Agent Carter is back up!

Aug. 16th, 2017 12:36 pm
sporky_rat: Nyota Uhura in TOS Mirror Universe uniform (star trek)
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However, I don't remember how to start IRC on the commandline for Ubuntu (I do remember my password but not the instructions).

Also, um. How does one go about updating Ubuntu? I'm not quite sure which edition I'm on but it's definitely a few years old. (When did I take Microbiology? At least that long ago.)
st_aurafina: Shaw in Relevance, with golden lights (POI: Shaw fancy)
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Title: Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Words: 52k
Characters/Pairings: Root/Sameen Shaw, Harold Finch/John Reese, Harold Finch/Grace Hendricks, John Reese/Mark Snow, Michael Cole, Robert Hersh, Joss Carter, Kara Stanton, The Machine, Bear
Warnings/Content: Sentinel/Guide AU, mind-bonding, show level violence, show level torture, emotional hurt/comfort, canon character death (Michael Cole). Some Mark/John dubcon in chapters 4 and 5. Follows some events from Ep 1.10 Number Crunch, Ep 1.23 Firewall and 2.16 Relevance.
Notes: Written for [community profile] wipbigbang 2017.

Thank you to my amazing betas: [personal profile] lilacsigil and [personal profile] musyc. You guys were awesome and got me from "I want to write POI Sentinel/Guide fic with soft face touching" to actually getting it posted.

Title is from the Elton John song. ("Subway's no way for a good man to go down.")

Summary: In 2001, Harold advised on a project called Cascade, not knowing he was a Guide himself. Years later, he and John, a Sentinel on the run from Cascade, must help Shaw, who has just lost her own Guide when the Project turned on her. Complicating matters is Root, searching for Harold's Machine and interfering with their rescue of Shaw.

Also at the Archive

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue

Glacier

Aug. 12th, 2017 10:17 pm
azurelunatic: The (old) Tacoma Narrows Bridge, intact but twisted. (disaster waiting to happen)
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I feel very much like I'm talking about the things that don't matter, but the things that matter very much are private and inward and delicate, and to share such things widely would not be the done thing.

So: life bits, in passing.

The freezer (the thinner, left, door of the two-doored refrigerator) has had ice on the bottom -- at first just a little bit, and a few cubes that had fallen out of the ice maker -- for a while. We've had "de-glacier the freezer" on the to-do list for a while.

This morning (I think?) it hit critical, while I was -- ah, yes, it was this morning, because I was retrieving the frozen vegetables that I'd use in lunch -- searching around for something that turned out to be in the bottom drawer.

The drawers in this freezer are wire baskets with snap-on (and fall-off) plastic fronts. The bottom drawer was blocked from pulling out because the ice on the bottom was too high.

I grumbled, laid down the kitchen utility towel (one of the old ones with fraying and maybe a hole or two) and grabbed a knife for ice-pick duty. (My partner was unavailable for help, on some other unspecifiable but definitely important mission of internet mercy. Godspeed, friend.) Anyway, it would probably not have benefitted from two people. So I whacked at the ice for a while, and got it mostly on the towel. I tugged at the drawer.

The drawer shot out with surprising ease, given the big chunk of ice still attached to the bottom. I had words. I went for the cooler-bag.

It turned out that the ice sheet was attached to the basket by only a few wires, and once I figured out how to get it in the sink at the right angle, I was able to use hot water to get the ice off those wires. I left the larger sheet in the sink to thaw and drop its inclusions all over the sink, like boulders on a cleanly carved valley.

The ice had come out in one piece. There was still a little coming down the slanted surface of the bottom back, and a little more below the vent that disperses cold air or something. I swiped it out with a different kitchen towel that was due to be washed soon anyway, and reported back to my partner (after they emerged from their task).

The stuff went back in, a little more organized than it had come out, with a few things put in the fridge to thaw.

A generous double handful of the frozen mixed vegetables went in the frying pan, along with some bacon and potato. It would be slowly cooked into glorious lunch with cheese. A proper weekend brunch sort of item.

I found the strawberries I'd put aside when I got the big thing of them, frozen into a sullen frisbee sort of shape in the bottom of the round container. I pondered, tried chopping into it with a not-big-enough knife, then the brainstorm hit. I retrieved the largest of the melamine bowls (the ones with the lids) and popped the disc in.

Then I shook it.

A whole bunch of frozen strawberries make some gawdawful noise, being rattled like rocks against a hard surface, but it does tend to break them apart quite handily. I liberated a few to chuck in the food processor (an attachment for my stick blender, which I finally found at some late point in the packing, so it went in my Bachelor Kitchen Box) to turn into dust to grace the top of the lemon jelly. (Lemon jello plus shreds of frozen strawberry? RECOMMENDED.)

I also got some mending done this morning. There are some shirts that need their necks re-hemmed, plus under-layer shorts that had started blowing out at the crotch but were still otherwise in good shape. I had found one of the dismangled (a typo, but I'm keeping it) pairs of shorts, and sacrificed it for patches.

I will need to either repair my sewing machine (I dropped it while trying to get it set up) or locate the Sidewinder. The sewing machine still lights up and stitches, but something is awry in the bobbin winder. This is the second sewing machine that I've jacked up such that it won't wind bobbins anymore. Additionally, something else is wrong with the actual bobbin nest -- I believe some plate fell out. So it's harder to load, but at least it does still sew.

Kitten has decided that I am an acceptable surface to sleep on/against, and has started doing just that. It's cute, until I need to move, at which point she meows accusingly. Sometimes she settles back against me, and sometimes she stalks off and sits in her accustomed place on Partner. (Partner sleeps on their back, face up, sometimes guarding their bladder area with their hands against kitten massage even as they sleep.)

Shelving! Also, Toshiro Mifune

Aug. 12th, 2017 08:31 pm
neotoma: Loki from Thistil Mistil Kistil being a dingbat (Loki-Dingbat)
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I met [personal profile] greenygal to see Rashomon today, which is one of Kuraoawa's more famous films and a seminal role for Toshiro Mifune. There's a documentary on Mifune on Tuesday night that I might go to.

Walking back to my place, I was bothered by a man who complimented me on my hat and asked where I got it, but then asked if I wanted to make a friend. Given that this indicated he was either trying to pick me up or try to talk to me about Jesus, I told him I was full up on friends and walked away from him faster. Further home, another man tried to get my attention and when I ignored him, called me 'a fat bitch'. I turned around and called him out; his only come-back was 'fat bitch' again.

I'm really tired of men, and it's almost always men, that think a woman being out in public is required to give them the attention they want. It was really annoying because I was obviously walking with someone, but I guess they think that because I was with another woman, that doesn't count.

Anyway, we got both my Kallax units put together, with only a minor mishap. I'll get things moved around tomorrow and during the rest of the week. Hopefully having that much more shelf space will help with the de-cluttering!
neotoma: My Glitch Avatar, with brown skin, purple hair, and cat ears (Glitch)
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Tiropita, mini-spanakopita, seasonal olive oil lemon cake, bougatsa, pita. I'm meeting [personal profile] fabrisse at the Takoma market tomorrow, so I'll buy fruit then.

I looked at the various wineries and breweries for gift ideas -- my parents' 75th birthdays are next month, and food or alcohol is generally a reliable gift. One of the the brewers pressed when I wouldn't try their samples and just wanted their suggestions based on what their popular items are and my parents tastes (Mom likes Negra Modelo and cafe con leche -- so coffee liqueor made with caramel syrup? maybe?) -- so he got the blunt explanation that all alcohol tastes like cat piss to me -- though next time, I might say 'tastes like soap'; it's similarly inaccurate, but viscerally repulsive to most people so might get my distaste across better. It did make me less inclined to buy his products, that's for sure.

Huh... my sister's 50th birthday is also next month. Maybe I should get her a bottle or two of the fancy vinegar. They had Wild Rose, Wisteria, and Chamomile vinegars today, and while I didn't like the taste of the first, the other two were interesting. Maybe one sweet vinegar and one savory, like Ramp or Heirloom Pepper?

Sticker sheets of kisses to press

Aug. 12th, 2017 04:35 pm
st_aurafina: Shaw in Relevance, with golden lights (POI: Shaw fancy)
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I got my 50K fic off to my second beta/ameripicker. I feel weird. I, uh, finished something. It's due to be posted on the 15th. What even?

Interesting things I didn't realise until I had to edit 50K of my own writing )

I have actually written a lot of things this year!

Tinee Linkspam:
- via [personal profile] musesfool, OPI summer challenge
Leave prompts! (Please leave some more POI prompts!)
- From Facebook, Clydesdale foal leaves the stable for the first time - tinee leggy baby, big world, what do? How do you even horse?
- Also from Facebook, this terrible curse upon some burglars. CW: creepy doll faces
- From my local paper, big news in this part of the world: Giant puzzle solved. (The puzzle is literally a puzzle.)
- From McSweeney's via [personal profile] kalloway, I’m a Google Manufacturing Robot and I Believe Humans Are Biologically Unfit to Have Jobs in Tech. (Rolling my eyes right out of my head at that google dude.)
- From My Modern Met, What Happens When a Bird’s Wings Sync Up Perfectly with a Camera’s Frame Rate. (I have dreams where stuff like this happens, like where the laws of physics are apparently broken)
- Free crochet pattern: Stingray purse or pal (I'm not sure why not both? I could be pals with a purse.)

Root/Shaw things from my endless tumblr wanderings while I was writing 50k of fic:
- Silver Lining - a Root/Shaw doujinshi. Pls pls [personal profile] lilacsigil, read this to me?
- POI OST You Are Being Watched - this is brilliant. Gifs from the final scene over the score for the theme.
- Winter Soldier!Shaw is kinda… Swol - I am all over this idea as an AU.

just a passing through to say

Aug. 11th, 2017 01:03 pm
sporky_rat: The Roman Orator from Rome. Text: listen the hell up! (listen to me!)
[personal profile] sporky_rat
My love for Ke$ha will probably not fail me.

rec: I remember you/hello monster

Aug. 8th, 2017 06:10 pm
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First, if you live in North America, Dangal, aka my favorite movie of the year (which is saying a lot because this year there were a lot of really great movies that came out), is on Netflix.

Second -- I just finished watching I Remember You/Hello Monster, a 2015 k-drama, over the weekend, and it was kinda like an unexpected sucker punch I am still recovering from. I almost dropped the drama after the first couple of episodes, because I didn't really care for either of the leads. But I am so glad I stuck with it, because the second male lead, Park Bo-Gum as Jung Sun-Ho, was a revelation. I think the last time I've admired an actor so much was Hu Ge in Nirvana in Fire. He stole just about every scene he appeared in, and just watching the expressions on his face, the smallest quirk of his lips or upturned eyebrow, was rather mesmerizing. (And it didn't hurt that he had the most complex storyline, either.)

There are some head-scratching moments in the drama, especially when it gets to the underlying psychology of sociopathy, and the ending was rather flat and whitewashy. But the storyline between Jung Sun-Ho and Lee Hyun was one of the most compelling I've ever seen, especially the way the tension kept winding tighter and tighter until the payoff scenes in episode 12, which was just sheer brilliance. I want to be able to craft scenes like that, storylines like that.

Anyway, if you've watched this drama, tell me what you thought about it! And if you haven't -- I don't want to give too much away, because part of the fun of watching this drama are the plot twists. But if you like psychological thrillers, unhealthily complex and twisted relationships, (extremely) morally ambiguous characters given a kdrama twist (amnesia, mistaken identities, multiple hospitalizations and surgeries, etcetc), elaborate mind-games, and dialogue that contains multiple layers of meaning, with much more left unsaid, you should give it a try.

And because this is me, some mvs:

The first, which has minimal spoilers, a one minute character sketch of Jung Sun-Ho:



Featuring the main cast, and with more spoilers:



Read more... )

Fings wot've happened recently.

Aug. 8th, 2017 10:37 pm
aunty_marion: Loki made me do it (Loki made me do it)
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I applied for the RADA ballot for a chance to buy tickets to see Tom Hiddleston in Hamlet. Alas, this evening I got the email saying I'd been unsuccessful. There may be another chance by next Tuesday (presumably for people who were successful in the ballot but couldn't actually buy tickets), but given that there are only about 3,360 seats available (about 160 seats in the RADA theatre, and 21 performances), I think it's highly likely that I won't be going. *sob* At least 4 Hiddlestoners that I've seen do have (the chance to buy) tickets, though.

I realised yesterday that my EE mobile broadband dongle hadn't been used this year, and the number had therefore expired. So this morning I went down to the local EE shop, where I was unimpressed by the changes to their top-up conditions and charges. I therefore toddled 50 yards down the road to the O2 shop, where they were somewhat slow at understanding exactly how I needed to make use of my dongle, but eventually we compromised, and I now have an O2 mifi dongle, and a SIM with £12/12Gb of data on it to last (guess what?) 12 months. I've used the original up at the archery club when scoring before now, and there's still a possibility they may want me again this year, though I've not heard from them. However, I'll work out how to activate it this weekend, and make a note in the diary that I need to buy more data (or another SIM, if that's how it works) in just under a year's time. (Assuming I haven't used it all up by then, of course.) I'm thinking I can carry it with me, and then if the wifi in (e.g.) the RFH or Kentish Town Community Centre goes on the blink, I'll be sorted.

I was on the bus down to the RFH today, and (I think) at Euston, two men with three young boys got on. I noticed that one of the men had dark short hair and glasses, and the other had longish blond hair. Oh, thought I, Harry and Draco. They went upstairs, anyway. And then I saw them get off, at Aldwych ... and got a better look at the boys. One, dark haired, a bit older than the other two, who seemed to be similar in age and of whom one was dark haired with glasses, and the other blond. Merlin's balls! James, Albus and Scorpius!!! I mean, honestly, they were in ordinary Muggle casual clothes, but if they'd been in robes... (I didn't spot any concealed wands. But then, you know, magic.)

Hacker-Kitty

Aug. 8th, 2017 01:47 pm
azurelunatic: Monkey King swings his cudgel  (monkey king)
[personal profile] azurelunatic
My partner got one cat in the breakup, the cat who trailed them through the shelter while they were looking at different cats, and who lap-kittied at them the first chance she got. (I suspect that my partner got this cat by dint of having made sure to pack her along with the other important things when they fled the household of abuse. The ex took all the other pets, including the second cat who adored my partner.)

Miss Air Raid Siren had two types of notable damage when she was adopted: first, she had been front-declawed, and second, she is quite food-insecure. She cannot just be left to free-feed, and I gathered that it was a bit of a production to feed all the cats in such a way that everyone got their fair share. (Another of the cats had been a bit of a vacuum-cleaner himself, so it wasn't just her.)

When the ex's regimented schedule had demanded that my partner be home at the appointed hour every day to feed "the kids", all was well ... at the expense of my partner's labor, and my partner's ability to have an actual social life and do things with friends.

Now, this cat does appreciate being fed. She's earned a few names on account of her increasingly vocal demands to be fed, typically starting about an hour before feeding time. (Most of them are even printable.) And if the feeding is late -- oh, my. (Everyone has come to the understanding that while an hour late is no big deal ultimately, it's probably better for whoever is present to feed her, if it's anything beyond that or if she appears to be in any actual distress. And then tell the Human In Charge, because she will cheerfully make as though she's Never Been Fed, Ever when a food-giver returns home. Even when she's already eaten.)

So when my partner was living with Host Family #2, they borrowed some wet/dry automatic feeders (with ice pack) in service of being able to be out & about and spend the night away, without overly distressing the cat. This worked reasonably well.

Then they returned the feeders. They then tried to replace them.

Friends, do you know how very goddamn many nearly identical compartment feeders with a rotating lid exist on places like Amazon? A very bloody lot, as it turns out. And not all of them are up to the challenge of being worked at by a determined and highly food-motivated hacker-kitten.

Candidate Feeders 1 and 2 had a spring-loaded lid. Hacker-Kitten dug at it with her little blunt pussywillow-paws until the lid crept back, then held it there (somehow) and stuck her little face in, and ate extra portions.

Candidate Feeder 3 looked like the loaner feeder, but Hacker-Kitten batted at the protective plastic cover on the brain/engine core, and broke the manual advance button by standing on it, then dug it open despite the lack of springs and claws. Subsequently the thing didn't work at all.

Candidate Feeder 4 was the same model as 3, but I'd taped down the core's cover in a way that defeated the attempts to open it that way. After the evening meal, I put it up out of harm's way for the night, and put it down again in the morning. She ate her breakfast on schedule, but come 5:30pm or so and she'd dug the top around to the next meal, early.

This morning when my partner put it out again (only dry food, this time) loaded with today and tomorrow's meals, a little past breakfast I saw she'd opened the dinner compartment just a little. So I put it up, and sent my partner the link to the (not cheap) feeder I found that will do 1/8 cup increments of dry food and uses an entirely different mechanism. I'll put it down when I leave for my event this evening, then see what she's done to it by the time I return...

We're hoping that Feeder 5 will do the trick.

It would be ideal to be able to give her both wet and dry food on a timer (and keep the wet food refrigerated, naturally) for 2-3 days. But failing that, just dry food will keep her fed well enough that she won't be yowling and desperate if an evening out goes longer than planned. (Usually we feed her early if we think we'll be out significantly past her dinner. But that doesn't always work.) Provided she doesn't eat it all early...
st_aurafina: Shaw's face, the lower half. Text = indigo five alpha (POI: Indigo five alpha)
[personal profile] st_aurafina
Title: What'd You Expect Fairies to Do?
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Words: 249
Characters/Pairings: Root/Shaw
Warnings/Content: Wingfic, Fairies (but not tooth fairies)
Notes: For [community profile] 15kisses, prompt = Wings. Originally posted at FFA.

Summary: Root knew it would be amazing when she and Shaw finally got together, but this exceeded even her expectations.

Also at the Archive

They finally had a chance to tear off each other's clothes )
neotoma: My Glitch Avatar, with brown skin, purple hair, and cat ears (Glitch)
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Spanokopita, pint of cherry tomatoes, donut peaches, red raspberries, blueberries, early apples, bell peppers, and onions.

I'll make red raspberry jam soon.

Also, I went to Behnke's with the Vegan Knitter and got my orchids looked at. Two are in bigger pots, one got its medium changed, and the other is doing just fine. I'll go back around February and have them checked again. I spent a good while chatting with a couple and their godson about fall vegetable gardening (including a plug for growstuff) as we all waited to be seen, so that was nice. I did successfully make a saving throw against the 40% off sale, even though that included 'ornamental' pepper plants. I did pick up some seed packets, so it looks like I'm going to try Romanseco Broccoli again. Maybe I should start the seeds now..?

One year

Aug. 5th, 2017 12:46 am
azurelunatic: The Wizards' Oath from Diane Duane's books, labeled "RTFM" (RTFM)
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One year ago Wednesday, I went in to the hospital to get my uterus out. The biopsy was a bit weird, and the standard of care said to just take the damn thing out. They didn't think it was cancer yet, but still out.

On the way there, Teshi and I got behind a landscape truck of some kind. I can't remember the exact name but it was something like Lone Mountain, and the plate said LONE1.

I was raised on the Young Wizards books, and I know as well as anyone what you do when you meet the Lone Power. "Greetings and defiance," I said, then told Steph.

I knew that as a warning, and I was not fully surprised when the uterus was full of cancer.

It's out. I've been irradiated.

I am here beside my partner in their bed, safe and warm and secure in the knowledge that if something weird happens, they or I will notice.

murder songs are really the best

Aug. 4th, 2017 03:25 pm
sporky_rat: An Brown Owl from the Bunny Comic  (owls are so cool and amazing)
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I've been procrastinating on something, but I don't know what. My desk is mostly clean - there's a few items that need to find a home and there's some items that live on my desk but don't have a container or something for them (digital camera, non-pop-up sticky notes, mini-stapler). My small planner/journal that's been keeping me on track these last few days is sitting on my desk too, but it moves around the house with me (hurrah cargo pockets!) so there's that.

paper brain - planner/journal )

NEW MEDS. more information about my new meds and how they're going - nothing weird ) I am also feeling productive again! And desirous of going out and doing some walking which leads too....

WALKING. I did the first episode of Zombies! Run again and did 2.7km (1.678 miles) yesterday. I need to build the muscles on the sides of my shinbones back up. They used to be okay (lo these many years ago) but having issues with walking for so long has sort of atrophied them. But I'm working on it! Slow but steady. Eventually I'll be able to run again.

This later part of August has a Dystopia Rising event. I need to check my stuff and see if it's usable. There's a date on starter equipment (I don't have to worry about my weapon at least, it's my fists [as represented by boffers]). All my stuff expires this month, so I think I can use it this month and it's no good next month. I can live with that. If I can't run fast enough to get out of the way of the Zed, then I don't deserve to be a Red Star.

I need to work on my Herald Boards this month too, since I'm teaching a heraldry class at Kingdom A&S. (Not my idea, I was told to do so by the Class-o-Crat, who happens to also be one of the Gleann Abhann Gemstone Heralds).

An orgasm in every mouthful...

Aug. 4th, 2017 04:26 pm
aunty_marion: Loki made me do it (Loki made me do it)
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...well, almost. I was doing a pretty good 'When Harry Met Sally' impression, I can tell you!

You see, I got an email from Fullers, owners of the Parcel Yard pub inside King's Cross, where we knit on Fridays, offering a free scoop of Laverstoke Park Farm ice cream with the voucher code. So I told friend R (the only other one who regularly turns up - we do have others sometimes, but it's very often just her and me...) about it, and we agreed that a scoop of ice cream would be rather nice to try. Apparently it's made with 100% organic buffalo milk...

We had coffee, and shared a pork burger on chollah (I had most of the burger, the red onion slices, and half the bun, she had the rest), and some chips with our usual coronation mayo, and I'd already asked the waiter about the ice-cream, and he said he'd be back to take the code later. So when R came back from the ladies', we asked; four flavours - strawberry, vanilla, orange choc chip, and salted caramel. Well, I'm a sucker for salted caramel, and R liked the sound of the orange choc chip. And we were going to either share the scoop, or pay for one, have one free, and share the cost; but I'd discovered that actually, they'd sent me TWO emails. With different codes. So, we said, can we get two free? Sure! said he. One for each code, no problem.

And then another of the waitresses appeared, and told us sternly that the voucher only applied to VANILLA. It doesn't say that anywhere on the email! But she was adamant, so we said well, OK, then, we'd have vanilla. And it came, obviously having been scooped out several minutes earlier from the way it was melting, and it was THREE scoops each! Well, fine by us, and it was excellent vanilla too, with lots of vanilla seeds in it. So we ate it. And then...

...the original waiter appeared, with two dishes containing three scoops each of our original order, saying 'your icecream, ladies?' Erm, we were told it was just vanilla, we said, and so we've eaten it... Well, he said, do you want this anyway? We said yes please! (prepared to pay for it if necessary!), and tucked in, having first swapped one scoop each so we could taste the alternatives.

The orange choc chip was delicious, slightly sorbet-y - very 'icy' with lots of crystals in. The salted caramel ... I took one taste and nearly swooned. Ohgodohgodohgod... Smooth, and creamy, and you could TASTE the saltedness, exactly the right amount, and rich and ... ohgodohgodohgod. I have NEVER had an ice cream that good.

I don't think I'm going to need much else to eat today. Six scoops of ice-cream... (And they didn't charge us for any of it!!!)

I came to the conclusion that the only way it could possibly have been improved was perhaps by being licked from Tom Hiddleston's naked body. Or something similar.

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