Thursday, April 28, 2005
Finals are over
Finals are over. I locked my keys in my car when I parked in the garage. Now I gotta call Acura Roadside Assistance.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Finals
Finals are here again. They still suck. Possibly the last finals I take in a while? Who knows.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Exodus Worship Night
Pictures from the Exodus Worship Night and other moments are posted.
Too bad I don't have any other funny ones of DVJ.
Too bad I don't have any other funny ones of DVJ.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Academic fondness
Don't you love it when you've just stayed up all night finishing a project that is due the next day so you can go to a casino with your friends, only to find out that you have a paper due that same day that you haven't started on? Me too.
Don't ask
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A few weeks ago, TC was wearing glasses because he had an allergic reaction and his contacts were bothering him.
TC: "I hate wearing glasses because they make me look old."
(jump to FC, who is the oldest one in the room, and also wears glasses)
FC: "Thanks."
< insert laughter here >
Flash forward to tonight, at men's group.
It was JN's birthday last Saturday, but he went back to North Carolina to visit friends. He came back today, and JT made a cake. After we sing a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday, someone asks JN how old he is.
JN: "I'm old. (in chinese) 29 years old."
(jump to FC, whose age is greater than 29)
FC: "(imitating JN in a whiny voice) I'm old, I'm turning 29."
< insert laughter here >
About 20 minutes later, it is announced we have _another_ cake. Mud Pie ice cream cake. FC has recently hired a physical trainer and is on a strict diet.
FC: "C'mon, don't you know some of us are on a DIET?"
< insert laughter here >
Man, we're too nice to our friends.
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While playing basketball on Monday, Transhi was shooting with one hand. He broke his arm about 2 months ago (also playing basketball, people never learn from their mistakes) and so he couldn't use his other hand. He usually wears a sling, but that night, he just wore a brace-like-doohicky under his shirt, so it wasn't very noticable. He just kept his arm by his side and used his other hand to dribble and shoot. We kept calling him the one armed bandit. There was a little kid that was shooting with us and when he heard us, he noticed Transhi was only shooting with one hand.
Little Kid (incredulously): "You don't know how to shoot with two hands?"
What is a middle-schooler doing out at 9pm playing basketball with a bunch of strangers, anyway? Asian strangers, at that. Doesn't he know we're dangerous?
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A Native American is walking down the sidewalk in an upscale suburban neighborhood behind two strangers. He is good-looking, about 23, and plays the bass like none other. The two strangers are Caucasian, one male, one female. They look like they are a couple. They are about the same age, and attractive (as attractive as Caucasians can be, anyway. We all know Asians are the best looking people in the world). The female suddenly turns around with a disgusted look on her face. The Native American looks down and to his own horror, finds he has peed his pants. Embarrassed, he picks up his pace and walks past the two disgust-stricken Caucasians, who can't help but stare at him. The girl makes a comment about how 'they' can't help it, as if Native Americans are infamous for uncontrollably urinating in their pants. Out of nowhere, the Native American notices a truck coming down the street. He seizes the opportunity, and pushes the girl into the street, just as the truck is passing. The girl screams, and is instantly killed as the truck hits her. Her male companion is shocked at what he has just witnessed, but soon he turns furious. The Native American turns and runs down the sidewalk, hoping to escape the inevitable fury of this unknown aquaintance(there's an oxymoron for ya). As he runs, he turns into a house with an open door. As he is about to enter, two girls appear in the doorway. (For clarity, they are called Girl A and Girl B) Girl A says "I'm responsible for 3 girls who don't like you anymore. Me, my sister, and my friend (referring to Girl B)." Apparently, this is in reference to what has just transpired. Girls don't like random murderers, apparently. Girl B says, "I saw that digusting thing you just did, but are you currently dating anyone?" At which point Girl A pulls Girl B back, dumbfounded that she would still be interested in this heinous person standing in the doorway. Just then, the male counterpart to the now deceased rag doll on the street arrives at the house and the Native American starts to punch him into a bloody pulp. Blood squirts everywhere a la "Kill Bill" and the screen fades to black.
I had this dream while I was taking a nap on Monday. I was the Native American. Go figure.
A few weeks ago, TC was wearing glasses because he had an allergic reaction and his contacts were bothering him.
TC: "I hate wearing glasses because they make me look old."
(jump to FC, who is the oldest one in the room, and also wears glasses)
FC: "Thanks."
< insert laughter here >
Flash forward to tonight, at men's group.
It was JN's birthday last Saturday, but he went back to North Carolina to visit friends. He came back today, and JT made a cake. After we sing a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday, someone asks JN how old he is.
JN: "I'm old. (in chinese) 29 years old."
(jump to FC, whose age is greater than 29)
FC: "(imitating JN in a whiny voice) I'm old, I'm turning 29."
< insert laughter here >
About 20 minutes later, it is announced we have _another_ cake. Mud Pie ice cream cake. FC has recently hired a physical trainer and is on a strict diet.
FC: "C'mon, don't you know some of us are on a DIET?"
< insert laughter here >
Man, we're too nice to our friends.
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While playing basketball on Monday, Transhi was shooting with one hand. He broke his arm about 2 months ago (also playing basketball, people never learn from their mistakes) and so he couldn't use his other hand. He usually wears a sling, but that night, he just wore a brace-like-doohicky under his shirt, so it wasn't very noticable. He just kept his arm by his side and used his other hand to dribble and shoot. We kept calling him the one armed bandit. There was a little kid that was shooting with us and when he heard us, he noticed Transhi was only shooting with one hand.
Little Kid (incredulously): "You don't know how to shoot with two hands?"
What is a middle-schooler doing out at 9pm playing basketball with a bunch of strangers, anyway? Asian strangers, at that. Doesn't he know we're dangerous?
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A Native American is walking down the sidewalk in an upscale suburban neighborhood behind two strangers. He is good-looking, about 23, and plays the bass like none other. The two strangers are Caucasian, one male, one female. They look like they are a couple. They are about the same age, and attractive (as attractive as Caucasians can be, anyway. We all know Asians are the best looking people in the world). The female suddenly turns around with a disgusted look on her face. The Native American looks down and to his own horror, finds he has peed his pants. Embarrassed, he picks up his pace and walks past the two disgust-stricken Caucasians, who can't help but stare at him. The girl makes a comment about how 'they' can't help it, as if Native Americans are infamous for uncontrollably urinating in their pants. Out of nowhere, the Native American notices a truck coming down the street. He seizes the opportunity, and pushes the girl into the street, just as the truck is passing. The girl screams, and is instantly killed as the truck hits her. Her male companion is shocked at what he has just witnessed, but soon he turns furious. The Native American turns and runs down the sidewalk, hoping to escape the inevitable fury of this unknown aquaintance(there's an oxymoron for ya). As he runs, he turns into a house with an open door. As he is about to enter, two girls appear in the doorway. (For clarity, they are called Girl A and Girl B) Girl A says "I'm responsible for 3 girls who don't like you anymore. Me, my sister, and my friend (referring to Girl B)." Apparently, this is in reference to what has just transpired. Girls don't like random murderers, apparently. Girl B says, "I saw that digusting thing you just did, but are you currently dating anyone?" At which point Girl A pulls Girl B back, dumbfounded that she would still be interested in this heinous person standing in the doorway. Just then, the male counterpart to the now deceased rag doll on the street arrives at the house and the Native American starts to punch him into a bloody pulp. Blood squirts everywhere a la "Kill Bill" and the screen fades to black.
I had this dream while I was taking a nap on Monday. I was the Native American. Go figure.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Note to self
It is possible to fit 2 Oncology fellows plus 1 PhD fellow plus their luggage into my car.
Driving fast on CA freeways freaks out people from Baltimore.
It is possible to go from Anaheim to Long Beach, grab dinner, go to UCLA, drive thru Beverly Hills, find Mann's Chinese Theater and back to Anaheim in 6 hours.
Mann's Chinese Theater is on Hollywood Blvd. not Sunset Blvd.
It's pretty easy to beat a dragon boat team with half as many people as your team. Even if it's your team's first practice.
California beaches are the reason it would be hard to move back to Ohio. That, and the weather.
If you show up late to a dinner with your Uncles, Aunts, and cousins, they will want you to finish off the rest of the food. They will also try to make you eat as fast as possible by pouring your tea for you, clearing your plate, putting food on your plate and giving you clean wet-cloths. And they will talk about you the whole time.
Breaking up with your girlfriend is big news to the extended family.
Having a big family is great. There's always someone to talk about or someone to help you out when you travel.
Going to bed after a long day dragon-boating, playing beach volleyball, eating dinner with relatives, and putting over 100 miles on your car is priceless. Especially if your body is sore.
DW, hope you had fun reading at the beach. What a fun day, it was great to hang out. Share that boba with your roomies.
Driving fast on CA freeways freaks out people from Baltimore.
It is possible to go from Anaheim to Long Beach, grab dinner, go to UCLA, drive thru Beverly Hills, find Mann's Chinese Theater and back to Anaheim in 6 hours.
Mann's Chinese Theater is on Hollywood Blvd. not Sunset Blvd.
It's pretty easy to beat a dragon boat team with half as many people as your team. Even if it's your team's first practice.
California beaches are the reason it would be hard to move back to Ohio. That, and the weather.
If you show up late to a dinner with your Uncles, Aunts, and cousins, they will want you to finish off the rest of the food. They will also try to make you eat as fast as possible by pouring your tea for you, clearing your plate, putting food on your plate and giving you clean wet-cloths. And they will talk about you the whole time.
Breaking up with your girlfriend is big news to the extended family.
Having a big family is great. There's always someone to talk about or someone to help you out when you travel.
Going to bed after a long day dragon-boating, playing beach volleyball, eating dinner with relatives, and putting over 100 miles on your car is priceless. Especially if your body is sore.
DW, hope you had fun reading at the beach. What a fun day, it was great to hang out. Share that boba with your roomies.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I now pronounce you...
So many weddings. I called my RSVP in to my high school friend's wedding tonight. Time: midnight EST. Oops. Woke her up. It said on the invite to RSVP on or before April 11. Granted, they didn't send it to me til a week before it was due, but that's forgivable.
So forget the tax poll. Who cares about taxes. (I still haven't done mine). I have a much more useful (to me) poll. You know how you have to give a wedding gift when you go to weddings? Well, you do. How much is the "appropriate" amount to spend? $50-100? In that ballpark, right? (I'm a grad student, I'm not rich.....yet) But what if you're giving money? Do you give more? Or less? Or the same? And why? Discuss. Give a 500 word essay. You have 20 minutes. Starting.....now. #2 pencil only please.
I've already had this discussion with BM the other day.
Now I found out I'm supposed to give money to another "oh-so-close" couple too.
And why are weddings nowadays supposed to entertain the guests? It's like you have to have a slideshow, games, entertaining MC, door prizes, parting gifts, raffle, movie, and a free car giveaway. What is this, Vegas? Oh wait...
What other uses of pronounce are there? Dead. He was pronounced dead after he died. Weird.
So forget the tax poll. Who cares about taxes. (I still haven't done mine). I have a much more useful (to me) poll. You know how you have to give a wedding gift when you go to weddings? Well, you do. How much is the "appropriate" amount to spend? $50-100? In that ballpark, right? (I'm a grad student, I'm not rich.....yet) But what if you're giving money? Do you give more? Or less? Or the same? And why? Discuss. Give a 500 word essay. You have 20 minutes. Starting.....now. #2 pencil only please.
I've already had this discussion with BM the other day.
Now I found out I'm supposed to give money to another "oh-so-close" couple too.
And why are weddings nowadays supposed to entertain the guests? It's like you have to have a slideshow, games, entertaining MC, door prizes, parting gifts, raffle, movie, and a free car giveaway. What is this, Vegas? Oh wait...
What other uses of pronounce are there? Dead. He was pronounced dead after he died. Weird.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Grueling
Sunday night 9:45pm to 6am - help Jean shoot his student film
Monday 6am to 4pm - drive home in a daze and crash on my bed
Monday 5pm to 6:20pm - class (more sleep time)
Monday 8pm to 1am - help Jean shoot his student film
Tuesday 11am to 12am(midnight) - help Jean shoot his student film
Making films is tiring work. But I did drive on the wrong side of the road last night (this morning?). Can't say I've done that before. It was in an empty park though, no oncoming traffic. Maybe next time.
East Coast vs. West Coast
Pop - Soda/Coke
Highway - Freeway
Middle School - Jr. High
There's also a lot of "s" adding around here. Laters, whenevers, Septembers, etc.
Monday 6am to 4pm - drive home in a daze and crash on my bed
Monday 5pm to 6:20pm - class (more sleep time)
Monday 8pm to 1am - help Jean shoot his student film
Tuesday 11am to 12am(midnight) - help Jean shoot his student film
Making films is tiring work. But I did drive on the wrong side of the road last night (this morning?). Can't say I've done that before. It was in an empty park though, no oncoming traffic. Maybe next time.
East Coast vs. West Coast
There's also a lot of "s" adding around here. Laters, whenevers, Septembers, etc.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Safari users
I'm hoping everything shows up right for all you Safari users out there. Please let me know if the poll shows up on the right hand side now.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Chinese restaurants have great service
Chinese are known for their great service. Consider the following:
Four Chinese American guys decide to go out to eat one fine Southern Californian evening. This is not a suprise because, let's face it, Southern California has some of the nicest evenings anywhere.
They decide to go a Chinese restaurant, not that the restaurant building itself is of any ethnicity, but rather the food that is served there. This restaurant will go unnamed because I don't want everyone crowding it because of the awesome service. Also, because this is supposed to be a hypothetical story.
They walk in, are seated in about 5 minutes, and proceed to pour over the menu. When the time comes (read: they are starving and tired of all the waiters/waitresses ignoring them), they need to flag down a waitress because all Chinese restaurants have waiters/waitresses that come when you want them to. The waitress proceeds to take their orders and leaves to fill them. Time: approx. 10:15pm. The orders: One "Chicken a la king", two "Pork Chops", one "satueed shrimp with rice".
It take an usually long amount of time to receive their drinks. They spot the 4 Thai teas at the counter and know it is for their table. No one brings them their drinks. Grass grows and gets cut. Nations rise and fall. Bad movies are sat through. Finally, BM goes to the counter to see if he can get the drinks. The counter guy says, no, but he will bring them over.
The waiter at the counter brings the four drinks, all of which are Thai ice teas. At least 3 of them taste like they've been made with sour milk, so the waitress is again flagged down and 2 are exchanged. A few minutes pass, the waitress returns with 2 soups, saying the other 2 will come shortly.
A few more minutes pass, with no sign of the soups or the remaining food. The four guys flag down a waiter and tell him that two soups have yet to come out. He goes into the kitchen.
The waitress comes back a little bit later with the two soups. They are quickly consumed. The waiter comes back after the soups are consumed and gives 2 more soups. The guys have now received 6 soups when they ordered 4. All Chinese restaurants have excellent communication among their workers.
3 of the guys' food comes out. The two pork chops, and the shrimp with rice. The conversation gets into gear; 3 guys chow down on their food. Approx 20 min have passed since ordering.
Everyone wonders where the "Chicken a la king" is. The four guys flag down a "manager" (he's wearing a shirt and tie, not a uniform). They proceed to tell him the "chicken a la king" has yet to come. The following conversation takes place.
DVJ: "We ordered a Chicken A La King and it hasn't come out."
Manager: (shakes his head and puts his hand on the guy's shoulder as if somebody just died) "Awwww, sorry, we ran out of chicken breast and we forgot to tell you. Do you want to order something else or just take it off the order?"
Dumbfounded that a restaurant can "forget" to tell someone their order isn't coming, DVJ says to take it off the order, and he'll go without food. He changes his mind and walks off to flag down a waiter and order pork chops.
Restaurant: 1 DVJ: 0
He comes back, conversation again picks up. Meanwhile, the Thai ice teas and other drinks have been consumed and refilled. DVJ asks, "Do you get free refills here?" "Yeah." DVJ finishes his tea and flags down the waitress for a refill.
Waitress: "Oh, that drink you only get one of."
Restaurant: 2 DVJ: 0
Another 10 min pass. They flag down the "manager" again, to ask about the pork chops.
DVJ: "I ordered pork chops, and it hasn't come out."
Manager: "Is this before or after you took Chicken a la king off the order?"
DVJ: "After."
Manager: "Who did you tell? Which waitress or waiter?"
DVJ: "I told that waiter over there."
Manager: "Oh. They're not making it for you. Sorry, I'll go check on it right now."
All Chinese restaurants have excellent communication among their workers.
This is immediately followed by the waitress bringing a glass of ice water for DVJ as a consolation prize because his drink doesn't get refills. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
Restaurant: 3 DVJ: 0
Time: about an hour since walking in. DVJ has had a bowl of soup and one drink. Everyone else has finished their meals. The pork chops have yet to come out. The manager stops by and says, "I'm sorry about this." TC did get DVJ a free refill though. Another 10 min pass. The pork chops still don't come out. Everyone wonders if that last statement means the manager is sorry because DVJ will not get his pork chops. (maybe they ran out?)
DVJ accepts the fact that he will eat nothing tonight and flags down the manager to get the check. DVJ goes home hungry, but with first hand knowledge that Chinese restaurants have the best service.
Time: a little over an hour
Meal: none for DVJ (plus a drink with no refills)
# of times 'flag' appeared in this story: 8
Four Chinese American guys decide to go out to eat one fine Southern Californian evening. This is not a suprise because, let's face it, Southern California has some of the nicest evenings anywhere.
They decide to go a Chinese restaurant, not that the restaurant building itself is of any ethnicity, but rather the food that is served there. This restaurant will go unnamed because I don't want everyone crowding it because of the awesome service. Also, because this is supposed to be a hypothetical story.
They walk in, are seated in about 5 minutes, and proceed to pour over the menu. When the time comes (read: they are starving and tired of all the waiters/waitresses ignoring them), they need to flag down a waitress because all Chinese restaurants have waiters/waitresses that come when you want them to. The waitress proceeds to take their orders and leaves to fill them. Time: approx. 10:15pm. The orders: One "Chicken a la king", two "Pork Chops", one "satueed shrimp with rice".
It take an usually long amount of time to receive their drinks. They spot the 4 Thai teas at the counter and know it is for their table. No one brings them their drinks. Grass grows and gets cut. Nations rise and fall. Bad movies are sat through. Finally, BM goes to the counter to see if he can get the drinks. The counter guy says, no, but he will bring them over.
The waiter at the counter brings the four drinks, all of which are Thai ice teas. At least 3 of them taste like they've been made with sour milk, so the waitress is again flagged down and 2 are exchanged. A few minutes pass, the waitress returns with 2 soups, saying the other 2 will come shortly.
A few more minutes pass, with no sign of the soups or the remaining food. The four guys flag down a waiter and tell him that two soups have yet to come out. He goes into the kitchen.
The waitress comes back a little bit later with the two soups. They are quickly consumed. The waiter comes back after the soups are consumed and gives 2 more soups. The guys have now received 6 soups when they ordered 4. All Chinese restaurants have excellent communication among their workers.
3 of the guys' food comes out. The two pork chops, and the shrimp with rice. The conversation gets into gear; 3 guys chow down on their food. Approx 20 min have passed since ordering.
Everyone wonders where the "Chicken a la king" is. The four guys flag down a "manager" (he's wearing a shirt and tie, not a uniform). They proceed to tell him the "chicken a la king" has yet to come. The following conversation takes place.
DVJ: "We ordered a Chicken A La King and it hasn't come out."
Manager: (shakes his head and puts his hand on the guy's shoulder as if somebody just died) "Awwww, sorry, we ran out of chicken breast and we forgot to tell you. Do you want to order something else or just take it off the order?"
Dumbfounded that a restaurant can "forget" to tell someone their order isn't coming, DVJ says to take it off the order, and he'll go without food. He changes his mind and walks off to flag down a waiter and order pork chops.
Restaurant: 1 DVJ: 0
He comes back, conversation again picks up. Meanwhile, the Thai ice teas and other drinks have been consumed and refilled. DVJ asks, "Do you get free refills here?" "Yeah." DVJ finishes his tea and flags down the waitress for a refill.
Waitress: "Oh, that drink you only get one of."
Restaurant: 2 DVJ: 0
Another 10 min pass. They flag down the "manager" again, to ask about the pork chops.
DVJ: "I ordered pork chops, and it hasn't come out."
Manager: "Is this before or after you took Chicken a la king off the order?"
DVJ: "After."
Manager: "Who did you tell? Which waitress or waiter?"
DVJ: "I told that waiter over there."
Manager: "Oh. They're not making it for you. Sorry, I'll go check on it right now."
All Chinese restaurants have excellent communication among their workers.
This is immediately followed by the waitress bringing a glass of ice water for DVJ as a consolation prize because his drink doesn't get refills. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.
Restaurant: 3 DVJ: 0
Time: about an hour since walking in. DVJ has had a bowl of soup and one drink. Everyone else has finished their meals. The pork chops have yet to come out. The manager stops by and says, "I'm sorry about this." TC did get DVJ a free refill though. Another 10 min pass. The pork chops still don't come out. Everyone wonders if that last statement means the manager is sorry because DVJ will not get his pork chops. (maybe they ran out?)
DVJ accepts the fact that he will eat nothing tonight and flags down the manager to get the check. DVJ goes home hungry, but with first hand knowledge that Chinese restaurants have the best service.
Time: a little over an hour
Meal: none for DVJ (plus a drink with no refills)
# of times 'flag' appeared in this story: 8
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Friday, April 01, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Oh what a predicament
Have you ever been in the mall on Easter Sunday when it was closed? I have.
Our church meets in the mall, usually in a community room. Since today was Easter, the mall was closed, but we asked for special permission to meet there since we were having a potluck. They were nice enough to let us use the foodcourt.
Sometimes we are presented with dilemmas. Purely hypothetical example:
Say you were at a potluck, and a very enjoyable one at that. Say you brought food, as did everyone else. Say everyone brought more food than was consumed, therefore leaving so called "left-overs" (so named because they are literally left over. See? This blog is educational! You've learned enough today, go play outside. But I digress....) Say you are helping to clean up and notice that one dish has not been touched. Say it was no one's fault; this dish was hidden by other food and no one saw it. What do you do? Hmm, sounds like a poll to me.
Our church meets in the mall, usually in a community room. Since today was Easter, the mall was closed, but we asked for special permission to meet there since we were having a potluck. They were nice enough to let us use the foodcourt.
Sometimes we are presented with dilemmas. Purely hypothetical example:
Say you were at a potluck, and a very enjoyable one at that. Say you brought food, as did everyone else. Say everyone brought more food than was consumed, therefore leaving so called "left-overs" (so named because they are literally left over. See? This blog is educational! You've learned enough today, go play outside. But I digress....) Say you are helping to clean up and notice that one dish has not been touched. Say it was no one's fault; this dish was hidden by other food and no one saw it. What do you do? Hmm, sounds like a poll to me.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
www.getfirefox.com
Ok, I've fixed the poll so IE users can see it now. But you should really switch to a more secure browser that WORKS WITH OPEN STANDARDS!!!! (/me kicks IE).
If you haven't heard of all the security problems IE has, do a search for "internet explorer cert". If you don't know about IE's (non) support of standards, do a search for "internet explorer standards".
Or, better yet, just switch to a better browser and start enjoying the web today!
Oh, and I moved the poll to the top. (you really needed me to tell you that, I know. don't worry, I'm here for you)
If you haven't heard of all the security problems IE has, do a search for "internet explorer cert". If you don't know about IE's (non) support of standards, do a search for "internet explorer standards".
Or, better yet, just switch to a better browser and start enjoying the web today!
Oh, and I moved the poll to the top. (you really needed me to tell you that, I know. don't worry, I'm here for you)
Get ready for recounts
So I finally implemented something that I had wanted to do for a long time: I added a poll to this blog. There are a bunch of free polls out there, but they all look ugly or don't do what I want them to. So I found a free poll php script and am hosting it on my computer, (yeah the same one all those pictures are on) so hopefully it'll work out. As always, let me know if there are problems. Hopefully the comments show up, too. You might need to reload the page to see the comments after you've sent them.
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