Say Something About This
The cake is a lie.
[citation needed]
29 December 2009 @ 08:54 am
20 October 2009 @ 09:43 am
I know my burleque review posts read like ad copy. Well, I can't help it, I only write them when I'm impresed enough to type stuff after getting home at 4 a.m., instead of flopping into bed.
Last night was Original Cyn Burlesque. I hadn't been in about 2 months, and I really needed to get out. My sweet and lovely friend Victoria joined me gave a definitely positive multiplier to the awesome.
The show was on fire from, quite literally, the first notes The show was on fire from, quite literally, the first notes of Mary Cyn's opening act. Totally bypassing the thinking part of my briain, they reached into my upper spinal column, and from the preverbal soup therein elicited a cry of, "Oh, FUCK yeah!" before I was conscious of it being... "Dig up Her Bones"!
Forget for the moment that Ms. Cyn deservedly bears the title "The Best Ass in Burlesque." Forget the dead-girl-in fishnets look she was sporting*. Forget that she is basically a living jello shot of sex. DIG UP HER fucking BONES! (Yes, yes, I know... it is to post-Danzig Misfits as "Smoke on the Water" is to Deep Purple. So what? Where do you EVER hear it without trying to?!)
Ms. Cyn has done this to me once before. A few months ago, she stepped out -- again on the bar, maybe there's a pattern here -- as the first notes reached into my brain and saying, "Here comes the goods!" pulled out an "Oh, FUCK yeah!" before I was even conscious it was Alice Cooper's "You're My Temptation." (Again, where do you hear that? Other than my apartment, which most of you have never been in?)
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. She won't get me a third time: I have officially dropped all assumption of limits to her Powers of Awesome.
Magdalena Fox. I don't know what this woman's been doing, but this makes twice in a row that I've seen her after she apparently took a level in Baddass. She was never unimpressive, but now I swear that she's some kind of cyborg, and keeps getting piston upgrades about the hips and abs. (She sported a pair of new tattoos since last I saw her, as well -- maybe these are the source of her power.) this is all ignoring the fuckyeahness of her Sandman act (Gaiman meets Metallica FTW!) -- I'll never look at Morpheus the same way again.
Which, in combination with Misfits, prompts me to pimp this:
(Okay, that was totally gratuitous. Danzig wasn't even in the Misfits for Dig up Her Bones. I just <3 that video.)
Victoria Privates' tribute to Silent Hill was... Creepy. Funny. And creepy. Even while I was looking at the rubber bands on the rubber mask from two feet away, it was creepy. That takes some doing.
Apathy Angel. I distinctly remember, the first time I saw this woman perform, quipping to Ms. Cyn, "She's like a cat and a snake had a baby." I stand by this. (In fact, the last time I saw her perform, she did so, very effectively, as a cat.) One of my all-time favorite gogo artists.
Ms. Cyn closed, as always. Trademark campy commentary on the state of mass horror entertainment. (It was a little like watching an actual teen horror movie, only actually funny, with more and better skin, and costing 2 hours and $12.50 less.)
As usual, the host gets rearward mention, on the basis of having an offensive lack of boobs. But the Reverend Burke Heffner was part of the brilliance. I'd never seen him perform before -- I've always happened to missed his shows until now; ever again. I can't find words to explain his act without it sounding lame -- because he takes the sort of thing many have done unimpressively, and infuses it with genius. Well worth the wait.
Bonus, I won the raffle. Double bonus, I effectively won everything -- the previous winner took the cookies and flogger option, but shared the cookies nd I already won a flogger last April. Which left me with a ticket for Hotsy Totsy Burlesque and Shaffer the Darklord's Manslaughterer CD, which I'm going to pop into the drive in about 90 seconds and listen to repeatedly for the next 4 days.
* No necro.
Last night was Original Cyn Burlesque. I hadn't been in about 2 months, and I really needed to get out. My sweet and lovely friend Victoria joined me gave a definitely positive multiplier to the awesome.
The show was on fire from, quite literally, the first notes The show was on fire from, quite literally, the first notes of Mary Cyn's opening act. Totally bypassing the thinking part of my briain, they reached into my upper spinal column, and from the preverbal soup therein elicited a cry of, "Oh, FUCK yeah!" before I was conscious of it being... "Dig up Her Bones"!
Forget for the moment that Ms. Cyn deservedly bears the title "The Best Ass in Burlesque." Forget the dead-girl-in fishnets look she was sporting*. Forget that she is basically a living jello shot of sex. DIG UP HER fucking BONES! (Yes, yes, I know... it is to post-Danzig Misfits as "Smoke on the Water" is to Deep Purple. So what? Where do you EVER hear it without trying to?!)
Ms. Cyn has done this to me once before. A few months ago, she stepped out -- again on the bar, maybe there's a pattern here -- as the first notes reached into my brain and saying, "Here comes the goods!" pulled out an "Oh, FUCK yeah!" before I was even conscious it was Alice Cooper's "You're My Temptation." (Again, where do you hear that? Other than my apartment, which most of you have never been in?)
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. She won't get me a third time: I have officially dropped all assumption of limits to her Powers of Awesome.
Magdalena Fox. I don't know what this woman's been doing, but this makes twice in a row that I've seen her after she apparently took a level in Baddass. She was never unimpressive, but now I swear that she's some kind of cyborg, and keeps getting piston upgrades about the hips and abs. (She sported a pair of new tattoos since last I saw her, as well -- maybe these are the source of her power.) this is all ignoring the fuckyeahness of her Sandman act (Gaiman meets Metallica FTW!) -- I'll never look at Morpheus the same way again.
Which, in combination with Misfits, prompts me to pimp this:
(Okay, that was totally gratuitous. Danzig wasn't even in the Misfits for Dig up Her Bones. I just <3 that video.)
Victoria Privates' tribute to Silent Hill was... Creepy. Funny. And creepy. Even while I was looking at the rubber bands on the rubber mask from two feet away, it was creepy. That takes some doing.
Apathy Angel. I distinctly remember, the first time I saw this woman perform, quipping to Ms. Cyn, "She's like a cat and a snake had a baby." I stand by this. (In fact, the last time I saw her perform, she did so, very effectively, as a cat.) One of my all-time favorite gogo artists.
Ms. Cyn closed, as always. Trademark campy commentary on the state of mass horror entertainment. (It was a little like watching an actual teen horror movie, only actually funny, with more and better skin, and costing 2 hours and $12.50 less.)
As usual, the host gets rearward mention, on the basis of having an offensive lack of boobs. But the Reverend Burke Heffner was part of the brilliance. I'd never seen him perform before -- I've always happened to missed his shows until now; ever again. I can't find words to explain his act without it sounding lame -- because he takes the sort of thing many have done unimpressively, and infuses it with genius. Well worth the wait.
Bonus, I won the raffle. Double bonus, I effectively won everything -- the previous winner took the cookies and flogger option, but shared the cookies nd I already won a flogger last April. Which left me with a ticket for Hotsy Totsy Burlesque and Shaffer the Darklord's Manslaughterer CD, which I'm going to pop into the drive in about 90 seconds and listen to repeatedly for the next 4 days.
* No necro.
bouncy21 June 2009 @ 02:20 pm
He: "I mean, I can't imagine ordering a PBR. If it came down to a PBR or a Budweiser, though, I'd rather have the PBR. At least there's beer in there and not..."
Me: "Piss?"
He: "Actually piss tastes a lot better than Budweiser.
::pause::
Me: "Nope. Still haven't cracked the TMI barrier."
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Feeling Like: 
awake
awake16 June 2009 @ 02:30 pm
Hey, all. Yeah, I know, you never see me here. I'm another defector to Facebook, I guess. Seriously, I'll try to waste a little less time there and a little more here.
Anyway, for the 5 or so of you who aren't Facebook friends as well, and so haven't already read this:
I finally got my webcomic up! The Orignal Cyn Webcomic starts here: http://originalcyn.seanminer.com/?id=1 and in theory will update M-W-F.
Those of you not interested in the NYC burlesque scene may find it less than optimally interesting, but hey, it's still seminaked hotties with superpowers, and how can that go wrong? Works for Marvel.
Anyway, for the 5 or so of you who aren't Facebook friends as well, and so haven't already read this:
I finally got my webcomic up! The Orignal Cyn Webcomic starts here: http://originalcyn.seanminer.com/?id=1 and in theory will update M-W-F.
Those of you not interested in the NYC burlesque scene may find it less than optimally interesting, but hey, it's still seminaked hotties with superpowers, and how can that go wrong? Works for Marvel.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: None
21 April 2009 @ 01:39 pm
It's not that I can't hold my liquor.
It's only three beers
but three beers times three a.m.
is nine beers...
or nine a.m.
o God,
I need to sleep
parenthetical aside
I want to get a toilet
that shows how much one's peed;
I'd feel like I'm accomplishing something.
parenthetical close
It's only three beers
but three beers times three a.m.
is nine beers...
or nine a.m.
o God,
I need to sleep
parenthetical aside
I want to get a toilet
that shows how much one's peed;
I'd feel like I'm accomplishing something.
parenthetical close
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
19 April 2009 @ 07:23 pm
"I've been busy. Not been posting here.
::cricketchirp::
Yes, I've been gone for awhile.
No, I didn't expect you had.
Anyway, I've made a Facebook fan page for my writing, for the two of you who care:
Sean Miner fan page
Up now: "Beast" and Cannibal Love Poems.
::cricketchirp::
Yes, I've been gone for awhile.
No, I didn't expect you had.
Anyway, I've made a Facebook fan page for my writing, for the two of you who care:
Sean Miner fan page
Up now: "Beast" and Cannibal Love Poems.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: None
01 April 2009 @ 10:26 am
It speaks poorly of the NY Post that they were the giveaway for this prank:
slyypper: so I read in the New York Post today that the city council is passing a special resolution repealing the "pastie ordinance".
captainscorpio: They are???
slyypper: it was in the Page Six section. great cartoon.
captainscorpio: Wow, I should have shouted that out months ago.
captainscorpio: A great cartoon on page 6 of the post? Ah. April Fool's indeed
slyypper: aw heckfire.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Feeling Like: 
amused
amusedListening To: Land Before Time cast, "I Feel So Happy" (not my choice)
09 March 2009 @ 02:58 pm
All those reading this who can make it to the LES tomorrow night are strongly encouraged to do so. Cheap, live entertainment by the most entertaining of entertainers.
Seriously, folks. Juliet Jeske, who I've raved about here before -- and for whom I've recently gone from fan to fanboy -- will be hosting in the persona of The Angry Irish Lass, with a special performance of The Whores of Dublin:
NOW how much would you pay?
But wait! Miss Mary Cyn is doing her St. Paddy's act, which I've not seen and don't need to in order to know it will be worth seeing. Also Kat Mandu, Jasmine Blushes, Sizzle Dizzle, Miss Kissy Wishes and a special appearance by Hard Corey. Raffle will be held forMs. Cyn's Princess Sunshine's fuckawesome homemade cookies.
All for the low, low price of $8 at the door; impress Joe the Shark by greeting him by name without having met him! He'll think you're psychic! Seriously, this beats the price of a movie, and is bound to be more entertaining. Hell, my time finding all the links in this post was worth that, right? Right?
Come on by.
P.S.: I know which of you live in the metro area, and if you don't show I'm going to demand an explanation.
Seriously, folks. Juliet Jeske, who I've raved about here before -- and for whom I've recently gone from fan to fanboy -- will be hosting in the persona of The Angry Irish Lass, with a special performance of The Whores of Dublin:
NOW how much would you pay?
But wait! Miss Mary Cyn is doing her St. Paddy's act, which I've not seen and don't need to in order to know it will be worth seeing. Also Kat Mandu, Jasmine Blushes, Sizzle Dizzle, Miss Kissy Wishes and a special appearance by Hard Corey. Raffle will be held for
All for the low, low price of $8 at the door; impress Joe the Shark by greeting him by name without having met him! He'll think you're psychic! Seriously, this beats the price of a movie, and is bound to be more entertaining. Hell, my time finding all the links in this post was worth that, right? Right?
Come on by.
P.S.: I know which of you live in the metro area, and if you don't show I'm going to demand an explanation.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Feeling Like: excited
excitedListening To: Juliet Jeske, "The Whores of Dublin"
09 March 2009 @ 10:55 am
07 March 2009 @ 05:44 pm
I didn't. How come the Brits are so much better at reporting what's going on over here than we are?
Jailed for a MySpace parody, the student who exposed America's cash for kids scandal
Upshot: Judges Mark Ciavarella and Michael Conahan, in Luzerne County, Pennsylvania, plead guilty to having accepted $2.6 million from the co-owner and builder of a private detention centre where children aged from 10 to 17 were locked up. they sent the kids there. Without representation, without proper procedure. 25% of their juvenal court cases were going to the detention center they'd helped set up, and they were getting kickbacks for it.
Where the fuck is the mainstream press?
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: None
03 March 2009 @ 02:22 pm
Seriously, folks.
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2
I know. Greenwald is just a guy with a blog, Salon has no central verification. So how about the San Francisco Chronicle?
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cg
Or the ACLU? (Somewhat different story, same principle.)
http://www.aclu.org/safefree/detention/3
What exactly is anyone who decried it from last administration, and defends or ignores it when it's this one?
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2
I know. Greenwald is just a guy with a blog, Salon has no central verification. So how about the San Francisco Chronicle?
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cg
Or the ACLU? (Somewhat different story, same principle.)
http://www.aclu.org/safefree/detention/3
What exactly is anyone who decried it from last administration, and defends or ignores it when it's this one?
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: None
28 February 2009 @ 11:27 pm
"Take On Me" is in danger. So is the 2006 version of "Spin Me Round" The music helps.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: Oren Lavie, Her Morning Elegance.
25 February 2009 @ 01:11 pm
...so do not be someone who lets love excuse domestic abuse.
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2
I voted for him, was relieved when he won, but I've been waiting. I didn't think it would come this fast.
The Obama cult of personality scares the crap out of me... I'm hoping this acts as a speed bump, rather than launching folks to new heights of defense, but I remember NOW backing Clinton in the face of all-too-credible rape allegations, so nothing will surprise me.
"You people elected George Bush: that's the prick I'm gonna yell at. Because my problem is with... authority!"
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2
I voted for him, was relieved when he won, but I've been waiting. I didn't think it would come this fast.
The Obama cult of personality scares the crap out of me... I'm hoping this acts as a speed bump, rather than launching folks to new heights of defense, but I remember NOW backing Clinton in the face of all-too-credible rape allegations, so nothing will surprise me.
"You people elected George Bush: that's the prick I'm gonna yell at. Because my problem is with... authority!"
- Lewis Black
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: Different Drummer
23 February 2009 @ 02:04 am
Loving this.
I recommend to any dramatic dancers who might to be reading this that they consider the trunk in their next act. Totally hot.
I recommend to any dramatic dancers who might to be reading this that they consider the trunk in their next act. Totally hot.
22 February 2009 @ 03:05 am
So today, for the first time since college, I tried reading Keats.
I loved Keatshelley back in college. they were awesome. I wrote Keatshelley pastiches. I fantasized going back in time and telling their little group all about how things had turned out, playing them everything from Skating Away to School's Out to One of Us. Yeah, I was fucked up.
So I tried reading him again today. I couldn't make it through three stanzas, of Ode to a Nightingale, so I tried again, and again. But all I could think was:
"God, he's so fucking emo."
Then, God help me, the question came unbidden, "What would they be doing today?" And I could not shut it out. And the following pretty much streamed into being in my head:
Keats: Hey, man! You’re the first one here!
Shelley: Awesome. Um, hey, Johnny, this is my girlfriend, Mary.
Keats: Oh, hey! Nice to meet you!
Mary: Nice to meet you!!
Keats: Yeah, Percy’s told me all about you.
Mary: [Canoodling Shelley] Awwww!!
Keats: So, um, so you roleplay?
Mary: No! But Percy’s told me all about it, ands it sounds sooo coool! ::bounce::
Keats: Cool! Dude, we’ve got awhile before George gets here, why don’t you help her make a character?
Shelley: Um. Okay. Well, we’re playing Archons: the Fallen. We play these angels—
Keats: Archons!
Shelley: Right, well, these archons, that are like angels, but, uh, not. And we have to wander the Irth gaining Redemption while trying to avoid gaining Corruption.
Mary: Wow! Can I be an angel of dreams? That would be so awesome!
Keats: An Archon of the Dominion of Morpheus.
[Doorbell rings]
Keats: I’ll get it, that’s probably George.
Shelley: Okay. Well, sure, you can play that. Here, you’ve got seven points to arrange on these stats…
Byron: [Entering with Keats] Yo, dude! Hey, who’s the chippie?
Shelley: Oh, hey, man. This is my girlfriend, Mary.
Byron: Fuckin’ A, man! See what happens when you leave your bedroom?
Shelley: Mary, this is George.
Byron: Fuck you, man!
Shelley: Oh, right, sorry. George likes to be called Byron.
Mary: That’s cool! Um, why?
Byron: Because Byron’s cool, duh!
Keats: Okay, Mary, is your character finished?
Byron: Oh, fuck, no, man, you’re not bringin’ your girlfriend in that game, are you?
Shelley: Well, come on, dude, you were just complaining last week about how there aren’t enough girls playing.
Byron: What’s ‘cause I want some chicks to hit on! It’s not doing me any good to have your girl here. You two wimp down the game enough. [to Mary] No offense.
Mary: Well I’m not going to wimp down the game, Mister Byron…
Byron: That’s Lord Byron!
Mary: [pause] Is he serious?
Shelley: Well, yeah…
Mary: You call him that?
Shelley: No. Not… much.
Keats: Yeah, usually we just say “dude.”
Mary: Okay, you guys call each other whatever. Do I have to fill out all these skills now?”
Keats: No, we can introduce you now, you can settle on that later. I don’t use the numbers much anyway.
Byron: That’s ‘cause he always pussies out when a fight comes up.
Shelley: Dude, I’m playing an Archon of Suffering, I have to cherish whatever punishment anyone wants to give me!
Byron: Fine, so you’re not a pussy, your character is.
Mary: What kind of angel are you playing?
Keats: Archon!
Byron: I’m not! I’m playing a Wamphyr!
Mary: Oh. I didn’t know you could play that!
Keats: Well, it’s from another game…
Byron: Yeah! I’m playing my character from Wamphyr: The Angst! She’s a lesbian Baristess of Clan Elwyrd – the Carnal Wamphyrs!
Mary: Wow, that sounds kind of cool!
Byron: Yeah, and it’s a good thing, because nobody else in this game can do shit, they just sit around bemoaning everything.
Shelly: Archon of Suffering! Which word didn’t you understand?
Mary: Well I’m going to do stuff!
Keats: Yes you are! Okay, um.. what’s your character’s name?
Mary: Melanaysia!
Keats: Wow, that’s pretty cool! Okay, well, you’ve just completed the Trial of Silver Fire and been found worthy of assignment on Irth. You’re going to be partnered with an experienced Archon, who will guide you as you learn the ways of mortals.
[to Shelley] Okay, so Silenus has been given an opportunity to serve the Presence.
Shelley: Awesome! That’s gonna be some sweet Redemption!
Keats: Yeah, since you’ve avoided Corruption for the past three games, your assignment will be to guide one of the Unfallen as she learns the ways of the mortal realm.
Shelley: What? You’re letting her play an Unfallen?
Keats: Well, dude, it’s only for one game, right?
Mary: Oh. [looks disappointed]
Keats: Um, well. I mean, I didn’t know you wanted to play a regular character. I thought you were just here because you were hanging out with Percy.
Mary: Oh, no, I’ve been wanting to play for ages!
Keats: Oh. Well, dude, do you mind her playing an Unfallen?
Shelley: Uh, well, I guess not. I was just surprised, that’s all.
Keats: What about you, Byron?
Byron: Look, I don’t care what you guys do, I’m here for blood and love!
Mary: Yaaay!!!!
Keats: Okay, then, so you two can interact.
Byron: Am I there?
Keats: Did Silenus bring Camilla?
Shelley: Uh, sure, why not? He doesn’t have Drive Car, so he can use a ride.
Keats: Okay, so you are presented with your new charge, Melanaysia. Um, can you describe her?
Mary: Um, okay, so she looks kinda like a young Avril Lavigne, with loooong hair in Princess Leia braids.
Byron: You mean those buns?
Mary: No, like in Jedi.
Keats: [pause] You mean Slave Girl Leia?
Mary: Yeah!
Shelley: Does… she wear the rest of the outfit, too?
Mary: Ew, gross! Of course not! No, she’s wearing practical stuff, like explorer stuff.
Byron: Like... uh… Lara Kroft?
Mary: I guess…
Byron: Oh, hells yeah! Camilla steps up. “Hey, angel!” she says with a smile. “Welcome to Irth!” And she’s got an 8 Appeal.
Keats: Don’t lie, she’s only got like a 5!
Byron: She’s using Preternatural Smarminess 3.
Shelley: That only works on guys!
Byron: It works on anyone who’d find her attractive.
Keats: [exchanged glances with Shelley] Um. Mary, is your character… into… girls?
Mary: Well, why not? She’s an Archon, right? She’s a spiritual creature, so why should physical gender mean anything to her?
Byron: That’s what I’m sayin’!
Mary: [to Byron] “Thank you! Can you show me around?”
Byron: “Oh, I got plenty of sights for you to see!”
Mary: “Well, that’s good. And I can help make your dreams come true!”
Byron: “That’s what I’m countin’ on!” Camilla tells Selinus he can ride in the back seat.
Shelley: Um… babe, I’m a little uncomfortable with this.
Mary: It’s just a game, Percy!
Byron: Yeah, man, stop being such so damn insecure. [to Keats] I pump The Misfits on the car speakers!
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: Loreena McKeenit, "The Highwayman"
14 February 2009 @ 07:02 pm
This was inspired by something ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
love_hate_rape wrote. I hope she thinks it was worth the wait.
Valentine's day seems an appropriate day to have finished it.
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love_hate_rape wrote. I hope she thinks it was worth the wait.Valentine's day seems an appropriate day to have finished it.
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Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: The Birthday Massacre, "Happy Birthday"
04 February 2009 @ 05:18 pm
Well, not specifically. I want this, specifically.
She's been reading "The Tarantula Scientist", and wants a tarantula. I had one once, long ago; a Chilean Rose. That's what we'll probably get her, if we decide to -- cheap, docile and usually bred in captivity rather than taken from the wild. The Cobalt Blue (Haplopelma lividum), below, is not recommended for novices -- expensive, and known for being both fast and aggressive.
But it's isn't she gorgeous?
EDIT: I really didn't write this post with this in mind, but... crap. Fast, aggressive, gorgeous, bites, and I want it. I'm seeing a pattern here.
She's been reading "The Tarantula Scientist", and wants a tarantula. I had one once, long ago; a Chilean Rose. That's what we'll probably get her, if we decide to -- cheap, docile and usually bred in captivity rather than taken from the wild. The Cobalt Blue (Haplopelma lividum), below, is not recommended for novices -- expensive, and known for being both fast and aggressive.
But it's isn't she gorgeous?
EDIT: I really didn't write this post with this in mind, but... crap. Fast, aggressive, gorgeous, bites, and I want it. I'm seeing a pattern here.
Coming at You From: Bronx, NY
Listening To: Tom Jones, "Burning Down the House"
02 February 2009 @ 05:54 pm
Was bummed: Probably not going to Original Cyn tonight, as has become my biweekly custom. Fortunately, my Duran Duran station never fails to pick me up. Anyone wants me to share it, send my the email address you use for Pandora. Seriously. It's awesome.
Soon as I can stop listening to it, I gotta start a Tom Jones station.
Soon as I can stop listening to it, I gotta start a Tom Jones station.
01 February 2009 @ 01:06 am
Intentionally so, for once. Someone on another site asked for contributions of bad poetry, so I came up with the following gems:
( Behind the cut for awfulness... )
( Behind the cut for awfulness... )
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