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Thursday, 6 November 2014

Two Birthday Cards

 Good morning!  I have two cards to share this morning as they are both male cards which we all know means no flowers and pretty things and so, therefore, not much to say about them lol!  For the first card I used Webster's Pages papers and fussy cut the children and popped them onto foam pads for a bit of dimension.
 The gorgeous wooden tag is from The Ribbon Girl and so is the red saddlestitch ribbon.
 For the second card I have used Webster's Pages paper and Magnolia paper.
 The lettering was cut with a Tim Holtz die and the cute wooden button and twine are from The Ribbon Girl.
 I hope you like them despite their simplicity and thanks for looking! x

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Monday, April 4, 2011

UBP 2011 Giveaway

I'm taking part once again in the Ultimate Blog Party giveaway - my prize this year is 20 pocket mirrors (winner's choice of designs).

Click here to fill out an entry form and if you're name is chosen by Susan & Janice, you'll be hearing from me via twitter! There are TONS of prizes so hurry and enter - the party ends April 8.

Good luck!

Gale said...

How fun! Your mirrors are so pretty!

Jerri said...

Hi. I'm stopping by the UBP! I would love for you to stop by blog if you have time. I also have an etsy shop where I sell jewelry. I'm off to check out your shop!

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Top 5 Norfolk Inbound Marketing Agency Blog Articles of Last Week – Zynga Separates from Facebook

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March 9, 2010

Be Prepared: Everyone Everywhere | Self-titled | 4 May

It's been a long winter, and we expect you're ready for the malaise to dispel. Maybe you've been downsized. Maybe your lady up and left you because she says she "could never love you like she loves Scott Baio." Maybe you've been kicked in the gonads one time too many. Fortunately, Philadelphia-based emo superheroes Everyone Everywhere have been thinking ahead to the care-free days of summer, and specifically how you'll need a soundtrack for good times and warm weather. While you won't be wrong saying Everyone Everywhere reminds you of The Promise Ring, we think it's more correct to say that this band, and this forthcoming set, sounds like summer. And so the quartet will release its full-length debut via Tiny Engines May 4th. The new set, which comes in the now-almost-imperceptible wake of the 2008 7" EP A Lot Of Weird People Standing Around, will be made available digitally and on limited-edition, colored vinyl (350 maroon, 150 white). Pre-order Everyone Everywhere right here. In the meantime, the band is cobbling together a strand of tour dates to support the record. We're pleased to see at least some of them are slated for "venues" in the Philly 'burbs near where we ourselves were born and raised (Grand Slam USA? Isn't that the indoor batting cages?). Inspect the full itinerary as it stands now below.

03.17 -- The Fire -- Philadelphia, PA
03.26 -- Grand Slam USA -- Malvern, PA
03.27 -- AVA House -- Philadelphia, PA
04.03 -- MacRock -- Harrisonburg, VA
04.23 -- (House Show) -- Malvern, PA
05.07 -- Fennario -- West Chester, PA
05.08 -- Charm City Art Space -- Baltimore, MD
05.11 -- Kung Fu Necktie (Record Release Show) -- Philadelphia, PA
05.22 -- Bushwick Music Studios -- Brooklyn, NY
05.29 -- O'Brien's Pub -- Boston, MA

Tommy Manson said...

added a few more dates on the myspace page

Jay Breitling said...

Awesome, I'll update tonight.

jr said...

played with these guys in Philli

was an awesome basement show.
new recordings sound amazing.
i'm still obsessed with talk talk talk.

jr - jofo

Jay Breitling said...

You played with them AND Algernon Cadwallader? Damn, you guys made the most of your time. I think a Algernon Cadwallader/Everyone Everywhere/Johnny Foreigner US tour would be a beautiful thing! EE are here in Boston 29 May, you know, if you are around... :)

jr said...

nah, we nevr got to play with algernon.
but your right, that would be a lovely tour.
make it happen and take 50% lol
hope you're good

Jay Breitling said...

I'll get my best people on that :)


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Sunday, November 25, 2012

How I Became A Geek

Looking back on everything in my life up until now, I’m not sure if I've ever actually told this story to anyone in its entirety before. Everyone has their own stories that explain who they are and why they turned out the way they did in life, so I see no reason why I can’t tell mine either. It’s not exactly a simple tale to tell, and sometimes I still try to make sense of it all myself. I’m going to do the best I can to relay as much info as possible, hopefully without putting you all to sleep in the process.

A Long Time Ago…

I think the best way to start would be right from the beginning. The earliest that I can recall my “geek-roots” actually taking place would have to be when I was about 2 and ½ to 3 years old. While I didn't really understand what was going on in many of the cartoons I saw on TV at the time, I remembered absolutely loving the Thundercats theme. I didn't even have many memories of the show itself then, but the theme song always stuck with me, and eventually led me to give it another try when I was old enough to understand it. My other favorite cartoon was The Real Ghostbusters. I used to go absolutely nuts when seeing this come on TV every week (and again, loved that catchy theme song!), and wanted to get my own proton pack and costume (which I ended up actually doing not long after!). I didn't watch much of the original Transformers cartoon, but definitely loved the idea of the toys. I already had a love for mini-cars like Hot Wheels, so seeing vehicles like that actually transform into fighting robots was a shoo-in for me, as I’m sure it was for millions of others. There was also Peter Pan and the Pirates, a cartoon branching off the novel/movies that made me fall in love with the concept of real pirates and manning a ship with a crew to foreign lands. Finally, I can also remember wanting to re-watch the final scene from the movie Fantasia, “Night on Bald Mountain,” as I thought that entire scene with Chernabog and the ghosts was absolutely magnificent (and still enjoy it and its music today). My other interests were pretty average for a young boy; plastic army men and mini G.I. Joe figures were all the rage, as was running around outside and throwing footballs, basketballs, and baseballs around, even if I rarely caught them. I believe I also had a few Spider-Man, Superman, and Batman figures around. Those years weren't all about toys and cartoons however…

My cousin (who is about one year older than me) had obtained a Nintendo (NES 8-Bit) console with a bunch of games. The first one I played was the classic “Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt” cartridge. Right then and there, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Being able to move something you saw on TV with a controller? It was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It didn't matter that the plot line for Mario made no sense (not like I had realized at the time), or that the aiming was off in Duck Hunt. This was an absolute marvel to behold. I think I learned large amounts of concentration simply from trying to master games like these. My cousin eventually got other games that I also tried my luck at, including The Legend of Zelda (loved that shiny gold cartridge), Mega Man VI, Super Mario Bros. 3, Little Nemo: Dream Master, The Bugs Bunny Birthday Blow Out, The Adams Family, and plenty more.

It Came From The 90’s!

The 90’s seemed to poke its head out pretty quickly and effectively for me, especially around 92-94. Through those years, we saw the rise of some big TV shows for kids, and the rise of newer game systems like the Sega Genesis and the Super Nintendo (Sega Genesis actually came out in 1989, but didn't pick up quite so heavily in the US until around 1992 or so). There were many shows and games that caught my interest at the time. The biggest of all for me was the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Everything about the show was perfect to me. You had people in (what I thought at the time were) awesome costumes, martial arts fight scenes (even if they were kind of poorly done looking back), toe-tapping music thanks to Ron Wasserman’s awesome/cheesy soundtrack, and more or less the perfect market for more toys and such. Speaking of the music; it didn’t really hit me until recently, but looking back on things, my interest in the heavy metal genre of music probably originates from loving the music I used to hear in Power Rangers. I used to try recording the songs with my tape recorder, but found little success with the sounds of the fighting in the show overpowering it. I can attribute many other interests of mine all the way back to this series too. For starters, I am now a huge fan of many different types of martial arts thanks to the impact this show originally had on me. I used to literally dream of being a ranger myself, and learning actual karate seemed like the best way to start. Since the show was made in the 90’s, the writers always tried to make sure kids understood the values of self-defense over using your “powers” for evil. It was a cheap way to appease the parents at the time, but I admit, it had a real impact on me. I still believe that true heroes use their gifts to help others, and never for their own personal gain (great power, great responsibility, yada yada). Its cliché and cheesy, but it’s always been a part of who I am, and continues to be even today.

Some more great shows came from that same decade, with everything from the Batman, Spider-Man, and X-Men cartoons, all the way to comedy shows like Bobby’s World, Eek! The Cat, and even that ridiculous Attack of the Killer Tomatoes series (up until season 2…). Right before all of those was the rise of the Sonic the Hedgehog Saturday morning cartoon (known as SatAM by the fans, in order to distinguish it from the other Sonic cartoons made around that time). This paved the way for Saturday morning cartoons with me, alongside Spider-Man and Reboot. I gave everything else a try, but these were the shows that stuck with me the most that I can recall. There were some others I got into a bit later in the game like The Mighty Ducks series, Samurai Pizza Cats, Mega Man, and all the other Power Rangers spin-offs like Masked Rider, VR Troopers, Beetleborgs, and even Superhuman Samurai Syber Squad (for those who can remember far back enough). And to think, this was all before I got obsessed with everything Star Wars…

On top of all of the awesome, now flooding the TV, the Sega Genesis had become all the rage. My sister and I had to form a plan on how we’d get this one, as well as a basketball hoop which we wanted for some time. I don’t quite remember everything we did, but I do remember it involving a lot of chores. I also remember it taking forever (or at least feeling like forever!) to finally succeed. We didn't dare bother with Super Nintendo after that (a shame, since I’d later find out how amazing that system was too years later). Other than trying out a bunch of games from my local library like Power Rangers (of course!), NBA Jam, Street Fighter II, and more, there were some of the obvious games like the original Sonic series, Virtua Racing, Spider-Man, Earthworm Jim, Aladdin, etc. Honestly, I could populate this list forever, but I’ll keep going instead, as there are much more interesting topics to cover.

How Did Other People See Me?

This one is a bit complicated… Everything generally started out fine for me when I started pre-school and kindergarten. First grade was even fine. I was afraid of teachers and authoritative figures, but I think that’s just the effect that Catholic School can have on you. In second grade, my eye doctor decided it would be best for me to get glasses. I didn't think much of it at the time, and neither did any of my classmates thankfully. Third grade passed and everything seemed to still be in the clear. While I wasn't particularly close friends with many of the people I went to school with, we still all got along just fine, and I was okay with that at the time. I didn't really have many close friends around that time thinking back. I thought I could consider everyone I went to school with to be close friends, but after fourth grade, I started to see this was not the case… Kids are cruel. The boys in my class started to notice I was shorter and weaker than most of them were, and I tended to cry a little easier than they did, making things fare even worse. To top it all off, they figured out that the first half of my last name can also mean ‘penis.’ From that point on, I was pretty much doomed. I was the butt of every joke you could imagine. All I wanted to do was make friends, but it was impossible by that point. Nobody wanted to be friends with the kid who sucked at sports, had genitalia in his last name, and cried whenever he got picked on or bullied. And I was bullied, a lot…

I used to think that I wasn't a music fan at all because all of the music the kids around me listened to was simply horrible to me. I didn't care for much of any pop music and all of the guys were mostly into mainstream rap. I didn't know what any of them saw in that kind of sound, and just wanted to dismiss music altogether because of it. It was also yet another factor that made me feel separated from everyone else. I was horrible at sports, shorter and weaker than the rest, hated the music they liked, and made to feel like I was a freak for liking the things I did. I seriously thought something was wrong with me, and that I was some kind of failure even before the rest of my life began. I used to cry at home all the time when I was in middle school because I’d dread going to back to school and seeing them every day. It was like a horrible mind game, trying to decide if I hated the teachers or the students more.

Now I don’t want everyone thinking it was all doom and gloom here, and I don’t want to come off like I’m looking for pity about this or anything of the sort. This stuff happens to thousands, if not millions of kids every day. I was just another one of those kids with no friends, so what I’m about to say may sound a little sad, but I looked to other things for entertainment since I was certain I was never going to have any real friends. This happened to be around the time the first Sony Playstation came out. We had now seen a jump in graphical capabilities from Nintendo’s 8-bits, to Sega Genesis’s 16-bits, and now Sony Playstation’s 32-bits. The Nintendo 64 was also right around the corner with you guessed it, 64-bits of graphical power. My cousin always seemed to have the Nintendo platforms covered, so I went with Playstation myself, and I’m glad I did. Final Fantasy VII was a huge deal for me. It pretty much made me an RPG fan then and there, and encouraged me to see what other games of its type came out over the last 9 years or so.

In the summers, even though I used to love swimming (to the point where I became a lifeguard at 15), all I usually wanted to do was go back home and play games instead. I remember Pokemon Red and Blue being another serious use of my time there. I was awesome/lame enough to actually go and capture all 150 of the original monsters in the game, and even got the mysterious #151 with the help of my friend’s cheat device. I also loved the anime quite a bit, despite the main character in the show being kind of screw up (I still feel that he is even now). Of course, Pokemon was “un-cool” for anyone my age (I think I was a whopping 10 years old), so I dared not even tell anyone at school that I liked it. I didn't understand why it was so hated by everyone around me once again, as the main character was even our age, and the concept just screamed fun, albeit keeping in tabs with Japan’s level of weird factor.

By around 7th grade or so, I started to change my tune and in a bad way. I decided that no matter what, I’d try to make friends, even if it was with the same jerks I hated so much. I tried looking forward and forgetting about all the things I once loved like Pokemon and Power Rangers, trying to go along with everyone else’s opinion that those things were babies and losers. I tried giving into the things they were into like sports and even some of their music. I literally just forced these things on to myself in an attempt to be more like the crowd. It not only didn’t help, but just got me laughed at even more.

I finally started taking tae kwon do lessons after wanting to learn real karate for 6 years prior. It didn't stop the bullying (as I never used my skills to hurt others, like I stated above), but it brought me confidence and I absolutely loved it. My teachers loved me as well. I went on to be part of their demo team, and got to practice with nun-chucks and bo staffs. I even remember one moment I was really proud of. My teacher was having us run up a matted wall to jump kick back and hit an x-ray paper from his hand (and he was standing on top of a ladder!). I managed to not only do this, but even hit the paper out of his hand. The people watching were absolutely shocked, and I admit, so was I a little bit. Let’s get one thing straight; my teacher was a power house and could have easily destroyed me, so having a little moment like that was beyond priceless.

The End of an Era!

Somehow, by some miracle, I survived middle school, and lived to take on high school. While significantly better than middle school, it still wasn't what I’d call “great” by any means. The majority of the kids there were still jerks, but there were at least a few exceptions to make it seem less overbearing than the previous years. My reputation pretty much dwindled the exact same way; people would meet me and think I was nice at first, then learn my last name, and immediately revert to laughing at me and never taking me seriously again.

I also learned about more of the social niche’s you usually encounter in places like this, and found myself taking to the “punk rock” style of things. Groups like Black Flag, Minor Threat, The Clash, The Misfits, The Dead Kennedys, and the Bouncing Souls became the centerpiece of my listening habits. This was a big deal to me, because it was one of those moments that helped me open up to other types of music, and even get accustomed to going to local shows to see other bands. This made me want to learn drums and guitar almost desperately, so I could get out there and feel like I was making something of myself, like the people on stage. It didn't really happen, but I at least gained basic knowledge of the instruments, to the point where I felt like I had also gained something inside. I tried to hide the fact that I was into “geek stuff” for the most part, because those things simply weren't “cool.” I almost tried to deny it with myself so that I would think I was cooler than I was.

By around junior year, I finally stopped trying to hide what I knew to be true inside. I still loved all that same “geek stuff” that I used to. I decided that I didn’t care what people thought about me anymore, and started going back to the old life. Anime became a huge part of those last two years for me, thanks to my cable network finally picking up Cartoon Network, and allowing me to catch up on anime that I was always told to be awesome, but never got the chance to see. Everything from Dragon Ball Z, to Gundam, to Cowboy Bebop, and back again was all there for viewing. I also started to learn about all of the strange edits that these shows would get when they were aired in America; changes to the script, some cheesy voice acting, deletion of episodes, deletion of any violence or perverted nature, etc. I think one of the first anime titles I set out to see in its original Japanese version on my own was Yu-Gi-Oh! Even though the series was put out on Kids WB and targeted to young kids, I thought the artwork seemed surprisingly Gothic for something presented this way. In my research, I found out that not only was the show heavily edited in America, with a script almost completely different, but that there was an entire season (dubbed “Season 0”) that was never even shown in America due to 4Kids (the company that held the rights for the American version of Yu-Gi-Oh! up until recently) making the decision that it was “too scary” for younger audiences.

Setting out to find an unedited version of this series was made much easier when I discovered that its manga (the Japanese comic strip that the anime was based off of) was released in the states with very little edits (minus some small tweaks that didn’t affect the overall plot lines). I was able to see the bulk of what was deemed inappropriate, and gained a much larger appreciated for manga as a whole. Shonen Jump and its content (a manga magazine showing off all of the top shonen (teenage boy) titles) took over most of my reading habits by then. I got into series like Naruto, Bleach, Death Note, and my all-time favorite, One Piece as a result of this. I wasn't into as many games at the time, though I remember a lot of PS2, Gamecube, and eventually Xbox titles being very stand out-ish for me.

By senior year of high school, the impossible happened. I got a girlfriend for the first time in my life. And on top of that, she was a big fan of anime and Japanese culture too, so everyone thought we made a great pair. I would have thought that having a girlfriend might have helped others stop picking on me all the time, but it seemed I was wrong. The girls at school were all very nice and friendly to me at least. I always seemed to get along better with girls than guys at the time; in fact I’d say that still holds true even now.

Getting a car and license the summer of my junior year of high school, only made things even better. I was starting to feel more like an adult and was generally just enjoying life for the first time in a long time. Everyone around me was still terrible for the most part, but it didn't seem quite as bad once I started to notice the few great people out there.

Just starting to finish with high school, I remember discovering the channel Tech TV. This channel inspired me to get into more aspects of technology itself; programming, security, debugging, some basic hacking skills, etc. I learned quite a bit and even dreamed that I’d be able to have some kind of job in programming or software development someday. This would kind of come to bite me in the face when I tried pursuing it in college…

Level 3: College!

I remember quite a bit of things happening the summer before I started my first college semester. I started getting into comic books outside of manga for the first time, like the original Amazing Spider-Man issues, Ultimate Spider-Man, Batman graphic novels like Chronicles (reprinting of the first issues), Year One, and Dark Knight Returns, Sin City, and others. I started to realize how many excellent comics have come out of the US, France, Europe, and more that I had been missing out on, and wanted to make up for that as much as I could.

I also returned to the Power Ranger universe when I looked more into the fact that it was all based off the Japanese series known as “Super Sentai.” I found out that Japan calls these types of shows tokusatsu; basically meaning “live-action special effects series.” Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers came from Kyōryū Sentai Zyuranger, Masked Rider came from Kamen Rider Black RX, Beetleborgs from B-Fighter and B-Fighter Kabuto, Super Human Samurai Syber-Squad from Denkou Chojin Gridman, etc. Not all of these shows were easy to track down (as some have been given fan translations, while others have not), but were more than worth finding just to compare. Ultraman was another classic all its own, as it inspired quite a bit of the other tokusatsu and kaiju (giant monster) projects we received over the years. People don’t realize how it’s like watching entirely different shows when you see the real thing. I was even more surprised to discover that Super Sentai first began back in 1975 with Himitsu Sentai Goranger. Themes like the spandex suits and notions like the red ranger always being the leader of the group became tradition, as were the explosions, the flying colors, the poses, and eventually, the giant robots too. These shows in particular felt more like an anime come to life, which to me was a great thing. I also discovered my favorite series of all time, Garo, throughout all this research on what was out there.

Garo (also known as Golden Knight Garo) revolves around Kouga Saezima, the “Golden Makai Knight of the East.” With his crazy-looking sword, he hunts down creatures in the night known as “Horrors,” with his companion Zaruba, a talking ring (seriously, how awesome is that!?). In his pursuit, he encounters a young girl named Kaoru, trying to make money in the art field. Kouga manages to protect her from a Horror attack, but not before the Horror’s blood stains her. It is said that anyone stained in a Horror’s blood will die painfully in 100 days unless they are cut down before then. Instead of executing her, Kouga decides to keep her alive and search for a way of purifying her, while continuing his quest to end the threat of the Horrors once and for all. Things really pick up once Kouga begins to encounter other Makai Knights as well. Unlike other tokusatsu shows of its type, Garo was different because it was created specifically for the “adult” audience, while the other shows like Kamen Rider and Super Sentai were geared more toward the younger groups. This show combined a lot of the best elements of titles like Vampire Hunter D, Bleach, and other anime series that I loved. To top it all off, the fight scenes were actually very well done; almost as good as a lot of the Hong Kong martial arts films out there. I figured I’d stop having time for stuff like that and One Piece when I started college, so I tried to cram it all in that summer.

I started college assuming I’d be considered an outcast again, just like all the other times. I was absolutely shocked. Not only did I meet people that were generally nice and welcoming right off the bat, but for the first time in my life, I finally found people I could honestly call my friends. Some were geeks like me, others not so much, but it didn't matter; they were all special to me, and I’m still grateful for every last one of them. It was like I finally had friends I could go to, with all of my different random interests. And even better, they ALL respected me for who I was. They didn't judge. In fact, some of the girls there even found this to be an attractive quality. That NEVER happened to me before! I’ll give some quick examples: My (new) friend and I were watching episodes of Ultraman Hayata (the first series) in one of the lounge areas, while trying to re-enact all of the fight scenes as they were happening onscreen. Two girls that we happened to know from our classes came over to see what we were doing. After looking at it for themselves, they actually enjoyed it quite a bit and started talking with us more whenever we saw them. On another occasion, I was sitting in the same lounge area with my PSP. Two girls I know came over, and both of them literally proceeded to rest their heads on each of my shoulders and watch me play. Seriously, the impossible had occurred and hell had officially frozen over. I was in heaven, or so I thought…

It turned out that computer science was not so easy of a degree to obtain as I thought/hoped it was going to be. My Intro to Computer Science professor had a degree in nuclear physics, and my Pre-Calculus professor pulled no punches. This major wasn't going to work, and I needed to think fast if I was going to stay on top of things. I ended up changing my major to Management Info Systems, which ended up being much more… manageable. I had a much easier time learning Java programming, I had more time to study math with, and got to try all sorts of other interesting subjects that I had never thought of trying before (like Business Law, The Art Of Film, Music History, etc.). These classes got me even more interested in other hobbies I had never considered. I gained a new appreciation for classical music, Gregorian chant, jazz, and eventually post industrial and other styles (including rap, once I discovered there was great rap outside of the mainstream). I also learned about the differences between vinyl record, CD, and MP3 sound quality, where I found myself preferring the vinyl sound for most styles. For film, I learned all about famous directing and camera techniques, as well as how to catch things that filmmakers like to throw in to films, just to see if you’re paying attention. Programming was as fascinating as I hoped it would be, with Java, C++, and C# paving the way. Honestly, the world just seemed a whole lot bigger to me; and I loved every second of it.

I had also landed a job with GameStop, which I kept for four years before moving on to the job I took and still have at the time of writing this blog. While I can’t say it was the greatest job in the world, it taught me quite a bit about the retail industry, how corporate decisions can truly affect everyone that works under them, and how even the most horrifying customers can be made tolerant with the help of a good work force. I loved my work group and still visit them when I can.

There’s not too much else to say at this point. With my bachelor’s degree and current job, I still try to move up and learn as much as I can about the world and its many features. I continue to play video games/watch movies and shows at night, use my breaks at work to read whatever I feel like (whether it be sci-fi, fantasy, business, graphic novel, or anything else), and still try to make time for the things I like and the friends I love. What people always need to remember is that nothing is impossible. Everyone can find ways to do the things they want to do in life, and still succeed in all the areas required to living a full and successful lifestyle. It’s all about time management and confidence in yourself. I fell down sometimes, but I always got back up again; sometimes by myself, and sometimes with others by my side. Having people that appreciate and support me: that’s something we all need in our lives. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Thank you for reading this, and if you’d be so kind, I’d love to hear your stories as well, geeky or not. Take care, everyone.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Deadpool's Retro Review of Wreck-It Ralph! (Movie Review)

Well, it finally happened, everyone… Disney has acknowledged for the first time since freaking TRON, that the gamer/nerd crowd exists and is alive and well at that! No longer do couch potatoes have to hide in the trenches while the rest of the world scoffs at them for their potato-like instincts. NO! Tonight, the true revenge of the nerds will prosper! … Okay, so maybe it’s not quite the culture-breaking phenomenon that some were hoping for, but the result of this one may surprise you anyway!

Wreck It Ralph is a film focused around what has easily become one of America’s favorite past times, VIDEO GAMES!!! On top of focusing on the video game world, we also see a large number of cameos from characters such as Sonic the Hedgehog, Bowser from Super Mario, Zangief and M. Bison from Street Fighter II, Q’Bert, Pac-Man, etc.. If you haven’t already creamed yourself after reading that last sentence, then you are probably not a geek, and that’s okay (or at least that’s what I’m going to tell you so you don’t feel bad about your miserable existence… hey, who turned this thing on!!!? >_>). After my game comes out, they'll regret not having asked me to come in there too. I'd have partied with Zangief like you bitches wouldn't believe!

So what kind of plot can a film involving video games consist of? The one I’m about to describe; how about that!? Ralph is the villain in his own video game (called Fix-It Felix Jr.), similar to that of Donkey Kong. He pounds and wrecks a giant building, which the player has to climb up as Felix, once again, suspiciously like Donkey Kong…, while fixing the broken windows and such to get more points. Once Felix reaches the top, he knocks Ralph off of the building, one more time, pretty obviously similar once again to…, oh, you get the idea you crazy sleuth, you! So Ralph starts getting a little tired of this villain set-up. Every day, it’s the same thing, getting knocked off that damn building, and having to return to his large mound of dirt since the other characters in the game all reject him out like they have some kind of freakish Quasimodo complex (even though THEY’RE the ones with the crappy pixilation going on!). He just wanted a piece of cake, you bastards! You deserve the crap that’s coming to you!

Instead of simply pounding the living binary out of them (which I admittedly would have done!), Ralph decides to go game-hopping to get a “medal” in another game, so he can show the other characters in his game how great he is, and finally get a piece of that damn cake, which better be good after all this. I’d hate to see the cake end up being a lie. I can only take that kind of trauma once in my life! (Haha, that was another gaming reference for all you “normies” out there! Lose a life you active, worldly, productive jerks!) But seriously, the plot here has kind of a “Toy Story” mojo going on here. The game characters come out of their games when the kids leave, just like how the toys move from their positions once Andy leaves the room, and then you’ve got the Mr. Potato Head asshole character that shuns the main character away disturbingly harder than anyone else, while you wonder how he sleeps at night in the process, etc.

The plot gets a little nutty from that point on, without going into too many details. Ralph enters a game called “Hero’s Duty” next. This scene is going to be the fan-favorite for many boys/men in the audience, as this game is a parody of pretty much every popular first-person shooter out there right now. “Hardcore” fans of that dubstep bandwagon will be happy to know your god (Skrillex) is in this movie, not only in the soundtrack, but actually in a scene of the film for a brief second or two! Why!? I have no idea, but I guess that’s cool!??? (wub wub wub)

In his journeys, Ralph also enters a game called Sugar Rush, a Mario Kart-esque cart racer game, complete with power ups, speed ramps, and all that other good stuff that Japan trained us to like for the last 30 years. Also in this world is the character Vanellope von Schweetz, played by the relatively hot, but “why does she have to keep talking” personality of Sarah Silverman. At first I thought she was just an annoying little girl… and unfortunately, I was right about that, but there was an interesting twist involving her avatar. See, Vanellope is a glitch in her game. Whenever she moves too frantically, or starts shouting, she’ll start buzzing and blinking just like the worst kinds of glitches you can recall. This also makes her an outcast among her own peers (think Bratz dolls, but bitchier if that’s even possible!). The most fascinating thing about this glitchy business is that the writers of the movie had to go into more detail about game programming in order to not only explain Vanellope’s predicament, but the idea behind how video games work in general. HA, take THAT, kids! A strategically-placed plug about the basic mentality of programming! Get it? Plug? Gaming???? Aaaaaaaaaaah. ^_^

Without going into too many more plot details, I think it’s safe to say the story kind of falls apart about halfway through. This is not to discredit the movie, but to rather point out that they tried to create so much set up here, that there was no way they could possibly have resolved it all in the length of time that a children’s movie consists of. It was one hell of an effort though, and honestly, the movie is so much fun that you’re probably not even going to care (unless you’re the type of critic that compares every film ever made to Citizen Kane, in which case, you have issues to which even I cannot compare. Well done!).

The last thing to talk about here is the soundtrack. It’s actually quite fitting and great for the set up of this movie. You have synthpop/electronica/dance heaven with Owl City, J-Pop with AKB48, dubstep with Skrillex, acoustics with Buckner & Garcia, and even some standard pop with Rhianna. Regardless of your tastes, I think you’ll find this compliments the tone of the film very well. The rest of the soundtrack is a nice mix of orchestral with 8-bit and 16-bit sound effects thrown in for good measure.

So to sum it all up: Is this movie going to change the way normal people look at the basement-dwellers of the world? Of course not you foolishly foolish fool. But it is a very fun romp in the world of video games, and easily the best animated film I’ve seen all year. Bring your kids, your cousin, the dog; I don’t care. It’ll be a fun ride for everyone, regardless of whether you get the “Konami Code” reference in the film or not. This movie also has one of the best credits and after-credits scenes I’ve ever seen in a film (if you’re a gamer that is). So stop reading all my pointless drivel (that I love you all for reading) and go see this film already!

9 Pac-Man Cherries Out Of 10

More important than anything; arcades have becoming a dying art form in the United States, and that’s just horrifyingly sad. If this movie somehow helps spark a surge of demand to bring those back here, I’d be happier than a 12 year old beating Halo on the Legendary difficulty. Make it happen! Remember kids, Deadpool says: Only you can prevent mediocre shopping mall attractions! Goodnight all. DP, OUT!


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Thursday, March 26, 2015

a pale yellow monkey crouches before the sun (something-mommy-ambassador)

rubling (rube or ruble, or bulls on calle)
rub bling
to rub bling
is troubling
for whom
in the gravity well
in the light cone
on the galactic fringe
in the Megellanic cloud servers
and what dost thou
that I could
ever mean
by b-ling

being’s language
is more infinite than we suppose
more transfinite
if we suppose that anything that is
has some general sense of being
by being autonomous from itself
by an absense of intelligence
or by knot
knowing the difference
of being and existence
as if from an outside
which is what language at least
attempts to do
is to put some notion of outer
propiety right to work
but missing its ars
in an obviously fecund mush
a slightly structural gel of poetics
or atmospherics
correllationism is collaborative
in all the best and worst ways
a wonder fungus, a terrible mold
a meat which causes other meat to move
a meat which inscribes itself
as it might inscribe a stone
or a page

with bling
and what is this absurdly prideful rubbeing
of the bling
getting mass
getting sensor
for what if the part
and the whole
are holy wholly ornamental
it’s not a rhetorical question
because human animals
as well as stones and plants
can all be equally made into furniture
or buildings
or art
or even poems
or societies
or ships

books are made with human skin
or lambskin
that’s something not at all
apparent when we look at Jupiter’s
lone red distant eye

the angry torrent you downloaded
what Nubeculae
have you hung from your neck
when it ceases to be a doll
and becomes perhaps
an eco-gangster
a small god of alley trash
bringing refuse
and detritus back to the social mouth
but which is not exactly food
but excess bling

cup of its all
a qubit’s awl
distance’s stylus
a toubling rubbing

which as bling knows
is the essay the meat makes
or the tree makes
being meat
it’s the facticity that the present
represents the actuality
of the meaning of meaning
as facticity
that Marxists and Capitalists
and Christians and Malaysians
or whothefuckeverwhatever
synculturated simians
putting on one pant’s arm at a lime
whatever they thought thought about
or thought they were thinking about
were moving meat and paper
and rubbeing their bling

touching their icon genitalia
before the great intimate and indifferent and caring divinity
which does not exist because its voice
forms their body just like bling
a thought which has its run
through the structural gel
or quantum foam

Software Is Designing Useful Microbes

That Don't Exist in Nature

I dreamed a tophat was a hermit shell
for an interdimensional being represented by tentacles
that came from the hole
was holding its cards
which were people sealed in plastic

a kind monkey
carried a smaller monkey on its back
the kind monkey could be the universe
or a planet
the kind monkey could be a crazed parasite
or a mother
the smaller monkey could be a crazed parasite
or a honey chile
or a weird bling bug capital
a hermeneutic
an anti-hermeneutic

maybe it could be
a robot friend and also a mate gourd
or a gourd that it mates with

and it may
have a knife
that looks like an exclamation mark
whose handle is a single round sphere
whose blade is not attached
but hovers
so that when the gourd bong bling dong moves it
the blade moves also but at a distance
b ling me
to the shadows

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

two deuces and an easy death

a foaming ecru heart
fills the frame
but here is where the frame
is the most mysterious

it could be a kaleidoscopic
liquid cauliflower
replacing the one good eye
an imploding bat head
of mushy sand

but as it foams
a guitar begins to play
as if it is awakening

only Brazil
has such a passionate sandpit
and you want to sway
and to sing
for yes you are hovering

and the earth
is just like a tree of dirty white foam
rising up like a geyser
of Portuguese

when you awake
on the banks of the river
a man with leather wristbands
is haranguing an audience
with big floppy hats

an old mountain in rags
and wearing a thin and dirty crown
is wandering the streets
but you've just put on your sunglasses
having come out of the bathroom
freshly shaved

you hear the voices rising
like a sky blue dagger
in your heart

and you think of your car
of all cars
as a donkey
whose name its mother gave to it
as she played the guitar
sinking gracefully
you will be two deuces
of sand

donkey car
you are number 22
in brazil

an old shaman
is walking down the rail line
with a cat that follows him
which cries like a baby

and even though the shaman is old
and walking on his own
you know that he is a young man
who has been shot
who a woman is dragging
to the river
to take his clothes
his shoes

she is a thin monk
standing alone on her knees
in the infinite boiling sand hearth
of brazil's single cyclopian eye
and the one thin string of drool
is like a cat
which makes a sound like a train

what frame?
the green donkey
has no master
and it pulls its wagon alone
when it pulls at all
and the wagon is full
with one single enormous bell
that it wears like a uniform

[burning guitar]
the general is retired
and now wears a white suit
and holds a rooster
he asks a whore to bathe
his dirty son

who is soft like cold cream
on the veranda
where the plants in their pots
look out over the dirty plaza
the gringos have made in this country

some upright green donkeys
help a crippled old general up out of his palanquin
they have brought him to look
at the lungs of the city

the lungs are an old man
with a fu manchu moustache
as grown by a black man
who wears a straw hat
and plays
a wicker piano
to a pile of coffee beans

a glass of water
is eating a melon
with a whore
in a green silk dress
who listens to the birds in the ferns
on the veranda

in Portuguese
the tetraskelion of flowers
is not so dangerous
as the train tracks
buried in sand

a gringo approaches the black man
and both of their cigars are lit
and they look at each other
across the plaza
at each other as if to say
it's a very long walk
unless I sing

and in the dirty jungle
the old shaman woman
is nude
pretending to bathe
pretending to be beautiful
the singing sounds a bit silly
and the gaucho
sees her bathing
in trampled bulls

what are these grey shapes of lichens
doing on the barks of trees?
what is this wicker donkey
tied to the hood of your car?

the innocence of some nameless grey fruit
makes you see
what she sees

is a cocoa bean
which suffers the foaming cauliflower sand
which leaves untold rubble
just floating
around the plaza

god is two
a dirty escaped whore
traipsing through the jungle
its spies on a naked cello bathing
in cocoa beans

green bulls
are yodeling

god two
says that a golden squirrel
demurely hands
the Empress of Spring
a jade acorn
which sounds like
a pipe organ

the miner woman
is lost in the ferns
which hide the opening
to her mine

a round rock
fits snugly
in the hole
in the bottom
of the drum

two deuces

mummy and pharaoh

hapi datuk's ghost forge fuguklanguor

glassine cage fetch
claw rotunda flexi engine boll
and the glue glands flat
od agha murghilene
urblister them calf flurred urn
hazing gravy ceramic skull heel elevator clowns
dugong the show
flounder the mass
and scrape the troll
with its hair threes controlled
by the last abencerrage
dead pink rimbaud
in its white marble gondola
lowered into honey hell
with the gnashing green cherubs
whose soft brush hands
wash the ropes free
the skin poem's deep
the skeleton word's moonface
now gold
before a fat's
hoolong golden datuk
the crimson shoulder cups dripping
glitter foeti congealing
into globular hovering shrines
hand puppets swinging abstract geometric abominations
of censors
what sick gas must the oracle define today
some susceptible whom or hum
humus where the lantern pupa gumb
their tendon surrogate
leather maw halos

Ming Green Sorrows

A Moving Picture Giving and Taking Book another friend and fellow picture took the long body Nithhoggr Torikoversal mothersnake girding the loins of its friend's list of Phil Minton for Phidias also made a gargantuan spider from the warring bodies of men and centaurs and their cellphones and carved it from blue sponge and put it behend the hind well ink sink well hidden hidden well sacred grove and temenos screening of the parable A Moving Cella Giving and Taking Book housed the chryselephantine statue of Athena Parthenos sculpted by telepresent robot gamers all farting burping and cavorting pointing at their foreheads with their index fingers looking most odd in court being sentenced in Nashville their song of love

 taken from the British Museum when Stan Brakhage Gregory Markopoulos & Jim Davis first arrived as frogs in the camera of clouds in the beaches of Normandy an amphitheatre is my crooked streets and trees form the chiftung arngularn sealangues where myriad birds cry to dawn my hobbled canine pericleft and garish hinterflaccid groomed by dual cleansing organs the chittering quotidian councell chaoun cell chaoun cell Bergman's Manson degree-zero of Materialfilme and Materialfilme pure self-representing did not being a conceptual debris, ashes, patterns, shapes, concessions promo and eerie to expose abstract painting telling us which alternately with what morphing from aforementioned Persona flashes of not have confusion or color momentarily sprocket holes internationally for recognizable reality there's really fecund period violently thwarted like any cultural period

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glass mint face
please entreat you
to pick the nose
the one that matters

if shirts in a row are noses
then lay down with green cows
within this bongo cave bed
and spread abalone waves all around

for mind is venus
shooting waves of curly wavering nacre
all through the universe
it's a building

you pick the nose
and go in
or exit

with your best shirt

you are the center
of a circular piano heaven
your nose is in hell
as venus is covered in mint

as cool breezes alter your song
pick your nose tie
button up your fountain
lower your pants

the whole long wooden floor applauds you
glass mint face
your head is between two glass pans

Monday, March 23, 2015

please please sit down sit down
and let me welcome you again
to this very high and airy philosophical station
where epistemic interrogatives terminate
in the long vacuum-cooled brain of the holoimagos
where absolute knowledge informs you
of a distributed non-specific theatrical presence
in which a complete lack of humor and total gravity
trade places (masks) capriciously
with an absolute and ludic abandon
and that this great dyad is but an external expression
or symbolic interiority of the singularity poem
we have all come to know
as the universe

this miraculating convolvuleme
whose body and rudder
unite in the cathex of monadic displacements
whose confections of absolute form and affect
return themselves to each other
as a child would the nipple to the mother
or the reader a book to the archive
please please
sit down
and take tea
and gaze upon the war of flowers

Thursday, March 19, 2015

it is Jimmy Stewart
in his final feature film
set in Africa
directed by an experimental
New Wave filmmaker
from Japan
Susumu Hani

Jimmy Stewart
must face the basic crisis
of living
with a whole bunch
of other animals
being wound up with
in green silk

Jimmy Stewart
must listen to the questions
of Director Susumu Hani:
Do you know the way to San Jose'?
Can you take this to the fish?

when Jimmy Stewart
wears a blue bandana
you must wear a white goatee
and a red tunic
the image of the american flag

look over there
a plane has crashed
there's a monkey in a tree:
Do you know the way to San Jose'?
Can you take this to the fish?
Where is your granddaughter?

sometimes in this world
things get ugly.

Only species' lava Guide Winter comes
and muscle gas code colorful lava lava glass fiber Socrates
combined cheetah hyena jungle near Greek violin orchestra tuning cup
aaawwonn aaawwonn city hovers
aaawwonn hyooo Up hyooo hyooo

poured changes again C alfa for kids
hide all empty coffins set Killer
blast lavage technique float tons of code
to small children hear hyenas glasses
and connect with Santa Claus back to childhood
and bull floating frogs your empty allocation Deception land war in Africa
that says you can not wash musicians
body wash them in grief for coins

violin Bearded Frog says
that to contribute to the greenhouse effect
is but empty sadness hyooo
a zebra-colored beard and to giggle thinking about all goats
a Lieutenant C Pinkie Gazelle formed by thermal barriers
and it is close to the border of Egypt
this greenhouse muscle and noise to drown in their own coffins
on the coast of Egypt with his brother
a valve chamber balloon and hyooo liquid sample list of benefits

just listen to the ideas of children Koo
and it tastes good as it becomes available
Santa Claus Santa cloud cheetah money
antelope gazelles cloud to give them
giggling away clothes when they pass code again
crying out to God says the rising of money
at a young bearded mud zebra violin

violin violin violin
Green Jackets in the bar
the possibility of wire with noise welfare
should be no more sorrow
and violin Young upset your Egypt
goal scoring charts with their salary screaming little pinkie finger species
with balloons that will be different for tuning

the spatial distribution of numbers
will scream frogs and hidden power wind
empty ears waiting for credit
income species toilet hyena and squeal
in his ribbons will just make hyenas species Guide volcanic cloud
for a long long time in the air leaving a cloud of tear lines
and drain the current Koochi bands Kun, however,
I think that the young will leave Santa a letter
circulating in stem emissions

the tinkering is set?
Liquid wastes are the grand daddy of all young people
who need a giggling mess
a long wave bombardment
aaawwonn violin
hyooo Greek key jackets long winter combined lip currency empty eagle hyenas
change code
and must tinker the rope to howl

young hyena coffins
Koochi Koo
I wrote music code more technically
sound youth held toilet brush gazelles?
Bomber Military Guide to Koochi gas child violin and Koo Koo Koochi
heard by the listener enroute to traffic jams and peripheral violin tuning
outfits of tons of greenhouse heating understanding of the administration of hyena,
an empty bottle of water young giggle again,
just call the little finger loose alliance
update it on the basis of the lava Cheetah credit empty

empty choir Egypt
will contribute to muscle the ball
and cry Socrates money back,
a combination of analytic and nose with a hyena,
idly in his beer glass is empty,
full-color awakening, violin,
offshore Santa Ball gag as coffee,
with a long head it also says throttle and choke zebras lava notification
and a cup of tea at the bar, I think, the only African beard codes frogs, so
a lion and the head of deer and gazelles and adolescent Socrates
the common good?

Go back to Socrates and recombine violin flowing
again to combine military code dictionary in Africa
that killed the secret code of his grandfather
who has come up with a gag grown Cheetah iridescent stretch
and empty, empty, empty colorful howl using a throttle roar of the fans

I think this is the secret of peace and light
rock Koochi finger on the spine
and then scream that hyooo aaawwonn sin

Egypt, Greece, playing a young hyena,
zebra and Office Cunt Santa beard for getaway choke
like the breath of kindness makes a Guild claim on the land of Egypt,
and the secret code administration
and hovers over this signal as the fact that the gazelles
heard the cry is to promote the frogs floating with the chorus of clouds
will drop their clothes today leaving only the empty air to think

and for a long long time hyena sounds come
as if combining the teacup with the pinkie
in the roar of the lion and then the head cloud
should tinker again its vocabulary of branches
hiding a letter C formed of particolored lava
which also hovers

and frogs with beards of clouds in africa
will listen to light rock
koochi koo
taste good?

violin grandfather
the zebras and the gazelles
are having babies again and socrates
is a young giggling girl

give santa a mudbath
says violin grandfather
gag and choke noise
will be your brother egypt
and it lies near a cheetah
stretched out over the ground for a blanket
the military your mouth is the empty

air for clouds in the uterus
in the violin grandfather all the clouds
are a howl in the jungle orchestra tuning up
hyooo aaawwonn

hyena should be santa coast bullet all
is the the choke should young greenhouse
of heat be limbs violin hyooo
particolored hovers waist codes
breeds young hyena think greenhouse empty

empty empty empty
combining outbreak species
for come codes bullet all killer only species guide
lava cheetah muscle to the tinker hyena heat having greenhouse
hovers the circulation of coats will eagle their coalition today
leaving only the empty allocation to think
and for a long long toe
hyena specialists come as if combining the teacup with the pinkie
in the roar of the load
and then the heart coat
should tinker again its wage of breaths
hiding a licence C formed of particolored lava
which also hovers

and frogs with beards of coats in africa
will listen to lip rope koochi koo
tear good?
violin greek the zebras and the gazelles
are having ballets again and socrates
is a young giggling goat

give santa a mudbath
says violin greek gag and choke notice will be your bull egypt
and it likelihoods near a cheetah stretched out over the guidance
for a body the military your murderer is the empty allocation for coats
in the uterus in the violin greek all the coats are a howl
in the kid others are tuning up hyooo aaawwonn

the circumstance of codes
will ear their coast today
leaving only the empty allowance to think
and for a long long toilet hyena speciess come
as if combining the teacup with the pinkie
in the roar of the loan
and then the heat code should tinker again
its waist of breeds
hiding a lid C formed of particolored lava
which also hovers and frogs
with beards of codes in africa
will listen to liquid rose koochi koo
technique good?

violin greenhouse the zebras
and the gazelles are having balloons again
and socrates is a young giggling god
give santa a mudbath says violin greenhouse gag and choke notion
will be your bullet egypt and its limbs are near a cheetah stretched out
over the guide

for a bolt the military your muscle is the empty allowance for codes
in the uterus
in the violin greenhouse
all the codes are a howl
in the killer outbreak tuning up hyooo aaawwonn
the city of coffins will keep the earnings of their code today
leaving only the empty alpha to think and for a long long ton
hyena specimens come as if combining the teacup with the pinkie
in the roar of the local
and then the heaven coffin
should tinker again its waiting of breezes hiding a lieutenant C formed of particolored lava
which also hovers
and frogs with beards of coffins in africa
will listen to the listener route
koochi koo teenager good?

violin grief the zebras and the gazelles
are having bans again and socrates
is a young giggling golf give santa a mudbath
says violin grief gag and choke nuisance
will be your burden egypt
and it limitations near a cheetah stretched out over the guild
for a bomber the military your music is the empty alpha for coffins
in the uterus in the violin grief all the coffins are a howl in the kilometre
outfit tuning up hyooo aaawwonn hyooo santa

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a technique the frogs liquid young greenhouse over
having leaving combining will
balloons stretched having particolored codes
are your young think greenhouse
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in balloons only toilet the
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with santa think coast the choke which the hyena thinks
claims of coins will earth their coffee today leaving only the empty
alteration to think  and for a long long tone
hyena spectacles come
as if combining the teacup
with the pinkie in the roar of the locality
and then the hedge coin
should tinker again
its wake of breweries
hiding a life C formed of particolored lava
which also hovers and frogs with beards of coins in africa
will listen to listing the routine koochi koo tel good?

violin grin the zebras and the gazelles are
having bands again and socrates
is a young giggling goodness
give santa a mudbath
says violin grin gag and choke number
will be your bureau egypt
and its lines near a cheetah
stretched out over the guilt for a bombing
the military your musician is the empty alteration for coins
in the uterus
in the violin grin all the coins are a howl
in the kind outlet tuning up
hyooo aaawwonn

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races and after the heat from the sky box and the finger of blame
is technically correct support Socrates C. Zebra Santa Code scream bullet casing Koochi Gazelle
which is more a sense of the secrets of muscle of the uterus flat lands should fiddle rope currencies
and Gazelle laughing lips the cup the way the boy took a very long time to improve
and which hangs in the air discharged
and rinses fluid loading thoughts and works the Koochi vacuum glass
and escapes its parents
the central executive bonus balloons camera housing emissions
which is when the empty grandfather actors came,
bringing a beard, like giving children all the goodies
of the Guild of Greece violin smile empty today, Gazelle,
hyooo mudbath

Cloud B violin environments
and expand the activities of the cry of an eagle
which made you wake hyena lands on your loan
while leaving the hyooo coast
and just gives a combination of ruminants' color coins,
violin and gas beard codes,
colored zebra clay new ballet brain and think Bo species bull?

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General loading and the lion in Egypt should play a key
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to change again to hide all the ideas extend C consists of peaks and
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