so new! So exciting! So overwhelming! Ahhhhhhhh!
So at the end of the movie he takes me home... and... wait for it... at my doorstep, he kissed me! Twice. LOL. Sorry if that was anti-climatic. But did I mention, it was my first kiss? ;)
And thus ends the date. I promptly called my mom and told her what happened (I was scandalized after the first thing she asked me was if there was tongue.) Then I called Megan C. Keep in mind that's it's now 1am. Meg was asleep but she was suddenly awake and alert when my first words were "he kissed me." And yeah, I'll be seeing him again =)
And that Maureen, is my post dedicated to you =) Hope you laughed a bit through this! Thought I'd share this new experience with you all.
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