tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62886522011-08-30T06:15:29.955-04:00Find joy and revel.deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1122062149139868862005-07-22T15:55:00.000-04:002005-07-22T15:55:49.143-04:00

My dentist is a dirty old man. If you tell him this, he'll respond by saying "I'm not old". Now that I'm all growed up his sense of humour is perpetually in the gutter. This is slightly disconcerting because I've known him my whole life. He's a good dentist though. His grindstone filed down my chipped tooth. It's very odd to see a drill go into your mouth and for there to be no pain. There was no

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1121647827138258662005-07-17T20:49:00.000-04:002005-07-17T20:50:27.146-04:00

Apologies to Matt: this post will likely be entirely about Ultimate.I played six games with the Disciples of Love this weekend. I haven't played much competitive Ultimate this summer - my heavy drinking schedule and other sports get in the way - so I had some trepidation. More of the Disciples are becoming touring players, and despite my brief foray into varsity Ultimate I don't think of myself

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1121269658828788582005-07-13T11:47:00.000-04:002005-07-13T11:47:38.833-04:00

On Sunday there was an emergency call to arms. The signal of the triumvirate lit up the night sky and, like good little superheros, we ran to our friend's aid. Nothing can go wrong when TryHard, FemRage and Deadpan are on the case. There was a mandate for man-hate, and eating of feelings. Feelings taste like Butterfinger frosties and chili & cheese nachos. They're delicious. If anyone ever needs

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1121183234013425382005-07-12T11:47:00.000-04:002005-07-12T11:47:14.020-04:00

Dear Equality Low Fat Caramel Rice and Corn Cakes,You smell like feet. I'm sorry to break it to you, but you do. If I inhale as I bring you to my mouth, I gag. My relatively healthy combination of muesli, skim milk and a smattering of Nesquik cereal happened a long time ago this morning, and I am hungry. I hoped that your sweet caramel goodness would sustain me on my long hot walk, but then you

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1121112836333597572005-07-11T16:13:00.000-04:002005-07-11T16:13:56.340-04:00

Saturday was a nice night. It was dusk and there was to be intoxicated bowling. I had fallen asleep on the couch and awoke in a funk, debating with myself whether it would be worthwhile to leave the house. I convinced myself that a girl-date was in order and strapped on my rollerblades. There was beer in my backpack and a song in my heart. There was also a rattle in my right skate, but I ignored

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1120757967393429702005-07-07T13:39:00.000-04:002005-07-07T13:39:27.396-04:00

My body has a new habit of falling down. I suspect it's the fault of my brain, subliminally trying to teach me how to lay out. Falling down doesn't hurt that much (and that's on concrete). I suspect that laying out wouldn't hurt that much either, but I can't seem to do it. I need to learn to play a little harder (sing a little sweeter, love a little longer, shoot less with more care) but the

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1120488896969824442005-07-04T10:54:00.000-04:002005-07-04T10:54:56.973-04:00

My life is mostly out of boxes now. When did I accumulate so much stuff? My apartment in Toronto is still full of furniture and books and dishes, I'm not looking forward to that far-off day when I turn into some semblance of an adult and finally get my own semi-permanent place. I'm a bit torn as to the future, actually - I'll be living at home next summer (assuming I get a job in Toronto) because

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1119900699535171742005-06-27T15:20:00.000-04:002005-06-27T15:31:39.540-04:00

Let me introduce you to leo. Leo is an entity much-beloved and much misunderstood (or so i imagine). He is more of a drunken lout than i could ever hope to be (although my never-ender-bender may be giving him a run for his money). He paints, writes, rants and has an ever-loving propensity for nudity. But no more on leo for now - instead see what he has to say for himself. One more thing though:

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1119551088475309142005-06-23T14:23:00.000-04:002005-06-23T14:24:48.480-04:00

ok, so i'm not actually in lomond, i'm in edinburgh, but i had that song in my head the whole way down from arthur's seat.arthur's seat used to be a volcano. it's now dormant and basically just a big rocky hill that people climb to look at edinburgh. it was a good climb and way more interesting than the stairmaster. the exercise was a definite boon since my "oh, i'm backpacking, i'll lose some

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1119175132869114272005-06-19T05:56:00.000-04:002005-06-19T05:58:52.880-04:00

I keep blogging in my journal because I'm not always at a computer. For now though I have an hour until my train departs for Fota (I'm going to hang out with some wildlife today, because it's random) so here's the backlog of bloggery:June 11, Pearson Airport, 3:41 pmI'm sitting in the airport at Gate B7. It's quiet down here. Upstairs there are not too many people but there is a little girl

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1118951099739470602005-06-16T15:43:00.000-04:002005-06-16T15:44:59.746-04:00

Sorry for being such a blogging slacker, but I've been incredibly busy. London was amazing, if hectic... travelling in the UK is kind of surreal, because it's a lot like home with some random differences. And oh god, the £ kills me... i look at prices and they're the same as back home, except that the £ is worth like 3 times more than the $. I'm proud of my money-saving skillz though... in true

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1118694634692361742005-06-13T16:26:00.000-04:002005-06-13T16:30:34.696-04:00

Greetings from London! For once my LJ and blogger posts will be different because I have yet to discover how to copy and paste on these weird machines. Shoulda brought my laptop.Anyway this will be short as I'm paying for the time and the £ is expensive. I have a raging case of allergies + jetlag that makes me no fun some of the time. This means that I'm not going out drinking every night, and

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1118598795245380272005-06-12T13:52:00.000-04:002005-06-12T13:53:15.250-04:00

Just typed out 3 entries only to have them vanish. Bloody system. Having a smashing time though and entries need only be re-transcribed. More soon.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1118348748880859472005-06-09T16:25:00.000-04:002005-06-09T16:25:48.886-04:00

I've forgotten my headphones for the past two days. It's a tragedy. I find it difficult to read 95+ cases about discoverability when I can't rock out.Why am I such a slacker? I asked this of Rock Jesus today and he responded "Ask not why you are a slacker; ask why the world disapproves of the slacker lifestyle!" Sage advice. Unfortunately such ponderings do not make me work any harder (as

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1117997012472012872005-06-05T14:42:00.000-04:002005-06-05T14:43:32.476-04:00

i have a new thing, with the titles. i stole it from Wil Wheaton, who generally uses song titles as his blog titles. this way you can get a glimpse of my musical world. back in the days of Red Robot Parade, Kevin was known as Mr. Useless. Rock Jesus was sometimes called Useless the Elder. i, however, have surpassed both titles and shall now be known simply as Useless. think in terms of Prince and

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1117643272205583272005-06-01T12:27:00.000-04:002005-06-01T12:27:52.210-04:00

And we promise, our bark is much worse than our bite."That was the opening line of the Killers concert I saw last night. I think they were trying to be hardcore rock - but really, these boys seemed too nice to be hardcore. Especially once they played a track called "It's Indie Rock n' Roll for me". I mean, how cute is that? It was a love song to indie rock (although I'm not sure how indie the

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1117477684598740572005-05-30T14:24:00.000-04:002005-05-30T14:28:04.606-04:00

Finally, the hilarity is underway. Inspired by such sites at Overheard in New York, eavesdropping in London just got a lot more fun.Check us out online at Overheard at Western. Are you a UWO student? On campus? Hear something that should be shared with the world? Drop us a line at overheardatwestern@hotmail.com.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1117166197787782752005-05-26T23:56:00.000-04:002005-05-26T23:56:37.796-04:00

We went out for dinner and margaritas on Wednesday. According to my boss, the peach-flavoured margarita is the most efficient tequila delivery system. In case you were wondering. Anyway, we were talking about reality tv and the new fall line-up, when I was struck with a genius idea: Survivor for drug addicts.No really, think about it for a second. Place 20 drug addicts on an island somewhere.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1116871342128649312005-05-23T14:01:00.000-04:002005-05-23T14:02:22.136-04:00

I watched 10 minutes of Dawson's Creek this morning, and 4 hours of the OC yesterday. I'm a terrible wasteland of pop culture and I have a shameful addiction to teen angst. But here's the thing: I'm still full of angst, and I love it. My life hasn't been especially melodramatic recently, for which I'm kind of grateful... but somewhere inside me lurks a closet romantic who craves the big gesture,

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1116782860119095182005-05-22T13:27:00.000-04:002005-05-22T13:27:40.126-04:00

Once again, my life is too full. This week was a complete write-off. I had the dumbs - hardcore dumbs - for a couple of days, due to the excessive number of brain cells killed off by my social life. So now it's the long weekend and I'm supposed to be catching up on work. Instead I'm watching What a Girl Wants and procrastinating, as usual.Some highlights from the past week (even though my memory

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1116457823188478802005-05-18T19:09:00.000-04:002005-05-18T19:10:23.196-04:00

I’ve turned into one of those bloggers who don’t post. If this were any other summer, I’d be posting every day because I’d be bored every day. And while my productivity is entering a downward spiral, I tend to have guilt when I procrastinate at this job. Also, my life is full of fun, and I’m frequently too lazy to turn on my computer when I get home at 2 (or 3, or 4) a.m. A brief recap of the

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1115861497520272092005-05-11T21:30:00.000-04:002005-05-11T21:31:37.526-04:00

i went home for the weekend. steve was kind enough to drive mo and i to the bus station. in thanks, mo and i serenaded steve the whole time. how could anyone not want to drive us home? everything's fun when you live in a musical.i ate too much on the weekend. friday night was calamari and half a bottle of wine. saturday night was shrimp, lobster, crab, apple tart and half a bottle of wine. sunday

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1115779077502628402005-05-10T22:37:00.000-04:002005-05-10T22:37:57.506-04:00

so i'm watching television and trying to blog when sara starts singing "the right stuff". yup, some new kids on the block. have i mentioned that i love my house? and my life is a musical. it really is. everywhere i go people break into song. and before Chambers closed for construction there were daily dance parties. hourly, even. i'm having a dance party right now, actually. please, join me. on

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1115342904533092992005-05-05T21:27:00.000-04:002005-05-05T21:28:24.540-04:00

I love my job. Today I worked from 9:30 - 6:30 and the time totally flew by (of course, it was helped by a two-hour "introductory lunch"). I have a lot of work to do - but this is the first job I've had (maybe ever) with interesting work to do. I'm learning about the choice of law for unjust enrichment - which is mildly complicated, but using my brain is very exciting. Even though Leo thinks that

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1115173184703363982005-05-03T22:19:00.000-04:002005-05-03T22:19:44.716-04:00

My first year of law school is officially over. I won't have marks until the end of next week, which is almost too soon for my liking. On the other hand, I didn't fail anything (I say with over-confidence) and I never have to take Torts, Property, Constitutional, Criminal, Contracts or Ethics ever again.Endings are bitter-sweet. I'm beyond happy to be done, but the real world is looming

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1114648793689951852005-04-27T20:38:00.000-04:002005-04-27T20:39:53.690-04:00

First of all, for Jimmy:01). Total volume of music files on my computer?Not that much, actually... I'm wary of downloading viruses onto my laptop. It's my baby. Although once Bo and I have a nerd party, I'll have around 2 gigs. 02). The last CD I bought was ...The Slow Motions EP, by Eric.03a). The last song I listened to before writing this was ...Hard Candy - Counting Crows (although there was

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1114146583427377982005-04-22T01:09:00.000-04:002005-04-22T01:09:43.426-04:00

on the bus, i thought "wow. i don't know if i can do any more property. maybe i should go for a run."when i got home, i thought "i'm really tired. i don't know if i should run. but i can't stand property."i changed, laced my running shoes and left the house. as i crossed the front lawn i thought "well, if i'm too tired i can just run around the crescent and come back home."but then i jogged up a

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1114136223764689392005-04-21T22:16:00.000-04:002005-04-21T22:17:03.766-04:00

i used to think i knew things about the law of property. now i'm not so sure.group f keeps telling people that i'm good at property. i think they're putting too much stock in my negligible knowledge. the law of property is such that i understand everything perfectly when the professor makes a statement, and promptly lose any connection with that understanding the second i walk out of class or his

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113966671819316402005-04-19T23:10:00.000-04:002005-04-19T23:11:11.820-04:00

but legal ethics and professionaljism is so boring that i just can't help myself. i can't turn on the tv because (a) there is nothing good on, and (b) i'll get sucked in to watching crap for 4 hours. that or i'll just watch movies all night long. or (c) i'll watch 3 DVDs worth of Buffy season 3, because work is too boring to restrain myself.on the plus side, i've been listening to indie rock

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113947920034688262005-04-19T17:58:00.000-04:002005-04-19T17:58:40.036-04:00

yes, 5 more exams and my first year as a law student will be officially over. i'm having a bit of an issue with this whole passage of time thing... i know this is the general theme of my life (i'm sorry, i'm how old?) but every step i take seems to be propelling me toward the "real world". whatever the real world is i don't think i'm ready for it. for example, i'm not so much ready to spend my

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113658433382904272005-04-16T09:33:00.000-04:002005-04-16T09:33:53.386-04:00

is the title of an article by leah mclaren in today's globe & mail. i would link to it but the online version is restricted. by the by, when i google leah mclaren the first 10 or so hits are full of loathing for the columnist. there's even a weekly blog dedicated to the examination, analysis and ridicule of Canada's most inept "celebrity journalist". unfortunately, the blog is void of any

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113614917049369342005-04-15T21:27:00.000-04:002005-04-15T21:28:37.050-04:00

i went to school for 6 hours today. i had a study group meeting that i wasn't ready for and a review class that i was going to skip, until i realized that i didn't understand the law of property in land. i needed to print my summaries in order to make micro-summaries and do practice exams. i couldn't add money to my printing account and couldn't get change to add money to my copy card. frustrated

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113519746710138182005-04-14T19:01:00.000-04:002005-04-14T19:02:26.713-04:00

Yesterday was the last Denning night of the year. Overshare: adults professing a prediliction for schoolgirl uniforms. Wishful thinking: I wish I had a Twister mat right now. Funniest thing ever: Professor demonstrating belly-dancing moot competitor. Un-sexiest exit line: Check you later, dudes. Don wins the drunkest kid in Canada award. He danced on a table. My first year of law school is almost

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1113349764925647802005-04-12T19:49:00.000-04:002005-04-12T19:49:24.926-04:00

I'm supposed to be studying. Instead I check my email compulsively, exercise, eat, sleep and watch television. Having exams in April is a terrible idea. My body is starved for vitamin D and craves the outdoors all of the time. There are morning doves in our backyard and hawks in the sky. These are things I cannot see with my nose stuck in a book (or on my laptop). Mike saw an opossum last night.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1112846584643744592005-04-07T00:02:00.000-04:002005-04-07T00:03:04.643-04:00

I went to bed at 1:00 last night. "Five and a half hours of sleep", I thought - "that should be ok." In my dreams I was a girl detective. My sidekick was a talking cat and we were on a case about a bottle of wine. We rendezvous-ed in a little garden with a path made of stones and an iron table. It was 2:00 in the afternoon. I thought "oh, 2:00 - that's perfect! I don't have to be on the case

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1112742081096852312005-04-05T18:59:00.000-04:002005-04-05T19:01:21.096-04:00

Property is sucking the life out of me. Thankfully I am almost done parsing grants until exam time - which is good, because I have to catch up on other work. Unfortunately I'm still a busy-pants. I keep adding more extra-curriculars to my life and I'm a little bit worried that I'm going to burn out next year... but better burn-out from too much fun than too much work.I owe real posts about Wicked

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1112308098701444332005-03-31T17:27:00.000-05:002005-03-31T17:28:18.703-05:00

I was in the bathroom at the UCC today (university community centre) and this was printed in heavy black marker at the top of my stall: PLEASE DON'T EAT IN HERE. As I was washing my hands, I noticed that every single stall door had the same request written inside. Who eats in the bathroom? And who cares enough to ask people not to do so?When I was walking back to the Law building, a guy in front

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1112197065764364772005-03-30T10:37:00.000-05:002005-03-30T10:37:45.766-05:00

10 Things I've Done That You Probably Haven't (in chronological order)1. Performed the Polish sword dance2. Broken my nose - by walking into a lawnmower3. Appeared on the Dini Petty Show4. Fixed my eyesight - by falling on my head5. Voted "most likely to appear on the cover of crackwhore magazine"6. Broken my foot - by dancing7. Appeared in Mean Girls8. Attended a taping of the Toronto Show9.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1112121973406948472005-03-29T13:45:00.000-05:002005-03-29T13:46:13.410-05:00

Sick, again. Why? Why hath my immune system forsaken me? This isn't even the good kind of sick where I want to eat all the time - it's the kind where cottage cheese and toast make me full for hours so I can't even eat free cake.But enough whining. The weather is finally gorgeous and my new fitness regime of walking to and from school is so far so good. I'm excited to start biking once my fitness

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1111981085175855772005-03-27T22:36:00.000-05:002005-03-27T22:38:05.176-05:00

Eric and Jon make up holidays that coincide with real holidays. Rickmas-Jonaka was the first to be created, and in keeping with undermining Judeo-Christianity, Deceaster was born. It is a celebration of death and decay. Its mascot is Gustav the Deceaster Skunk, who swears like a sailor and humps farmer's daughters. It's centrepiece dish is roast leg of wild muskox (accompanied by stuffed peppers,

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1111541259044632232005-03-22T20:27:00.000-05:002005-03-22T20:27:39.046-05:00

Today was careers day. As usual, our career services woman was totally incompetent (hi, we're planning an event for 300 people but we'll only provide 60 chairs at the panels), but the day wasn't a total waste. I missed the panel I really wanted to go to (who starts these things 15 minutes after a class?) but that's ok. I have so much literature about Toronto firms it's not even funny. And I

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1111446880180860332005-03-21T18:14:00.000-05:002005-03-21T18:14:40.180-05:00

I have my life back, but it's full of workiness. The musical was last night and it was AWESOME. There were some scares along the way - we got the theatre for the first time at 8:00 yesterday morning, and our first run-through took 6 hours... but the dress rehearsal was good and the performance was even better. Everyone worked super-hard and it definitely showed. There are some awesomely talented

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1111279921138073102005-03-19T19:51:00.000-05:002005-03-19T19:52:01.140-05:00

Today I was astonishingly productive. We spring-cleaned the house (I can actually see my floor for the first time in weeks) and went shopping and house hunting... and we now officially have a house for the next 2 years. It's only 2 blocks away from where we currently live, and we don't move in until June... but I want to move in NOW. I hate moving but I love newness and it's going to be fun to

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1111160453327935352005-03-18T10:40:00.000-05:002005-03-18T10:40:53.330-05:00

I really like haiku. It's deceptively simple. There's a law school cultural magazine called Res Ipsa Loquitur. It comes out once a year and one of the law firms sponsors the following competitions: Haiku, Short Prose, Photography. I couldn't sleep last night so I lay in bed and composed haikus. If I win I get $100. Second place gets $75 and third place gets $50. How awesome is that? Here are my

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This post was supposed to go up 2 days ago, but blogger has been having some issues.The moot is over. It was good and I didn't make the finals, which I'm happy about. I look up too much and I don't have enough personal investment in my arguments. Mental note: stop looking at moots like exercises and pretend you're actually representing a client. Feedback was positive - my substantive law isn't

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Law school is interesting. I now know more than I ever expected to about the process of producing oncomice, and whether non-human mammals are patentable. And I still have 65 pages of reading to wade through.I've also decided that stress gets me nowhere and I should strive to be as laid-back as possible. Yesterday I was a stress-monkey and I decided to go out and relieve some stress. The plan

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Why do I sign up for so many things? Why do I let my choices stress me out? I think there's something in the air these days because everyone seems to be bogged down with stress. Mostly my stress is related to extra-curriculars - the musical is in 9 days and next week we have rehearsal every night - except Thursday, when there's the final from the moot and a dinner and a take-home exam. Oh yeah,

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1110155009324600172005-03-06T19:23:00.000-05:002005-03-06T19:23:29.326-05:00

what is up with the cold viruses in london? i swear i haven't ever been sick this often. and the problem with colds is: they don't knock you on your ass quite enough to completely avoid life for a while. so i've been half-avoidy and mostly grumpy for the past couple of days.on friday i scarpered from school back to the t-dot for a few hours. it was public interest day for law students - basically

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1109737400100159642005-03-01T23:22:00.000-05:002005-03-01T23:23:20.100-05:00

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

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because the thought of opening my torts book is anathema right now, and my room is mostly clean...These books have all been banned at some point in time. I've read the ones in bold. Which have YOU read? (Note to self: read more of these books)#1 The Bible#2 Huckleberry Finn#3 Don Quixote#4 The Koran#5 Arabian Nights#6 Tom Sawyer#7 Gulliver's Travels#8 Canterbury Tales#9 The Scarlet Letter#10

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Things seem to be falling into place. I like law school a lot more than I ever thought I would, for a lot of reasons that I won't bother to list here. One of them is that I'm good at law school. And I know that sounds horrible, but don't most people enjoy things more when they're good at them? Most of the things I like to do I'm at least OK at. I can conversate (it's the new conversing); make

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So 80s night happened after all. I wasn't going to go out, since I was frozen and melancholy, but then mo told me she was putting her hair in a side ponytail and I got excited about life again. Frightening new discovery: I can assemble approximately 10 different 80s outfits based on the contents of my closet. My wardrobe mostly consists of things bought in the last 5 years - 10 at the outside.

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Nothing is my response to everything these days. Everything being the question "what's up?" Basically, this post serves the purpose of telling everyone how boring my life is. Even 80s night is being called off on account of the cold and lack of critical mass. Ooooh, maybe we can do 80s night when the T Dot people come to visit.80s night = invading random bar of our choice dressed to the 80s nines

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I can't sleep lately. I keep waking up at 5 am in a panic about... nothing. At least nothing that I can think of. The February blahs are in full swing, but my seasonal affective disorder doesn't normally cause the night terrors.I'm marginally stressed out about being behind - we haven't even been back for two weeks and already I'm behind - but usually school doesn't make me sweat this much. I am

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So it's Sunday, and I'm much less hungover than I expected to be. Of course, my general good-health and liver functionality isn't preventing me from procrastinating as much as possible. So far today I've watched Godsend, which was a bizarre combination of the Butterfly Effect and Identity, but not horrible. I'm currently engaged in The Perfect Score, which is yet another half-decent teen movie

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So I haven't posted in a while, but that's because the first week back has felt like two months. Here's the quick synopsis.8:00 am classes suck. They suck the big one, but I will keep going... despite the fact that I never feel like I'm learning anything. Maybe I should stop doing the readings before class... but then I'll never do the readings, so I guess I'll just continue to be monstrously

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No, not the terrible skateboard movie (although it does feature Adam Brody), but "back to the grind". Yup, homework. Thankfully my Torts prof is still in New Zealand, postponing the pain of class participation... but I still have to learn about criminal negligence and the charter by tomorrow. I also have to memorize all of my lines for "Law Miserables", because we have rehearsal tomorrow night.

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So I'm back in London with a whole season of Buffy to watch - why do I do this? I'm supposed to be doing work, that's why I came back early - and totally relaxed after two awesome nights at the spa. Oh, the spa. My mom sprung for a getaway at the Inn on the Twenty. The inn is in Jordan Village, which is pretty and wee and full of friendly people. The suite was awesome - jacuzzi, marble,

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I think the comfort zone that is home and people who've known me forever erases my ability to edit myself. I have no trouble telling people secrets that I'm not supposed to know, or admitting to my embarrassing past behaviour (Manuary and cage dancing and my burgeoning law school rep), or calling myself "tarty". Even if it's true. But I guess that's kind of the point of having old friends -

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law school makes people crazy... take the WHAT INTENTIONAL TORT ARE YOU test. and go to mewing.net. because law school made laura do this.

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Check out my response to a fondue party invite: i am sad, i cannot come i will be in the london that is because law school's dumb it makes me read and learn things (some) i hope the fondue-ing is fun think of me and drink some rum. I'm hilarious. New back-up career list: 1. Professional bowler 2. Guerilla comic poet 3. Gorilla 4. Free-word-associative-guy

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Reading Week so far: Saturday night went out with Shireen and a bunch of her friends from Mac. Originally I wasn't going to go because I felt headachy and wanted to stay on the couch, but I've decided that I need to push myself to do things I don't want to, especially when there's the possibility that I could have fun. So off I went to play with one person I knew and a whole bunch of randoms.

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It's so sweet to be on vacation. Once the moot was done I watched some TV and felt antsy the whole time because I wasn't working. Then I had a nap and the ants went away. The moot went surprisingly well. I felt under-prepared going into it, because I had only practiced my submissions twice - and despite my 12 hours in the library yesterday, I was convinced that my research wasn't up to snuff. I

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The above is the title of a book I got for Christmas. It's by Chuck Klosterman, and you can read this interview with him to get a taste of what he's like. I alternately loved and loathed the book, and I wanted to post about it immediately after reading it. Unfortunately, I've read 20-odd books since I read this one, not to mention immeasurable cases about the Occupiers' Liability Act, so I need

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I have no sense of time. I've only been back in London for three weeks and it feels like two months. It might be because my social life has been more packed than it was for most of November & December. The problem I'm having with this social life is that now I'm addicted to it. Sloth girl is now mixed in equal parts with Party girl, meaning that my ideal day is now this: Sleep: 8 hours (minimum)

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1106164511325245972005-01-19T14:54:00.000-05:002005-01-19T14:55:11.326-05:00

Why do we have mucus? I mean really, our bodies are gross enough without yuck in our noses. Ok, so there's a good reason for mucus - nasal secretions contain antibodies that act against viruses and carry them out of the body - but does it have to involve so much sneezing? I get whiny when I have a cold. In other news, my memo is almost done. Surprisingly, I have a page to spare - which means

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so now i'm sick, and backing out of all my commitments (which involve singing and outdoor football, so really, i shouldn't do those things when i'm sick), and i haven't finished the memo yet. instead i DREAM about the memo and wake up in a panic/stupor because i've dreamt cases that don't actually exist. fantastic.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1105930677044774902005-01-16T21:57:00.000-05:002005-01-16T21:57:57.043-05:00

which means that i have no creativity. so, as a last resort and procrastination tool, i'm pleased to once again offer my viewing audience some random quizzes. the memo is making me insane and it's possible i will only be able to write about occupiers liability/rylands v fletcher liability for the next 4 days... But in the meantime: THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT

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The marks went up on Friday, and I will not be failing out of law school. I am quite pleased. Now I can apply for a job and not be embarrassed. Once again, I'm amazed at my capacity to pull academic goodness out of thin air, and overwhelmingly grateful for it. I'm not entirely sure where this test-taking ability comes from, but I'm sure not going to argue with it. Nor am I going to argue with my

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1105671296621715512005-01-13T21:54:00.000-05:002005-01-13T21:54:56.620-05:00

Awesome. The one exam I had this term that was worth 100% of my mark? C-, baby. Which I think equates to "fail" once you take away the curve. Oh well, at least my prediction was totally on target. And I didn't fail, and who the fuck cares about the Foundations of Canadian Law, anyway? It's interesting and all, but I doubt I'll ever have to use it in court, or wherever. Sigh. I'm not that upset

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School girl? Not me. My new alter ego is "sloth girl". My goal is to laze about in my PJs for as long as humanly possible, while pretending to work and forcing Sara to watch 5 episodes of Firefly with me. After 3 days of getting up at 6 am, today my body protested and I didn't get up until 11:30. Tomorrow I need to get back on the wagon, but today it's sloth girl to the rescue! Except there will

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i'm in a funk. i got up at 6:30 and spent 4.5 hours working on my memo outline, which was due at 11:30. i meant to go to school and work and work out and pick up my STINT assignment, but i'm too lazy and blue to go anywhere. instead i'm still in my PJs and i watched 3 episodes of buffy and i'm seriously considering spending the rest of the day on the couch. i haven't had a blue day in a while

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1105301794398960502005-01-09T15:16:00.000-05:002005-01-09T15:16:34.396-05:00

I've been partying for 5 straight days, and I can't do it anymore. I'm glad that January has turned out to be fun month, but I'm getting old and fun is exhausting. On Tuesday we had a girl's night out, complete with dinner feasts and martinis. Wednesday night was coffee and desserts - I keep swinging from alcohol overload to sugar overload, neither of which are good for my liver or pancreas. Also

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Ah, evaluation... I got one exam back. I got a B+. I am happy, but also strangely ambivalent. For those not in the know, B+s are good in the schooling of law. As are rare. I feel kind of bad though, because I told a few people, and then today at lunch one of my friends asked if any of us got a B+. He wants to read my exam so I told him (and therefore everyone else there) what I got... ugh. I hate

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Having just returned to the L-Dot from the T-Dot, and because I'm procrastinating to the max, I figure it's time for a good old-fashioned show-down. Yup, London v. Toronto. There are boundless areas for comparison... but here are just a few. POSSE OUT My Toronto has two major "crews": UTSers and TCCers. Both groups of friends have known me since I was at least 11 and seeing them always feels

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Resolutions: 1. Learn to play my guitar for real. 2. Floss more. 3. Actually wear my TMJ-fixer. Highlights (of my winter vacation)(order means nothing): 1. Great conversations with people I adore. 2. Sleep. 3. Gaining 10 pounds due to constant food consumption. 4. Christmas dinner AND New Year's Day dinner. 5. New Year's Day dinner leftovers. 6. Rickmas Jonaka (aka goose & absinthe day). 7.

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i have now officially entered the laze-about phase of my winter vacation. i've been watching all the crap-tacular movies tmn on demand has to offer. christmas eve was spent watching such cinematic triumphs as "view of terror", a predictable canadian-made film starring shannen doherty. this movie is so mundane it doesn't even have a website. next on the viewing line-up was Broken Lizard's Club

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1103822133556069222004-12-23T13:15:00.000-05:002004-12-23T12:15:33.556-05:00

last night i had a dream. i probably had more than one, but i only remember one. i was sitting in one of the svb classrooms at western. we were having a law class - like legal research, writing, and advocacy, but not. we were reading poems that we had to write law papers on (who knew?). most people just got up and read their poems. then all of a sudden the front of the classroom opened up to

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so i got home from dinner with jane to find yet ANOTHER box of chocolate on the counter. this box is starting the second pile of chocolate boxes. i think my mom's colleagues are out to make us fat. i mean really, what's up with that? i shudder to think what my visa bill is going to look like after this vacation. and i still harbor hopes of going away for reading week... oh lord, i must be out of

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1103509479741226802004-12-19T21:23:00.000-05:002004-12-19T21:24:39.740-05:00

Love the lovely quizzes... Which is more accurate? Or are they both? You scored as Euterpe. You are Euterpe, the muse of music. You are an inventor, and you constantly come up with new ideas. You are happy when everyone else is happy. (Which of the Greek Muses are you? Created with QuizFarm.com) The Scottish selkie was a being who appeared to be a seal, but had the ability to shed their skin

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I like the holidays. I like singing in the TCC Xmas concert, even though it gives me a headache from lack of sleep. I like learning that Clare Fraser is a TCC stud, and that David Sexsmith thought he was a girl. I love choir folk. I like that I finished my exams a scant two days ago and already they feel a month away. I also like that I remember NOTHING (even though I had a dream about the ex

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1103174873036648922004-12-16T01:27:00.000-05:002004-12-16T00:28:56.510-05:00

I think there might be something wrong with me... Because I keep hearing second-hand of various peoples' law school exam-related stress. I'm beginning to worry that I have too little stress. Which is probably a good indication that there is something wrong with me, because that's abnormal in itself. But I keep thinking that I did ok on my first five exams. Not spectacularly well, but ok enough

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1103046325412634312004-12-14T13:44:00.000-05:002004-12-14T12:45:25.413-05:00

I am tired of... 1. writing exams. i only have two left but studying is now total anathema. My foundations of canadian law exam yesterday totally bit the big one. It's entirely possible that I failed it. I don't think I've ever failed an exam before, and certainly not one worth 100% of my final grade. However it sounds like lots of people also had trouble, so I'm hoping that the curve will save

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1102869422913449652004-12-12T11:36:00.000-05:002004-12-12T11:38:00.353-05:00

Ah, quizzes...

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Because almost anything is better than memorizing 57 pages of notes about English kings:1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:Brake hand on the other side.2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: The arm of my swanky black leather couch3. What is the last thing you watched on TV: Buffy (the hormonal house episode)4.

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1102822350628856342004-12-11T22:32:00.000-05:002004-12-11T22:32:30.626-05:00

Some things make me grumpy. Like Wednesday last week, when I came home and discovered that every room I use in our house was messy. That made me grumpy. But then Sara came home and helped me clean, so I felt better. Today I came back to Toronto (for rehearsal tomorrow). My plan was to get off the bus, go to the Eaton Centre, check my stuff, and shop for a while before meeting my mom. Steps one

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Exams completed = 3. Exams remaining = 3. I'm loving it. It occurred to me today how astounding it is that I'm capable of writing exams. With the exception of contracts, I've been walking into classrooms genuinely feeling like I know very little. Then I turn over the exam, read it, think "oh god, I'm screwed". Then I re-think and generate about 3 issues that need addressing. Then I spend

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1102552392179152382004-12-08T19:32:00.000-05:002004-12-08T19:33:12.180-05:00

Two exams down, four to go. Criminal was a bit of a curveball, because it was about regulatory offences instead of murder. Contracts, however - I rocked contracts. I like it. It's very straightforward and I think I talked about all the important things. And even if everyone else rocked contracts, I feel confident that I'll get a B. My life is boring right now, but I went to boxfit and had a nap

deadpanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189758672734458787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288652.post-1102444080762150642004-12-07T13:27:00.000-05:002004-12-07T13:28:00.763-05:00

Michelle earned herself the title of "school girl" a while ago. Why? Because she developed into a dedicated student. Studious; disciplined; hard-working. I have never been school girl. I always study for exams the night before. Sometimes I learn the entire course the night before, because I skip class on a regular basis. But now I'm in law school, and skipping class (while tempting) makes things

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I had a study group meeting at 9 am. This meant that I got very little sleep last night, but as usual I won't feel exhausted until tomorrow. My study group is saving my life. I feel totally honoured that they asked me to join, because they're all smart and funny and nice and hard-working (and I might be two of those things on a good day). Their summaries are perfection - they aren't concise, but

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So I was checking my email and there was an ad for Date.ca. Occasionally I scope out these sites. Purely for entertainment value, mind you - I much prefer meeting my future booty calls in person. So I'm scrolling along, and who should I come across but a fellow law student? He's in third year. I don't know him personally, but he was our client for the client counselling competition. He's looking

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Today's sequence of events: 6:45 am: Wake up. Think: Fuck it, I'm not going to Criminal. There's no way I'll be able to shower/dress/eat and still catch the bus. 7:15 am: Successfully clean and clothed. Managed to pack a breakfast and lunch and catch the bus. 8:00 am: Criminal. Who schedules classes at 8 am? This has boggled my mind all term. 9:00 am: Criminal ends one hour early. Think: Why did

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Woohoo! A pair of jeans that I used to enjoy, but which haven't fit me for the past year or so, fits again. I love exercise. Some other good things that have happened recently: - I got approved for a line of credit. Now I can pay my rent until my tax refund comes in. - I clean when I'm procrastinating. My room hasn't been this tidy since I moved in. - I exercise when I'm procrastinating. This is

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Moustache contest Sorry. The results are in. Steve Green won the competition, with a colonial American cotton-pickin' plantation moustache. What is a colonial American cotton-pickin' plantation moustache, you ask? You need to have red-blonde hair. Your hair should grow on your face. It should grow on the side of your face, in the so-called side-burns. Then your sideburns should join your

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When I got home yesterday, Bo and Brian came in search of cake. I provided cake and ice cream. Then we spent half an hour putting icing penises on cupcakes. I love my house. A couple of quotations from the evening: "Sara, do you have anything else for me to lick?" "Your balls are too big." "Your penis looks like a cannon." "Oh yeah? Yours looks like a dog bone." "Just pretend it's

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Kickboxing is perhaps the best workout I've ever had in my entire life. However, it costs $50 a month that I don't have... so I'm going to start doing the classes on campus and see what I think. If I like them, I'll do classes and join the cardio annex instead, which costs $20 a month and is a 5-minute walk from school, or a 7-minute bus ride from home. If I ever have money and time though, I'm

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I haven't posted in a while, mostly because my love affair with my computer has come to an end. When you start spending between 5-8 hours daily on your computer, it becomes less fun. As well, I'm developing bizarre stress-avoidance syndromes. For example, I'm only capable of eating at home. When I'm at school, nothing is appetizing except for dry cereal. The upside of this quirk is that I'm

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It's been an eventful couple of days. After a thoroughly enjoyable and reasonably productive weekend, the week started with a bang. Yesterday I competed in a trial advocacy competition called the Cherniak Cup. My job was to conduct the examination-in-chief of our witness (representing the defendant) and the closing statement. I think I spent way too much time on this project (especially

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I can't sleep. I'm not hungry. I can't focus. Ok, enough whining. I WILL do homework one of these hours... and I have a cupcake upstairs with my name on it. :) I've decided to be Cheetara for Halloween. All I need to do is buy some face paint and a Thundercats t-shirt. Here's to an excuse to go shopping! This is the funniest mass email I've ever seen: This email is mainly directed to the

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I just saw The Grudge, with Sarah Michelle Gellar. It wasn't as scary as I had hoped it would be. What WAS scary is how much older I felt than a vast majority of the audience. Did we used to talk that much in movie theatres? As an elder, I felt disrespected. The guy at the end of our row even complained, and the theatre sent staff in to monitor the kids' behaviour for a while... it didn't make

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