You must check out this picture of my baby girl that Heather posted on her blog. It is hilarious! Kristen has tons of hair, and it is out of control, but rarely this out of control!! It was a windy day for an Easter egg hunt.
When I showed it to Kristen, she insisted that I call Heather IMMEDIATELY and ask her to remove it. Righhhhht.
Diva hair for a diva girl...
Monday, April 24, 2006
Carpe Diem
My morning started like this—
I went out the front door to take Kristen to school. My neighbor from a few doors down was out in the street with her little ones, about ages 2 and 3, feeding the ducks that wander around our neighborhood.
She was in her pajama pants, t-shirt, messy hair, and barefoot. The kids were in their princess and batman underwear, no shirts, barefoot. Time was of the essence…
Seize the day.
I went out the front door to take Kristen to school. My neighbor from a few doors down was out in the street with her little ones, about ages 2 and 3, feeding the ducks that wander around our neighborhood.
She was in her pajama pants, t-shirt, messy hair, and barefoot. The kids were in their princess and batman underwear, no shirts, barefoot. Time was of the essence…
Seize the day.
Warning...
Lonnnnng post below. If you want the abbreviated version, here it is:
Free Bebo Norman concert rocks.
David Wilcox is da bomb. His much more expensive concert will rock.
Me and my music obsessions are a package.
Love me/deal with it.
;)
Free Bebo Norman concert rocks.
David Wilcox is da bomb. His much more expensive concert will rock.
Me and my music obsessions are a package.
Love me/deal with it.
;)
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Sometimes the best things in life ARE free...
...and sometimes they're not.
Tonight we got to see Bebo Norman for free at a concert celebrating the end of a canned food drive for Mission Arlington. It was just the kind of Bebo concert I've been craving. The last two we've been to were ones where he shared the music stage with a few other solo musicians and so only got to play 5-6 songs. They were great, but just not the same as Bebo and Gabe Scott on the stage, just the two of them and about a million musical instruments, all of which can be played by Gabe. Tonight, he played the hammered dulcimer, dobro, slide guitar...and the accordion. Oh, yeah, and the keyboard. Bebo was his usual humble self playing the acoustic guitar.
Lake Arlington Baptist Church is kind of "in the round," and we were only about five rows back, so it was a great up-close view, too. They played about ten songs or so and as this type of concert usually is with Bebo, it was a time of not only incredible and inspiring music, but worship.
Strangely enough, the "opening act" was two ex-NFL players--Shawn Harper and Keith somebody. They did a kind of "power team" deal before each speaking for a while. The little boys (=males 1-99 years old) enjoyed watching the phone books being ripped in half and the skillets being rolled like enchiladas, the hot water bottles blown up til they burst, and the baseball bats snapped in two. :) They were funny, but also inspiring when they spoke.
So, that was the "some of the best things are free" event of the week.
On the other end, I get to see my other favorite musician on Saturday night in Malibu, CA. Todd and I are going to take a long weekend to celebrate our anniversary late and spend some time with my brother, his wife, and their cute little almost-four-year-old son, Aaron. We were planning to see David Wilcox at McCabe's Friday night, which is a guitar shop that hosts concerts. My brother warned me I needed to buy tickets early because they sell out fast, but...stupid me!!!...I forgot to call right away. They didn't go on sale until about a week after we bought our plane tickets, and must have sold out in just a day or so, because when I called, they were already gone. I was bummed.
So, the backup plan. Dave was originally playing only in Malibu at Pepperdine's Smothers Theatre, but the McCabe's show came up and was closer, and half as expensive. So, I was relieved that at least we could see him at Pepperdine, even though I was not crazy about the doubled ticket price. Unfortunately...when I called to get tickets, they were also sold out!
Talk about kicking myself...again. They told me to call back a few days later to see if they had decided to open up the orchestra seats, so I set all kinds of alarms on my computer calendar and cell phone--even had my boss make a meeting 30 minutes later than he had planned. I told him I had to make an important call and obviously I have some kind of influence over him that he agreed. :) So, that day, I called and they told me they didn't think they were going to open it up after all. I was not a nice person the rest of that day.
Thursday, I decided to give them one more chance to make my day. We needed four tickets--me, Todd, my brother, and his wife. I said a quick prayer. "Please, God! Please, God! Please, God!"
I called and asked if by any chance they had decided to open up the pit. The girl checked and said no. I asked her if it was something they just decided randomly to do or what. She said they didn't usually open it until they were completely sold out, and I told her that the other girl I talked to said they would probably open it because they were down to only single tickets here and there. At this point, she said, yeah, that's right, how many tickets do you need? I told her four, and she said (at which point my jaw began slowly making a descent down my face) "Well, we have four tickets in row D, center, that just came available. Would you like those?"
Whoa. I said "Um, yeah, we'll take them." I was pinching myself because that was really bizarre. At that point, the very expensive ticket price seemed irrelevant and I handed over my credit card number with no hesitation. :)
Now, to some people this may seem silly. I have had family members ask me if the only reason I was wanting to go to LA was to see David Wilcox and if the visit with my brother wasn't an important enough part of it that the concert issue shouldn't matter. The answer is no...and yes...and no.
We did plan the trip date around the fact that Dave was doing a couple of shows that weekend. I was really mad at myself for not calling when I should have. My brother and his family are lots of fun and I can't wait to see them--it's been a long time and I don't get to see my family very often. If we go and for some reason we don't get to see David, I will be happy anyway for that fact alone.
BUT...(big butt. hehe)...here is what I explained to my patient but curious husband the other day.
Sometimes there is something that happens in your life that has a profound influence on you. Maybe if you discovered it at another time in your life, it wouldn't have been the same. David Wilcox's music is one of those things for me.
I found his music (through Heather and Fabian's influence) at the time when I was a single mom, really struggling with making it on all levels--financially, spiritually, emotionally. He has a way of putting into words...and sometimes into just a little run of guitar notes...what my mind and heart was trying to say or feel. When I would go to a concert or listen to one of his CDs during those really rough years, the music and lyrics just touched that part of my soul that needed touching and healing, and I believe it was a big part of me being able to "just get on" in my life. I think God really placed that in my life at the right time. Todd recognized this, and even had a phrase from one of those songs inscribed in my engagement ring. We played a couple of David Wilcox songs at our wedding.
People make fun of me sometimes for my little obsession. I know it's in love and not really mean-ness. Believe me, it's not one of those musician crush things. I can proudly say I save all my celebrity love for Matthew McConaughey, Hugh Grant, and Colin Firth.
So, I said all that to say this. When I invite the important people in my life to listen to David Wilcox, or go to a concert with me, I'm just wanting to share something with them about me. I'm not insisting that they are as moved as I am by the music, or necessarily even like it. I just want to say, hey, look--there is this thing that really helped me through and I want to share it with you so you can see a little bit of me through this. My brother and his wife are important people in my life, and so I will share this with them.
So, you see, sometimes the best things in life are free...and sometimes they aren't.
When your love grows cold
and your heart grows dark
and the blame seems to fall on you.
Well, look how seasons must change
and don't think it so strange
that your love goes in circles too.
And just know
that your sun will shine
just as sure as this world can spin,
and I know you'll find,
that it's almost time,
for that love to come 'round again.
We can hold on fine,
cause it almost time,
for that love to come 'round again.
(David Wilcox, "Almost Time", from Nightshift Watchman)
Tonight we got to see Bebo Norman for free at a concert celebrating the end of a canned food drive for Mission Arlington. It was just the kind of Bebo concert I've been craving. The last two we've been to were ones where he shared the music stage with a few other solo musicians and so only got to play 5-6 songs. They were great, but just not the same as Bebo and Gabe Scott on the stage, just the two of them and about a million musical instruments, all of which can be played by Gabe. Tonight, he played the hammered dulcimer, dobro, slide guitar...and the accordion. Oh, yeah, and the keyboard. Bebo was his usual humble self playing the acoustic guitar.
Lake Arlington Baptist Church is kind of "in the round," and we were only about five rows back, so it was a great up-close view, too. They played about ten songs or so and as this type of concert usually is with Bebo, it was a time of not only incredible and inspiring music, but worship.
Strangely enough, the "opening act" was two ex-NFL players--Shawn Harper and Keith somebody. They did a kind of "power team" deal before each speaking for a while. The little boys (=males 1-99 years old) enjoyed watching the phone books being ripped in half and the skillets being rolled like enchiladas, the hot water bottles blown up til they burst, and the baseball bats snapped in two. :) They were funny, but also inspiring when they spoke.
So, that was the "some of the best things are free" event of the week.
On the other end, I get to see my other favorite musician on Saturday night in Malibu, CA. Todd and I are going to take a long weekend to celebrate our anniversary late and spend some time with my brother, his wife, and their cute little almost-four-year-old son, Aaron. We were planning to see David Wilcox at McCabe's Friday night, which is a guitar shop that hosts concerts. My brother warned me I needed to buy tickets early because they sell out fast, but...stupid me!!!...I forgot to call right away. They didn't go on sale until about a week after we bought our plane tickets, and must have sold out in just a day or so, because when I called, they were already gone. I was bummed.
So, the backup plan. Dave was originally playing only in Malibu at Pepperdine's Smothers Theatre, but the McCabe's show came up and was closer, and half as expensive. So, I was relieved that at least we could see him at Pepperdine, even though I was not crazy about the doubled ticket price. Unfortunately...when I called to get tickets, they were also sold out!
Talk about kicking myself...again. They told me to call back a few days later to see if they had decided to open up the orchestra seats, so I set all kinds of alarms on my computer calendar and cell phone--even had my boss make a meeting 30 minutes later than he had planned. I told him I had to make an important call and obviously I have some kind of influence over him that he agreed. :) So, that day, I called and they told me they didn't think they were going to open it up after all. I was not a nice person the rest of that day.
Thursday, I decided to give them one more chance to make my day. We needed four tickets--me, Todd, my brother, and his wife. I said a quick prayer. "Please, God! Please, God! Please, God!"
I called and asked if by any chance they had decided to open up the pit. The girl checked and said no. I asked her if it was something they just decided randomly to do or what. She said they didn't usually open it until they were completely sold out, and I told her that the other girl I talked to said they would probably open it because they were down to only single tickets here and there. At this point, she said, yeah, that's right, how many tickets do you need? I told her four, and she said (at which point my jaw began slowly making a descent down my face) "Well, we have four tickets in row D, center, that just came available. Would you like those?"
Whoa. I said "Um, yeah, we'll take them." I was pinching myself because that was really bizarre. At that point, the very expensive ticket price seemed irrelevant and I handed over my credit card number with no hesitation. :)
Now, to some people this may seem silly. I have had family members ask me if the only reason I was wanting to go to LA was to see David Wilcox and if the visit with my brother wasn't an important enough part of it that the concert issue shouldn't matter. The answer is no...and yes...and no.
We did plan the trip date around the fact that Dave was doing a couple of shows that weekend. I was really mad at myself for not calling when I should have. My brother and his family are lots of fun and I can't wait to see them--it's been a long time and I don't get to see my family very often. If we go and for some reason we don't get to see David, I will be happy anyway for that fact alone.
BUT...(big butt. hehe)...here is what I explained to my patient but curious husband the other day.
Sometimes there is something that happens in your life that has a profound influence on you. Maybe if you discovered it at another time in your life, it wouldn't have been the same. David Wilcox's music is one of those things for me.
I found his music (through Heather and Fabian's influence) at the time when I was a single mom, really struggling with making it on all levels--financially, spiritually, emotionally. He has a way of putting into words...and sometimes into just a little run of guitar notes...what my mind and heart was trying to say or feel. When I would go to a concert or listen to one of his CDs during those really rough years, the music and lyrics just touched that part of my soul that needed touching and healing, and I believe it was a big part of me being able to "just get on" in my life. I think God really placed that in my life at the right time. Todd recognized this, and even had a phrase from one of those songs inscribed in my engagement ring. We played a couple of David Wilcox songs at our wedding.
People make fun of me sometimes for my little obsession. I know it's in love and not really mean-ness. Believe me, it's not one of those musician crush things. I can proudly say I save all my celebrity love for Matthew McConaughey, Hugh Grant, and Colin Firth.
So, I said all that to say this. When I invite the important people in my life to listen to David Wilcox, or go to a concert with me, I'm just wanting to share something with them about me. I'm not insisting that they are as moved as I am by the music, or necessarily even like it. I just want to say, hey, look--there is this thing that really helped me through and I want to share it with you so you can see a little bit of me through this. My brother and his wife are important people in my life, and so I will share this with them.
So, you see, sometimes the best things in life are free...and sometimes they aren't.
When your love grows cold
and your heart grows dark
and the blame seems to fall on you.
Well, look how seasons must change
and don't think it so strange
that your love goes in circles too.
And just know
that your sun will shine
just as sure as this world can spin,
and I know you'll find,
that it's almost time,
for that love to come 'round again.
We can hold on fine,
cause it almost time,
for that love to come 'round again.
(David Wilcox, "Almost Time", from Nightshift Watchman)
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Thank God I'm Usually a Outta Control Music Mom
We are playing sports parents for a couple of months again. Emilie is playing volleyball with the 5th and 6th grade league. Her friend's dad is coaching their team, and he is great--very positive, doesn't argue inappropriately with other coaches, refs, or parents, etc. Em's going to try out for the jr. high team in the fall, so we figure it's good practice. She has fun.
Then there are the parents.
Today, the officiating was most definitely poor. Our girls lost a couple of points that were clearly in their favor and ended up losing the games. The refs were a couple of teenage girls that were rarely even looking at the BALL when the points were made. They were too busy checking to see if they looked cute. They deferred to the other coach. Arrgh. It was more upsetting because once the points were called wrong, the girls lost their momentum after doing fairly well up to that point. Mark (the coach) was good at the end of the game about pointing out that even if they had gotten those two points, they still lost by 10, so it wasn't anything to lose sleep over--they needed to concentrate on the big picture and not one part of the game. They went ahead and played the third game for practice and almost won--until more bad calling near the end of the game. The other coach seemed quite serious, and it was bizarre...her girls cheered much more after winning that game (the one that didn't really matter) than the first two that did.
BUT...
Here's the thing that annoyed me more. There was a particular mom from our team. I was sitting in front of her. Most of the parents were upset and muttering a bit, but she was loud and obnoxious. About the game. About the other kids wandering around. About everything. She was going on and on. And on. At one point, she said (something like), "I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE KIDS AND PARENTS THESE DAYS. IF I HAD GONE OUT IN MY PAJAMA PANTS AND MY UNDERWEAR SHOWING ON A SATURDAY MORNING, MY DAD WOULDA BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA ME. WE COULDN'T EVEN GO AROUND THE HOUSE IN BRA AND PANTIES IF HE WAS HOME. HE WOULDA BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA US. IF MY KIDS ACTED LIKE SOME OF THESE KIDS ARE ACTING, I'D BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM. AND THEY KNOW IT. THAT'S WHY MY KIDS ARE IN CONTROL. THEY KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE AND KNOW IF THEY AREN'T IN CONTROL, I'D BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM."
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
There's something quite lovely and refreshing about those calm, formal music competitions. First, they are few and far between. Second, most of the time we parents are simply listening proudly while the kids are playing concerts and sometimes competitions that they've worked toward really hard and for a really long time.
I'm a much better music mom. I haven't got the sports mom thing down yet. ;)
Then there are the parents.
Today, the officiating was most definitely poor. Our girls lost a couple of points that were clearly in their favor and ended up losing the games. The refs were a couple of teenage girls that were rarely even looking at the BALL when the points were made. They were too busy checking to see if they looked cute. They deferred to the other coach. Arrgh. It was more upsetting because once the points were called wrong, the girls lost their momentum after doing fairly well up to that point. Mark (the coach) was good at the end of the game about pointing out that even if they had gotten those two points, they still lost by 10, so it wasn't anything to lose sleep over--they needed to concentrate on the big picture and not one part of the game. They went ahead and played the third game for practice and almost won--until more bad calling near the end of the game. The other coach seemed quite serious, and it was bizarre...her girls cheered much more after winning that game (the one that didn't really matter) than the first two that did.
BUT...
Here's the thing that annoyed me more. There was a particular mom from our team. I was sitting in front of her. Most of the parents were upset and muttering a bit, but she was loud and obnoxious. About the game. About the other kids wandering around. About everything. She was going on and on. And on. At one point, she said (something like), "I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE KIDS AND PARENTS THESE DAYS. IF I HAD GONE OUT IN MY PAJAMA PANTS AND MY UNDERWEAR SHOWING ON A SATURDAY MORNING, MY DAD WOULDA BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA ME. WE COULDN'T EVEN GO AROUND THE HOUSE IN BRA AND PANTIES IF HE WAS HOME. HE WOULDA BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA US. IF MY KIDS ACTED LIKE SOME OF THESE KIDS ARE ACTING, I'D BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM. AND THEY KNOW IT. THAT'S WHY MY KIDS ARE IN CONTROL. THEY KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE AND KNOW IF THEY AREN'T IN CONTROL, I'D BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEM."
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
There's something quite lovely and refreshing about those calm, formal music competitions. First, they are few and far between. Second, most of the time we parents are simply listening proudly while the kids are playing concerts and sometimes competitions that they've worked toward really hard and for a really long time.
I'm a much better music mom. I haven't got the sports mom thing down yet. ;)
Friday, April 21, 2006
In the news
Yahoo News reported today:
Emotional Wiring Different in Men and Women.
Oh. my. goodness. Who knew? Gamazing.
And this one's for my friend Gail. ;)
TGIF!!!!
Emotional Wiring Different in Men and Women.
Oh. my. goodness. Who knew? Gamazing.
And this one's for my friend Gail. ;)
TGIF!!!!
Ryan Day
Just wanted to honor Ryan today with my latest favorite pics of him. He told me today he was giving up songwriting because he's so bad. I said, Okay. He said, "What?" and I said, "Let me know when you get back to it." :0)
We had a little talk today about songwriting in comparison to regular ol' writing--about writing everything down, and then prising out the good stuff. I thought it had helped, but apparently it made him quit instead.
I don't think it'll last. He's good, and that's what makes him question himself so much. If he were bad, he'd have no clue.
FYI...the top two pictures were when he and his buddy Nate dressed and performed as the Blues Brothers for a jazz band dinner dance at school. The last one is him in his natural environment--lots of trash, lots of dirty and clean clothes mixed together, and lots of musical instruments. It's scary how much this looks like my room as a teenager, only my room was throwing up books instead of instruments.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Happy 100 to me
Hey, I noticed on my editing page that my last post was my 100th here on julielayne. I've been at it almost a year and so that means I've averaged posting on here once every three days. See, I can stick with something, and wuddya know, it's writing. Snap! (Haha...don't you hate it when people like me [moms] use words like they [teenagers] do? I'm not even sure I used it correctly, but SNAP! I don't really care! Ppphhh.)
I've been neglecting this blog just a little in favor of An Audience of Me lately, but it's always like that with a new friend, isn't it? Okay, I'm scaring myself...talking as though a blog were a friend--especially when it's based on the fact that my multiple personalities are talking to my other one there. Hmm.
Just wanted to say that. I've got stuff to do. I'm going to...take a nap now.
FYI. April showers bring mold here in Texas. Me+mold=bad, bad combo. Itch. Scratch.
I've been neglecting this blog just a little in favor of An Audience of Me lately, but it's always like that with a new friend, isn't it? Okay, I'm scaring myself...talking as though a blog were a friend--especially when it's based on the fact that my multiple personalities are talking to my other one there. Hmm.
Just wanted to say that. I've got stuff to do. I'm going to...take a nap now.
FYI. April showers bring mold here in Texas. Me+mold=bad, bad combo. Itch. Scratch.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
This is lesson #1 ......Run
Check out this 4/4/06 USA Today news story:
Waiter rule story
Then this 2000 song:
Rule Number One
One day, you're the waiter.
Waiter rule story
Then this 2000 song:
Rule Number One
One day, you're the waiter.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Heather the Mighty
Oh, Heather, Heather, you are so smart! I was going to reply to your comment and tell the people how you saved my links, but I decided you were worthy of your own little post! For that, perhaps I'll refrain from teaching Ian the names for any more oscure body parts for a week or two. (We're still working on nostrils anyway.)
Duh...I usually make links out of words, but for some reason that day decided to include the whole link. I have now edited it and my links are miraculously back at home. For some reason, Blogger won't split a link into two lines, and it pushed everything on the right to the bottom of the page.
I don't have too many complaints about Blogger besides that, except that the other day I tried to use OpenID, which is a neat new deal where you can comment on other people's blogs that use other services with the identity you use at just about any other blog site. Blogger doesn't support that yet. Waah. OpenID is probably the Anti-Christ anyway. ;-)
Duh...I usually make links out of words, but for some reason that day decided to include the whole link. I have now edited it and my links are miraculously back at home. For some reason, Blogger won't split a link into two lines, and it pushed everything on the right to the bottom of the page.
I don't have too many complaints about Blogger besides that, except that the other day I tried to use OpenID, which is a neat new deal where you can comment on other people's blogs that use other services with the identity you use at just about any other blog site. Blogger doesn't support that yet. Waah. OpenID is probably the Anti-Christ anyway. ;-)
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Where oh where did my little links go?
I don't know what I did for sure, but I noticed that all my links have dropped down into the abyss at the bottom right of the page. They used to show up at the top right, as they do on An Audience of Me. I'm sure it's something I did when I set that blog up. I'll see if I can get that fixed soon. Mainly for me, so I can easily go to the other blogs I read! :)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Another truth is stranger than fiction news story
The headline jumped out at me from the Yahoo home page:
"Vietnam grapples with newfound weight issues"
I thought it looked like an interesting story, so I clicked to it (thus safely avoiding work for another five minutes!) I had to re-read the first few paragraphs several times to be sure I hadn't misread:
HANOI (AFP) - When La Huong Giang was a child, her mother struggled to find enough food to put on the table. Now a mother herself, Giang worries how to stop her daughter eating too much.
Eleven-year-old Hang has an insatiable appetite and already weighs 52 kilos (114 pounds) while standing 1.60 meters (5 ft 3ins) tall, one of an emerging generation of oversized children on Hanoi's streets.
(Full story here)
5'3" and 114 pounds?!?! Overweight?!?! Huh? I guess I need to go check out the recommended weight charts or see a picture of the poor girl, but this sounds quite normal to me, even given the current status of our own children in America being alarmingly overweight. My 12-year-old daughter is 5'5", and weighs about 110-115 pounds. She's weighed the same for months now as she has grown inches rapidly, but she has been anything but fat even when she was 5'2" or 5'3" at the same weight! People comment constantly about how she is so skinny. I just have a hard time seeing these numbers as accurately describing an "oversized" child. The article also talks about Vietnam's rapidly rising rates of diabetes and other health problems as a result of overweight, but I think they picked a bad example. I feel sorry for Hang, who shall among her friends forevermore be called "the one who was in a news story because she was so fat." Imagine the self-portraits in her head.
Weird stuff...
"Vietnam grapples with newfound weight issues"
I thought it looked like an interesting story, so I clicked to it (thus safely avoiding work for another five minutes!) I had to re-read the first few paragraphs several times to be sure I hadn't misread:
HANOI (AFP) - When La Huong Giang was a child, her mother struggled to find enough food to put on the table. Now a mother herself, Giang worries how to stop her daughter eating too much.
Eleven-year-old Hang has an insatiable appetite and already weighs 52 kilos (114 pounds) while standing 1.60 meters (5 ft 3ins) tall, one of an emerging generation of oversized children on Hanoi's streets.
(Full story here)
5'3" and 114 pounds?!?! Overweight?!?! Huh? I guess I need to go check out the recommended weight charts or see a picture of the poor girl, but this sounds quite normal to me, even given the current status of our own children in America being alarmingly overweight. My 12-year-old daughter is 5'5", and weighs about 110-115 pounds. She's weighed the same for months now as she has grown inches rapidly, but she has been anything but fat even when she was 5'2" or 5'3" at the same weight! People comment constantly about how she is so skinny. I just have a hard time seeing these numbers as accurately describing an "oversized" child. The article also talks about Vietnam's rapidly rising rates of diabetes and other health problems as a result of overweight, but I think they picked a bad example. I feel sorry for Hang, who shall among her friends forevermore be called "the one who was in a news story because she was so fat." Imagine the self-portraits in her head.
Weird stuff...
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