Five words... and quite a few more

The crux of what I wish to say to all Republicans in this late, great nation of ours can be summed up in five words:

You. Lose. Told. You. So!

I know I shouldn’t be bitter, but forgive me. Being called an America-hating, cut-and-run, tax-and-spend, namby-pamby, troop-despising, terrorist-loving liberal for the past six years will do that to anybody. You have squandered what little sympathy or respect I may ever have had for you in a river of blood, shrapnel, dead bodies and budget deficits.

So please, I ask you to choke on the defeat you have suffered this week with all due humility, and think about how this man, this arrogant, corrupt, incompetent administration and your (YOUR!) Congress has brought your party and MY country to its present state.

It’s no good blaming the liberal media, the liberals’ political establishment, or liberal latte-sipping effeminate metrosexuals for our plight – you’ve controlled Congress for more than a decade and the presidency for more than half this one. The entire Federal government! I’m sure you’ll try to find somebody else to blame for your woes, but maybe you should think about the damage you’ve done for a change -- instead of you neo-cons' typical paranoid victimology.

Save that stuff for the presidential race and Rush Limbaugh – unless you’ve got Parkinson’s disease, in which case we will all know you are faking it.

I’ve never voted for a Republican, but even after the 2000 election, in my wildest nightmares I never suspected your party of being capable of what it has done to our country’s reputation in the world – and to the world, for that matter. To say nothing about the other issues facing us – which include health care costs, social security, the runaway budget deficit, governmental corruption, global warming, pollution, nuclear proliferation, terrorism and a growing worldwide backlash against the good ol’ US of A, etc, etc, etc.

I won’t repeat what I said three-and-a-half years ago, but will reiterate that I predicted what is happening now, in Iraq and elsewhere. Unfortunately, this fact brings me very little pleasure.

Yes. We are a country, one of many in the world. We don’t control it, though you may think it’s our divine right. And thanks to the man you have voted for twice, we have lost almost as much influence in the world in the past five years as we gained in the previous fifty. And all the while you derided any disagreement, any voice of dissent, any hint that you might be mistaken, as anti-American, freedom-hating and pro-terrorist. We hate freedom. And we want nothing more than to cut and run and leave Iraq in a much worse place than when we invaded.

I’m sorry, but you neo-conservatives have done so much better living up to these lofty goals than any liberal could ever conceive. I mean it takes not just casual incompetence or benign neglect but active arrogance and willful corruption to achieve these things. Ask Halliburton. Ask the guys who have to guard empty trucks against suicide bombers. Ask Iraqis. The only people blind to the situation are yourselves. Congratulations – you have exceeded my wildest imaginings of the depths to which an American government can sink.

You say you want victory. What is victory? Total cessation of insurgent activities? A mild reduction? Ten thousand more dead people? A hundred-thousand? You never defined victory in the first place except as a buzzword for political gain, and now that it’s unattainable you are scrambling to redefine it.

The fact is that, for “victory”, you will have to kill millions of people, level every Iraqi city and eradicate entire culture – but you will never admit it, because it would affect your re-election chances. It must be nice to know that 130,000 troops are over there defending your party while you fetishize, romanticize and exploit for political power the blood and lives they have sacrificed, in the name of an unwinnable war that your own party started. Give yourselves a big, fat American pat on the back.

It must make your lying and political pandering, piffle and puffery of “freedom”, “democracy”, and “liberty” that much easier. Perhaps you even believe these things are actually being brought about in Iraq, though your government’s actions have instead brought freedom, democracy, and liberty’s opposites: anarchy, mob rule, chaos, and indiscriminate violence. It must be nice to be so paranoid and divorced from reality.

Oh, I know what you will say – the liberal media isn’t reporting the good things happening in Iraq, it’s due to their lies and omnipresent manipulation that people voted this way. I only hope you continue to think this way, as it will ensure that your party remains out of power for the foreseeable future. Sensible people disagree. Repeat that to yourselves when you find yourselves falling into that little mental trap. It will save you some anguish.

I’ll also admit that I’m not confident about the Democrats making things right. I have plenty of bad things to say about them, believe it or not. But it’s inconceivable that a Democrat-controlled government could be worse than the den of thieves, liars, idiots and arrogant ignoramuses we have now. They make Nixon look like a saint. Your party has lost my vote for the rest of my life, unless they put a gun to my head – which I wouldn’t put past them. They are THAT bad. Witness the crowd of Republican party operatives that crashed the entirely legal vote recount in late 2000 in order to stop it. They succeeded. Hitler would smile in approval.

I hope you will think about the things I’ve said, but based upon the past 12 years, I’m not optimistic. Many of you, such as George Will (also an opponent of the Iraq war!) are already saying that your party lost this election because you weren’t conservative enough. I hope you continue to believe this for my own selfish reasons, because it will ensure that your party continues to lose more elections.

I happen to love America but am ashamed and frightened of what this government has done. If we didn’t get rid of W this year, at least we gave him a “thumpin’”. He can’t do much more damage than he’s already done. Unfortunately, that is a very cold comfort. I wish I could take more pleasure at the Republicans’ loss on Tuesday, but I will settle for a small measure of relief, as well as a bit of juvenile gloating...

NYAH NYAH NYAH!!!!!!

My nemeses!

Wendi likes to tease me about people I look like. Hence, I cannot claim full responsibility for this particular post.

Everybody looks like somebody else, don't they? I have my own lookalikes. I'm kind of superstitious -- I have this paranoid feeling that, were one of them and I to meet, we would have to fight to the death.

Anyway... I'm like, so proud that I look like Shaun White. Once upon a time, I had hair as long as he. Of course, it didn't nearly as good as his....


"'ello Guvvna!!!!!"


Dick Van Dyke is warmly remembered by all for his chinmney sweep in Mary Poppins. At least I don't talk like that... most of the time. Handsome cuss he is. I'm not ashamed to look like Dick Van Dyke.


I'm also flattered to look like Dan Marino as a tough, young and handsome football player - though I can't claim to play football like him -- or at all. In fact, the guy would surely kill me in a fight.








I begin to be uncomfortable when Wendi tells me I look like John Heder -- Napoleon Dynamite, specifically. I don't know what to say... GOD!!!


What I really can't stand though is my final, and most hated nemesis. I will not speak his name -- please do not, in my presence. Should I ever meet this man in person, surely I should go into ninja mode, ready to defend myself from his deadly prop-comedy. No. There is no love lost between me and...


CARROTTOP

Enemy. Mine.

I shall eat his still-beating heart, and bathe in his blood.

The retarded language of love

Most married couples can probably relate to this: sometime after we got married, my wife & I developed our own language -- and I don't mean an intelligent language full of flowery Shakespearean metaphors in iambic pentameter, full of wit and vigorous wordplay. No, I mean a language that may as well be spoken by two-year-olds, or perhaps some of the more developed species of Australopithecus.

I remember my own mom and dad talking this way occasionally when I was a kid. "Hi?" with a sharply rising inflection expressed a certain dismay. My dad used to call my mom a variety of weird names such as "littles." And everyone in my family can recall times when their mutual laughter veered disturbingly into a strange chain reaction of hysterical, uncontrollable and crazed laughter that ended with my mom weeping and my dad red as a beet.

I used to think this weirdness was just my mom and dad... oh no. I give you our marital dictionary, which is much larger, but even more incomprehensible...

M&W's Dorky Dictionary

Alright. - said with a downward and final-sounding inflection, this is a joking way we agree with each other while joking that we are arguing. If it sounds too complex, it's because it is.

Barg! - angry frustration

Bleh. - want to go back to bed

Blobbus, boo or beau - our cat Malmo

Doof - what she calls me when I do or say something dumb, which is unfair of her because I never have. Never!

Eeb - I'm hurting

Fine! - much like "alright." except that this means that we are joking that we are arguing while actually agreeing. Don't ask.

Fleeb (aka Fleebus - from Fleabag) - our fat cat Michelle

Gack! - disgust, physical or mental

Garg - why me?

Gooba gooba gooba - this must be sung to a silly faux-lounge scat melody that Wendi made up.

Gorb - tired

Gorbus - boredom

Gorg - exhaustion

Gubzub - i'm sleepy

Holla! - alright!

Honeyplop or sweetypoo or baybee - what I call Wendi

Hubba or gubbahubba or lovablebubble - what Wendi calls me

Mafoo - Wendi's affectionate name for me. Aw!

Oog - Wendi's term for "I want you to rub me.... NOW!

Pleeb? - please

Punk out - what she says I do when I get mad

uh-Vootoo - you suck

Woman! - what I say when she gets on my nerves

Yebbis - yes. This comes from Mushmouth on the 70s cartoon Cosby Kids. I think/

Yumb - very tasty! (we have taken to adding a 'b' to almost any word that ends in an 'm' or an 'n' (dumb, gum, home, exam, etc.). This comes from an painting we saw hanging in a restauraunt someime back. It has proved a virulent meme that is spreading to more words -- we have recently begun overemphasizising our trailing plosives, as in the words 'pop' or 'mop'... things are spiraling out of control!)

And of course there are uncountably many more little idiosyncratic expressions, gestures and silly in-jokes that make absolutely no sense to anyone else... or to us, for that matter. I guess it's a cute enough aspect of our marriage, but I don't like to think of where we'll be many years from now, gibbering buffoons with zero comprehensiblity or social graces... much like Dad ;-)

Oh well, as a married person once said when I received blank looks from some other, unmarried people after relating some dumb antidote like this.... it's a marriage thing, you wouldn't understand.

Who would? A retarded chimpanzee, that's who.

Bak 2 skool, yo...

I know, I know -- 3 1/2 months? 3 1/2 months since my last post and I have the audacity to call this a blog?!?!?

I'm not making excuses, but there are reasons, not least of which being that I haven't really had much to say. I can hear my family guffawing in disbelief, but no, really it's the truth. When I have more time and energy you can be certain that I will intrigue you with my incisive analysis of current events and politics, inspire you with my philosophical musings, infuriate you with my angry leftist rants and raves, expand your musical knowledge with insightful commentary on whatever music happens to infatuate me on a given day, and bewilder you with non-sequiturs and strange tangents of thought. You'll just have to wait. For now, this post will be a relatively brief summation of my life right now.

Of course you know that Wendi and I have been living together again for about three months now, that we took a vacation last month to Valley View Hot Springs in Colorado's beautiful San Luis valley, and that school has started again, all of which can be gleaned from Wendi's much more timely blog. She's no slacker when it comes to blogging, my wife, which is more than I can say for many members of my family, myself included.

Anyway, school started a month ago. I'm trying something new this semester -- these newfangled online courses that are supposedly the wave of the future. For the past two semesters I've been in class four out of five weekdays, and though I prefer to have a real live teacher for the interaction and feedback, the schedule exhausted me. It's an understatement to say that working a full day and going to class for 2 to three hours can be draining... perhaps "life-sapping" is a better adjective.

I'm taking the usual nine credits (3 classes) this semester, but two of them are entirely online, except for the exams. While it's nice to not have to be on campus four days of the week, the amount of homework and studying that need to be done seems to have increased exponentially.

Last semester I could go to class, listen to the lecture and come away reasonably educated, which negated me having to do anything else after I got home, apart from the odd bit of writing or calculating. Weekends I would use to get the big stuff done, and I could usually do that in one of the two days.

Not so this semester! This semester, I don't get no stinkin' edu-ma-cational lectures. No, I get to figure it all out my own dang self, be it chi-square tests of independence or an accounting schedule of disposition of assets (bankruptcy). It's actually consuming more time than last semester. It doesn't help that the two online classes I'm taking are Advanced Business Statistics and Advanced Accounting, which are junior and senior level classes, respectively.

Heck, Biz Stats was hard enough the first time around, and I had a good teacher. I even knew what he looked like. And that's on top of my regular class, another junior-level, Accounting Information Systems. My nose is deep in a thick, arcane text 6 to 7 days of the week lately, just so I can stay on top of things -- to the chagrin of my wife who thinks I'm being kind of obsessive.

Not to complain too much. I'm learning a lot and that's what counts. I even enjoy it (sort of) -- but I'll be glad when it's over!

Last Saturday, my wife and I had a nice date. We went to PF Chang's for a yummy, spicy and rather expensive dinner of scallops and a couple of mojitos to wash them down, after which we planned to catch Andrew Bird -- who, coincidentally, was the subject of my last post -- at the Bluebird Theater. I had been looking forward to this show since I found out about it (courtesy of Wendi) last week. His album "The Mysterious Production Of Eggs" has been growing on me, even moreso since my last post. A one-of-a-kind, introspective and thoroughly original talent is A.B.

But it was not to be. There was no joy in Denver that night -- Andrew Bird was sold out! I was surprised -- I saw him in 2000 at the same venue. He barely filled half the joint! Oh well, I've got the records to listen to, as John Lennon might say...

Wendi and I have been bewitched by the monstrously, horrifyingly, agonizingly cute pictures of our newest nephews, Maxwell and Cal, that have been circulating. Please you guys, keep them coming! I have a picture of young Cal as wallpaper on my computer and my cellphone right now, and as many times as I see his face, the little rugrat never fails to make me all soppy stupid.

Finally, a word of advice to everyone who has bicycle -- if you live in an urban area, lock the wheels with a cable! Someone stole both wheels off my bike this week. I can't imagine why, but they did. Curse you, bicycle-wheel-thieves!!! May my wheels bring you no joy and somehow bring you grievous bodily harm!!!

Undiscovered gem song of the week: "Opposite Day"

I got home this morning with the sun right in my eyes
There was no warning as it took me by surprise
Hit me like an act of god causing my alarm
That I’d not become a cephalopod
I still had legs and arms
Still had legs and arms

And today was supposed to be the day
Molecules decided to change their form
The laws of physics lose their sway
Youthful indiscretion is
Suddenly the norm with the good kids sprouting horns

And today was supposed to be
Not just another day
Today was supposed to be
Opposite day

And those who can’t quite function in society at large
Are gonna wake up on this morning
And find that they’re in charge
While those the world is set up for who are really doing quite well
Gonna wake up in institutions in prison or in hell
And today was supposed to be
Opposite day

But if you think there’s something else…
well you’re right there is something else
But if you think I’m gonna tell you
Think again, why should I think of telling you what there is?
Because silence is knowledge and knowledge is power
I’m under explicit orders to dare not speak its name

No I dare not speak its name
Listen!
I just work here
No I dare not speak its name

“Opposite Day”
by Andrew Bird 2005

This is a wry, sarcastic song about the absurdity of life, or something like that. Get the clever Kafka reference in the first verse? Andrew Bird has come a very long way from Squirrel Nut Zippers. This song is from his lovely latest record "The Mysterious Production of Eggs". The odd melody breaks into a uniquely Bird-ian chorus. His expressively virtuosic fiddle playing is in abundance. His melancholy, yet witty and comforting voice seems to ponder the words as he sings them. The album is his strongest and most unique yet -- I think he's found his voice.

It's real

We move on. By now, if you've read Wendi's blog you know that we've decided to live together again. I think I can speak for us both when I say thank you all for the love all of yo have shown us for the past difficult year.

We are hoping to learn to live together again and be happy like we used to be. That we love each other has never really been in doubt over the past year. Right honey? ;-)

We've leased a two bedroom apartment, one whole block (9th and Corona) from my current place, from the same company that I rent from now. It was the only way that I could get out of my current lease with a minimum of pain, and it's not like I'm crazy about my current apartment.

The blinds are cheap and fall apart at the slightest touch. The kitchen is cheap and small. The management company is run by incompetent airheads and overbearing husky men. Neither of us are crazy about Cornerstoned Apartments. The new apartment does not have A/C. So, this move is not without its dark corners. But the upshot is that we signed the lease today and it is a done deal

We do like the new apartment. It has a large kitchen and dining area, hardwood floors and several closets. Closets are good. So is having a dishwasher for the first time in a year :-) And the blinds, while no less cheap, are somewhat sturdier.

I am typing this from Wendi's place. We have been spending almost every night together since skool ended two weeks ago. Our new apartment will be more convenient for both of us, but the move is coming suddenly. We have to move in two weeks (June 10th). Mark, who is facing a move of his own at the end of next month, has graciously agreed to help with ours. Can you guess why?

We have also enlisted a couple of friends with promises of pizza and beer afterwards. Really good pizza.

I'm listening to a 40 year old ska song right now called "It's Real" by the Silvertones. This is vintage, first-wave ska of the first order -- like most of the Jamaican ska "groups" of the early/mid 1960's it consists of an anonymous studio band and some soulful singers. It's got some of the most insanely infectious interplay between the lead and backing vocals I've ever head. It sounds joyous and makes me feel good.

I danced to "It's Real" a moment ago and made Wendi laugh. Hopefully not only at me. She has a nice laugh. Love you girl...

Maxwell's little family

Salutations and congratulations to Tylee-Mike and Danalin on their new progeny, Maxwell! May all of you live long and Foster!

That was bad I know. Just being dumb and happy 'cuz I am overjoyed with the little bundle, and I haven't even met him yet.

And to claim my throne: I have been checking the fosterblogs for nearly 2 days and have not seen anyone else offer many happy returns... am I the first? So be it.

Of course, I know -- new parents. They've got enough to worry about up Seattle way -- without making a fuss in the electroether. Just wanted to offer my good vibes :-)

Kool song of the week: Einsturzende Neubauten

You will find me if you want me
In the garden
Unless it's pouring down with rain...

You will find me waiting for the spring and summer
You will find me waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me waiting by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me by the spring of consciousness

You will find me if you want me
In the garden
Unless it's pouring down with rain...

"The Garden"
Einsturzende Neubauten - 1996

This eerie song is from their 1996 album Ende Neu. These are the lyrics in their entirety... excluding the many times he repeats the title phrase. Which Blixa supposedly wrote after over hearing a conversation between elderly women in a supermarket. An insistant glissando bass thumps in time with a single note on an electric piano flows into a cascade of descending strings like cobwebs in in the full moonlight. Einsturzende Neubauten is best when they go for atmosphere like this --some of their songs are full of bellowing Germans and crashing trashcan lids. Hey you know, if yer into that sorta thing.

Trouble, trouble, oil and trouble...

Yes, the price of oil keeps going up, gas is at about $3 a gallon and the politicians are afraid. They're in a tizzy because they think they'll be next as the bloodthirsty cries of the unwashed masses echo to the sky ever louder in a rising chorus of outrage and despair: "Bring us the head of ExxonMobil!!!!!!!"

But it may surprise you that the big oil companies are not laughing all the way to the bank.... ok, well maybe they're chuckling a little, but there are dark clouds on the horizon for Big Oil. I came across this article on BusinessWeek's website which explains it pretty well.

These problems are well known in the industry, and those of us who work in it are bemused when politicians and refuseniks blame fuzzy concepts like "greed" and "price gouging" for the price of oil. Yes, both of these reprehensible things exist, but it all depends on the thresholds that we're willing as a society to tolerate. Nobody was calling for oil executives' heads when gas was $.89 a gallon in 1991, were they?

Trust me, as an unashamed enviromental conservationist liberal, I am no fan of Big Oil or our country's addiction to it (even though I work in the industry :-) How's that for 'perspective'). The BusinessWeek article's boo-hoo tone is fairly sympathetic to the industry -- no surprise there, though from my perspective they are crocodile tears. It's par for the course -- the article's in a business magazine after all. And as a business major I like to read about issues such as this one from a business perspective, expecially since the issue of oil dependence is so divisive right now. I just can't feel sorry for ExxonMobil, whatever troubles they may have in the future. Among oil companies they in particular have been instrumental in blocking progress re: CO2 emissions and regulations to protect the environment, as well as stumping hard for opening ANWR to exploitation. Cry us a river, ExxonMobil.

But people who blame the oil companies miss the point -- the problem is built-in, systemic greed in petroleum markets, the world's escalating demand, diminishing supplies, flat refining capacity, and certain cartels and unsavory countries which have found our Achilles heel and are using it to their advantage. I could go on to say that the root of the problem is a blind adherence to a free-market, capitalist ideology that is inappropriate and destructive for an irreplacable and finite resource such as petroleum/fossil fuels, but I think you get my point.

I admit I do take a certain bitter pleasure in watching the Republicans try to squirm out of this, because there is nothing they can do about it. NOTHING. And they're the ones who are supposed to understand the underlying principles of free markets so well. The "solutions" they've proposed would be ineffectual at best and more likely will only exacerbate the problem in one way or another.

$100 one-time tax rebates? *guffaw* That was pretty funny. Hooboy... who says Republicans don't have a sense of humor?

Suspend the national gas tax? Nice try. They (or the Democrats) may even try it for short-term political gain, but it doesn't matter -- any price reduction will be temporary if it happens at all. Suspending the gas tax would also cut off a vital source of funding that governments use to maintain their highways and infrastructure, and that would cause its own problems.

Drill in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge? That won't work either except to temporarily alleviate some of Big Oil's worries (elucidated in the article) about replenishing their proven reserves. Drilling in ANWR won't reduce the price of gas, no matter how much the Republicans talk of "secure oil supplies."

Even the Democrats' idea of a "windfall tax" on oil companies, while slightly more rational from a macroeconomic viewpoint, will indeed decrease investment in oil exploration and production (known as 'E&P' in the industry) -- just as the oil companies say. And E&P is about the only segment of the industry enjoying fat profit margins these days. As the petroleum supply moves "downstream" the margin gets as thin as a razor, especially at the wholesale level -- my company TransMontaigne's segment.

So go ahead Republicrats -- try all of the above! Knock us all out. Keep the half-baked schemes coming! None of them will work and some of these options will cause shortages in supply, which will make the pain even worse. Face it people, we are in for prolonged economic pain and it is directly due to the lack of attention that has been paid to reducing our oil dependence for the past 30 -40 years.

There is no easy solution to this one and the problem goes deep -- far beyond one focus-grouped, sound-bitten, negative-ad, god-fearing election cycle. Our elected leaders' inability to speak the truth about our country's long-term problems represents a profound failure in our democracy.

Anybody have an opinion on this that is not totally clouded by rigid free-market ideology? Let me know.

Suckcess can be yours :-)

Finally, I have it!!!!!!!

The time is close to finals, attention to which consumes a lot of my time. Many of you have discovered this truth when I've buttonholed and bored you with arcane arcane accounting concepts. To avoid my responsibilities, I made a list while procrastinating my studies tonight.

Matt's 5-Step Formula to College Suckcess

1. Resign yourself to having no life for several months. Repeat next semester.

You don't need friends when you're trying to get a problem right involving the "Percentage-completion Revenue Recognition Method" and attempting to complete an income statement. You think those T-accounts will just analyze themselves?!? Make some time during the weekends to have fun. Don't blow that precious 15 minutes between getting off 8 hours' work and opening the squeaky classroom door. You might be able to... I dunno, sleep on the bus or something. Slacker!!!!!

2. Talk negatively about the teacher behind his/her back.

Admit it -- skool sucks, and the last thing you need is somebody imposing arbitrary rules on crap on which you spent your best effort. Students know a good teacher when they have one, and will go out of their way to kick ass. Students with a bad teacher will talk and gossip. If you are unfortunate enough to have a bad teacher, go out of your way to seek out other students of similar mind. I guarantee you that you are not alone. Gossip! Slander! Let the obscenities fly! It won't improve your grade, but it might give you some fleeting satisfaction. And fleeting satisfaction is all you will get by passing the class, anyway :-)

3. Shameless groveling is a virtue.

OK, you just put it off and didn't think about the assignment until it was far too late. You lost it and your dog ate it. These things happen, don't you understand? Your spleen had to be removed from your nose, or perhaps you secretly nurse a grudge against a teammate from that dumb group project. Get over it and eat crow like a... um, crow. Your goal is to maximize the extenuating circumstances that prevented you from using maximum effort while simultaneously minimizing the effort it was possible for you to give. This is circular logic, but we're all adults here, aren't we?

4. Classroom "participation"

The class is boring, the teacher obtuse and the material is impenetrable by both. Why not go with the flow? The teacher probably knows little more than yourself, so feel free to expound upon his/her thoughts while subtly undermining them, and even boldly point out some logical errors. At the very least the teacher will remember you as being absent far less than you actually were. If you're in a bad mood, don't be afraid to get mean. Take the teacher's side when delivering withering criticism against a fellow student. It never fails to satisfy, and might endear you to this "teacher" also. A possible bump to the next letter-grade?

5. Attitude, attitude, attitude

Don't think of a college degree as the key to success, or as an indicator of your intelligence. It are not. Only your own ruthless attention to your GPA and mastering the subject of the next test will make any difference in your grades. Even in the end, if you put them on your resume, potential employers won't check them for veracity. I'm sorry, but there are plenty of people out there who can calculate a statement of cash flows from an income statment and information changes in balance sheet accounts. You think you're so special.

Something good

Yo peoples!

U wanna mess wit' me? Bring it on, muv!

More soon. Until then,

Peace,
M@TT