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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-08-02 02:14 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-08-02 02:14 am
I am angry.
Ok, so, next time you are in a store and it's closing and you've already been told politely to please leave because they're closing, do everybody a favor.
LEAVE.
Don't stand there, giggling with your girlfriend over some books, thinking that you're being cute and amusing because you're having fun. You're not being amusing. What you ARE being is disrespectful towards those who work for your needs and now need to get on with their OWN lives and go home. Who have been on their feet for 9 hours, have run around the store with requests from a hundred customers, whose backs and legs are aching to the point of mindlessness and who simply want to go home. Fucking LEAVE. Because after we say: 'The store is now closed', every minute before we can get the hell out of there is like a year. And I am not kidding.
LEAVE AS SOON AS THE STORE CLOSES. Period.
Anyway...
Just had to get that off my chest.
And now, for some questions.
Here's the thing: I want to be able to give people questions to answer. However, finally, after OVER A YEAR, I get to see Carrie - she's coming tomorrow. So, I won't have a lot of time. However, I will do my very best. While cleaning and getting ready tomorrow, I will be thinking up questions. So, I shall try. Just...please don't hurt me because I might not get to it right away... And, yes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snoopypez, you WILL be interviewed due to what happened last time.
And yes,rochefort, you will be interviewed, too, despite the fact that you would never ask to be. Ha! So, there.
Let the games begin! (Again.)
1. Why do you like Remus/Sirius? I mean, what is it about that pairing, more than any other, that really gets to you on a deep level and makes you have to howl? Why do you think they're so good together?
Hmm, good question. Why did I first get hooked on it? What made me sit up and go: ‘DING-DONG!’? I think it’s the fact that it embodies everything that we, whether we know it or not, want out of love, or at least the idea of love. Friendship, companionship, two different people fusing together to make one good thing. The most unromantic people in the world can find this story beautiful, because it captures so much. The pain they go through, the triumph at the end (however short, GODDAMMIT) – it all makes for one hell of a story, too. The conflict, the mistrust, the miscommunication – it makes them human, imperfect, and more beautiful still. We all make mistakes, and we all have to live with them. Well, they did, too, and they actually got to make amends. They got that second chance that everybody wants. How fucking wonderful is that? Also, I love the characters, it’s really that simple. They fascinate me, they make me realize that not all is lost in the world. And together, they just make me happy, because they deserve to BE happy, no matter how many faults they each may have. They’re wonderful people. Plus – I know depression. And I feel their pain.
2. Not that Jamie O'Neill's ending wasn't perfect (because everything Jamie O'Neill writes is perfect), but IF you could see a different ending to At Swim, would you want to? What would you want to see? Or do you think the ending was necessary, given the characters' personalities and everything they went through in the book? (This means spoilery, so those who haven't finished The Book yet, don't read!)
Oh, hmmm… Evil question. I think because of everything they went through in the book, it was not strictly necessary. But it was inevitable. Of course, I would love to have had a happier ending – a perfect ending. But it wouldn’t have made as big an impact on me had that been the case. There IS that point where I start caring about the characters as their own separate entities more than the book as a whole, but I got to love them BECAUSE of the book as a whole. It’s hard to decide. It’s so beautiful. I wish it HAD been the sort of ending they had been talking about. No fire, same newspaper day after day, but endless love and joy just because they’re together. Well, that wasn’t their destiny. And it makes their love that much more poignant, and it makes you treasure what you have that much more. I wouldn’t change the ending, but I would do anything to see them happy. I like to think of them as being together in the very end. It makes it more bearable for me, and it just…makes them happy.
3. (You won't need the quote for clarification, I know, but I guess some of the people who read your LJ might ;) )--"I don't hate the British and I don't know do I love the Irish, but I love him. I'm sure of that now. And he's my country." Who or what is your country?
First of all, give me a moment. *gets all choked up* Oh, Jim… Ok, better now.
I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about this all day today, and I’m just… I know that England is my home. Is it my country? I don’t know. Who is my country? If I had to choose, I’d say my friends. Too vague? Perhaps. I don’t know if I can say that somebody’s my country, because it’s so hard for me to open up and trust people completely. Even those I trust, I’m afraid to trust. It takes a whole lot for me to be as open as Jim was when he realized this. He loved Doyler with his entire being, hiding nothing, in the end. Well, that’s what it takes to have your own ‘country’. I don’t know if I’m there yet. But let me tell you this – a few of you are mighty close to being perfect in that sense. And I love and value every one of you.
4. If you could have any song play as soon as you walk into a room (sort of to announce your presence . . . you know, your theme song), what would it be?
Oh my God. I’m SO bad with these!! Ok, my ‘theme song’ used to be ‘Unhappy Girl’ by The Doors (‘You are locked in a prison of your own device…’) I’m trying to fight that at the moment, so I’ll scratch that. Would ‘Super Freak’ do you? ;)
5. This is a total cliche (sorrysorrysorry), but it's actually something I am truly interested in knowing: what is your favorite thing about yourself, and what's your least favorite thing?
Well… Ok, I’ll give an honest answer, then. Not that I haven’t been honest, but this is touchy, so…
Favorite thing: That I have the ability to do a lot things better than average. I know that I draw better than just stick people, I know that I have a really nice voice when I sing, I know that I can string words together well enough for them to work as ‘writing’. I wish I had been, or was now, really, more committed to any or all those things, but I’m working on changing that.
That or my ability to find really good people. I treasure that immensely, and really tend to trust my instinct.
Least favorite thing: My lack of faith in myself. Despite everything, I have absolutely no faith in myself, no belief that I can conquer something, anything. I don’t believe others when they tell me good things, I don’t believe the voice in my head that sometimes pipes up and says: ‘Hey, that was GOOD!’ Something in me refuses to believe it, and it’s one of the most frustrating things in the world. Because if I can’t believe it, then I can’t do it. And that makes life not worth living. Sounds too dramatic, but it’s true.
These were evil, by the way. Truly, truly evil.
1. Show me your favorite quote or other bit of text ever. You only get to pick one. Poem, not more than 12 lines; prose not more than a paragraph. Go.
Bastard!
Here goes. This was DIFFICULT. But this passage was almost the first one to jump to mind, and it seemed to work. It has one of the most beautiful sentences I had ever read. Perhaps because of the emotional impact, perhaps because of my attachment to the characters involved. Or perhaps because the last time I read it, I cried and felt elated at the same time. Silly Liz.
This is from At Swim, Two Boys. Also one of the chief reasons why I love MacMurrough with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.
He walked him to the gates and watched down the road to Glasthule. A terrible fear shook him, a fear for his boy and what the future might hold. Lest he should stumble and the crowd should find him. For we live as angels among the Sodomites. And every day the crowd finds some one of us out. I know their lewd calls and their obscene gestures. I know their mockery that bides their temper’s loss. I have seen in lanes and alleys of Piccadilly faces streaked with their spit and piss, and mouths they have bloodied with boots and blows. For rarely an angel finds a Lot to house him. And I would not my boy should suffer so.
Phew. There. Also, it packs so much in it. Even sets the record straight on the whole Lot vs. Sodomites issue.
2. 3 physical qualities that, as shallow as they might seem, you really think you're going to need in a mate.
Oy vey! Ok, let me see… Besides the usual, all limbs in place and such, I think that… I can’t decide. Not because it would be too many qualities, but because it would be too few. I can ‘live’ with a lot of things. What I WILL demand, however, is that I be attracted to the whole package. I have to be attracted, physically, to a person, otherwise, the whole deal is off, and friends is much easier, anyway. You know? The attraction HAS to be there.
3. Pick one country to live in. You can never leave, ever, for the rest of your life.
Oh, man, you are being SO mean to me! Fuck…ok. For some reason, my mind is going: France. Why? No idea. I’ve never been to France. I want to visit it, but I don’t even know if I’d like it. My mind is also going: ENGLAND, dumbo! The only reason the rest of me is rebelling is because the weather ain’t that great. But then again, Brighton’s pretty damn nice. So, I am going with ‘The United Kingdom’. Oh my God. You just took New York away from me. BAH! Well…at least I still have Dublin and Galway. However, seeing as how I want to see most of the world, this question is right up there with the first one in evilness.
4. What one drink, if enjoyed by everyone, would create world peace?
TEA, dammit! Oh, wait, right, the Boston tea party… Bailey’s. No, really. It SO could. It’s smooth, chocolaty, and gets people sleepy. Sleepy – unable to fight. Wait, a lot of drunks are violent. So, I still say tea. Tea, dammit.
5. If you had to be a bird, which (very specific) kind would you be, and why?
I have absolutely no idea. Why? Because I know next to nothing about birds, despite working on an ornithology project in a library for a whole summer once. Er… I can’t give you specific. Not a bird of prey, no matter how much I may delude myself into thinking I could be. I’d probably end up being one of those seeming happy-go-lucky birds that fly off into the distance and cry because they are secretly angsting. Wait, does that happen in birds?..
So, for about a week, I will be a bit more scarce than usual. I'll still be around, though.
But yay, I finally get to see her!! After over a year! Oh my God! HURRAH!!!
Ok, I'm done now.
And now my body needs sleep and rest. My back hurt so much today, I thought I was going to collapse. But then I thought of Lance Armstrong and realized that I was being a whiny bitch and shut the hell up.
Oh, and randomly:
I sold my very first At Swim yesterday. I mean, I didn't 'sell' it - I rang it up. But my heart JUMPED. I was SO HAPPY. The guy got all embarrassed when I started gushing about it. I don't think he thought that anybody would know what it was about. Little did know he was in MY den...bwahahahahaha! I think the fact that I was SO happy put him at ease, though. I really really hope he enjoys it.
By the way, the hardcovers? Are pretty much gone. I was only able to procure two copies, and I will email the lucky winners tonight. I'm so sorry, guys. There's only one copy left, it's the display one, and I don't think I have the guts to take it. But,newmaryjane, if you're in town this weekend, email me and I'll tell you where. And then you can have the honors. ;)
Again, I am so sorry. I feel terrible.
LEAVE.
Don't stand there, giggling with your girlfriend over some books, thinking that you're being cute and amusing because you're having fun. You're not being amusing. What you ARE being is disrespectful towards those who work for your needs and now need to get on with their OWN lives and go home. Who have been on their feet for 9 hours, have run around the store with requests from a hundred customers, whose backs and legs are aching to the point of mindlessness and who simply want to go home. Fucking LEAVE. Because after we say: 'The store is now closed', every minute before we can get the hell out of there is like a year. And I am not kidding.
LEAVE AS SOON AS THE STORE CLOSES. Period.
Anyway...
Just had to get that off my chest.
And now, for some questions.
Here's the thing: I want to be able to give people questions to answer. However, finally, after OVER A YEAR, I get to see Carrie - she's coming tomorrow. So, I won't have a lot of time. However, I will do my very best. While cleaning and getting ready tomorrow, I will be thinking up questions. So, I shall try. Just...please don't hurt me because I might not get to it right away... And, yes,
snoopypez, you WILL be interviewed due to what happened last time.And yes,
rochefort, you will be interviewed, too, despite the fact that you would never ask to be. Ha! So, there.Let the games begin! (Again.)
1. Why do you like Remus/Sirius? I mean, what is it about that pairing, more than any other, that really gets to you on a deep level and makes you have to howl? Why do you think they're so good together?
Hmm, good question. Why did I first get hooked on it? What made me sit up and go: ‘DING-DONG!’? I think it’s the fact that it embodies everything that we, whether we know it or not, want out of love, or at least the idea of love. Friendship, companionship, two different people fusing together to make one good thing. The most unromantic people in the world can find this story beautiful, because it captures so much. The pain they go through, the triumph at the end (however short, GODDAMMIT) – it all makes for one hell of a story, too. The conflict, the mistrust, the miscommunication – it makes them human, imperfect, and more beautiful still. We all make mistakes, and we all have to live with them. Well, they did, too, and they actually got to make amends. They got that second chance that everybody wants. How fucking wonderful is that? Also, I love the characters, it’s really that simple. They fascinate me, they make me realize that not all is lost in the world. And together, they just make me happy, because they deserve to BE happy, no matter how many faults they each may have. They’re wonderful people. Plus – I know depression. And I feel their pain.
2. Not that Jamie O'Neill's ending wasn't perfect (because everything Jamie O'Neill writes is perfect), but IF you could see a different ending to At Swim, would you want to? What would you want to see? Or do you think the ending was necessary, given the characters' personalities and everything they went through in the book? (This means spoilery, so those who haven't finished The Book yet, don't read!)
Oh, hmmm… Evil question. I think because of everything they went through in the book, it was not strictly necessary. But it was inevitable. Of course, I would love to have had a happier ending – a perfect ending. But it wouldn’t have made as big an impact on me had that been the case. There IS that point where I start caring about the characters as their own separate entities more than the book as a whole, but I got to love them BECAUSE of the book as a whole. It’s hard to decide. It’s so beautiful. I wish it HAD been the sort of ending they had been talking about. No fire, same newspaper day after day, but endless love and joy just because they’re together. Well, that wasn’t their destiny. And it makes their love that much more poignant, and it makes you treasure what you have that much more. I wouldn’t change the ending, but I would do anything to see them happy. I like to think of them as being together in the very end. It makes it more bearable for me, and it just…makes them happy.
3. (You won't need the quote for clarification, I know, but I guess some of the people who read your LJ might ;) )--"I don't hate the British and I don't know do I love the Irish, but I love him. I'm sure of that now. And he's my country." Who or what is your country?
First of all, give me a moment. *gets all choked up* Oh, Jim… Ok, better now.
I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about this all day today, and I’m just… I know that England is my home. Is it my country? I don’t know. Who is my country? If I had to choose, I’d say my friends. Too vague? Perhaps. I don’t know if I can say that somebody’s my country, because it’s so hard for me to open up and trust people completely. Even those I trust, I’m afraid to trust. It takes a whole lot for me to be as open as Jim was when he realized this. He loved Doyler with his entire being, hiding nothing, in the end. Well, that’s what it takes to have your own ‘country’. I don’t know if I’m there yet. But let me tell you this – a few of you are mighty close to being perfect in that sense. And I love and value every one of you.
4. If you could have any song play as soon as you walk into a room (sort of to announce your presence . . . you know, your theme song), what would it be?
Oh my God. I’m SO bad with these!! Ok, my ‘theme song’ used to be ‘Unhappy Girl’ by The Doors (‘You are locked in a prison of your own device…’) I’m trying to fight that at the moment, so I’ll scratch that. Would ‘Super Freak’ do you? ;)
5. This is a total cliche (sorrysorrysorry), but it's actually something I am truly interested in knowing: what is your favorite thing about yourself, and what's your least favorite thing?
Well… Ok, I’ll give an honest answer, then. Not that I haven’t been honest, but this is touchy, so…
Favorite thing: That I have the ability to do a lot things better than average. I know that I draw better than just stick people, I know that I have a really nice voice when I sing, I know that I can string words together well enough for them to work as ‘writing’. I wish I had been, or was now, really, more committed to any or all those things, but I’m working on changing that.
That or my ability to find really good people. I treasure that immensely, and really tend to trust my instinct.
Least favorite thing: My lack of faith in myself. Despite everything, I have absolutely no faith in myself, no belief that I can conquer something, anything. I don’t believe others when they tell me good things, I don’t believe the voice in my head that sometimes pipes up and says: ‘Hey, that was GOOD!’ Something in me refuses to believe it, and it’s one of the most frustrating things in the world. Because if I can’t believe it, then I can’t do it. And that makes life not worth living. Sounds too dramatic, but it’s true.
These were evil, by the way. Truly, truly evil.
1. Show me your favorite quote or other bit of text ever. You only get to pick one. Poem, not more than 12 lines; prose not more than a paragraph. Go.
Bastard!
Here goes. This was DIFFICULT. But this passage was almost the first one to jump to mind, and it seemed to work. It has one of the most beautiful sentences I had ever read. Perhaps because of the emotional impact, perhaps because of my attachment to the characters involved. Or perhaps because the last time I read it, I cried and felt elated at the same time. Silly Liz.
This is from At Swim, Two Boys. Also one of the chief reasons why I love MacMurrough with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.
He walked him to the gates and watched down the road to Glasthule. A terrible fear shook him, a fear for his boy and what the future might hold. Lest he should stumble and the crowd should find him. For we live as angels among the Sodomites. And every day the crowd finds some one of us out. I know their lewd calls and their obscene gestures. I know their mockery that bides their temper’s loss. I have seen in lanes and alleys of Piccadilly faces streaked with their spit and piss, and mouths they have bloodied with boots and blows. For rarely an angel finds a Lot to house him. And I would not my boy should suffer so.
Phew. There. Also, it packs so much in it. Even sets the record straight on the whole Lot vs. Sodomites issue.
2. 3 physical qualities that, as shallow as they might seem, you really think you're going to need in a mate.
Oy vey! Ok, let me see… Besides the usual, all limbs in place and such, I think that… I can’t decide. Not because it would be too many qualities, but because it would be too few. I can ‘live’ with a lot of things. What I WILL demand, however, is that I be attracted to the whole package. I have to be attracted, physically, to a person, otherwise, the whole deal is off, and friends is much easier, anyway. You know? The attraction HAS to be there.
3. Pick one country to live in. You can never leave, ever, for the rest of your life.
Oh, man, you are being SO mean to me! Fuck…ok. For some reason, my mind is going: France. Why? No idea. I’ve never been to France. I want to visit it, but I don’t even know if I’d like it. My mind is also going: ENGLAND, dumbo! The only reason the rest of me is rebelling is because the weather ain’t that great. But then again, Brighton’s pretty damn nice. So, I am going with ‘The United Kingdom’. Oh my God. You just took New York away from me. BAH! Well…at least I still have Dublin and Galway. However, seeing as how I want to see most of the world, this question is right up there with the first one in evilness.
4. What one drink, if enjoyed by everyone, would create world peace?
TEA, dammit! Oh, wait, right, the Boston tea party… Bailey’s. No, really. It SO could. It’s smooth, chocolaty, and gets people sleepy. Sleepy – unable to fight. Wait, a lot of drunks are violent. So, I still say tea. Tea, dammit.
5. If you had to be a bird, which (very specific) kind would you be, and why?
I have absolutely no idea. Why? Because I know next to nothing about birds, despite working on an ornithology project in a library for a whole summer once. Er… I can’t give you specific. Not a bird of prey, no matter how much I may delude myself into thinking I could be. I’d probably end up being one of those seeming happy-go-lucky birds that fly off into the distance and cry because they are secretly angsting. Wait, does that happen in birds?..
So, for about a week, I will be a bit more scarce than usual. I'll still be around, though.
But yay, I finally get to see her!! After over a year! Oh my God! HURRAH!!!
Ok, I'm done now.
And now my body needs sleep and rest. My back hurt so much today, I thought I was going to collapse. But then I thought of Lance Armstrong and realized that I was being a whiny bitch and shut the hell up.
Oh, and randomly:
I sold my very first At Swim yesterday. I mean, I didn't 'sell' it - I rang it up. But my heart JUMPED. I was SO HAPPY. The guy got all embarrassed when I started gushing about it. I don't think he thought that anybody would know what it was about. Little did know he was in MY den...bwahahahahaha! I think the fact that I was SO happy put him at ease, though. I really really hope he enjoys it.
By the way, the hardcovers? Are pretty much gone. I was only able to procure two copies, and I will email the lucky winners tonight. I'm so sorry, guys. There's only one copy left, it's the display one, and I don't think I have the guts to take it. But,
newmaryjane, if you're in town this weekend, email me and I'll tell you where. And then you can have the honors. ;)Again, I am so sorry. I feel terrible.
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Oh my God, I wanted to. I wanted to kick them SO MUCH. They just stood there, looking at the books, with their back to us, while we were all standing, completely exhausted, waiting for them to leave so we could finally count the money and get the hell home. It never even occured to them that they were holding up 20 people. Not at ALL. Such bitches. I hate people like that.
ANYWAY.
I'm so glad that I DO have you. I know that as long as my mind refuses to accept things, nothing will change, but it's good to know that others, at least, have that faith. Really good to know.
I love you, too, darling. And every time you use that term it makes me want to jump up and down and squeee like a five year old. :-P Wheeee!
*MWAAAAAAAAAH*
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Well, that's okay, because I believe in you, and since we're the same, you believe in yourself too - the belief just take a detour. I will even go so far as to say that Katie believe in you too, and since we're all the same, the faith that you have in yourself is doubled. *nod*
Now, that must be nice? To have so much faith in yourself? :D
Seriously, what Ni said. *nod*
Evil people who don't leave suck.
That little Remus/Sirius explanation - I've saved that. D'you mind me using it next time someone asks me why on earth I ship R/S? ;)
missssss yooooooooooooou. MWAH.
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Belief, how could you! Silly thing, taking a detour when the roads are all open! Hehehehe. You crack me up. But thank you. It IS nice to have so much faith in myself. Even if it IS all slightly in a different place. ;)
Of course you can use it - people still ask you that?! BTW, I can't believe that it's at all coherent, considering how late I was writing. Heh. But feel free...
misssssss youuuuuuuuuuuuuu tooooooooooooo!
*pounces*
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I would not my girl should suffer so.
Your bird, though...hehehe
Interview me, yo
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And watch me melt.
Ok, questions... Hmmmmmm....
1) If you could have the life of one other person for a week, who would it be and why?
2) What happens to your mind and body when you become suddenly happy? (That's not a dirty pun, by the way. I mean happy, not happy.)
3) Do you remember your first crush? Who was it?
4) If you could do one thing perfectly and effortlessly, and have a lot of talent with it, what would it be?
4) What do you feel when you sing? Describe completely.
Well, there you go. Not as hard as yours, but I'm still looking forward to your answers. ;)
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1. Show me your favorite quote or other bit of text ever. You only get to pick one. Poem, not more than 12 lines; prose not more than a paragraph. Go.
This was the part that brought tears to my eyes. Angel's among the Sodomites. The one paragrah took this from being a fantastic book, to being one of the best I've ever read.
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That won't happen with us. ;)
The one paragrah took this from being a fantastic book, to being one of the best I've ever read.
Oh, I'm so glad you agree! Isn't it absolutely stunning? It just says so much, and grabs you and just...kills you. I love that paragraph so much. Whenever I see anyone reviewing The Book and saying shit about that pedophile MacMurrough, I think about this and wonder which book THEY had read. Because it sure wasn't the one I own.
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Oh my God, I've done this, once. In a bar.And I was kind of drunk, you know ...
Aww ... *ashamed*
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I can string words together well enough for them to work as ‘writing’
Um . . . YES . . . again. Have I ever told you I'm obsessed with "Life Lesson #38"? I don't know that I have. It makes me squeal alound in delight because it is so fjdkgdfljklfjhdf;h cute. I once made
Thanks for your answers, I enjoyed reading them. This is a fun meme. :)
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*giggles* Why am I not surprised? But yay!
And, wow, thank you. I'm so glad! Wow, that makes me so damn happy. Hehe. It's so good to know that people still enjoy my stuff, and to know that somebody actually rereads it is...well. Thank you.
It IS fun, isn't it? :)
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LEAVE.
AMEN! God, I go through this every night, and sometimes I work 13 1/2 hours in one day and the last thing I want is some group of old hens clucking around my dolls. They never even buy anything! Just hover around for long enough for me to get really peeved, to the point of exhaling angrily so they'll know I'm pissed.
Erm, anyway. My point is that I agree with your rant.
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That sucks about your owner. Damn that need for more business! Heh.
*sigh*