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I am gathering evidence for my qualifications as Wonder Admin. This includes my principles for group catering, and surely more. (Anybody know of anything I should include offhand? Or topics for more Admin Storytime with Azz?)


Dinner with Purple and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly. Next week is first Friday, so next week I'll see less of Purple. This weekend is unlikely to be greatly sociable on Purple's part, as he's pretty zonked.

Purple was running late. I didn't run afoul of feetball traffic. We poked Purple gently about his phone. It had been a long week. Purple diverted the discussion to his couch. (On which he has sat naked, he points out. I continue to react convincingly.)

The sweet potato fries with the marshmallows and so forth were stared at as an abomination. We did not get them. We did not have silverware, either. I was best-positioned to stare down a server, so I did that. "Wedgie" in terms of food just sounds wrong.

I don't have dates for the next set of medical shenanigans, but the next round of appointment-giving is due to start next week. Somehow, and I'm not entirely clear on how, this turned into a discussion of how large a Yule tree I could actually become a stand for, assuming the Yule tree went where no Yule tree should go, and not considering the actual weight of the tree, just the size of the trunk.

Purple has commenced conveying greetings to a remote party, on the idea that the remote party is likely to remain present for quite some time. He also made some truly terribly filthy joke which I wish I could remember; I had to roll a will save against telling him I loved him for that. I'm sure he'll make it again at some point.



[personal profile] norabombay and I were talking about the literally years of training that goes into the generally-women's skill box towards taking good selfies. I was thinking about it on the drive to dinner, and because of the ubiquitous nature of Beauty Culture, one of the unacknowledged skills that most little girls learn is how to make a pretty face in a mirror.

There's all this time spent staring at your face in the mirror and making it do things, making horrible faces and faces of every emotion and looking at expressions from multiple angles to see which expression is best for what viewing angle. But because it's part of the general background noise of being groomed to become a woman in Beauty Culture, it's simultaneously assumed as a given, and the level of effort and hours consumed are dismissed as important, because of course it's not important, it's just vanity.

I have no idea what my genuine, first-reaction smile like I would have smiled as an un-self-conscious toddler would feel like, now.
I may still have it.
I may not.
I don't know.

I do know that my smile, the way I hold my mouth, the way I hold my face -- all of these are the result of extensive training and experimentation, all with the aim of either "being beautiful", or with the aim of not getting picked on at school, or the aim of Not Looking Funny, or getting Bugs to stop being a dick. (Bugs was the freshman year boyfriend who drummed on my head. Resting Bitch Face wasn't a thing when I was a freshman, or he would have told me that I had it. He did tell me that my neutral face looked cranky, or angry, or something, and that I should hold my face with a slight smile at all times, because that would make me look more pleasant. And to this day, my "neutral" face is not actually neutral. It is a very slight smile, to turn my natural frown into a straight line.)

So, yes, it should not in fact surprise me that when someone who has not been immersed in Beauty Culture since the age of knowing the difference between boys and girls goes to take a selfie, that maybe it doesn't come out so great.

I REFUSE TO BE SPIDERS GEORG

Aug. 25th, 2016 08:58 pm
st_aurafina: Rainbow DNA (Default)
[personal profile] st_aurafina
So there I was, dripping wet, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of earbuds plugged into an audiobook while I was getting dressed when I see...cutting for dramatic effect and also spiders )


Meanwhile, in Imzy-land, I have learned that Imzy will only let you network with 14 other communities, which seems counter-intuitive for a networking platform, but okay. I have started a fandom_calendar comm, which people are starting tentatively to use. Which is good.

So far, I'm finding it an odd mix of neat and clunky. I like the way it handles anon posting. I hate the way you have to click through to get to the links that people are posting, and the way comment notifications don't have the content of the comment in the email. Comment threading is wacky as hell, and comment order seems unpredictable once there's three or four commenters on a post (is it by popularity? Omg, so weird.) But the development team are pretty active, and things change day to day. Today they added a personal blog function.

I've still got invites, if anyone wants to try it out. (I need a email for that, or you can go to the link for my personal blog and request one there.)

This is me: st_aurafina
This is fandom_calendar: fandom_calendar
This is a multifandom drabble exchange that sign-ups close for soon: multifandomdrabble


OMG GBBO!! (spoilers for ep 1 of 2016 Great British Bake-off. This turned into a live blog. I say omg a lot alot.) )

I love you, Bake Off. See you next week.

The Ballad of Purple's Cell Signal

Aug. 25th, 2016 01:07 am
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
[personal profile] azurelunatic
Purple has a flip-phone that's about ... 5? 6? years old now. It charges off MiniUSB (not MicroUSB). Every now and then someone calls him "Captain Kirk" for using it. This tends to result in some parking lot improv.

Every now and then someone suggests to Purple that because he is a software engineer in the tech industry, perhaps he should be getting with a smartphone. Purple has a standard rant prepared for this occasion. The gist of it is:

Purple has a home phone. Purple has a work phone. When you find a smartphone plan that costs $100 a year, come tell him about it. Meanwhile, Purple is over here with his prepaid flip phone, which works perfectly well at getting him calls and texts while he is out and about; while he is out and about he is also not likely to need to be emailed, because he's generally driving or at dinner or in some other situation where really, you should not need email. (Also, in recent years he has added an iPad to his set of gear, and you often don't need a second portable computing machine at that point.)

Now, that's been the situation for nearly as long as I've known Purple. It's something that I've come to accept and even like about him.

Over the past months and weeks, Purple has noticed that his signal has become patchy. His noble little cellphone (which often does fun tricks like leaving the screen light on, which chews through battery, or failing to charge for some reason, or occasionally even pocket-dialing) has been getting signal in fewer places. First he noticed he wasn't getting it reliably inside his office anymore. (That chewed up battery.) Then there were other spots of spotty service. At some point, his prepaid cell outfit gently pointed out that his little old phone was 2G only, and the 2G network around these parts is going away. Soon. Now. And maybe you should get a new phone, bro.

I would describe myself as a procrastinator.
I would describe Purple as the kind of procrastinator who will cheerfully spend 15 minutes every week and a half to twice a week (depending on temperature) using a cigarette lighter plug portable air compressor to refill his slow-leaking tire, for over a year, rather than making the appointment to get the tire fixed or replaced. (I cannot throw too many stones. He knows where a lot of my stuff is hidden, too.)

Purple has allowed as how he will probably need to get himself a new prepaid flip phone that uses a slightly more modern cell network, and maybe takes a charger that more people are likely to have on them. He allows as how he may continue to put this off.

Last Friday at the ex-co-worker-crowd dinner, Purple invited his old friend GG (and her husband) as well as Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and me. I texted Purple to let him know that I was running about 10 minutes late. I arrived to find that he hadn't got my text, as he'd no signal in the restaurant. Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly arrived somewhat after me. She'd become delayed in some event-related fuckery on 101. She'd tried to call Purple!

GG proceeded to give Purple a hard time about his Luddite refusal to have a smartphone, pointing out that Purple is a well-paid engineer who can afford a fucking smartphone and a data plan. GG does this sort of thing, it turns out -- gives Purple a hard time about things. And Purple continues to be his cheerfully procrastinatory and stubborn self.

I learned long ago that when Purple took a hard stance about something, that I was wasting everyone's time if I kept arguing about it, and the way to get around it was to accept his viewpoint and let him get around to it in his own time. Possibly by setting a good example by way of my own anti-procrastination efforts. Occasionally by saying "Eh, maybe you should get on that thing?" but not when he'd just been ranting about it.

Tonight I was halfway to dinner when I realized that I hadn't let Purple know that after we'd agreed on a time and place, I'd poked our mutual friend phone (whose favorite lunch spot it was) to let him know that we were convening for dinner and he'd be welcome. I thought about texting (hands-free, wheeee!) but realized: Purple wouldn't get that text. Anyway, I wasn't sure whether phone would be able to make it. So, we might as well see if he showed up...

I eventually remembered to text phone to let him know where we were sitting. He and his boyfriend showed up quite promptly thereafter, and we took a bit bigger table, and had a lovely time.

I may inquire gently with Purple, tomorrow, when he thinks he's going to actually get that new flip phone. 💜💜💜☎️🙄😘
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  1. Why did you sign up for Dreamwidth? I was not in the room where it first happened, but I was in the room where it continued to happen, after [staff profile] denise and [staff profile] mark announced Hypothetical Journal. Therefore I was so there. [identity profile] azurelunatic.livejournal.com is userid 50, although I waited a little longer before actually creating my permanent journal, in case something needed doing, testing-wise.

  2. Why did you choose your journal name? There was a punk band name generator on mp3.com back in 1997-ish. There were a number of silly names that I wrote down, but this was the one that magnetized me. It compelled me, even though I was hesitant to commit for a few years.

  3. Do you crosspost? Why or why not? "Somebody That I Used To Know" is my song for LiveJournal. "I don't want to live that way." (Yes. I do have to treat them like a stranger.) I do not crosspost, but I did set up a syndicated feed for the public entries there, for the ease of my friends who still live there.

  4. What do you do online when you're not on DW? Reading fanfiction, email, Twitter, IRC, ICB, various other forms of instant message. Sometimes clicky-games. Writing, though that can be offline as well. Work, too. Many of my previous jobs have been heavily computer, if not 100% online.

  5. How about when you're not on the computer? Housework, spending time with family and friends, reading books, the portions of work which are not computer-enabled. Errands. The odd walk.

  6. What do you wish people who read your journal knew about you? I'm fairly social for an introvert, but at the end of the day that's who I am. This means layers and layers of self-protection against exposure to too many people.

  7. What is your favorite community on Dreamwidth? Lately it's been [community profile] awesomeers, actually. A daily-ish reminder that I am still doing things, even when they seem small.

  8. What community do you wish was more active? I miss the regular screaming in [community profile] capslock_dreamwidth.

  9. Are there two people on your reading list that you think should meet? I was just running an encircling meme! [personal profile] sithjawa and [personal profile] silveradept should meet, though.

  10. Tell me about your default icon. My default icon shifts like the Aurora Borealis in the solar winds. Right now it's the Bastard's Prayer, from Lois McMaster Bujold's Five Gods universe, and it goes like this: "And the Bastard grant us, in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain's peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding." As soon as I met the Bastard, I knew that I was one of Theirs. They are the god of the out-of-season and weird, and while Bujold defaults to "Him", I feel rather strongly that the Bastard's gender cannot be encompassed by normal measure.

  11. What features do you think Dreamwidth should have that it doesn't currently? This is a difficult one for me too, because when I think of one it goes into [site community profile] dw_suggestions. More work on the API and image hosting would be awesome of course!

  12. What do you consider the five most "telling" interests from the list on your profile?

    • the bullhorn of viola swamp: This is the magical item from Hogwarts which I would pull out of the Sorting Hat.

    • center for talented youth: Nerd Camp, which I adored. This probably says a lot about my childhood.

    • fishmumming the unfishmummable: While I wouldn't claim to have a "maternal instinct" as such, at some point I became the most likely grown-up in the room. Unless [personal profile] synecdochic is in the room, at which point I revert to being the one most likely to cause an item to be added to the local equivalent of Skippy's List.

    • magick: extra k and all.

    • [unicode goes here]: I wouldn't be me if I didn't test systems that I'm trying to use by also trying to break them. (Hold my flower.) I also have an enthusiastically frilly and/or sentimental side which is well-represented by the odd flower.


  13. Do you have any unique interests on your user profile? What are they? How'd they get there? I've got a bunch. They mostly got there as the result of bizarre injokes and references, some of which I have already forgotten.

  14. Did you have a gateway fandom? Still in it? Why or why not? Is there a community for it on DW? It was, technically, Star Trek. The animated series. As novelized by Alan Dean Foster. Or perhaps it was Pern. Dragonsong got me hooked on science fiction and fantasy. Star Trek introduced me to other people who liked the same things I did. Slightly different gateways. There are various Star Trek-related communities about. I haven't sought after Pern-based community, though I hear there are excellent angry feminist rants available in other parts of the internet. And I do love me some angry feminist ranting.

  15. What's your current obsession? What about it captures your imagination? I don't believe I have a fannish obsession at the moment. Generally, though, the common themes when I dive deep into something tends to be that there are a lot of things to be discovered and delighted over. ... Or yelled about. I've had projects at work which qualified as obsessions where there was more yelling than delight. Still a lot of things to discover. So, infinite discovery with strong emotion, perhaps?

  16. What are you glad you did but haven't really had a chance to post about? I ... did not walk into any stationary objects on the night of June 23rd??? I mean ... the most recent thing that I am delighted with has been the removal of my murderous uterus, but I've had the chance to post about that. So ... *hands*

  17. How many people on your reading list do you know IRL? I stopped counting about 25% through the list and had already hit 30-ish, just with the people I have met at least once in person that I could think of, not including the people I have never met in person but who have become a part of my life. A lot.

  18. What don't you talk about here, either because it's too personal or because you don't have the energy? It turns out that with an appropriate and sufficiently tight filter, I will talk about a lot of things on Dreamwidth. But there are a lot of things I won't talk about in public. Other people's business, mainly.

  19. Any questions from the audience? Do feel free!

  20. Yes, but what are your thoughts on yaoi? The format isn't my thing, but being queer means that m/m romance is My People, even though one might argue that people who look like me are not fully represented in it.

  21. What's your favorite thing about Dreamwidth? I'm going to say what I said elsewhere: the conferences. I feel that some of the loveliest and luckiest moments in my recent life have been at conferences where People From Dreamwidth were about.

Vividcon vids

Aug. 18th, 2016 09:52 pm
jmtorres: From Lady Gaga's Bad Romance music video; the peach-haired, wide-eyed iteration (lady gaga)
[personal profile] jmtorres
I took two vids to Vividcon this year!

Premieres:
1985, right-click and save as.
fandom: fringe
music: bowling for soup
blurb: the road to hell, paved with, etc.
runtime: 2:49
file size: 46MB mp4
notes: )

Challenge:
The Edge of Glory, right-click and save as.
fandom: leverage
music: lady gaga
blurb: parker x gravity OTP (but I mean. it's an open relationship.)
runtime: 1:37
file size: 26MB mp4
notes: )

so I went to vividcon

Aug. 18th, 2016 09:29 pm
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so, vividcon. this post is entirely subjective and all about my complicated mental health feelings, not so much about any fannish experience of the con. Will be posting the vids I took to vividcon after I write this, and that will probably be the extent of posting on fannish matters.

About a year ago, [personal profile] niqaeli and I took my brother out to the movies and pitched Vividcon to him. Every time I'm in town we take my brother out to do something even if it's as silly as wander around IKEA for two hours, because he has, since his first attempt to go away to college at 18, been living at home with fairly debilitating OCD. He is now 25. He's lost touch with all but one of his friends, he relies on my parents for a host of super basic things like turning off the water after washing his hands, he has IBS which only makes his unclean feelings worse, and I really feel like getting him out of my parents' house is a service to everyone involved.

Anyway, my pitch about Vividcon was, it's a trip halfway across the country that he'd take with me and not our parents, to do a fun fannish thing I hoped he'd appreciate, and did he think he could work on his OCD crap enough in a year to be able to go and take care of himself in the ways our parents usually take care of him at home. He does this thing, part of his OCD, where he has to come up with the exact right words to articulate himself for fear of misleading you if he gets it wrong. It can take him days to answer a question. I tend to treat this the way I would querying a computer--I try to ask an exact, specific question to elicit a succinct answer. So I asked him, first, did he want to to, and second, did he think he'd be able to. The answers were yes, and since it was a year away, he thought so.

I made various deals with him over the course of the last year--that I was going to work on making a vid, which was going to be my hurdle parallel to his OCD behavioral therapy work. (I made one! Two actually! Proving once again that the only thing that makes me complete vids is deadlines.) That I would FaceTime with him at least once a week to check in. (Sometimes I had a hard time with this, because when I was behind on my goals or having a bad brain day, I didn't want to have to admit that.) I gave him advice from my own experience getting treated for depression--that it's okay to have bad days, but you don't let a bad day become an endless string of bad days, you pick yourself up and start over the next day.

So last week, or, Saturday nearly two weeks ago, I FaceTimed him after having not for about three days. I was in the process of bleaching my hair and dyeing it pink, and I was afraid my mom would give me crap about being interview-ready on the job search, so I wanted to have the whole thing done and a fait accompli. I have the stupidest reasons for failing to call my brother as regularly as I promise. It turned out that basically the entire three days he'd spent ruminating on how he didn't think he was going to be able to go, and Mom told him he should talk to me about it but he didn't call me. Because well. He was even more internally flaily about that than I was about the dye job.

Our travel plans included me driving to Phoenix, where my family lives, the night before we flew to Chicago for Vividcon. I ended up driving out three days early to spend more time with my brother and try to convince him it was TOTALLY POSSIBLE. And meet his therapist in passing. On Tuesday, he decided that he would go ahead and contact that one high school friend he still talks to every few months, who happens to live in Chicago now. I cheered. The next day we went clothes shopping, because Mom wanted him to have new slacks and shorts for the trip. He was incredibly patient about trying on everything she found for him. There are so so many parts of why this was amazing.

So anyway: we did it. We totally got on the plane and flew to Chicago and went to Vividcon.

And I think my brother enjoyed it more than I did.

At one point around April or so I wrote him a long long description of what Vividcon was like, to my recollection. Club Vivid and the Joxer Dance and the anticipation of Premieres and stuff. One of the things I wrote to him was we'd probably go to 2-3 shows/panels per day, no one went to everything (read: I never went to everything). It's funny to me that I remembered that, but not why.

The why is, I find cons exhausting. I took like three naps a day the entire trip and I felt just beat after watching a vid show (of course, stupid, engaging the extreme focus to watch vids for an hour takes a lot more mental energy than watching an episode of a TV show for an hour). Let alone talking to people. Once we were in the consuite for like ten minutes and when [personal profile] niqaeli decided to go do something else I was like TAKE ME WITH YOU EVERYTHING IS TOO LOUD. There were a ton of people that I marginally recognized as "person I have seen at VVC the last time I was here 5 years ago" but my mental connections between faces and usernames are crap and I was never good at talking to people at cons.

PS If you talked to me about my vid and I made weird faces or said something dumb, it's because my brain was going AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW TO FAKE BEING A HUMAN?????? I mean, I also do not know what to say to compliments so assume what I MEANT to say was "Thank you" but oh my god, SO much alien cyborg input error brain.

I ended up hiding in [personal profile] echan's room watching Olympics during Club Vivid to distract myself from feeling that there were too many people, and too much noise, and I stressed myself out about plane tickets, and also everyone else was enjoying booze while I was not because meds and it's not that I don't want anyone to be drunk around me? It's more, I don't know, I felt like I'd left myself out of everything on that score. Or something.

It was so frustrating, that like. By almost any metric I would have thought of beforehand, this was a very successful Vividcon for me. I made vids, and people liked them. I saw other people's vids, and they were awesome. I did my hair and made a costume for Club Vivid and it was adorable and lit up. I got my brother to go on a four-day trip without my parents and his OCD did not prevent him from participating in the con or meeting up with his friend or even getting out of the hotel room by checkout time. There was no wankfest that blew up in anyone's face.

But my stress-activated GERD had me burping all through Vid Review and during the back half of Club Vivid I was watching Michael Phelps get a medal and having a bit of a cry.

This was the first time I've been to a con since getting medicated for the depression, so probably five years ago I put all the same kinds of reactions down to my brain is borked. But now a year and change into pharmaceutical unborking, I am still having these fundamental problems. The introvert problems. The, too loud, too many people, being around this many people exhausts me and maybe even frightens me, at least in the social awkwardness sense. The, everyone is having fun except me.

So I think I probably won't be going to Vividcon again. Or any con.

Which really sucks because where will I get deadlines to goad me into finishing vids now.

The ordinary joys of dinner.

Aug. 17th, 2016 11:43 pm
azurelunatic: Prayer to the Bastard from Lois McMaster Bujold's Paladin of Souls (Default)
[personal profile] azurelunatic
Friday was the usual dinner out with Purple and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly. I had no idea where I wanted to go, just that it shouldn't be too far. Purple picked a place not too far from old-work.

The timing worked out such that when it was time to actually leave, there was a conversation that I was in the middle of that I didn't want to just bail on. But the other party to the conversation was aware of my schedule, and adamant that I should not miss dinner on their account.

We wound up talking on the phone. It was a good conversation, running the full course from the usual sort of daily grievances we discuss, to the sublimely silly. By the time I hit the parking lot (and got pinned in the car for a few minutes as the van next to me loaded up their kids) I was giggling again, and went in to see Purple with a silly smile.

I was a little spacey through dinner, partly as the result of nice conversation, and partly because I was still just very tired and quiet and didn't have very many things to say about Game of Thrones.

Purple and I chatted in the parking lot, as is the custom. I headdesked at him some. He was encouraging, and just enough of a sarcastic bastard.


Sunday was the birthday, I believe the 30th, of one of the guys from the ghost team. Most of them are based in and around Palo Alto, so many of their dinner meetups are on a half-hour's notice, which is not quite enough time for me to get from schlubbing around the house to out the door, let alone from Pacifica to Palo Alto.

This time, there was early notice, so I found something comfortable and set out at the appointed time. It was a place I hadn't been before. The tiny parking lot was overfilled, and there was nowhere to go but back out onto the main drag; you couldn't go on the back street and circle around. So I found street parking, and jaywalked over just in time to encounter four of the other five of us who were coming.

Three of them are roommates, which can often be entertaining. 2/3 of the table was playing Pokémon Go. Mr. P and I were the holdouts.

One of the themes of the night was scallops. The guys enjoy their seafood. They also enjoy their steak. One of the guys had been debating whether it would be scallops or dessert. "Scallop cheesecake!" I contributed, cheerfully.

The concept was not well-received.

One of the guys is apparently notorious amongst the crew for eating at approximately the same rate as Zeno said that Achilles chased the tortoise. Except he would have started off as the tortoise. This had the effect of slightly delaying dessert for everyone else. By the time he was in fact ready to order, all of the good-natured chirping from the table caused him to say "Cheesesteak" instead of "cheesecake". Hilarity was the order of the moment.

I ... may have a mild crush on Mr. P. He is a very quiet geekfolk who appears amiable and with a wicked sense of humor when he has something to say.

I got to talk with Dawn on the drive home from that dinner. It was good to catch up with her. I had a few things to say about a situation that one of my friends is in. They were ... not especially good things. It was good to have that conversation, too.


Neither Purple nor I were quite feeling the dinner thing Monday, so we decided to retry on Tuesday.

Fic: Sleepless (POI, Root/Shaw, G)

Aug. 17th, 2016 08:15 pm
st_aurafina: Root's face, lyrics: It's that storm behind your eyes (POI: Root storm)
[personal profile] st_aurafina
Title: Sleepless
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: G
Words: 100
Characters/Pairings: Root/Shaw
Warnings/Content: None
Notes: Written for Challenge #3 at 100words on Imzy

Summary: Samaritan took so much, but this small thing hurts Root most.

Also at the Archive

Root wakes to the sound of the refrigerator opening )
azurelunatic: A crocheted uterus with ancillary parts, including internal clitoral structure. (Uterus in Retrograde)
[personal profile] azurelunatic
The original of this was written on Thursday, August 4th, after I got home from the hospital, and sent to a selection of friends and family. I have redacted some bits, added other bits, and corrected some details.

I am settled in back at home, and have been up and walking around, sitting up at the computer, and napping. I am sore, but not more than is reasonable. I have a dotted line of five 4x2" bandages across the middle of my abdomen, and a not-so-mysterious sore spot where my cervix used to be. There are marks of adhesive tape on my hands and arms and basically everywhere which I am slowly scrubbing off with alcohol wipes, and I'm still discovering little stick-on snaps from the monitoring leads that they didn't entirely remove after I came out of surgery.

I'm doing okay and will hear more back from the doctor in about a week, and I have a follow-up appointment for the 22nd. They think they got everything of concern out with the uterus, tubes, and ovaries, but they will follow up to make sure. I should be able to resume normal activities in 6-8 weeks. I probably shouldn't be driving for several more days, but I've been sitting up and walking around without any particularly large amount of pain for the past 6 hours, so I may be ready for that sooner than I initially thought. [I wound up driving on Sunday.]


The long version follows.

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