Tuesday, February 8, 2022

macbeth... and random acts of insanity

Who would have guessed that this episode of VLTAT would have two topics that go so very well together that they could be synonyms?
Certainly not I!
I certainly had not planned for the two to mesh so well...
I mean, not consciously, I mean...
so it must be the universe stepping in and setting it up, to see if I'd notice.
What a marvelous inside joke between me and the powers that be!
(smile!) 

First was the Shakespeare classic, one which always transports me back in time to Mrs. Thorne's senior English class.
This time, the story was told on the silver screen at Cinematique, in the form of the 2021 film, "The Tragedy Of Macbeth".
Denzel Washington played the title role, and did so very well, but the actor who most impressed me was Brendan Gleeson as good King Duncan, treated most foully.
I very much enjoyed Stephen Root's performance, too, as the Porter, adding a splash of mirth to the madness all around.
Afterward, I had only about an hour's break until my favorite Floridian improv troupe stormed the stage.
Not enough time to return to the condo, so why not a little walk?
I only got as far as the tobacco shop.
Rain was spraying gently, not enough for a soaking, but more than was needed to dampen and chill, especially on this cool night.
So, I stood in that alcove, humming to myself, watching others bustle hither and you.
Then... a young man walked by, singing!
And just what was that tune springing forth?
carry you into my arms, 
that's where you belong, 
in my arms, baby, yeah!"
Wow!!!
I tried to sing along, but couldn't seem to catch the right key.
Still, what a wonderful treat!
Not quite like having a poem created for me, 
but, still, such a treat!
RAI let me know my suggestions were appreciated, from the very first game of "99 ___ walk into a bar" to the dark and creepy "Press Conference" a little later.
There's Jenna, Andrew Ramos, Matt, and Danno (with an unseen Sam on the sidelines as emcee).
They took my word - "keys" - and came up with puns galore, such as "99 keys walk into a bar and it was off the chain", and "99 keys walk into a bar and they had rings" and "99 keys walk into a bar and they turned and locked up" - hahahaha!
Then, a couple of skits later, we came to the "Press Conference", with Jenna, Andrew, and Danno as reporters tossing out hint-laden questions to help Matt, the 'celebrity', determine just who he was and what it was he had done that made him famous.
'Shrek' said I, and someone else added 'Ghost', so he was 'Ghost Shrek and he had killed Baby Yoda'.
Like I said, pretty dark and creepy! LOL!
Another skit, then one of my favorites: "Three-Headed Opera Singer"!
(Odd Lot always did this as "Three-Headed Story Teller", but I like the addition of the music!)
This had all its input from Gary, a guy whose wife had volunteered him for "Fill In The Word" earlier.
So, just what did Gary do?
He had Jenna-Andrew-Matt (I like to think of them as JAM!) sing a love song to Barbara, about one of her favorite activities: skiing!
It really was a high point of the show!
Well, it was for me.
I like the more positive stuff, not the dark and creepy negative vibe.
For instance, the very last skit, a long-form story called "Grandpa's Attic", featured a pyramid of German skulls, a magical globe that seemed to do everything except restore people's ability to walk, and a yo-yo made of linen.
I know, that last item sounds pretty innocuous, but it was the reason Grandma couldn't walk.
I don't know how the grandson was able to keep his cool after these horror tales.
Then again... just because I don't care for that genre doesn't mean others feel the same.
From where I was in the back corner, the rest of the audience liked it.
Just know this: I left with a smile!
I had gone out front to congratulate the troupe on their show and one of them, Matt, made a point of coming out of the mix to chat one on one with me.
You know why?
He wanted to thank me for being a regular!
And how did he know I was?
Isn't that the coolest thing?!
(smile!)
Now, I'll have to remember that #RAI is on TwitchTV and see if I can catch them there.
(smile!)

Monday, February 7, 2022

vltat: bingo at the beach!

Welcome, one and all, to the Audrey and Grant show!
I do so enjoy them as the Bunker Bingo hosts!
As I was going to be away from home, I had questioned myself about even keeping my reservation for the games, but, in the end, and given the dreary weather both home and here in Ormond, I'm glad I had this to entertain me on this Monday night!
The KC Crew was playing music for me to jam along with, too - thanks, Grant!
My guess is he has older siblings that turned him onto the rock and roll of the '70's ad '80's, because he certainly isn't old enough for all that.
I am, though!
And he was even taking requests!
(smile!)
Audrey was taking requests, too, but not for music.
She was keeping one eye on the chat bar, so when we made comments, she could reply, just as is this was being played right there in Kansas City.
For instance, during the third game, I chatted that my card was "freeeeezing..."
Next thing I know, Audrey is saying, ""Hang in there, Faustina, let's see if we can get you some numbers!"
And, she did!
"And I just got one!" I wrote in the chat. 
"Thanks, Audrey!"
"Good for you, Faustina," was her vocal reply!
She really is a sweetie!
(smile!)
As for my cards, please don't think that I came anywhere near getting a B-I-N-G-O on this occasion.
I contented myself with the thrill of the chase for that elusive ideal sequence...
and with the different patterns formed by the black squares of called numbers.
Take this card, for example.
By the time someone else had B-I-N-G-O, I had placed only four numbers, plus the 'free space' in the middle.
No worries, though!
I rather liked the daisy bobbing back at me from that field of butterscotch gold!
(smile!) 
Now, the fun is d-o-n-e and it's time for food!
Audrey and I are hungry!!!
(smile!)

argentum et aurum

What a dismal, dreary scene, right?
This photo might as well have been taken in black & white, for all the lack of color in it.
Hardly looks like Daytona Beach, does it?
But, it is.
This was taken from the top floor of the Daytona Beach Regency, where a Diamond Resorts salesman was lying to me, just as his buddy Bill England had years ago.
Yeah, there's that name again: the lying sack of crud that told me I had to buy another 3,000 points if I wanted to maintain my Silver Elite status.
I had left that meeting in tears, but with the 3,000 points and deeper in debt.
Lying sack of crud.
So, when Lloyd Demsey had asked me how I felt about being an owner with Diamond, I told him about that lying sack of crud who had sold me points I didn't need and had not cared that I was crying.
To his credit, Lloyd looked shocked.
He told me he knew the man and had thought he was a good guy.
Yeah... that's not been my experience with him.
Lloyd then asked me what it would take to make me feel better about being a DRI owner.
I told him I wanted them to take back those 3,000 points and pay me back the money that had been wrongfully taken from me.
I might as well have asked him for a slice of the moon on a platter.
Although he told me he would try to make that happen, he knew he was lying.
Moreover, he knew that I knew he was lying.
But, fine, I played the game.
When he said he thought he could get the money back for me if I would submit a letter requesting that be done, I wrote it.
He even dictated the words that he said would be most likely to recoup my funds.
He didn't even raise a fuss when I took this photo.
In fact, that's his hand at the top of the page.
(He even shared a video clip of him playing piano, so feel free to jog on over to youTube to watch him.)
So, did he get that money back for me?
Oh, please.
Diamond Resorts doesn't do give-backs!
Okay, what did he do?
Well, he talked to me about growing up in Miami and claimed to be familiar with the Crescent Resort on South Beach, which I had so enjoyed.
He talked about his grandfather, who resembled Lorne Greene of "Bonanza" and was absolutely in awe that I had been to the Ponderosa Ranch; that was back in 2000, and we'd had a steak dinner on a tin plate and drunk from tin cups.
(That place closed in 2004.)
He talked about the Hilton Vacations to be available starting in April of this year and applied for their American Express card to help make the transition easier for me; again, he was shocked that I already had such a card and have had it more than a decade.
(But he put through the application anyway, to boost my available credit.)
But more than any of those topics, he spoke to me of Yukon Cornelius' song.
Now, I'm not saying he referred to the miner by name...
but he certainly kept singing about "Silver And Gold".
Over and over and over.
That's because he was trying to convince me to BUY MORE POINTS.
Seriously.
I had come into the meeting to have 3,000 points removed from my annual allotment, and his response was to SELL ME 15,000 MORE POINTS.
I even pointed out his math error, but that didn't matter.
What math error?
Gold Elite status kicks in at 30,000 points; I have 18,000 points.
To change my Silver to Gold, I would need 12,000 points.
No, he told me, I would have to buy 15,000 points to be Gold.
But that would give me a surplus of 3,000 points...
same as I've had for years now...
3,000 points that never get used, that get rolled over each year...
3,000 points that he was going to have removed, with the money back to me.
I guess he and that lying sack of crud probably are friends.
That's too bad.
I had hoped Lloyd Demsey was one of the good guys.
I wonder what Lorne Greene would make of that.

sweet dreams and good morning!

When you're smiling,

when you're smiling, 

the whole world smiles with you.


 

When you're laughing,

when you're laughing,

the sun comes shining through.

I just loved this buoyant short program!

He was obviously enjoying himself, and I've loved this song since I was a girl!

His was one of the first skates in the Men's Freestyle competition, and, for a brief time, he was in first place!

The 17-year-old from Japan ended up with a Silver medal when all was sad and done.

Good for Yuma Kagiyama!

And what a pleasant note to end my tiring day of travel in this cold weather!


 

Then, this morning, when I'd pulled up VH1 in the hopes of a music video, I got extra!

Yep, that's Tom Jones, acting as guardian angel for Carlton on "The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air"!

Carlton was feeling a bit like a loser and was thinking the family would have been better off had he never been born.

So, enter the angel to show him how lucky they are, a la "It's A Wonderful Life"!

Yes, indeed, this may not have been the music video I had expected: it was better, by far!

Right place, right time!

Now, to have a bit of breakfast!

Sunday, February 6, 2022

vltat: why 2 keys

"Why two keys?" 

Yes, that's the question Robin asked me, as I had just old her I was here alone.

"Okay, so who is Robin and where are you?"

She's the concierge and, as I'm Silver Elite, she was the one who checked me in.

"That means you're at a Diamond property again? Already?"

I am, as I needed a break from the cold. Days with highs in the low 50's drain me, as it's so difficult to get the house up to 60 on such days. I reasoned that even if it's cold outside where I go, at least it'll be toasty inside! So I had looked online Wednesday for an escape... and found one!

"Very nice for you! And just where is this haven?"

It's a two-bedroom suite at The Cove on Ormond Beach.

"I see. So, for sure, the weather there is not much different from that at home. And with the pandemic still runnin' 'round, you couldn't chance inviting an amiga."

That is correct. It's too chilly to eat on the balcony, but I could still enjoy the beach view, amiga o no.

"So, that does beg the question: why would you need two keys?"

As I told her, I keep one in the car. That way, when I leave the condo without that card key, I will still have my car keys... so I will be able to get back in without going to security.

"What a nifty idea!"

Thanks! You should have seen the look on Robin's face - priceless! She said that was very smart and she was going to start recommending that practice to other guests!

"I bet she did, too. What a good idea!"

Hey, all it took was me locking myself out once, years ago, and having to wait for the building security to come along on their rounds and let me back in. Well, after I proved that I was the one who was supposed to be there. After that, I always have a key for my pocket and a key for my car.

"And have you ever had to use the key in your car to gain re-entry to the condo?"

 Only about three or four times. Worked like a charm!

"Any big plans while you're there in Florida?"

Certainly not for today! I did go to Publix and get milk for my coffee tomorrow. A big salad (as Elaine would order) and part of a roasted chicken made for a magnificent meal while I enjoyed "The Princess And The Frog" on the Disney channel. And now... figure skating!

"Oh, very nice! And isn't that the Russian couple? Wasn't that the last of the couples skating, with the lifts and tandem axels and such?"

That's right! They were magnificent!

"This isn't the couples skate, though, is it?"

Good call! No, it's the ice dancing! That looks like such fun! It's patterened after ballroom dancing, too, so the important point is to always stay in time with the music and each other, not so much making certain maneuvers.

"This pair isn't part of the Team USA, right?"

Correct again! They are part of Team China and they were phenomenal to watch. He's easily a foot taller than her, but they moved so very gracefully together that the height difference didn't even figure in to the appearance.

"Wow."

I totally agree. Now, I'm going back to it. Later, chica!

"Enjoy!"

Friday, February 4, 2022

to see or not to see, that is the question

As bad as this pandemic has been, and as many lives as COVID has taken, the situation could have been much more dire.
That was the point driven home in "Blindness".
How did I come upon this film from 2008?
Rather by accident, truthfully.
I'd gone to "Moonfall" at the cinema and found it to be a throwback to the disaster flicks of the 1970's; I don't know if that was the film's goal, but that's how I perceived it.
It left me wanting something more... but staying at the AMC for the next batch of movies would have left me hanging for almost an hour.
So, I'd come home, to peruse the listings on HBO, in hopes of something free.
This one has Mark Ruffalo, so I held up and ran the projector, so to speak.
Good choice.
Based on the book that garnered the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature for its Portuguese author, Jose Saramago, it's a look at life in a pandemic.
Here's how it differs from the one we've been in for two years: the virus doesn't kill the people infected with it... it makes them blind.
Specifically, they become snowblind, only seeing bright whiteness with their open eyes.
There's no way to avoid it, as it is not spread by touch or cough or sneeze; just being in the presence of someone infected pretty well guarantees blindness within a day's time.
How scary is that?
At least the SARS-CoV-2 coronavirus doesn't affect our sight, leaving us free to binge-watch on television, or surf the ether web's currents, or take a drive to get out of the house.
Yes, just think about that: to not even be able to drive because the eyes are useless.
Very scary thought.
 
The movie, like the book, began innocently enough, with anonymous people living their busy lives in some large, unnamed city, in some unnamed country.
Suddenly, there's a traffic jam, caused by a car that has stopped without warning.
When three onlookers and a police officer approach the driver, he tells them he has gone blind and cannot see to drive.
One onlooker offers to help, to drive the now-blind driver to his home, and the man gratefully allows him to do so.
The onlooker gets the blind man into his apartment, then becomes a thief, taking off with the blind man's keys still in his possession, as well as the blind man's car.
When the blind man's wife comes home, she decides to take him to an eye doctor.
That's when they discover the theft of their car, so they get a taxi.
When they arrive at the optometrist's office, they interact with the receptionist, as well as the patients in the waiting room: a woman with her little boy; a call girl in dark sunglasses; and an aging man with an eye patch.
The doctor sees the blind man right away, but cannot find a problem with his eyes; he tells the blind man more intense study will need to occur at the hospital.
So the doctor sends the couple away.
When the doctor goes home that night, he discusses the mysterious case with his wife as she prepares dinner.
Meanwhile, the thief has sold the vehicle and gone to a bar and had a few drinks, interacting with the barkeep and patrons.
So, the driver (Patient, Ground Zero) has directly interacted with eleven people; all are blind the next day, just like him.
When the doctor wakes up and is blind, he and his wife - who has some innate immunity and is the only person to not go blind - go to the hospital, where the doctor is whisked away to a quarantine facility, with his wife going with him by claiming she was also blind...
even though she is not.
In fact, she never, ever becomes blind.
That allows her to help organize the shelter when others start arriving... including the thief, the receptionist, and all the doctor's patients who had been in the waiting room when the blind man came in.
Even the blind man's wife, the bartender, and many others arrive, with all forced by armed guards to stay in the confines of the building and its fenced yard.
At first, folks are willing to do as the she and the doctor say and stay calm.
That changes when one miscreant manages to convince others on his ward to take advantage of the lack of food to set up a barter system, first for jewelry, then for sex with the women of the other wards.

(As I was looking at the shambles that the shelter had become, one thing came to mind: the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans.
It had been meant to serve as a temporary home for those displaced by Hurricane Katrina, but a few bad selfish bullies took over, brutalizing the non-gang people trapped there.
Wow.)

So, back to the movie... while the bad men were running amok at the quarantine building, civilization outside the structure had gone straight to hell.
Anyone in a town was trapped there; anyone in the country was trapped as well, as all were blind and could not drive to anywhere else.
All were as desperate for food and for clean water as those in quarantine.
No electricity, no lights at night - neither were of use anyway, as everyone was blind.
That's what those in the quarantine building found after a fire drove them outside...
where they discovered the guards had deserted their posts at some point.

The band of people who had spent so much time with the doctor and his wife were led to the doctor's house, to try to decide what next to do.... but first, showers, clean clothes, a meal lifted from a store's cellar, and a good night's sleep.
The next morning, the doctor's wife is making coffee and breakfast...
and the blind man's sight suddenly returns.
Glory, glory!
The others trust that their vision will also return!
They will all be able to return to their lives!
Only the older man with the eye patch and the woman who had been a call girl show some sadness about the news.
They had been treated to life as part of a group that cared for each other and had looked toward becoming a couple...
now, would they?
Could they?
Wow.

I don't know that I particularly liked the "happy" ending.
Even though the virus itself had not directly caused deaths, many had died, nonetheless.
People dying in fatal car wrecks, people dying in fatal falls, people dying from wounds that could not be properly treated because medical staff were also blind.
Then there are those who were killed by looters and rapists and people driven mad by the loss of their sight; those slain by armed guards, desperate to keep themselves sighted and apart from those tainted by the virus.
I'm sure there were also some who died by their own hand rather than spend the rest of their uncertain lives with only a screen of milky white as their field of vision..
No mention was made of any of these losses of life.
At least with this pandemic of 2019 - yes, that's when it began in the world at large, though our little corner would be safe for several months in 2020 - the loss of life has been carefully tabulated on a daily basis, as this very real virus can, and does, directly kill many of those who become infected by it.

I've got some "Quantum Leap" to distract me now.
And, like last night's episode, these two from Season 2 are appropriate.
The first, "The Americanization of Machiko", follows a young Japanese woman who has married into a small-town family by wedding their sailor son.
(The first person to go blind from the virus was Japanese.)
The episode that follows?
It's about a blind pianist.
Right place, right time.
Wow.

Thursday, February 3, 2022

wht th hll ws tht?

I started my day with the SNL that had Steve Martin uttering the one line, in multiple inflections and different word stressing, over and over... just to kill time until the broadcast was done.

And he did, out there solo on the stage, pacing about, until his signalling had convinced Bill Murray to join him and to occasionally say the line, too.

And just what was that utterance?

"What the hell was that?"

They may well have been referencing this skit, shown moments earlier.

Dressed as some lyrical fairy, with plenty of extra flora to mask his manly portion, Steve had danced about to distract Gilda Radner's damsel in distress from the fate which awaited her from the guards.

Magnificent fun!

That was s5e1, for those wondering, in which Steve played host and Blondie was the musical guest.

To my mind, that pairing had to be an inside joke for the producers!

Speaking of such things, I have one of those for the physicist and I've made sure to place it by my keys so I won't forget!

What's that?

Let me clarify!

It's "Le Chat Noir", a hand-cranked music box to appeal to his Luddite soul - hahaha!

And what song does it play?

Why, a hurly-burly, burlesque, French tune, of course: "The Cancan", heard wherever skirts are raised and pantaloons are flouted!

In fact, here he is, cranking the the little handle to hear the song as it tinkles out!

(Hahaha! That sounds a bit bawdy, doesn't it?!)

As I told him, I thought it would bring a nice moment of lighthearted mirth into his day, as well as encouraging him to smile and take a break.

He agreed wholeheartedly.

He even said he already knows exactly where he shall place it on his desk!

That's most excellent!

I had thought of him the moment I saw this in the gift shop at the Cici And Hyatt Brown Museum; I had thought of dear Contessa, too.

It isn't that she was a black cat... but she would have appreciated burlesque, I just know she would have; I think the bfe would agree with that point, as the little music box made him think of that tortoise-hued beauty, too.

Perhaps that's what had me tearing up, there in the parking lot.

He had said that maybe next time we met we should have some activity, like mini-golf or something, rather than just dinner.

For some reason, batting cages popped into my mind and I started looking for the "mini movie" I have of Mulder teaching Scully how to hit a baseball.

As I'm looking, I start telling him about that episode of "The X-Files", the one called "The Unnatural", and how much the alien had loved that game and how, when he died, he did so as a real human, not an alien... and my voice cracked and I started to cry and he waited patiently for me to pull myself back together... but I don't know that I quite did.

That is, until I got home and my house was dark and I could not get into my driveway.

In fact, every house on my side of the street was dark.

That's because the top of a tree had broken off, landing on the power line, where it began to smolder.

Thank God someone noticed it, starting to burn in my neighbor's back yard, and called the fire department, which had called Georgia Power.

By the time I arrived, the fuss was almost done.

The burning branches had been doused and removed, the power line had been checked for damages, and the three-truck crew had contacted the powers that be to see about turning back on the grid.

All told, I was only out there about thirty minutes.

It did give me a chance to talk to my neighbors, and to talk to a young couple with their toddler (who refused to eat his dinner with no lights in the house), and to talk to the fellows working with the utility department.

That was good, all the way around.

And to think: I had almost gone to a movie after dinner with the bfe at Red Lobster.

If I had, I would have come home to the flashing light on the stove and wondered what had happened to the power on such a clear, warm, day as this has been.

Funny how things work out.

As for the tree, the crew said it was not dead, but was alive.

My guess is the tree had sustained windshake damage during Hurricane Matthew; now, five years later, it had grown past the point where that damaged area could support the weight of those lofty branches.

I wonder if they do autopsies on such trees to find the weak spot?

In other words: what the hell was that?

(smile)

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

from a groundhog to pigs in space

I've been keeping tabs on the "Premium Channels" button of "On Demand", sure that someone, somewhere, would grace me with "Groundhog Day".
Nothin' doin'.
Quite disappointing, I must say.
The weather was reasonably warm (mid-60's), so the first order of the day was laundry.
Bear in mind that task took a while, as this was the first time I've washed clothes this year; I had three loads of regular wash, plus a load of sheets.
Rather than the usual 90 minutes, this batch took two hours.
I'd thought to take in an A*List movie, but I'd missed the start time.
Fine.
I'd have some po' girl ceviche and see if I could locate the Bill Murray flick on youTube.
After five or six false starts - each of which wanted me to click on a "blue link" and create a new user ID so I could watch the "free" movie they had - I finally landed on a site that that done a work-around.
Oh, goodie!
Thanks, Bruce Huang, for taking the time to do all of that editing!
He had a list of "film clips" that made a coherent-enough plot line to be a satisfactory telling of the tale of the two Phils in Punxatawney.
Even with random subtitles and ads, it was still a watchable, though abbreviated, movie.
Yes, most definitely the compilation was a satisfactory scratching of my mental itch!
With that mission accomplished, what about a trip to the cinema?
It's been a while since I went to a movie at night.
The afternoon matinees are less populated, so I prefer those...
but it's been a while since I've completed an A*List dance card.
Partly it's the fault of AMC.
What a drought of new movies to the silver screen!
With the Oscars soon approaching, I'd thought they'd be only to glad to trot back out some of those nominated for another run, as well as showing some the local cinemas had missed.
Nope, and nope.
So, having already seen the lone new one this week, my choices were movies I'd already seen (as well as a horror flick I'll gladly omit).
The winner, viewed for the fourth time (or perhaps the fifth?), was "Sing 2", first viewed December 28th.
This time, I made note of the incredible art work done: the gossamer transparency and breezy flow of the lace shawl worn by Nana, the steam lazily spiraling up from Clay Calloway's cup of hot tea, the spinning wheels of the roller skates on the rainbow-hued dancing flamingoes.
Wow.
And, as always, I cried at two key moments.
The first was when Ash was on the porch steps, singing "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of", and the still-grieving Clay comes out and sits beside her, signalling for her to finish the song.
Yeah, that one really gets me.
The second bout of tears was again with an encounter between the porcupine and the lion, this time for "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", with the "Out Of This World" audience echoing back the refrain.
I keep thinking about encouraging my ex to see this movie.
Yes, even though it's animated, even though its target audience isn't men in their 50's.
He's a long-time fan of U2 and Bono.
Yes, I think I'll refer him to it anyway.
He probably even knows why the Irishman agreed to be in this movie.
Now, though, it's time for Sam Beckett to leap into a Bogart-esque detective!
It isn't "Casablanca", but this "Quantum Leap" into 1953 has gorgeous clothes and hairstyles, as well as rather nifty dialogue.
Definitely a favorite!
(smile)

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

happy new year to all tigers!


Today is the first day of the new Chinese year, and what a year I hope it will be!

Anne El-Habre shared this meme on fb and it has five of my favorite tigers - hooray!

So, happy new year to you, Shere Khan, and please muss Mowgli's hair for me!

And happy new year to you, Master Tigress, as you help Po become the best Panda ever!

Happy new year, dear, dear, Tigger, and try to reassure Eeyore that all is well!

Wishing a happy new year to you, Tony the Tiger, as you enjoy those frosted flakes!

And, last but certainly not least in my heart, happy new year, my dear, dear, Hobbes, and please remind Calvin that the days are just full, as always!

(smile!)