tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128607742012-02-16T08:20:23.420-05:00I don't know who you are but you really have to be bored to be here reading this. Some of it is funny. Some of it makes no sense. It is what it is. No express warranty is written or implied. Not compatible with all Hot Wheels Cars. Some assembly required. Batteries not included. If Swallowed, do not induce vomiting. If it lasts for more than 4 hours... Well, I have nothing to do with that and really, I don't even want to know the story... Just read on.Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-37432389327928594982010-05-19T15:26:00.001-05:002010-05-19T15:26:58.625-05:00

I have a confession to make. I have a secret fear that I am going to share with you. All three of you that read my blog. Clowns don't scare me. I am not scared of big dogs (despite being mistaken for a chew toy as a kid once or twice) and I have no problem dealing out the big squishy on bugs of various shapes and sizes. No worries there. What I am afraid of, downright terrified of in fact, are

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Sometimes I wish I were a secret assassin, capable of scaling walls in the dark of night to carry out the cold vengeance upon some unsuspecting evil doer. If I had to fight my way through a horde of flesh eating zombies, so much the better.  My Katana of justice would slice and dice the undead into quivering giblets as I stalked my doomed prey without mercy. Alighting to the second floor

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What is love? What is that thing that binds us to something other than our selves? That powerful emotion that makes us say what we don't mean, do things we'd rather not do. I've been trying to define, for myself, what it means to me directly. After all, love is the single most personal feeling a human can truly feel. But what does that mean for me? It's been nine days since my wife has been home

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You know, I have had weird dreams. I mean really, really strange dreams. Dwarfs with lightsabers, Nazis on surfboards fighting ninjas. I once had a dream where the car I was driving had wheels made of Oreos. Took me forever to get home on account of me snacking on the tires. But last night. Last night I had the mother of all dreams.  First I am going to start with the Raccoons. They were the

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Well... It's been a minute since I have made the time to post something. Anything. Baseball season started and I made pizza and it rained a few times and I broke a sprinkler head on the lawn. The whole Insanity workout crashed and burned. Twice. Going to try to get that bird in the air again. Just as soon as the swelling subsides. I might (and I stress MIGHT) be getting too old to go jumping

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I was going to go on a whole rant about health care and government waste but you know what? It doesn't matter. No one is listening. The inmates run the asylum and they are careening out of control. Awesome. You know what would be a good idea? If politicians and their aides had to pass a course on American Government and the Constitution. That would be really nice. But I am not going to talk about

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I would like to thank Reggie for stepping in for me yesterday. He is a trooper and we are really looking forward to him coming along with the family this summer, where ever we end up. As for me, unfortunately I was a little too busy to drop a blog on you guys. Oh. Wow. That didn't come out right. I was other wise engaged. In other things. Other than blogging. Are you wondering how the Insanity

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Hello there sheeple. It's your old pal Reggie the Wonder Sheep here. I decided since a certain someone we both know is currently crying, curled in the fetal position over in the corner (whining like a little girl about some supposedly insane workout he is trying to do, I might add...)  I would step in and let you know how things are going. And to that end, I have two words for you: Good. Times.

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Would it be an exaggeration to say that my whole body is hurting? Probably not. It aches when I breathe, when I move, when I look to my left to find my glass of water. Hell, my scalp is tender. Today on the Insanity Home Tour was the Cardio Uber Blastorama something or other, followed by a session on the rack, hot pokers and possibly some form of water boarding. Although that last one might have

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Oh I miss my friends. I do. Jelly Filled and Creme Filled. We had the most wonderful conversations. Donuts are great pals to talk to if you haven't noticed. They love you unconditionally, the let you talk without interrupting them - they are far too polite to cut you off in mid-stream - and they generally leave you with warm fuzzies. What's not to like? My donut friends were so cool, they never

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Oh man. I don't even know where to start today. I'm pretty sure that you've heard the expression "writing a check your body can't cash". Well... I done did it. See, I knew my workouts at the gym were suffering from severe slackitude. A desperate lack of sincere effort was leading to diminished results. It was well, to quote Buddy the Elf, very sucky. So, goofing off on a Saturday with nothing at

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"If we're going to win the pennant, we've got to start thinking we're not as good as we think we are." - Casey StengelReggie Answers Fan Mail DEAR REGGIE  "You seem like a generally great sheep, Reggie, so I have to wonder why you are slumming next to that lame-oid Yankees ball." Well, that's actually a great story. As it turns out my

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Sometimes, believe it or not, I don't have time to write a blog entry. So I have decided to allow my good friend Reggie to pinch hit for me every now and again. He used to work for Serta and even did some acting. He got laid off a few months ago and has been making ends meet by trimming peoples grass. He keeps me company on the way to work and likes to flip off drivers that cut us off. Sometimes,

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So the last two years I took the clone and the rest of the family to the fantasical world of the Florida keys. Fantastical in that Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (a la Tim Burton) kind of way. Scary, beautiful, sort of creeps you out when you least expect it but generally harmless and usually fun. I love the Keys. Tropical, gorgeous and a world unto itself. There is a strange vibe to the place

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I was at the gym this morning and the official treadmill subject of the day was texting while driving. The local news affiliate was going on about plans to introduce legislation to ban texting while driving. Really? We need a law for that? Why not have a law that says you shouldn't eat boogers or men wearing thongs to the beach is a bad idea? Hey, what about a law that covers not stealing

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Well I was completely planning on writing something incredibly funny, clever and sure to brighten your day. Instead, I got car jacked by Monday, and taken to his secret lair somewhere in the Okeechobee swamps. Now it's late on Tuesday and I only managed to escape after killing Monday with a shiv fashioned from an old spork I found in my desk and managed to grab before the day completely got out

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As I tried to figure out where to park my brain for an hour while writings today's entry, I got to surfing. Nothing quite like the random nonsense on Google to keep you in idle, is there? No. I submit that there is not.  I thought to myself, "Self... maybe we need to do another one of those stupid surveys or something." And then Self was all like, "Nah. We did that already. Come up with

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Have you ever been told that if you are nervous speaking in front of a large crowd you should imagine the audience in their skivvies and things will just be peachy? Yeah. That's doesn't work. At least for me. See, what I discovered was that I was too preoccupied with what I was going to say to effectively strip the audience. And how exactly is that supposed to help? What about people that are in

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Hans, Booby. What were you thinking? Oy Vey. According to the Associated Press (click here for the article) Hans Kurt Kubus, a German Citizen was sentenced to 14 days in jail and fined for trying to sneak aboard a plane with his pants stuffed to overflowing with geckos. I know some people have weird fetishes and Germans (at least from what I have heard) are a particularly outside of the box

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Did you know, that on this day in 1979, The Dukes of Hazzard debuted on CBS? I loved that show when I was a kid. Probably not an unusual sentiment for anyone that grew up in the same time period as I did. What was a little weird was the fact that I was a Puerto Rican kid living in Brooklyn. I'd never heard of Hazzard County, Georgia. Or Waylan Jennings for that matter. Country Music? Nope. I

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Once in a generation a talent comes along that is so amazing, so powerful, it can only be marveled at. You see it first hand and you're still not sure how it happened. I had that happen to me this weekend. First off let me say that I love my kids. Wow. How's that for going out on a ledge, huh? I happen to think my kids are the coolest thing since sliced bread. So much more interesting than other

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Sometimes you hear things and you say to yourself, "Nah. I didn't hear that. I need to clean my ears out..." Oh yeah, happens to me all the time.  So what am I supposed to do when I read something so bizarre I actually laugh out loud nervously because I have no idea what else to do?  Do I clean my eyes out with alcohol?  Sounds a little painful.  Anyway, Hugo Chavez said that the US caused the

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Can you hear me now? I thought I would test this whole SMS posting thing on the blog. The only problem I can forsee is the distinct lack of funny pictures. Oh well. Maybe in the next version. Edit: Okay. It worked. I think I can add pics but I will have to edit them later on to add the pithy comments. I doubt I will be using this feature on a regular basis but since I do shop at Wal-Mart on

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Well, I know I have kind of dragged this thing on long enough. Time for the cliff notes version. Out of work for long time. Worked freelance. Had good times. Had bad times. Got a job. Went to San Diego (good times) Yankees win #27. Revive the blog. There. All caught up. Fortunately for me, during those really rough patches, I was able to avoid working the corner to make ends meet. I don't care

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Okay. So there I was... Lost. Alone by a desolate river, grievously wounded from my near fatal battle with the dreaded Medusa and finding myself surrounded by giant Scorpions and my trusty winged horse Pegasus was nowhere to be found. Never trust a horse with wings. That's all I'm saying. Oh. Wait. Right. That was this other time. Back when I lived in Ancient Greece. I think I was supposed to

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So. How ya doin? Miss me? Probably not. It's okay. I wouldn't miss me either. I've been distant and uncaring. Vanished like Jimmy Hoffa, only I didn't end up buried under Giant's Stadium. At least not yet anyway. There's always tomorrow. So what have I been up to? This is awsome. So freaking awesome it could be a Lifetime Channel movie of the week. Only they'd kibosh it because: A) I'm a man

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Ah... here it is at long last. The recipe for my chocolate chip cookie bomb.Billy's Chocolate Chip Cookie Bombs3 1/2 Cups Flour1 Cup Oats1 teaspoon baking soda1 teaspoon baking powder1/4 teaspoon salt1 1/4 Cups Brown sugar3/4 Cup white granulated sugar2 Whole eggs1 Egg yolk3 sticks of unsalted butter2 Tablespoons Vanilla extract12 oz chocolate chipsAdd nuts as desiredPreheat the over to 350

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Ah. What a story. A really, really, really long story. It involves international intrigue, political happenings and plain old luck.But I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, I am here. Alive and well and counting down the days until a new era dawns.New Hope.New beginnings.When the world brightens up with unrealized potential and possibilities.That's right yo.April 16, 2009.New

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Apparently Chuck Norris has a son he never knew about. Shelley Duncan, 1st Baseman and Designated Enforcer of the New York Yankees slid into second base during a spring training game between the aforementioned Yankees and the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.Or is it just Rays now?It doesn't matter.There is some bad blood between the two teams since the Yankees lost a catching prospect to a broken wrist that

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-18585669821082840062008-03-12T13:53:00.001-05:002008-04-24T07:35:57.135-05:00

Well it's been a few days since I last laced up the blog shoes. Had a nice busy weekend. Don't know about you but it was flat out gorgeous down here in the Sunshine state.Well, with the possible exception of Friday evening when we had a quasi-deluge of biblical proportions. My son's baseball game was rained out.Yeah. I'm a coach.I was disappointed. Mostly because my father actually made the

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So MegaCon is coming to town today. And I don't think I will be able to go this year. Again. What the smurf, I work hard, I do good and stuff. Why can't I go and check out hard core nerdyness? Where's my autographed picture of Boba Fett? I'm going to be too busy this weekend to go. Did you know that the dude from Heroes was going to be there? Have I mentioned that I watch Heroes? No? I do. Bet

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I heard that Patrick Swayze was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer.Bad times.Bad, bad times.In 1989, way back when I was still living in the Ghetto, two rather strange looking men happened upon our block.They were white and they didn't have badges and they weren't driving ambulances so it was really weird."What, uh, watchu guys doing here?"Yeah. I really talked like that when I was a kid. What can

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When I was a kid, I did a lot of stupid things. Yeah. You know what? I still do stupid things but that's neither here nor there. There was this one time we, the neighborhood kids, got our hands on a professional slingshot.Yes there is such a thing.It looked just like the one I posted.Anyhoo...We basically spend the day busting out the windows on abandoned tenements and cars.Hey, if no one lives

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You ever wake up and immediately wish you could go back to bed? That's me most days. That was me this morning. We had a couple of folks out yesterday so I didn't get my 15 minute window to whip out something incredibly funny and insightful like I usually do.Plus there were no good pictures on the Drudge Report to make fun of.Slow news day I guess.So what's new people?Anything interesting happen

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Okay. Why Drudge? Why? I know that the American Media is, well, slimy. But all Harry wanted to do was serve his country. But nooooooo. The Drudge report had to blow it. Now every angry Taliban hooligan is scouring the Afghan countryside looking for His Royal Highness. (Why did I just have to add Taliban to the dictionary? Has Microsoft been hiding under a rock or something since 2001!?!) Anyway,

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What? Am I the ONLY person on the planet that has seen the Terminator? Didn't Sarah Connors tell the world that they were coming? Didn't Morpheus warn us all about the Matrix?We know how deep the rabbit hole goes, yo. We know.I distinctly remember the Borg assimilating assorted members of Starfleet. Was it my imagination or did Jean Luc Picard end up with the broken bits of household appliances

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All aboard the nonsense express. I refuse to make sense today. I think I am going to go down Whimsy Lane and just blurt out whatever crawls out of the hole where my brain usually sits. If you need to take a pill first, now would be a good time. Tacos are best when crunchy. Silicone in one of my least favorite words. I wonder if Hillary Clinton can yodel? If I take a sandwich and divide into

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So it's been a few days, right? I had video to shoot on Thursday, plus the second installment of pixy sadist girl (a.k.a. Teeth Cleaning Part Deux). It was all gravy. Got to go out to lunch with the Band we were interviewing (on the Record Label's tab no less! Sweet!) The interview went smashingly. They kibitzed and played a tune.All in all, good times.And I got a copy of their new album!Schwag!

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I remember watching "The Spy Who Loved Me" as a kid. Well, I just remember watching the small while car turn into a submarine and thinking how freakin' sweeeeeeet it would be to have one.I remember getting a Matchbox version of the car too. I had to trade 2 cars to get it.I came out ahead in the trade because I only gave up a Pinto and a Gremlin.Come on! For a submarine James Bond car?A

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So is there going to be a party in Miami? You know, now that Castro is retiring? I wonder if he'll move to South Florida and take up shuffle board, canasta and bingo down at the Del Boca Vista VFW Post? Maybe he'll join the Ivy League lecture circuit or pick up a few choice endorsement deals somewhere and make a ton of money."Trust Fidel. Taco Bell is the best deal for your money...""Got

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Okay. So it's Monday. What? I can't look forward to the weekend? I spend the weekend doing a whole lot of nothing.Wait.I had some Raisin Bran (No Frills... this blog doesn't cover the cost of Kellogg's) and I made some chocolate covered strawberries.Mmm. Yummy.Played some Doom 3 and Quake 4.Oldies but goodies.So I guess it wasn't a total waste.On the Totally Awesome News Front, Major League

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So... Valentine's Day has come and gone. Now I will never be the same again.See, I have a daughter.Well, actually I have two but only one is in middle school.And unfortunately for me, she is really pretty.Luckily, boys are still sort of still outside her world at the moment.At least until yesterday.I get home from work, long day, glad to see my darling children frolic towards the door to greet

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Mitt and Johhny, sitting in a tree.TALKING...First comes love...Then comes marriage...Here comes Romney as the freshly minted Republican Vice Presidential Nominee?Sweet! Order me up some Campaign Bus Romney Action figures! And introducing the John McCain G.I. Joe Combat Hero Action Figure with Kung Fu grip!Oh yeah! Putting the smack down on opponents like an old school kung fu chop-socky movie!

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-71632831405348707552008-02-13T08:45:00.007-05:002008-02-13T14:09:21.458-05:00

Whoops! I was out yesterday. Had to have the teeth cleaned. Good times. Dental hygiene is important to overall body health.In case you didn't already know that.Now I have always had a ridiculous fear of the dental arts. My heart rate goes through the roof, I get that sick, gonna have to puke feeling in the tummy and my cloisters basically get all bunched up.It's my kryptonite, okay?Moving on.Now

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-13185051173411911192008-02-09T10:35:00.000-05:002008-02-11T08:52:47.312-05:00

Sometimes it's just too freaking easy. You can't make this stuff up.Well... technically I am making it up but you do have to admit that the picture makes it really easy to do right?It happens a lot.I'm going to have to get my own camera and start snapping pics because eventually, I will reach the end of the internet and I'll run out of funny images to use on my blog.And that would be the end of

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-24543180933469624692008-02-08T13:59:00.000-05:002008-02-08T14:11:22.977-05:00

Another week is gone and Friday is here. You would think I'd be more happy about it.I should.Except I don't have the energy. I feel a little drained what with the Super Bowl (still smiling from the Giants win...) the whole Super Tuesday thing, my cable company moving the Sci-Fi Channel on me without letting me know where they moved it to.And let me just say, I nearly lost it when I thought they

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-91198575902305224342008-02-07T09:18:00.001-05:002008-02-07T11:25:36.381-05:00

You ever wake up in a feisty mood? I do. All the time. I did today. I drove into work like Batman on a mission. I was running down the cars in front of me on the freeway like a lion runs down zebras...I'm constantly spoiling for a good tussle. Wait. I don't think I like that word.Tussle.Google time.tus·sle play_w("T0428900") (tsl)intr.v. tus·sled, tus·sling, tus·sles To struggle roughly;

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-49189178744245056682008-02-06T11:43:00.000-05:002008-02-06T15:25:07.864-05:00

I don't know what my Secret Service name would be honestly. I've been thinking about it. I've read a few articles here and there about how the Secret Service gives names to V.I.P's and the President and all his cool friends. I found a cool list and personally, I think Ronald Regan had the coolest SS Name.Rawhide.Can't you just hear the whip crackilating? (yeah... had to add crackilating to the

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-57484638129730435902008-02-05T09:51:00.000-05:002008-02-05T14:31:57.145-05:00

So.Super Tuesday.What's so super about it? All we get to do is choose, for the most part, the person we dislike the least. Where's the fun in that?That's like getting to pick between a punch in the face or in the gut.Either way, it's going to hurt.Most years the presidential primary race is basically over by this point. This year might be different what with a really divided electorate.Electorate

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-15084098616983656952008-02-04T10:44:00.000-05:002008-02-04T13:23:37.885-05:00

Can you believe what I just saw? How is this even possible? The perfect team with the perfect coach and the perfect wide receiver catching the perfect passes from the perfect quarterback loses to the East Rutherford Giants?Is that what you're telling me?When Brady tosses up that 4th and 20 Hail Mary to Moss zipping down the sideline and it's broken up with one second left I was

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-20146773664772918502008-02-01T15:28:00.000-05:002008-02-01T15:46:18.354-05:00

I was in the process of getting the whole blog thing done yesterday afternoon when BAM! My ISP lost their FTP and I nearly went all CQD and got my BFG to drop them ASAP.(Sweet. I had to add BFG to my dictionary.)Oh yeah. It was like that.I popped off a quick email as I furiously attempted to get the post updated because, gasp, two or three people might miss out on the inane ranting of a web

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-23337857113707437322008-01-31T07:57:00.000-05:002008-02-01T07:10:54.983-05:00

Sometimes an idea comes along...An idea so incredible I am left speechless. I am left in a quandary.I am left surfing dictionary.com and urbandictionary.com for more cool words to type here.In the words of the immortal Inspector Gadget.Wowzers.I could smack my self and call me Sally for not coming up with this idea.A nutcracker.Nutcracker?A nutcracker you say?Yes. Not just any nutcracker. The

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-25980333803112495722008-01-30T10:24:00.000-05:002008-01-31T10:55:18.845-05:00

The voters in the sunny state of Florida have spoken. They showed up in record numbers and made a statement heard across the land!It has shaken the halls of power and shifted allegiances across party lines.It was revolutionary.It was inevitable.Change is on the way people. Change is coming.The people said "We want lower property taxes!"So it is written, so shall it be done.I don't care what you

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-37359289377902812892008-01-29T08:37:00.001-05:002008-01-31T13:26:22.157-05:00

Yeah. So thankfully Dubya's final state of the Union didn't impede any new Chuck episodes, not that I watched. I don't think I could have handled that again.Would've had to go postal on something.Not sure what.But something would have had hell to pay.Maybe the pillow.Maybe that last Double Stuff Oreo.Something.Who wants to watch Ted Kennedy and Barak Obama (new BFFs!!!) chuck spit balls at

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-3521868910152703402008-01-28T08:05:00.001-05:002009-01-08T17:37:37.877-05:00

Sometimes I wish I could skip the weekends. Really. They can be more trouble than they're worth. I find myself having to do more on the weekends than I do during the week.Not this weekend, though.I didn't do much at all.Caught up on the episodes of Chuck I missed on Saturday and I was even able to introduce my brother in law to his Royal Geekness, Lord Charles Bartowski - Crown Prince of the Nerd

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-66010294538408150492008-01-25T10:27:00.000-05:002008-01-31T13:29:29.702-05:00

I was gleeful last night. The UberGeek Superhero, one Chuck Bartowski, returned to the airwaves as NBC gave the WGA Strike the finger and whipped out some aces in the hole.Namely, two new episodes of Chuck.It's the coolest thing to happen to nerds since, well, since, like ever!Okay, wait. Completely forgot about Revenge of the Nerds.Valhalla, nirvana.Good times.Chuck is better though. It's hip

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-44802542540367023622008-01-24T09:18:00.000-05:002008-01-31T13:38:06.881-05:00

You ever wake up disgusted with your job? I know I do. From time to time, the day to day frustrations of work and co-workers can get to even the most happy and well adjusted individual. Dread the drive to work, the inane office banter, the acidic coffee (for those of you addicted to that stuff) and carpal tunnel syndrome.I was wondering what to comment on today and I found a list of jobs that no

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-20862520665400749312008-01-23T11:36:00.000-05:002008-01-23T14:23:25.211-05:00

What is in the water these days? Now Heath Ledger? Come on. This has got to stop people. They are dropping like flies. Eventually this whole WGA strike thing is going to blow over and we won't have any actors left to film with.Man. I was looking forward to his performance as the Joker in the new Batman flick.Now I don't know. He's supposed to have been awesome. At least according to some of the

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-77797628579516858752008-01-22T13:30:00.001-05:002008-01-31T14:27:48.798-05:00

I had an interesting conversation with my Father last night. He was telling me about a Church service he attended where the guest preacher (is that like a pinch preacher? substitute preacher? I digress...) guest speaker called him up in front of the congregates and said that he was suffering under a generational curse that extended way back.Back into time.And the crux of the curse was that when

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-32091763569009184652008-01-21T10:33:00.000-05:002008-01-21T13:59:47.254-05:00

Long weekend. At least thats the way it seemed. It was only 2 days, a normal, garden variety weekend. Nothing fancy.But I feel like a got a lot squeezed in there, not that I did anything substantial. Took the junior clones bike riding.A lot.We saw some fish down by the pond.Fed them bread.The fish liked it. Probably because there weren't any hooks hidden in the bread.Good times.That was my excuse

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-1963951764051567812008-01-18T10:07:00.000-05:002008-01-18T15:55:44.568-05:00

It's Friday again! I'm constantly amazed that I keep getting them so regularly. Seems like every seven days or so one pops up. Almost like it was on some sort of cosmic schedule.Sweet.Don't you love the routine?I know I do.How hardcore are you when you get your very own bobblehead? I think you have to be at least slightly cool.Athletes get them all the time. And athletes are cool.And role models

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-51808337053125187492008-01-17T14:31:00.001-05:002008-01-18T15:13:42.651-05:00

I still draw sometimes. Saw a blog post on a fav Yankees blog of mine that asked for a photoshopped meatlocker with blood samples in it.I decided to sketch something out instead of Googleing.

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-72491196716758633492008-01-16T14:38:00.001-05:002008-01-18T15:12:09.006-05:00

I've been searching for a sure fire way to defeat the growing hordes of undead.Telemarketers.I need to fashion a foolproof weapon that is sure to protect me from free Viagra samples and subscriptions to magazines I don't read.I would like to be able to eat dinner in peace without having to hear the incessant ringing of the phone.I mean, I need an iron clad, bulletproof, money-back guaranteed

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-17640940778459810722008-01-16T11:08:00.000-05:002008-01-18T15:10:30.385-05:00

Yes. Another one. This time it's Brad Renfro's turn to join the list of young dead hollywood. Do they have like a walk of fame for that? They ought to. It'd be longer than the regular walk of fame. And you could put tombstones instead of stars. You know what's really sad?You don't have any idea who I'm talking about."Brad who?""OMG, I thought you said Brad Pitt... I was going to jump in front of

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-91267362083467193642008-01-15T08:35:00.000-05:002008-01-16T15:11:46.700-05:00

Sweet. Where can I get some? Apparently everyone is doing steroids now. At least according to the Albany Times-Union. Mary J. Blige was looking for a few more miles an hour on her fastball and had some 'roids sent to a nice hotel in Beverly Hills.Are there any seedy hotels in Beverly Hills?No, seriously.Are there?Can someone check that out and get back to me?Rap star 50 Cent (pronounced fitty

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-58852907401197979642008-01-14T10:03:00.000-05:002008-01-14T15:08:26.763-05:00

Crying is in.It's official.And the best part is that you don't even have to be a girl to use it effectively!First, Hillary takes a page from the Crocodile Hunter and gets all misty eyed about how tough the campaign trail has been.Right.It's always harder the third time around, right Miss Rodham Clinton?Of course it is.She knows better than anyone how hard it is to campaign and how hard it is to

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-70497129003619586112008-01-11T10:15:00.000-05:002008-01-11T10:26:18.958-05:00

I am going to make a confession that is sure to shock, amaze and appall my friends and family.I am not that observant.Borderline dense even.Sublte hints?Nope. Can't help you.Care for some gentle innuendo?I'm married and I don't swing that way, sorry.It's not that I'm slow and can't keep up. I'm basically just not paying attention to anything.Oh, I have my lucid moments. Don't get me wrong.There

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-29034403238321500512008-01-10T08:58:00.000-05:002008-01-10T16:48:52.105-05:00

Someone said it's a good thing when you wake up alive. I had to agree, 'cuz it sucks to wake up dead. If your already dead when you wake up in the morning, you already know how the day is going to go.Down hill.To quote a friend, it's like reading the last page of a novel.I try not to do that, personally.I might read the last sentence only because it usually doesn't make sense. It gives me

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-56641659930683060042008-01-09T10:36:00.000-05:002008-01-31T13:48:18.482-05:00

It's Wednesday, hump day, and I am torn. I'm looking forward to the weekend already but when I stop and think about it, I can't really figure out why. It's not like I have some crazy party or weekend trip planned.Although I still have time to do that.Nah.Too soon after the holidays.People need some time to detox.I've been meaning to throw a 70's style disco party. It's on the to do list.But not

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-44791106511908999242008-01-07T11:25:00.000-05:002008-01-11T13:25:44.028-05:00

I had an interesting weekend. I read about how the north was getting blasted with cold weather as I stared out at the balmy 70 degree Florida sunshine. Sure, I could feel bad for the folks up north but it was so darn pretty outside I forgot to.Shorts and flips-flops, people. Shorts and flip-flops.Sometimes, I really love living in Florida.So I was thinking that it's that time of year again. You

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-51208240207093782052008-01-04T16:25:00.000-05:002008-01-04T16:51:52.179-05:00

It's Friday.Normally a wOOt!-worthy concept. But my get-up-and-w00t! has-got-up-and-went. Where's a good freaking w00t! when you need one? I'm about ready to call in a beer strike.It's like an air strike but with beer.Short on the boom but long on the foam.It's Friday. I think I might have mentioned that already. Friday on a short week no less and I am here pulling out my ever dwindling supply of

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-45890652519812122052007-10-25T08:34:00.000-05:002007-10-25T08:53:28.774-05:00

I know I'm getting to this party late. It's the story of my life. We'll set that one aside for another blog. Right now I want to talk about the current flavor of the day.Battlefield 2.It's everything a guy wants in a good action movie. Planes, guns, bad guys, high powered explosives, good times. The best part is that you get to play the hero.That's right. A video game.My brother in law and his

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-29033762923947217852007-07-10T13:02:00.000-05:002007-07-10T15:05:52.581-05:00

Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Nothing lasts forever. Hey, look, thirteen years is a long time okay? What did you expect? Some relationships don't last nearly as long as this one did.It's a bittersweet moment for me. It really is.While I am looking forward to this new phase of my life, I can't help but think about the life I am leaving behind. This isn't the first such moment for me.

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-19478893231974873302007-06-29T15:53:00.000-05:002007-06-29T16:00:21.829-05:00

 I took the family up to visit family over the weekend to Chicago. I haven't been there in 30 years.30 years!?!Holy canoli. I'm actually old now. Look, when you can say that you haven't been somewhere for 30 years and you remember the previous time you were there, guess what?You're old.Long drive. Did I mention that? Yeah, we drove. With the whole clan. Wife, three kids and only two DVD's that

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-58903723355957827362007-05-14T16:57:00.000-05:002007-05-14T16:58:40.622-05:00

Slip 'N Slide. Remember that? Long sheet of plastic with a garden hose attachment? You'd lay it out on a nice hot summer day and turn the water on and viola! Instant Good Times.Except I grew up in Brooklyn where soft grass covering the earth was in short supply. So the only time we got to see a Slip 'N Slide was on TV. It's not like you could roll out the slide on the sidewalk. Imagine the

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-17996799473461528202007-05-07T09:11:00.000-05:002008-01-21T14:34:45.492-05:00

Can I tell you what I miss? I miss writing more often. I miss the freedom of words splattered across a page in open defiance to restraint and common courtesy. I miss just gushing out ink-stained irritations and mindless commentary on the little things that drive me nuts.But I haven't got the time. I am too busy being busy.When did that happen?Better yet? Why?My head hurts from staring at the

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-12606492406702748592007-03-28T08:27:00.000-05:002008-01-18T15:27:43.281-05:00

I just remembered how much Godzilla rocked! It hit me like a bolt of... well... lightning. I just got my new cell phone and let's just say that I am less than enthused with the choice of ring tones. I don't know what dollar store bargain basement bin they dragged these sad little ditties out of but really, some things are better off not discovered.Like, say Jimmy Hoffa.Or those last bits of food

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-7738185617309550582007-03-14T16:10:00.000-05:002007-03-14T16:12:59.892-05:00

Do you ever get those Questionnaires from (and I use this term loosely) friends and family? It’s bad enough when I get inundated with spam from rogue Bosnian and Ukrainian internet flimflam artists, but when my own flesh and blood does it?I know it was you Fredo… I know it was you and it breaks my heart.I just wanna send them fishing with Uncle Vinny, capice?I get all kinds of stuff and I end up

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-50104955521926360322007-01-18T15:03:00.002-05:002007-01-18T15:19:41.451-05:00

Hello, my name is Billy and I wore a speedo.Wait. Is that really how I want to start this one? With a speedo?Eh, why not? Hopefully you have had breakfast already and the speedo images that are sure to rifle through your mental checklist session won't be completely disturbing. Thats right y'all! I had me a speedo and I did, in fact,once upon a time, lo these many years ago, actually wear it in

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-20295299574392234872007-01-10T14:31:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:45:19.655-05:00

I am loving the morning drives. The traffic, the drama, the comedy. I'm convinced morning commutes could become the next great reality show. Not that I'm advocating that. No. Reality TV is the world's latest, greatest oxymoron. First of all, it's not real, okay? Let's just set the record straight. I won't go as far as to call it Wrestling fake(that's a whole other blog topic in and of it's self..

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-58580686205629510652007-01-04T11:44:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:44:55.098-05:00

Even after I wrote that long schpiel yesterday morning about how much I am going to trust God, it takes all of fifteen minutes to get hammered again. This is a never ending experience. You live and learn, as the saying goes. I left the house just barely holding on, really wanting to feel God move in my life.Like right now, God.Hello? Are you even listening?I am standing here, foot tapping

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-74634475922362172042007-01-04T07:29:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:44:32.878-05:00

In case you missed it in my last blog post, I am now working. I am working at a Christian company doing my web thing.Awesome. Great. Fantastico!But can I be honest?I’m terrified, sick to my stomach with worry. I don’t want to be that way, I just am. See, I believe that God led me to this company and I am, by divine intervention, at the place I am supposed to be.But to do that I took a pay cut.A

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-86732583997043328852006-12-24T14:16:00.000-05:002006-12-24T14:17:20.403-05:00

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-1142162873878950602006-12-14T21:48:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:44:10.100-05:00

Okay. Where were we?I was at my brother’s house setting up an appointment for a Friday interview with Strang Communications. It’s in Lake Mary. For those of you outside of the Orlando general area, it’s far.How far? Like Driving to Jersey from Long Island far. Like Oakland to San Jose far.Perhaps a slight exaggeration, I don’t know. I’ll have to get back to you on that one. Suffice it to say

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-87072452546154803652006-12-11T21:21:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:43:45.391-05:00

Okay, so I had a really interesting week. I met with some incredible people on during the week (and especially Friday), had a barbecue Saturday and got smacked upside the head with the Holy Ghost on Sunday.That’s a lot to take in one sitting huh?Yeah. Sure is. Let me start at the beginning…We, the Wifey and I, were out in force last week, checking out the government job services places and stuff.

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-1165619261619894652006-12-08T18:03:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:42:09.270-05:00

I have been pretty busy the last week, sending out resumes, emails, making calls and the like. You know, the standard operating procedure for the unemployed. I won’t say that the week has been without its disappointments but they are more of the “God, you’re not answering my prayer fast enough” variety as opposed to actual disappointments.Patience can be such a pain when its something

Billy Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441914776164754903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12860774.post-1164718973306245782006-11-28T08:01:00.001-05:002010-01-15T15:41:40.961-05:00

Do you have those thanksgiving horror stories? Did you have a drunken relative causing a scene at the main family gathering? I thought about that on Thanksgiving during the day. They were giving a movie with like the worst Thanksgiving family moments ever.It was depressing really.I asked the Wife why she was watching it.I even suggested that it wasn’t the right thing to watch for the occasion.

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How you doin’? Me? I’m great… just peachy. See? I’m smiling! That means I am good to go. No need to check up on me. Everything is hunky dory.Hunky dory I tell you!Why is it that we could be dying on the inside and yet when someone asks us, how are you, you tell them fine, just fine, with this pained, one-flew-over-the-cuckoo’s-nest sort of smile?And then, here’s the kicker, you get upset if no

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‘Soups on. I just finished up a nice bowl of Lipton Chicken Noodle soup. I decided that it was a little too plain so I livened things up with some bacon bits and a bit of fresh ground pepper (this year’s father’s day gift…) some garlic and oregano. Good times.So, freshly sated and slightly caught up with my work I’ve decided to get my daily notes out of the way.I wouldn’t want you to miss out on

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I hate whiners. Yeah, not very Christian hating an entire segment of humanity like that. But you know what they say. You do know what they say right? Right!?!(All together now, “No, what do they say?”)We hate the things in others that we hate in ourselves.I am in the mood to party, people.Yep, I’m going to throw me a party - a pity party!Imagine going through what I have gone through (

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I made an executive decision last night. I’m going to attempt to grow a beard. That’s right. You heard me, a beard.No shaving.This isn’t some rabbinical tangent here. We are talking going all Grizzle Adams. Why not? It’s not like I have to impress a boss or anything, know what I mean? Why not just relax for a week and see what sort of vegetation grows in. That I am not willing to spring ten bucks

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Rain. It’s pouring outside at the moment. My workout schedule was shot to pieces this week. I have been thrown from my routine. I’ve only gone once. Just so you know, I’m not being selfish and paying for a gym membership or anything. We happen to have a recreation center where I live that paid for as part of the homeowner’s association dues.Wah, wah, wah.That reminds me. I need to cancel

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Well there is only one way to describe the day I had yesterday. It sucked. I was miserable for most of the day. We, Confesor (the aforementioned step father in law) and I were installing a lovely wood floor. It was a straightforward gig, took most of the day. My hands were caked with some weird glue that probably caused the hair and tails to fall off the lab rats. I scrubbed them raw with a

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It’s 5:45 in the morning and I am getting ready to go to the gym to get my exercise thing going. I started working out a few months ago (you might remember some earlier entries in the blog on the subject…) and I have been feeling good about my progress.I have to admit that I didn’t want to get up yesterday morning. I was feeling unsure about everything and my heart was, well, heavy, burdened. I

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I got this in the email (special thanks to Bill Miller, random spammer of the day – I have no idea how I ended up on you email list but it’s all good) when I got home this afternoon and despite how I was feeling it made me smile. Okay, I may have even laughed. Sometimes laughter is the best medicine.If you manage to find my blog and things in your life are going about as well as things in my

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An odd thing happened this morning. The sun came up. I guess the world does go on. My kids have gone about their business while my head screams with indecision and self doubt.This is no way to be Superdad.Superdad is fearless and loving and always has a smile on his face. Right now the smiles are forced, the hugs weak and half hearted. Sometimes I think that all I need is a man servant running in

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Have you ever had a feeling that something bad was going to happen? You know, that down in the pit of your stomach feeling that something was not quite right, that some invisible force was hanging over your head waiting to crush you.Paranoid? Maybe, but I had that very feeling over the last week or so.Something was up, something was not quite right.Maybe it was because I was quickly approaching

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Ok. I am sooooo slacker. I should be writing more frequently. If for nothing else than my own sanity. I am, again, going to try and do this whole "blog" thing. I'm not deluded enough to think that many folks actually read this stuff.This is more for me.Especially at this time of year.The baseball season is over and for the first time in a while the boys from the Bronx have a legitimate shot at

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Now I have never said any of the following things to a woman (in bed or otherwise...) but I am sure that someone out there has.10. "Oh man... I should not have eaten that last Taquito..."9. "I prefer to let my toe nails grow long... it gives me traction.."8. "Are you sure your not gaining weight? I'm hanging off the edge here..."7. "Can you guess what I had for dinner by this smell?"6. "So it's

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Well, all the hard work is starting to pay off. I realize however that in the years that passed since the last time I played any form of competitive softball, my swing has, well... developed a little rust.C'mon. It's slow pitch softball, how can you get rusty?Easy.The pics below look all cool because I left out the fifteen or so pics where I looked like a Walrus swinging an unconscious seal cub

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