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Friday, January 31, 2003
I've been trying to play the beta of Shadowbane, but man is it an exercise in frustration. First, the directions are totally PC based, the Mac directions are just plain wrong. Nobody bothers to correct them I guess.
Second, you download a 600Mb file, then need to immediately apply 100Mb worth of patches. Why not just patch that initial download? Next, the patcher is set to get data from the wrong patch server. I thought this beta had been going on for a year now, apparently they've got a severe case of cranial-rectal insertion disorder. They make Delta Tao look with it, if that's possible. Finally, early this morning, I get on the server for an hour. It crashed twice, once taking my Mac down hard. Tough to do in OSX. I found a grand totally of 4 monsters (aka mobs, short for mobiles. Why you would want 'em called mobiles or mobs I have no freakin' idea. Let's take people further out of the game and call 'em experience piles or stats or b-tree data structures... crickey). Yep, 4 monsters in an hour of walking around. Apparently excitement isn't their forte. And I thought Clan Lord was getting boring. Sheesh! Thursday, January 30, 2003
Holy glub, I won $40 at poker last night. When it rains it pours, we actually had 8 players, which means we had to eliminate or modify 7-card games.
Weds night my TiVo had recorded the first two episodes of "Sports Night". B and I loved that show when it was on, so we watched them again. That was damn good TV, great chemistry between the actors. Aaron Sorkin is one of the few TV writers who can make me so emotional that I tear up. Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Man, watching the State of the Union address last night, I couldn't believe how lousy a public speaker GW is. He also looks really shifty and creepy. Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Well, at last count six of the guys who went to the Gulf War with me have been called up to active duty and are being shipped out. It sometimes makes me wonder what my life would have been like if I had stayed in the Marine Reserve... I'd probably be going as well. Of course, I'd probably lose my house if I was on active duty pay. Monday, January 27, 2003
A busy weekend. When I got home from work on Friday Bridget was frazzled. I basically walked in the door, she was in Isabels room with both of the kids. She looked up, said, "Do you need anything before I go?" and left for her happy hour down the street with her friends. She was gone for the next few hours so I played with the kids and fed them their dinner. Isabel got very excited when B's mom Peggy showed up. Isabel loves weekend visits from her grandma!
On Saturday we had B's sister and her boyfriend over for dinner, I asked them how the house smelled and they said it *still* smells like cigars. Heh. My youngest brother Kurt called me up and said he and his buddies were doing an Ave Crawl that night since he was leaving the country for a while. I said "Sure, I'm dumb". I'd already had a few beers. There were six of us, we loaded into Kurt's friend Marty's van to drive over to the northern most end of University Ave, aka "The Ave". The plan was to leave the van there and walk home at the end of the night. Kurt had a couple cans of PBR (Pabts Blue Ribbon) with him that we finished off during the 5 minute drive. An Ave Crawl consists of hitting every bar and having at least one drink from one end to the other. The start this time was up at 56th, the Knarr tavern, a dive bar that has been there since 1935. I haven't been to the Knarr in a looooong time. When I was there last they served Bud, Coors, Rainier, etc. Now they have Bud and Rainier, but everything else is microbrews and Guiness! I could not believe it. The rest of the place was as non-upscale as always. We ordered two pitchers of Rainier and got the shuffleboard pucks. It was just before 9pm. They had a strange shuffleboard table there. The ones I've normally played on were about 2' wide and 14 to 21' long, with a gutter around the whole surface. This one was at least 3' wide and only maybe 10' long, but had side bumpers. The scoring zones were really narrow, and instead of shooting straight at the other side, your shot had to bank off one of the bumpers before the halfway point. Made it a much different game, tougher. After the Knarr we headed down to the Galway Arms. This bar is less than 10 years old but it's a nice Irish place. It was twice as wide as the last time I'd been there, having expanded. I ordered a Guiness, trying to go for a more authentic drink for each establishment, but the meatheads with me all ordered a Guiness and a shot of Jamesons. Crickey, apparently being 24 they either think they are immortal or they just don't comprehend how much drinking was ahead of them. One of the guys, John, ordered a shot of Baileys as well, he dropped it into his half-drunk Guiness to make a drink called a Car Bomb. It curdles the Baileys so you have to drink it fast. (shudder) One cool thing was the cook came out of the back foisting off a the last of a tray of brownies on us gratis so he could wash the pan. Across the street from the Galway Arms is the Irish Emigrant, which used to be a cougar sports bar. (Cougs being Washington State graduates, the UW's cross-state rival). There I got an imperial pint (20oz) of Newcastle Brown Ale. Some of us played pool while John and I played darts. I forget the name of the dart game, where you have to get 3 each of bulls, and 20 through 15. At the end I was beating him, every number was closed out and I had 2 bulls to his none, and he wanted to bet $5 on it. I said sure, but neither of us got a bull for like 10 more rounds, finally I nailed one and won. Wooo! Free beer money! Apparently John is normally very good at darts but he was pretty drunk. Afterwards we headed further down the Ave. Walking past some mom-n-pop pizza joint that was still open (10:30pm) we walked in and got their special $8 one-topping large. Nothing like a couple of slices of pizza to help moderate alcohol intake. We kept heading south. I was pretty loaded by this point, and the pizza didn't fill me up, so I walked across the Ave to the Jack-n-the-box for two tacos for a buck. Mmmm greasy deep-fried tacos! I just love saying "tacos". What a great word. "Tacos". I say it with a slight pause between the "ta" and the "cos". Ta-cos. Mmmm! Anyhoo, we'd lost one of the guys already, and the rest of them were down the street at Earls, the next stop. I finished my tacos while walking and headed into Earls, just in time to see John stagger out and away. "By John!" And then there were four. Inside Earls I got carded yet again. Being bald and nearly 35, I basically never get carded anywhere anymore, but college bars card everyone and hanging out with kids gave my ID a real workout. I found Kurt and Robert and Marty and we got two pitchers of Bud for $11 and headed upstairs to the gaming area. It was after 11 and Earls was pretty packed, unlike the first three bars. Upstairs we drank our refreshing spring water aka Budweiser, and Kurt played pool with some people who were already there while Robert and Marty played air hockey against each other. After Marty beat Robert a very tall cute lesbian challenged the winner and proceeded to slaughter them both a couple times each. Pretty funny. After Earls we walked past "Tommys", which we skipped due to them charging cover. It used to be called Lox Stock back in my day, and was a huge meat market place. My favorite memory there was the bartender who'd give desperate frat boys the bar towel squeezings in a glass for free. Ha! The next bar was Flowers at 43rd, it was a flower store they before it was a bar, and they kept the sign. We had actual table waitservice here, cute waitress. Two pitchers of Black Butte porter and we were off again. I don't know the name of the next bar, having never been there before, it just north of Beauty and the Books and south of the Ave barbershop and the radio shack. (I remember when that radio shack was a B Daltons, it seems every place on the Ave changes annually). This bar was also packed. Apparently it was where all the beautiful people congregated. It was a total meat market. I had an imperial pint of Harp here. It was getting late (1am) when we hit BigTime Brewery, the Aves only brewpub. BigTime makes an *excellent* product. We met up with Burt's friend Max here and ordered a pitcher of Bhagwhan's Best IPA. The shuffleboard table was occupied, unfortunately. Finally we headed down to the last bar, the College Inn Pub at 40th and the Ave. It's in the basement of the College Inn, a lovely dark and dank place. Unfortunately, we arrived at 1:25am, and they'd already had last call. (2am is when bars have to close in WA state). Boo hooo hoo! Our Ave Crawl was a failure. It was time to walk home. It had been drizzling lightly on us all night, and I'd sorta wished I'd brought a hat, but we were all plenty toasted except Max who wasn't drinking so we were more than happy to walk the two miles home. (I've walked home from the College Inn drunk once since living in my current place already). Fortunately for us, Max was sober and had a car. We headed up to the Ave Safeway to buy a couple of halfracks of cheap beer "just in case" and went back to Kurt's place. They started playing pool, I said goodnight and went home, had an alka-seltzer, blogged while drunk, and went to bed. B woke me at 5am cuz Harry was crying. I was still blotto. I rocked him until he fell asleep, had another alka-seltzer, and crashed again. At 7am the babies were both awake, and it was my turn to get up with them. I put Harry in his highchair with some cheerios, gave Isabel her morning milk, and vegged on the couch with the TV on to the Wiggles to keep the kids happy. I was totally dying, trying not to puke. Finally at 9:30 B came down and relieved me and I slept until noon. I was hung like a french monkey, shudder. I had to get up cuz we had a SuperBowl party at our place to host. I had set up a second TV in the living room, and we'd cleaned up the day before. The party was a lot of fun, there were 11 adults and eight kids there. My poor Raiders got their butts kicked. Sunday, January 26, 2003
holy smokes I am loaded right now... Totally blotto. My littlest bro is leaving for cuba next week, so we did an Ave Crawl with him. This means starting at one end of Unv Ave Ne hit every bar the whole length. Needless to say, I am currently tottally trashed.... fuu -da! Friday, January 24, 2003
Last night B and I ended up watching Frontline or Dateline or 20/20 or one of those shows, where they followed some girls through 2 years in the porn industry. The main girl they followed started out as an 18 yr old raised strict mormon from Utah who went to LA to model.
I told B, "I wonder who sexually abused her as a kid". B insisted that wasn't the case. Sure enough, 2/3 of the way through they mention she'd been assaulted by a teenager when she was like 8 and tried to commit suicide afterwards. Virtually all porn actresses had no self esteem and were sexually abused as kids. That led to talk about how to prevent that in Isabel. Thursday, January 23, 2003
Had poker last night over at my sister-in-laws' house. Her boyfriend Bill convinced her it'd be OK if we smoked cigars in her dining room. At the end of the evening, you could hardly see across the living room there was so much smoke. Heh. Nofuckingway I'd allow that in my house, but if she says it's OK, I'll run with it.
I feel pretty good for having drank four beers and smoked two cigars last night. Once again I was up big early, lost almost all of it, and ended up a few bucks. Apparently Isabel tumbled partway down the stairs last night while I was gone. Didn't really hurt herself in any way, just scared her, and scared B more. Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Holy moley. This year marks the 20th anniversary of the old Ozark Softscape game M.U.L.E. This game rocked, it had the best combination of cooperative and competitive I've ever seen, and in four-player mode is hard to beat. I can't count how many hours I've spent playing it. It also had about the best music of any game.
Good thing it runs great in my C64 emulator on my Mac. Twenty years. Crickey. On the home front, both babies were coughing last night, and B now has pinkeye. Ugh. It makes *my* eyes itch just thinking about it. I think I'll go wash my hands again. Remind me to sterilize my keyboard at home, or get B her own keyboard. Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Pretty normal weekend. On Friday night B had her "happy hour" group of moms over, then I went to rent a movie afterwards and unfortunately chose "Windtalkers". What a crapfest that movie was. Ugh. Stupidest action sequences this side of the A-Team.
On Saturday we went to the zoo, Isabel had a blast. Every time she saw an animal she'd yell, "Harry! Harry! Zebra!!" or "Harry! Harry! Elephant!!". Very cute. We got there early, before the crowd, it was a beautiful sunny but cold day. They had just let the lion out when we got to the viewing window, the lion walked right in front of us (less than a meter away) on his way to a patch of sunshine to rest in. The hippo tank was dry as well for cleaning, the hippos were standing around out of the water eating hay. Pretty cool. B didn't know what to do with herself not having plans for Saturday night so we invited the gang over for a taco feast. Mmmm! Tacos! We watched Mr Deeds that night, I was 0 for 2 renting movies. Oh well. I did get my brother to help me haul one of my arcade cabinets out of my basement into the back part of the guest room so I could work on it's conversion to a MAME cabinet that will play all old arcade games. On Sunday I spent the entire day sitting on the couch with my friend Corey watching foooooootball. Avast ye maties! Eight bells and up spirits! It's going to be an all-Pirate Superbowl! Woooo! Go Raiders! I had the day off on Monday but spent it at work upgrading our main dept mail server. It had a mirrored pair of 30Gb drives, with 4Gb for mail and 15Gb for user files, but those partitions were between 95 and 100% full all the time, so I replaced them with a pair of 120Gb drives. The user space is now 80Gb and the mail partition is 20Gb, plenty of room to grow now. I bet they fill it in less than a year. It took 90 minutes to dupe the user file partition to the new disk, I shudder to imagine how long it will take next time. It kinda sucked working on a holiday, but it sure feels good to have that monkey off my back. Friday, January 17, 2003
Wooo! I upgrade my TiVo last night, using MFSTools 2 to first make a backup of my 40Gb A drive, then copied my A drive to a new 80Gb drive keeping all my recorded stuff. The new disk seems to work fine. I'm debating whether or not to add my old 40Gb drive as a new B drive or not. I probably will, since that would give me a total of 38 hours at "Best" quality, which should be a lot more than plenty. Everythng is now set to Best quality, since with the new TV you can notice the quality differences a lot easier.
Speaking of TV, this weeks episode of "The Worst Wing" sucked. Completely. Generally when TV shows do an "off-set" location you know it's going to suck, but any show about a crazy relative of one of the cast members is alway excruiciating. Normally I love West Wing, but glub damn, I almost stopped watching this one half way through, and afterwards think I probably should have. Bleh. Thursday, January 16, 2003
Well, Bridget wised up and changed her mind about another baby, for now at least.
Yesterday I changed the batteries in the red flashing LED tailight on my bike. This light came from my old bike, and I've been using it every day for at least three years, and I have no idea how old the batteries were before that. Amazing! On Monday I got to watch (recorded by TiVo) the finals to Full Metal Challenge, which ruled. FMC was by the people who brough us Junkyard Wars (aka Scrapheap Challenge). Twenty seven teams from around the world had a month and $3000 to build a vehicle for a bunch of "unspecified" challenges. Each week three competed head-to-head, with the nine victors going on to the semifinals. A bunch of the vehicles were just modified land rovers or Chevy pickups, but some were pretty original. My favorite was the tracked vehicles, and I think the craziest was from New Zealand, their vehicle was an oversized lawn mower with two drive wheels and two rotating castors. The controls were two bars, each controlled one of the drive wheels forward or reverse. Man it could spin in place, but it needed a much bigger engine. I can't wait for the second season, I suspect you'll have much better vehicles, but probably less diversity. Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Man I love that new TV.
Harry has basically had the same cold on and off since October, so we went back to see our doctor yesterday. He's not running a fever, but both ears are definitely infected, so she's going to try a two-week regimin of amoxicillan, to see if we can get him totally cleared up. That little bugger snores like a busted Husqvarna. We're going back in two week, dunno what we'll try next if this doesn't work. B and Isabel and I all have runny noses again, B has taken to calling him Typhoid Harry. Well, the big issue B and I have been discussing is whether or not to have another baby. I'd like to decide soon, since if we're going to do it I'd prefer to do it soon, I don't want to have kids when I'm 40 and be nearly 60 when they graduate. I love kids, and I've been having such a good time with the two we have now, I'm starting to think I want a third, and possibly a fourth. My mental arguments against it are basically that the first year is so much work, but they're so much easier after that and they're so much fun that I don't mind the work. We've got the space for them, and we can afford it. Bridget has three siblings and I have five brothers, so we both grew up in larger families, and don't have any experience with two-child families. I also like to think we're doing a pretty good job so far with our children. Anyway, that thought has been the topic of discussion during dinner, at the store, in the car, watching TV, talking in bed, and talking in the middle of the night. Bridget thinks it's because our friends just had a baby, but I don't know, I don't think that's my influence. On the downside, B just started fitting into her old "skinny pants" and she loves having her old hot bod back after two years. Obviously she has to decide as well. It's a lot more work for her than it is for me, since I don't have breasts. For my part, I am for it, but not enough to try to sway her, at least yet anyway. The more I think about it, the more I want at least one more. Crickey, I already have a girl name picked out. I must be monster raving looney. Tuesday, January 14, 2003
A week ago we got a coupon from Costco for $100 off a Samsung 32" flat tube HDTV monitor, only $100 more than we were going to spend before. With our new family room configuration, our TV stand was much closer to the couch, so a 36" tv would have been overkill anyway, plus the samsung tube is flat and much higher quality and HD ready. The coupon was valid starting yesterday, so off to Costco we went. We got the last one, and hauled it home. I'm pretty excited about it, it makes DVDs look totally awesome. Mmmm, big tube.
I wish they'd put all the Battlestar Galactica episodes on a DVD set. I'd buy it pronto. I finally upgraded my home Mac (G4/466) from MacOS 9.2.2 to 10.2.3. I love OSX. I went through a bunch of old folders on my hard drive, one containing the contents of the hard drive from my old Mac, a Power Computing PowerBase180, which had a folder with the contents of my previous Mac, a Mac IIsi, which had a folder with the contents of some of my old work Macs from a decade ago as well as my old SE/30 and Mac Plus. Crickey! Anyway, since I hate running Classic apps, I went through tossing all sorts of old applications. SuperPaint? Buh-bye! Cayman GatorKeeper? Ha! No Gatorboxen at my place, not even any localtalk anymore. Nuke! Acrobat 3? Gack! Netscape 1.1N? Hahahahaha! What the hell is that still doing on my hard drive? Sheepdogs. Talk about a lot of blast-from-the-past software. I'm trying to nuke just about everything that isn't carbonized. I got B moved from Netscape 4.7 mail to OSX's Mail.app. She likes it, especially now that I've exported her addressbook and imported it into Addressbook. Monday, January 13, 2003
Grrr. Having to fire up IE just to blog is annoying as heck.
I spent the day on Saturday paying my friend Dee back in labor for him helping me install a hot water heater in my rental house. We hung some sheetrock then I spent a few dirty hours removing lathe and plaster from his stairwell, he's going to remove it all and replace it and more with sheetrock. Saturday night we went over to our friends house who just had a baby a week ago. When they got married they were given a bottle of champaign to drink on their first anniversary, and a bottle of vodka to drink when they had their first baby. (It's some Russian tradition apparently). Anyway, we toasted and drank vodka until we were toasty. That bottle didn't last long, but I tell you, one shot of vodka really takes the edge off. On Sunday I got halfway through a massive and much-needed cleanup of my computer room. I also watched an old movie that TiVo recorded off AMC, "Murphy's War", a 1971 Peter O'Toole movie about the only survivor of a german U-boat attack in a river in south america. Pretty good movie, I love AMC. Very interesting that TiVo thought I'd like it, especially after reading articles about how TiVo thinks people are gay. Friday, January 10, 2003
Dang, Harry is turning into an eating machine. Last night he was fussing, so we started to feed him before dinner was ready. He ate some cheerios, then he ate some peas, then some sweet potatoes, then some rice cereal, then a piece of zweiback toast, then half a banana (he loves being able to hold food and stick it in his pie-hole), then a baby meat tube. He just wouldn't get full, I suspect he's going through a growing phase.
Here's a nice picture of Harry looking at our friend's new baby. You can see his thought process: "Whoa! Food!" Thursday, January 09, 2003
Finally had poker again last night, after a few weeks off for the holidays. I was down for a while, but managed to end up $16.
Stupid AT&T sold their cable modem stuff to Comcast, so now B has to change her email address for the second time in 13 months. Crickey, just pick one and stick with it! Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Bah! While I admit that Blogger hasn't given me any trouble recently, it won't let me post using the new Safari beta web browser. Safari rocks. That 17" Powerbook looks pretty ludicrous, however.
With the help of my brother and his 25' pipe snake we got that drain working again. The blockage was roughly 24.5 feet down the pipe, we *barely* had any snake left at all. At least snaking a washing machine drain is about the least nasty plumbing work, no fetid food grease or fermenting poo juice to deal with. (shudder). I finally saw the third Austin Powers movie (Goldmember) last night. Parts were really dumb, parts were damn funny. Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Ha ha ha ha. I'd been teasing Bridget about watching Joe Millionaire for a month now, so when I came up from working on the washing machine she had it paused in TiVo. Heh. I was just joking! We ended up watching part of it, and I was laughing my ass off. They took the most gold-digging comments possible from these chicks, and Joe was screwing up left and right, but the chicks were just lapping it all up. Hahahahahaha. Damn funny to a cynical bastard like myself.
B had been reporting that there was water around the base of the washing machine. Gah! Just what I don't need. I took a stool down there and watched a load, and quickly figured out that the drain pipe the washer dumps into was at least partially clogged, and not able to take the volume the washer dumps during the spin cycle. I tried liquid plumber, and the foaming style, no joy. My pipe snake is broken, the only other pipe snake I own is a 6' toilet snake. I bought a new snake that hooks to my drill, but it couldn't get around the U trap in the drain. I went down the street to borrow my brother's snake, it was the crappiest ever, completely worthless. My other brother has one in his window and gutter cleaning truck, I'm gonna have to call him tonight. If that %&$* doesn't work, it'll be time to call a plumber and pay $200. Not good! Off to a live satellite broadcast of the MacWhirl keynote address up on upper campus. I'm sad to not be going, other than this year and last year, I'd gone every year since '93 or '94. Monday, January 06, 2003
Well, that was certainly some Fiesta Bowl. What a game, ending up in double overtime on a questionable call. Uff-da.
On Saturday I worked my ass off. B had an idea to move the dining room into part of the living room, and turn the dining room into a family room. I never thought it would work, but after making a model on graph paper I was convinced it would work. Moving the booze cabinets was the most daunting task, over 120 bottles of liquor to be unloaded, then the cabinets moved, then reloaded. Uff-da. I like how it ended up, seems like a much better use of the space. We need to buy a nice couch for the living room, maybe I'll get a tax return this year. We watched "The Rookie" on DVDVDVD on Saturday night in our new family room. I didn't have any real desire to see it, but it was really well done, had me bawling like a baby near the end. I don't think it would have effected me nearly so much if it wasn't a true story. Friday, January 03, 2003
Well, USC not only won the Orange Bowl, they kicked ass. I was kinda conflicted about it, since on the one hand I want Pac10 teams to win, on the other hand one of my poker buddies went to SC and is kinda obnoxious, and my sister-in-law's boyfriend is from Iowa so I kinda wanted them to do well.
In the end I guess it doesn't matter, it was still a fun football game to watch. I got a call from my friend Mel last night. We met as locker partners the first day of high school since my last name starts with LU and his with MA, and we both happened to love Rush. We were friends and locker partners all through high school, then we both ended up going to the University of Washington and living together for parts of it. I've known Mel for over 20 years now. After he graduated he was working as a clerk at some Quick-E-Mart over in the Ballard neighborhood (Welcome to Ballard, Average Age = 97!) when he got a random piece of mail from Seton Hall Law School, so he decided to apply and go there. He got his law degree, then went to some college in Europe to get whatever they call a doctorate in law so he'd be able to avoid working for a few more years. After that he got an internship with the World Court, and currently he's working for some law firm in Brussels that handles a lot of anti-trust cases. However, he's still so completely totally the same guy he was in high school that it's scary. He still craves nachos like a lunatic, he is still a human garbage disposal, eating anything and everything people don't eat on their plates at restaurants. "You're not done with that, are you?" He still listens to an amazing eclectic variety of music, and is totally annoying to listen with, cuz he insists on replaying snippets over and over, "dudes, dudes... you gotta hear this part again! It was totally excellent!" Anyway, he was in town, at a nearby bar, so I went to meet up with him and some of his friends. I got there around 9, and I bet I got to talk to him maybe 15 minutes between then and when we all left at 10:30 so he could catch a bus to his sister's place, wake her up, and have her drive him to his brother's place down by the airport. (His siblings are all at least 20 years older than he is). The rest of the time he was either off chatting up the bartender, at the next table talking to a bunch of guys he didn't know, or at the other table trying to pick up this good-looking married chick who was there with a bunch of her friends. He's so totally Mel that is sometimes amazes me. Some things never change. Thursday, January 02, 2003
Aw, heck. My Huskies blew a 17-0 first-quarter lead by giving up 34 un-answered points, basically stinking up the place. Gah!
The Cougs did worse in the Rose Bowl. The Pac-10 has only won 1 of 6 bowl games this season, with USC vs Iowa in the Orange bowl tonight the last attempt. Happy New Year everyone! We just had a quiet little dinner with friends on Tues night, prime rib, asparagus, caesar salad, garlic mashed taters, hot fudge sundays for dessert. Yummy! We ended up drinking 3 bottles of champagne and a bottle of vintage port as well, I didn't feel very good the next morning. Nosirree. Our dinner party was smaller than planned cuz the one other married couple went into labor three weeks early had had their baby on Tues. We're nicknaming her "tax cut" since by being born on the 31st she saved 'em a couple thousand dollars. |
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