Can it really be termed a "briefing" if it lasts two hours?
More importantly, can it be termed a "debriefing" if no one takes off their underwear?

Why Shaq Is The Fucking Coolest Guy Ever:




'nuff said.

I bet the main reason that no research has been done on feral children is because it's hard to get the government to fund a study which begins by throwing babies into a wolf den until one happens to get raised.

The government: taking the fun out of science one minor detail at a time.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET ME INTRODUCE, FROM ME TO YOU- SHAQUILLE O'NEAL!!"

The video music awards are on in the other room.

We Have A Winner!

The champion of last week's "Poll Of The (sorta) Week" was:
Use Trebuchet, The Font Of Death!

A small example of the terror it can inflict on the blank page:



I know I wouldn't want to see a block of that copy flying towards my thatched hut at speeds of up to 15mph!

Look to the left. Now, look to the right. That's where the new poll lives. Rock the vote, would ya?

For the purpose of making new cubicle feel like home (to someone's Blanche Dubois-esque aunt):
-Fancy glass lamp with fringed lampshade.
-A variety of pictures painted directly on wood surfaces.
-A signed picture of Fabian (my moms' and yes, the signature is real).
-Kitten calender.
-Hula women strand of tiki lights.
-Long, grossly oversized strand of costume pearls.
-Gaudy "wallpaper."
-Glass sculpture of a pony (which currently has a business card in it's mouth, thanks to former occupant of said cube).

I think I shall add some fake wood wallpaper as well, and perhaps some curtains. I also want a small record player, but that might be hard to find at a reasonable (i.e. cheap like dirt) price.
My coworkers have juicers and tip jars in their offices. I have a speakeasy.

If I have to move across the wall, then I'm gonna do it like you wouldn't believe.

A few from the Sonic Youth show...more once I get them uploaded...

One of my friends, in an e-mail, just slapped the following metaphor on the ATL:

"This place is a swamp and the scene is dirtier than a festering blister on a bangkok desolate's sweaty foot during monsoon season."

can't really argue on that one...

Ok, now I am going to be the whiny little complainer version of me that I hate:
I am so busy it's nuts. Just nuts. Not only is there work work work (tv scripts, retail stuff etc.) but I have yet to fill our past-due timesheets or past-due expense reports, plus today I found out I'm moving cubicles- which is gonna take forever because in the year and a half I've worked here I have managed to amass a whole mess of crap.
Plus there's no time to work on my own stuff, like my short stories or photography, and half the time I have no creative energy left anyways. And I have to clean my house. Because it's getting rediculous. And by rediculous I mean re-goddamn-diculous.
Oh yeah. I need a new phone. And a new tire. It's not that I don't have the money for these things. I don't have the daylight hours required for acquisition. Speaking of money, I'm almost two months overdue for my review. I understand everyone's busy, but damn I'm tired of my mom asking if I'd had it yet (yep, made the mistake of telling her).
And it's only gonna get worse, cause this ain't even the busy season.
So when I stay awake, it usually has less to do with partying and more to do with there being not enough hours and way too much to do.

And yes, I know it's a tradeoff- time or money- and yes, I know I'm doing the mature thing because I will worry like a maniac if I have no money to pay shit off with it's just the way I am. And yes, my job is easy compared to a lot of jobs.

But damn. I mean...damn.

So...anyone going to MJQ later?
hehe.

Wow. I love insane Christian websites.
My favorite part? Professor Giraffenstein, the christian "scientist", who makes up answers to stupid science questions such as:
Q: Hey Professor? Haven't dinosaurs been extinct for millions of years?
A: Wrong...dinosaurs still walk on the land and swim in the seas. And the earth is less than 10,000 years old!

Q: Professor, what are fossils and where did they come from?
A: Fossils are the buried remains of the wicked men and animals that perished 4,000 years ago in the flood!

and my personal favorite...
Q: Were Neanderthals the "monkey men" Evolutionists keep talking about?
A: No! Neaderthals were humans with abnormal bone growth due to very advanced age and flood-cloud-related rickets!

Obviously!
Making up science is fun!

They also tell you to "stay away" if you see an athiest...yeah, that figures, considering we wouldn't want our kids learning anything remotely fact-based.

So yeah drop in, have a laugh, and find out why the internet was made at least 80% better after fundamentalists learned how to make websites!

Things I have done on this day, which is today.

-Wrote a bunch of TV spot scripts, including one titled " Alien vs. Predator vs. Steve" and another titled "Highlander 5: The Reckoning" (there can be only five!)

-Acquired Mike Mills' (the director not the member of R.E.M.) dvd reel o'commercials, with plans to try to get him to direct one of my spots in the future. Hell, if he's good enough for Air...

-Acquired these speakers:


I am not an audio geek, but goddamn music sounds good coming out of these bad boys. Plus, it looks like an alien creature that could- at any second- steal my soul.
The second this greets me with "Good morning, Dave" I am so out of here.

-Had packages of "nutrition for women" oatmeal thrown into my cube by one of my male coworkers (so- any of my coworkers, really) who assumed eating it would make him grow breasts or something.

-Not much else, really.

I'm happy to report that our parking deck has drawn a solid yellow line down the middle of itself to divide the lanes. They do not actually give me any additional driving insight. The need for something so glaring does, however, tell me that someone was outwitted by a parking deck.

And also, we recieved a company-wide e-mail basically stating that the lights will be turned off at night, and then back on in the morning. I guess it was for those of us still having trouble with the concept of "obvious."

I have been working on a short story for a good portion of the day, tentatively titled This is how two remembers one. Provided that the accountants at microsoft word know what they are doing, I have logged at good forty pages of this tale.
It boasts a complete lack of cohesion. And also, of mariners (ancient or otherwise).
But did you check out that title? Yeah, it totally has one.

Sonic Youth was good stuff.
Pictures were taken...from both the front (to where I crept) and my seat in the back (where old man mcparris insisted on sitting). I need to recharge before coming up with more sentences.

"C'mon that's pretty golden, no?"
"It's rip 'where am I' torn."
"Rip 'approves' torn."
"Rip '80% of me agrees' torn."
"Rip 'Steve' Torn"
"I can keep going all day. Seriously you have to stop me."
"Never."
"Rip 'Fractured' Torn."
"'Rip 'my parents were high' torn."
"Rip 'V.I. Lenin' Torn."
"Rip 'Check Out My Supremacy' Torn."
"Rip 'Photoshopped' Torn."
"Rip 'ository' Torn."
"Ok - stop."
"Ok."

And yet the parenthetical remains strangely absent from the poster.

You Know You're From Nebraska When...

"Vacation" means going to Omaha for the weekend. You use your life savings to go to the Nebraska-Colorado game. You know the Woodmen Tower is not made of wood. You know you cannot tube "upstream." You know what the "sea of red & white" i You wake up when it's dark, and go to bed when it's still light. You can tell it's really a farmer working late in his field, and not a UFO. You know the difference between field corn and sweet corn when they are still on the stalk. You pick up all the free stuff at the State Fair. You can eat an ear of corn with no utensils in less than 20 seconds. You fly your American flag at halfmast when the Cornhuskers lose a football game. You know how to pronounce Beatrice, Norfolk and Kearney. You think Highway 6 is more scenic that I-80, which you think is the best thing to come out of Iowa. You don't understand why other states even bother to try raising beef. You believe that the worst steak in Nebraska is still better than any other steak, anywhere. You believe that vegetarians should be banned in Nebraska. You don't have to be told what Aksarben is or that it's Nebraska spelled backward. You take pride in knowing that on Saturdays, Memorial stadium is the third largest city in the state. Kitty Clover potato chips and Robert's Milk were are the best part of a meal. You know that the statue on the dome of the state capital is actually sowing seed - not bowling. You know what a Runza is. You call lunch "dinner" and dinner "supper." You think it's normal to get a side of spaghetti at a steakhouse. You avoid Omaha because you're afraid of getting mugged. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Nebraska.

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Now I know for sure that I am not from Nebraska. Ok, one state down, 49 more to go.

Is anyone else going to Sonic Youth tomorrow night?

On a related note, there is nowhere to park in Midtown. So don't even bother.

I do not know what to do next. Where is my supervisor?
I think he might be asleeping at the wheel.

I just saw a leaf bug looking for something to blend in with, such as a leaf. He was headed in the wrong direction of green. I guess leaf bugs aren't that smart. Which is odd, considering all that evolution it took to develop such a defense.

One of my favorite things to do at large chain bookstorecoffeemusicextravaganzamarts (i.e. Borders), is to take lofty esoteric literature and place it amongst the Oprah book club selections, or light summer reading crap. And then I'll place two or three more to look like it was not a mistake.
I suggest "The Magic Mountain." Or anything by Kierkegaard or Kant, especially if it has the word "metaphysics" in the title.
Or if you really want to make them suffer- Henry James. That fucker's like a wordy version of Hawthorne, as if the succinct variety weren't bad enough.

It's the little things, really.

It's time to positate the negative!

Stills from "The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou."





yes, I'm obsessed.

New Wes Anderson trailer: "The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou." Looks hilarious...but then again I love anything Jaques Cousteau-related.

My dad says he doesn't like Kerry because the only reason he went to Vietnam was to win metals.
I replied with something along the lines of at least he went to Vietnam, unlike certain other candidates. I was going to ask my father (being a Vietnam vet) why he went, but it seemed like a tangent passing a little too close by home, so I veered the conversation closer to Cheney's thunderdome of insanity.
Strange, though, how he's never admitted just how upset my mother claims he became when recieved his draft notice. They were living in Boston, my mom was a telephone operator and my dad played the keyboard in a rock and roll band, and even if that's not entirely accurate that's the way I piece it together. And of course why would you want to leave that story, but they weren't hippies so they didn't go hide in Canada. I can't imagine some of it.
I imagine my trips overseas as landing on some beach in Spain and immediately becoming under the influence of something exotic. I cannot imagine flying overseas for the first time and having my first image be that of dead bodies being shipped back to the states- more dead bodies, my father recalls, than soldiers landing on the ground. Nothing I am doing with my life at the moment can be considered noteworthy or character-building. When my dad called Kerry a "waffler," I laughed because it sounded like something you would order at "IHOP."
It's hard to argue with a Vietnam vet, because I suppose if you've witnessed a massacre you understand the end of everything.

Social Commentary, by The Dehumidifier

I think if I were hungry and had no money, I would make a sign that said: "Feed Me, Else I Will Be Forced To Eat This Cardboard Sign."

I found out this evening that Edwards was in Atlanta earlier today.

Thanks for calling me, guys. I lost what may have been my only chance to get on his hairstyling team.

You all suck.

"Okay. You know you don't have to act with me. You don't have to say anything and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't ya Steve. You just put you lips together and blow."

Je Suis France and Oneida at the Earl last Saturday night








In those pictures, Oneida was playing a song by the rock group Oneida.

This blog is doing some rezoning.

Zone 1: ESPNZone
Zone 2: Autozone
Zone 3: Interzone
Zone 4: P'zone

Elections are going to be quite interesting this year, I can just tell it.

I AM GOING TO THE LAKE!

this holly golightly/billy childish album is really really good. i think i shall take it to the lake.

"This rocks, but I wish it would rock so hard that my face would just explode!"

RESULTS OF LAST WEEK'S POLL:



The poll ended in a dead heat between "something resembling a mop" and "the 'Asshole To Your Left Who Keeps Bidding A Dollar Less Than You' beating stick" (shown here with asshole.)

Be sure to participate in my new poll, as seen to your right.

So I'm working this weekend...again. I want to smash something.

Whilst on my morningly drive, coasting at a good 70mph northbound on 85, I noticed that a highway patrolcop had pulled over some poor speeding soul, or had otherwise decided to pull to the side of the road and flash it's lights. Not that it's by any means an odd occurance, it's just what he had decided to pull over which made the situation quite situational.
Ever seen one of those mobile hot dog/sausage/other food item vendors hitched to the back of a truck?
No, he didn't pull over one of those. Not the truck part anyways.
It was just the vendor portion. Seemingly missing the truck needed to make this cart of tasty wares mobile. A guy was standing by the cart, looking perplexed. (or at least the three seconds I saw him he seemed perplexed.)
Which made me wonder what exactly was going on. Had the truck sped off leaving it's cart in the dust? Did someone hijack the truck and decide the hot dogs were just dead weight? Or was this cart somehow self-mobile...and going just too damn fast for the law...
It is one for the ages.

Hey, what the hell are you doing inside? Go make the most of the weather!

BEST MOVIE CLIP EVER.
Just trust me on this one.

VI Phase six.

-Discover Roman numerals.
-You stop obsessing over everyone's music tastes, clothes.
-You quit compartmentalizing yourself and others.
-Figure out "personality" and "persona" are wholly different from each other, and that ever since you were 14 you've been subscribing to the latter.
-Realize that being a white middle class suburban child of the 80's (if this applies to you) means you will never, never, never be "cool."
-You begin to take interests in things you normally wouldn't, or have secretly always liked but were afraid to admit, or secretly didn't think sucked as bad as you pretended to. Like sports. Mainstream television. Or mainstream anything for that matter.
-Admit that your facade 'indie/emo/punk' cred is blown.
-Accept the fact most of your idiotic, self-aggrandizing friends will not talk to you the next time their phase changes.
-Realize things aren't ironic and don't need to be observed.


VII Phase Seven

-Overdose
-Die

As the Bulb Turns

THE EVOLUTION OF SCENE KIDS (as found on someone's livejournal, but i don't think she wrote it)

I. Phase one.
-Discard all Pacific Sunwear clothing.
-Buy all Hot Topic clothing.
-Discard all albums from the labels Epitaph, Nitro, and Fat Wreck Chords.
-Discard your Green Day, Sublime, and Metallica collections.
-Purchase albums by these bands:
The Get Up Kids
The Promise Ring
Alkaline Trio
Taking Back Sunday
Juliana Theory
Saves the Day
Weezer
-Purchase several argle-patterned sweaters.
-Buy horn-rimmed glasses with colored lenses ; pop lenses out and wear as
'normal' glasses. Fake tape on nose-bridge optional.
-Start going to 'shows'. Go to any show, regardless of who is playing. Don't
even pretend to be interested, nevermind dancing or enjoying yourself.
-Leave your hair the same, you haven't yet realized that fashion is crucially
important in a scene that is supposed to promote individuality.
-Join The Get Up Kids' 'Fun Club'; wear the T-shirt you receive frequently.
-Start a band; play Blink 182's 'Dammit' only.
-Change your AOL screen name to 'NFGEmoDood182'.
-Receive condescending looks from people in the following phases.

II. Phase two.
-Realize that liking all the bands whose CDs you have just bought is not 'cool',
because everyone else likes them which makes them 'sellouts'.
-Sell all previously bought CDs and purchase CDs by the following 'underground' bands:
Death Cab for Cutie
Texas is the Reason
Sunny Day Real Estate
Jets to Brazil
Built to Spill
Pedro the Lion
-Begin shopping for clothes at thrift stores and your dad's closet.
-Start a new band; the name should be at least three words. It helps
if one of those words is conspiracy, hope, love, project, or theory.
- Play music that 'can't be classified', meaning that everyone you
know calls it indie rock.
-Most importantly, deny that you ever listened to any of the bands
from Phase One UNLESS you drank too much PBR and ran your mouth.

III. Phase three.
-Realize that the bands from Phase Two are not actually underground.
-Hit insound.com in a panicked attempt to find 'underground' bands.
-Purchase albums (preferably colored limited edition 7"s) by these bands:
Mineral
Orchid
Indian Summer
Antioch Arrow
Moss Icon
The Locust
-Start your own local 'zine'. Use a photocopier at Kinko's to make the
first issue. Never make a second issue.
-Get an online diary. Extra points for your own domain, with a name like
'myheartbleedsfornoone.net'.
-Change your AOL screen name to 'as close to cold'.
-Begin typing in all lowercase letters, and ...like.this...
-You don't love anything anymore. You 'heart' it.
-Quit your band. Bands are lame.
-Berate Phase One people for A) liking 'juvenile pop' music and B) not knowing who
the bands are that you list in your friendster profile.

IV. Phase four:
-Become an 'intellectual'.
-Carry obscure and/or philosophical texts in your used army bag. IE Siddhartha, Dostoevsky, Kafka.
-Become a 'photographer'. Always carry your polaroid camera, because you find things
that most people overlook to be 'beautiful'.
-Make 'collages' with the colors pink and black.
-Talk about going to 'art school' and taking 'road trips'.
-The only CDs you buy are the ones pitchforkmedia.com says are cool.
-Buy music by these bands:
q and not u
Cap'n Jazz
Don Caballero
The Wrens
Mogwai
Neutral Milk Hotel
The Rapture
-Determine that rock music is 'dead'.
-Change your AOL screen name to ' delete radio '
-Inform everyone of how long you have known about your recent musical
selections, which is of course long before they did, and scoff at them for being 'poseurs'.
-Declare that the 'scene is dead', but even if it wasn't, scenes are lame.
-Start a new 'musical project'; classify it as one or more of the following genres
(if you absolutely must resort to something so lame as classification):
Post-punk
Noise
Grindcore
No wave
Space rock
Drone
Shoegaze
-Sound like Trans Am or Shiner.
-Smoke cigarettes (rolling your own is a bonus, cloves take off points);
write songs about smoking cigarettes, whiskey, and other such 'nonsensical'
topics. Love songs are lame.
-Dislike 'other people' on the basis of their inherent intellectual inferiority. Laugh
derisively when they mention their band / their favorite band.

V. Phase five:
-Scoff at the term 'emo'.
-Become one of the following:
a. Indie -
-Get many tattoos, all bad.
-Wear plugs in your ears. 00g at the highest.
-Grow sideburns; always be somewhat unshaven. Beards are a bonus.
-Have a few piercings, but not enough to make you look like you are
pierced to be 'cool'.
-Be in a band. Dislike the band that you are in.
b. Mod-
-Wear a denim jacket, small, regardless of the weather.
-Grow your hair out, just long enough that it hangs down over your
forehead. Bonus for resembling Spock.
-Ride a Vespa.
-Wear a scarf. Bonus for a scarf with a vespa logo on it.
-Be in a 'minimal' band with only keyboard and vocals. Dream of being
able to present your music to Sigur Ros and Yo La Tengo at once.
-Give your band a somewhat French name, preferably starting with 'le'.
c. Hardcore-
-Have 'opinions' on 'important issues'.
-Inform anyone and everyone that you would die at any time for your
beliefs, because you are 'intense' and 'for real'.
-Write lyrics or poems that are emotionally driven, but not wimpy. Talk
about all the struggles you have gone through for your beliefs, and all
your friends who have sold you out. Make frequent references to your
blood flowing.
-Have a band with A) a name that is a single, but powerful word, like
'Indecision' or B) a name that is multiple words, and vague yet ominous.
IE 'The Enemy of my Enemy is My Friend'.
-Talk constantly about how much you hate emo kids. Frequently use the
phrase 'Quit crying, emo kid', as well as clever variations like, 'Hey emo
kid, need a Kleenex?'.
-Wear a hoodie. Always.

Apparently, gorillas now have better dental insurance than most humans.

Onion rings and a root beer float may seem like a delicious meal in concept, and continue to do so even towards the beginning of the eating process.
One hour later, you realize that there is a violent coup going on in your digestive system and that grease has the upper hand.

I blame the onion rings. Root beer floats are too good for this sort of nonsense.

Wow, this is even more painful than listening to me attempt my college Spanish oral exam. And that's saying something, lemme tell ya.

I can't believe only two people have taken the poll of the week. That is just unacceptable.

I like finding files I forgot I had, deciding to throw them into photoshop with the rest of my pictures, and then discovering that it is a ten million step process to turn an excel file into a jpg. Uh huh.

I should really stop asking for everything in spreadsheet form.

In the words of Teen Girl Squad:
I have a crush on every boy.

Oh and also, "Wolves, Lower" was played. And I did flail. Flail!

Pylon??!!! wtf???

Fluxblog has some Je Suis France songs posted. Nice.

Provide your own context:

My coworker just said: "I'm going to go hijack the salami tray."

Pictures Found Whilst Searching the Word "Robot."


Ah, just the way I like a robot...shoddy parts, hasty construction and with a routine.


Man, robots used to be so stupid...sticking their hands on stoves...stupid robots.


There is something very very wrong with this picture, I just can't put my finger on exactly what.


This is like that time my brother's build-it-yourself kit attacked Paris.


This must be someone's idea of a joke.


When sundries attack!


I don't think this guy realizes that having his hand out is going to do little to deflect all those giant arrows headed for his face.


Showroom dummy nazi robot dreamboats.


Ok, if this isn't proof enough for the presence of WMD in the future (when this picture was taken) I don't know what is.


We support diversity!


Oh my god Brad's a robot!


3 bits of action.


Tron is such a turn on, apparently.

Sometimes I wonder when I dial the long-distance access code "123456" who is actually getting billed.

Things I managed to work into the radio scripts just sent to New York:

The phrase "what in heck ramsey was that"
The phrase "middle management"
Kenny Loggins
A one-toned version of "Highway to the Danger Zone"
"Steve's Rockstantinople"
synthcore-metal
people setting themselves on fire
a skull attacking an animal
"Jumbo Rock Tsunami"
ambiance
Inflatable DolphinBuddy
death grip
wild boar
a strong gust of wind a-blowin'
Lord Jeepington Knickerbockers

Now I just sit back and wait for the rejection to roll in. And search for robot pictures whilst doing so.

oh hell i just remembered that it's my dad's birthday. and like the good daughter I am I forgot to send a card or gift or anything.

ok i called. he's on the golf course and basically unreachable.

i'm going to now go buy some cutesy birthday card about being on the golf course and basically unreachable.

I really can't watch this little piece of music video greatness enough.

It's nice to see Electroschnitzel is having quite the influence on people.

fat elvis and skinny elvis are also engaged in a lifelong battle for title of superior elvis.
but when elvi fight no one really wins, for an elvis divided against itself cannot stand.
so I say unite and become one average size elvis!

or one extra fat elvis, depending on your method of unification. in which case I suppose fat elvis would win...

it is so! fat elvis wins!

next week-

kangaroos vs. koalas
austrailia, would you stop hogging all the cute animals and just pick one already?

Tomorrow is going to be great, I can tell already.

Oh don't give me that tone.

Y'ever had one of those meetings where you show up two minutes late and consequently miss the gist of the entire meeting? And you sit there having no idea what's going on and are too embarrased to raise your hand and ask what exactly we're being instructed to do because you don't want to admit that you were the dumbass outside smoking when you were supposed to be gathering together for a meeting? Yeah.
(Almost) everyone I like here at the office is leaving in the next coupla weeks. Work is going to get less fun. Exponentially, like caluculus yo.

On Friday I went to take pictures of the freakshow that is Underground Atlanta. Unfortunately the battery in my camera went dead before I could get all the pictures I wanted. I attempted to remedy this dire situation by waltzing into the nearest photo processing store and demanding they charge my battery on their nearest battery charger. Or to walk in and wait in the corner until the one employee was finished dealing with the loudest, most obnoxious family to ever have their image captured on film.
It was truly one of those moments that makes me proud to be a part of the human race. Not only were they demanding that the poor employee take shot after shot and to know the price of every single piece of crap they could plaster their image on, but they were demanding so in a loud and extremely rude tone. And then complained about the prices, shockingly enough.

Which made me think...

I really want to venture down there with a bunch of friends and have our images put on mugs and keychains and pyjama pants and french horn cases and whatever else we can find to generally annoy people and add more crap to our existance.
I also want to be part of the space race.

Here is a picture I took at this hole in the pavement:



It's the Future Nightclub of the Past! hotttt...

Yet another reason to be proud of humanity:



If the disembodied head of Stevie Nicks isn't allowed to hover over the American flag whilst simultaneously being attacked by a bird of prey, then the terrorists win!

Phonetic Terms Which Are, In and Of Themselves, Quite the Terms.
Words That Make Me, As A Linguistics Geek, Feel Awfully Clever That We Found Them First.
Oh, The Delicious Esoteric Pseudoirony.

Fricatives
Lateral Liquids
Approximate Consonant
Click Consonant
Cardinal Vowel
Diphthong
Epiglottal Plosive
Glottalic Egressive
Monophthong
Near-Close Near-Front Unrounded Vowel
Pharyngealisation
Retroflex Approximant
Triphthong
Velaric Eggressive
X-Sampa
Schwa

I like walking into the main room at MJQ and hearing the cosby show theme song. It made me want to jam it on the one.



God, I feel like I need to read the dictionary or practice my times tables in attempts of retaining the brain power sucked away at the after"party." Can hair product actually decrease your ability to say anything remotely interesting?

cigaretteandanap.ohyes.