tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63654332011-12-30T05:49:25.058-05:00You might know these things already. You might have found out yesterday. You might not know at all. You might want to know, or you might not. But today, or the day before, someone learned these things and wanted to share.Liamnoreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1080745750518662702004-03-31T10:02:00.000-05:002004-03-31T10:12:47.856-05:00

Well, I'm leaving Scotland tomorrow morning, and I've learned that no matter how coincidental my timing, I am always a hair off-target as far as seeing various Worcesterites en route. I missed Liam, and now I will miss James. Jimbo (bet no one's ever called you that, eh?), have a safe and smooth journey, and above all enjoy NY. I'll see y'all back home. In the meantime, I'm off to buy a pair

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1080231804014272472004-03-25T11:22:00.000-05:002004-03-25T11:26:53.046-05:00

Who should be in charge? - "I should be in charge" said the blood, "because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away." - "I should be in charge," said the stomach, "Because I process food and give all of you energy." - "I should be in charge," said the legs, "Because I carry the body wherever it needs to go." - "I should be in charge," said the eyes, "Because I allow

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1079531017869713382004-03-17T08:39:00.000-05:002004-03-17T08:46:55.593-05:00

My least favorite holiday in this country is St. Patrick's Day. For some reason, it allows near strangers the luxury and opportunity to pinch me just cause I flatly refuse to wear green. So either you have to submit to annoying gimmicks, or get abused at work. St Paul is full of "Irish Catholics" who have decided they are as irish, plain and simple, dress up in green and use their fingers

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632499866414302431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1079363375399498322004-03-15T09:49:00.000-05:002004-03-15T10:13:22.170-05:00

Holy shiznet, I'm leaving Scotland in 17 days. For why does this things happening of me? I've apparently turned on all of Scotland, as I'm starting to commit acts of passive defiance all around Edinburgh. I got yelled at yesterday for picking a bouquet of daffodils for Elias from the University grounds. Don't these people know about romance?! The good news is, I got away with the half-dozen

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1079358293625355982004-03-15T08:40:00.000-05:002004-03-15T08:48:08.576-05:00

I learned today that fire code inspections really are pointless. We received a letter stating that we would be having a fire code inspection at 1 pm this past Saturday. Uhh...so I got out a big box, put all my candles in it, put back in the smoke detector (we can't even make toast with it in), and then put it all back up (or took it down again) 5 minutes after they left. Oh well. Something to

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632499866414302431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1079122601874342232004-03-12T15:12:00.000-05:002004-03-12T15:19:53.403-05:00

Today I learned that while I'm not good enough for English Lit PhD programs (current tally: four rejections, one waitlist, three silent but expected rejections), I'm definitely too good for this company. I applied for an editorial position just over a week ago, and last Friday they called me in to take an "editor test" to make sure I know basic grammar or something. I scored in the 98th

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1078420459074506892004-03-04T12:05:00.000-05:002004-03-04T12:19:18.936-05:00

Liam and I are learning to swing dance. Last night was our first class. It's very enjoyable, although sometimes they go at such a slow pace you wonder how *any* of the participants could possibly still not have it down. They repeat the "rock-step, tri-ple-step, tri-ple-step" mantra so many times I heard it in my sleep. Then the instructors tell us to try it on our own and you realize that

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1078341210674496492004-03-03T13:39:00.000-05:002004-03-04T12:06:49.390-05:00

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Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1078337012448400472004-03-03T13:03:00.000-05:002004-03-03T13:11:54.466-05:00

...says me. For as we all know, boys and girls, old Hitch never got a single Oscar. So the resemblance stops somewhere around the belly and does not extend to the "little man". Of course, no-one has ever really compared Peter Jackson to Alfred Hitchcock apart from me, a couple of weeks ago in a caption on a picture on this weblog, but I still thought it worth pointing out.

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1078336493476413272004-03-03T12:33:00.000-05:002004-03-04T12:08:10.030-05:00

Protest groups don't come much cooler than this. The Raging Grannies of Seattle must have taken some inspiration from Jenny Joseph's poem Warning!. Their logo is even a purple-clad old lady. I like their style. Their website has a contact for them here in Rochester. If I fitted the criteria I'd join up, but when you consider that I'd have to have a sex change, learn to sing, have a child to

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1077874806127109502004-02-27T04:37:00.000-05:002004-03-04T12:05:20.140-05:00

I have snoooooow! Although you guys would probably dismiss it as a heavy frost, the south coast of England doesn't get much, so even the half-inch or so that fell last night is pretty exciting (insert "excited by half an inch?" innuendo here). Here is the view from my bedroom window earlier this morning. I wanted to take a few more pics on the way out, but I was late for my bus (as usual)...

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04650744528832095463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1077215424375620232004-02-19T12:51:00.000-05:002004-02-19T13:55:10.560-05:00

The last few years of international relations have left plenty of questions unanswered. One of the smallest and most irritating being: how on earth do the Americans have a naval base in Cuba? In case you'd forgotten, Camp X-ray in Guantanamo Bay is where 260 men are being illegally held on suspicion of being Taliban fighters. America and Cuba have long had poor relations, mostly because Fidel

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1077128190882962852004-02-18T13:08:00.000-05:002004-02-18T13:19:49.123-05:00

Just finished a book called Moon Palace, written by a dude called Paul Auster. I never heard of him before, but this Spanish guy I know recommended him to me and lent me the book. Anyone else heard of him? 'Cause homeboy writes some funky shit. His characters are almost cartoonishly ridiculous; it's like every character is presented as someone would see him or herself. They're given a kind

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1077037246767628272004-02-17T11:44:00.000-05:002004-02-17T12:03:25.310-05:00

The rise of the wifebeater in Bush's America seems unstoppable. According to very-politely-politically-neutral website e-podunk.com more and more Americans are living in trailers. the full report is here. California has the highest number of trailers - something like 12m, with Texas' 9m trailers earning it a comfortable second place. But both these are big states. Leading the fray percentage-wise

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076954613697384622004-02-16T12:52:00.000-05:002004-02-16T13:09:35.543-05:00

Today in my boredom I decided to research a little into my one illustrious ancestor, Mr. John Henry Belter. I actually have one other "illustrious" ancestor, our 8th president, Martin Van Buren. But we don't talk about him much because he was almost as successful at driving this country into ruin as Dubya has been. John Belter is a direct relation, he's either my great-great or

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076617843914825242004-02-12T15:26:00.000-05:002004-02-12T15:33:15.310-05:00

Today I learned that if I ever decide to own every film Martin Scorsese has ever made I will have to invest in a copy of Michael Jackson's greatest hits video. I know I'm a pop-culture illiterate, but am I the last person on earth to learn that Martin Scorsese directed the promo for Bad?

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076533227359295602004-02-11T15:57:00.000-05:002004-02-11T16:10:26.593-05:00

Today I learned that Courtney's alma mater, Mount Holyoke College, has inspired a computer game on the internet. Click here to play it.

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076510901599908422004-02-11T09:30:00.000-05:002004-02-12T04:37:36.560-05:00

Hi guys! Yesterday I learned that University entz committees do have a sense of humour. (This may come across as being about "wacky" student antics that you feel you have grown out of, but they're my friends and I think it's funny, anyway! :) - I am employed by the uni and have friends who are students, in case you're wondering) I can't remember how it all started, but sometime last year we

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04650744528832095463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076387495335218432004-02-09T23:29:00.000-05:002004-02-09T23:34:03.046-05:00

Does everyone have Quizno's?? If so, has anyone else seen the scary commercial with the weird puppet things singing some strange, off-key song about subs that they actually have to subtitle? me don't get. me just a tinge scared. Singing weird things don't make me crave subs...hmm...

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632499866414302431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1076351903156989692004-02-09T13:11:00.000-05:002004-02-09T13:40:50.200-05:00

Hey, hey guys, remember the blog page? Is everyone on holiday to Majorca? Why wasn't I invited? Is it because I talk too much?? So the other day I went on a ghost tour, one of those underground walks in Edinburgh that scare the bejesus out of me. Yes, I no longer have any bejesus whatsoever. I've been known to overindulge in these tours, always hoping to see a ghost so that I get some

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075475831892245542004-01-30T10:10:00.000-05:002004-01-31T11:14:14.310-05:00

I went to Sainsbury's to buy a bunch of soured cream for this Czech recipe I want to make for 12 people this weekend (dinner party. I feel married for christ's sake), and I was in disbelief when I saw how much they wanted for it. 75p for a half-pint!! Outrageous, I say, SIMPLY OUTRAGEOUS!! Of course, this being a Czech recipe, it would take about £15 worth of the stuff to make the recipe for

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075460916092181492004-01-30T05:57:00.000-05:002004-01-30T06:14:45.293-05:00

...or a small corner of it anyway! One thing I learned of a couple of weeks ago, that I thought might interest you guys, is the existance of NationStates, a nation simulation game on the web. You set up your own country by answering a series of questions about your politics, and then each day (or however often you want) you get issues to decide upon (e.g. whether to legalise euthanasia, clamp

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04650744528832095463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075382534720404722004-01-29T08:03:00.000-05:002004-01-29T08:29:03.793-05:00

Hi kids. So I haven't posted much of substance on here, I'm realizing mainly because I don't learn that much in a day. Once I'm in grad school, look out, but for now my days are occupied with a pretty big chunk of mindlessness. So I was thinking I'll talk about books, because at least I still read those on occasion. Right now I'm reading Larry McMurtry's Walter Benjamin at the Dairy Queen, on

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075352710183674052004-01-28T23:13:00.000-05:002004-01-29T00:41:36.593-05:00

What? You mean there's a real world outside the internet, and it's bigger than my apartment? Really? If there is I haven't seen much of it today. However, inside the world of pixels and pings and things I discovered that Google doesn't just offer the opportunity to translate phrases such as "Baby, stop licking my eyelashes" into Spanish ("Bebé, parada lamiéndose las pestañas"), it will also

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075339250102685072004-01-28T20:08:00.000-05:002004-01-28T23:08:31.513-05:00

Today I learned that I appear to be the only person that actually works during the day! But luckily since Star Trek Enterprise is on, Kelvin's clammy hands have been pried away from the computer and I can actually communicate! Well, today it is ass-numbingly cold out--today it got up to a whopping 1 degree above zero, with the windchill at -30. I forgot how fun winter is!! But it's nice to have

Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15632499866414302431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075328601721448762004-01-28T17:23:00.000-05:002004-01-28T23:13:22.106-05:00

I heard a story today, children. Would you like to hear it? Well, get comfy, and we'll begin. One man, we'll call him Tony, wants to kill another man, we'll call him Sandy. None of Tony's friends see any good reason why Tony should kill Sandy, but Sandy doesn't have the same coloured skin and doesn't worship the same god as Tony and Tony doesn't like that. Plus, Tony's good friend George, an

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075314092342292092004-01-28T12:47:00.000-05:002004-01-28T13:23:43.200-05:00

Learned today that the phrase "sexed up" can get people into a lot of trouble when applied to government weapons reports. Lord Hutton delivered the findings of his inquiry into the death of government weapon inspector Dr David Kelly and whether or not the story that brought about his suicide was in the public interest. Apparently Dr Kelly (the source for the story) was the victim of the

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075314111661394782004-01-28T11:03:00.000-05:002004-01-28T22:59:06.436-05:00

So I'm wearing this hat, right? It's this really fuzzy black-and-taupe skullcap thingie that I bought in some surf shop when I was in Sydney. It being quote bitterly cold end quote today, I thought it would be funny to go unwashed and wear a silly outfit, like my little stupid hat, a surfing t-shirt, and trainers, and plait my hair in two. People here think that's weird. Perhaps I should

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075289572115474362004-01-28T05:10:00.000-05:002004-01-28T06:35:48.420-05:00

At last thick, white snowflakes are falling; deep and crisp and even. This is the first real snow this year to fall in Brum. It's usually rare to get any snowfall south of Nottingham, and although I can't exactly see myself sledging or making snowmen, it certainly does brighten things up. More please!

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075236994055280192004-01-27T15:56:00.000-05:002004-01-27T16:48:12.250-05:00

Go down to Anyone will claim to be of Scottish origin on Burns Night... and read the comments, particularly Casey's last comment, about bagpipes. Then come back here. From the dubiously-titled Omani: "Bagpipes were first played in Ancient Egypt about three thousand years ago and their use then spread throughout the Arab world. Because of their long association with the instrument, bagpipes are

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075228233792239352004-01-27T13:29:00.001-05:002004-01-27T16:05:43.856-05:00

This is what I learned today and it's good, good and good. Still don’t know if I want ROTK or “Lost In Translation” to win best picture though as they’re both excellent films. Shame that “City of God” and possibly “21 Grams” (haven’t seen this, I’m just going on recommendation from Liam) weren’t up for this award but then it’s also a heinous crime that Spike Lee’s “25th Hour” wasn’t up there too.

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075228353471996852004-01-27T13:03:00.000-05:002004-01-27T20:02:28.280-05:00

Did any of my fellow polar-dwelling Americans know that in Scotland, 0 degrees (celcius for Christ's sake!) is called "bitterly cold"?! I say that if it's still warm enough for men to wear knee-length skirts with no underpants to speak of, it's not bitterly cold. Can I get a hell yeah?

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075159758910197372004-01-26T18:29:00.000-05:002004-01-26T21:28:59.153-05:00

It's Australia Day today. Actually, it's probably not Australia Day in Australia anymore, and there's no good reason for the rest of the world to care, but anyway...

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075150287188766812004-01-26T15:25:00.000-05:002004-01-26T15:56:44.043-05:00

Today I learnt (learned) where the Billiard Congress of America keeps its official rules. They're here. They're also stultifyingly boring, so look only if you're having trouble sleeping. Today I also learned (learnt) the exact meaning of the verb stultify, which is variously: to make seem stupid, foolish, inconsistent; make absurd or ridiculous; to make dull or torpid; to render worthless,

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075147251358054152004-01-26T14:59:00.000-05:002004-01-26T15:11:06.653-05:00

I learned today that if you listen to Arabic music long enough, you want to kill yourself and those around you. Also, you start to hear English words in the Arabic lyrics, and eventually you'll find that you start singing nonsensical songs with any words that have syllable patterns similar to English words. I find that listening to music in a language you don't understand can make you feel

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075124067561604862004-01-26T08:31:00.000-05:002004-01-26T08:36:35.246-05:00

Many thanks to Emily for sending me this link. It is the best game ever. Seriously. Well, second only to "Sextris," maybe. Hit the Pingu Lig, sorry if I stole your thunder on this one. But I'm at work. And bored. And you're sleeping.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075123321788696822004-01-26T08:14:00.000-05:002004-01-26T08:24:54.373-05:00

Apparently "The Office" won a Golden Globe last night for best musical or comedy series on tv. And it's not even started up on HBO yet, has it? The award lists it as being on BBC America. Rock on. I'd just like to note here that I just read this online, I didn't actually watch the awards show. But anyway, other highlights are the incredible "Angels in America" swept every single award

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075116562599251032004-01-26T05:31:00.000-05:002004-01-26T15:21:26.360-05:00

Sunday night was Burn’s Night. Rabbie Burn’s birthday is also shared by Rachel’s dad, Steven. In a bizarre but inspired move, Rachel’s mum, Jane, decided to hijack Burns night and appropriate it for birthday celebrations, which we undertook on Saturday night. As well as myself and Rachel, Steven, Jane, and Rachel’s brother Chris, about three other couples came along (all family friends), all of

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075100440105414432004-01-26T02:00:00.000-05:002004-01-26T02:04:29.593-05:00

I have learned¹ that my sleep cycle is a fragile thing. Having this weekend done this journey, followed almost immediately by this journey², and having not had a good night's sleep in days, I managed to sleep almost all day today. As a result, it is now almost one in the morning, and I am not at all sleepy. Again. I am so messed up. ¹ Incidentally, this clearly is proof that "burnt" is impurer

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1075053183580507922004-01-25T12:53:00.000-05:002004-01-25T17:18:17.483-05:00

hello everybody! This is meg--but I have a feeling it'll show up as Kelvin. He's taken over the computer in many ways. I will have him fix this. Anyways, yesterday I learned that my grandpa with a bow tie looks exceedingly like one of those scary old men who frequent pubs in tuxes in the middle of the day, wandering around talking to people they don't know. I also learned that I will NEVER ride

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074881659651312512004-01-23T12:59:00.000-05:002004-01-23T13:16:52.466-05:00

Last night I learned that American pool rules are different to European ones, and everything you do in the game has a different name. Scratching is committing a foul. "Making" a ball is potting a ball. In American pool, when you scratch, you give away only one free shot, rather than two in European. You also have to call every ball you try to make and which pocket you're trying to make it into.

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074871063036681032004-01-23T10:02:00.000-05:002004-01-23T13:17:27.530-05:00

Hello fellow expatriates and/or future expatriates of various nations! Today I learned that I should go to a place called Favorit for 3 AM sandwiches and banana smoothies. Yesterday I learned that if you squeeze a bunch or oranges and smear the orange goo on raw chicken, it will taste nice the following day when you remember having done it, and you cook it. Also it means that you get to drink

Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04968783365321261274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074795886010159042004-01-22T12:17:00.000-05:002004-01-22T13:35:49.246-05:00

I watched Akira Kurosawa's Yojimbo again the other night, and again I was perplexed by the way all the coffins in the film appear to be barrels. The first time I watched the film it was a good DVD transfer from Japan. The picture was perfect, but the translation was awful. I got the impression that Japanese coffins are in fact barrel shaped and that Japanese people are buried in a sitting

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074778579269186502004-01-22T08:21:00.000-05:002004-01-22T08:38:21.293-05:00

Today I learned about the media tumult Howard Dean is causing with the maniacal "screaming speech" he gave on Martin Luther King Day. I have been behind Dean for President almost since the start of the primaries, but come ON man! Don't be stupid! Sure, you might pick up a few votes from the "Dude, Where's my Car" crowd, but you're gonna lose a ton more from everyone over the age of 25! If you

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09603935687828385151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074769490821948402004-01-22T05:48:00.000-05:002004-01-22T12:02:01.966-05:00

My Chinese birth year anniversary, that of the ram, has now been eclipsed by that of the monkey. Personally I am not a big fan of monkeys. Everyone in the year below us at high school was a monkey (some in my own year) and I found them to be sneaky and mischievous folk, but they are also widely regarded as agile, creative, of good memory and very sociable. You might be a monkey or know someone

Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582886094503141886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074745188754030372004-01-21T23:19:00.000-05:002004-01-21T23:22:22.496-05:00

"Bat Mitzvah" means "Daughter of the Commandments." The related "Bar Mitzvah" means "Son of the Commandments". It marks the time (age 13 for boys, 12 for girls) when a Jewish child is obligated to live according to the Commandments. Before then, children are not obligated to, but are encouraged to. I thought I should find some of this stuff out, since I'm going to a Bat Mitzvah this weekend.

Kelvin Greennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074736512746681152004-01-21T20:43:00.000-05:002004-01-22T00:29:43.030-05:00

OK, so I knew about yellow snow already (and I hope everyone else did too), but today I did learn the best method of sledging (or sledding or tobogganing) down a bumpy hill without falling off your sledge (or sled or toboggan). You will find yourself spending less time scooping snow out of your trousers, shoes and the hood of your coat if you jump on the sledge face down. Lift your body off the

Liamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365433.post-1074735638221969042004-01-21T20:38:00.000-05:002004-01-21T20:42:39.496-05:00

...is the existence of this weblog, and its address, too. Use it to share useless or useful information.

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