Mesmerizing

Wow, after temps in the 100s, we're banished back to the land of 60s and drizzle, which is substandard August weather even by Seattle standards.

But no worries, my pigeons, even cold, damp Fridays shall not pass un-Rocked!

First, watch the ultimate YouTube mashup.



Then learn about the project from the composer/artist himself.



Awe-freakin'-some.

He made seven music videos, each a composition of different clips from YouTube videos. He even lists the links to the clips he used. You can watch his creations on YouTube or visit Kutiman's website.

Just remember to blink once in awhile.
 

Internets 101

Those of us so outside the flow* have no idea what most of those weird catch phrases scattered around the internets (aka memes) are all about. Like, you may be thinking, "what's that 'all your base' crap about, anyway?"

Well, the staff at Know Your Meme has us covered.



Aha, I get it. I feel ever so much hipper now. How 'bout you?

* (read: old)
 

Who can take a sunrise...

What can make a fully-grown man squee like a little girl*? I know, baby red pandas can!

The red pandas are the gray fuzzy ones at the beginning.


This interlude of adorableness was brought to you by Mr B, the National Zoo, and the letter squee!

* There is no proof that any audible squeeing occurred in Mr B's office today.
 

One word at a time

This falls squarely in the category of Who Knew?

You know those reCaptcha things you see on web sites? Where you have to type two words to validate whatever it is that needs validating? Annoying, aren't they?

Did you know they actually serve a purpose other than to piss you off?

One of the words is a plain old 'are you a human' test, as one would expect. But the other word is a piece of scanned text from a document that OCR software was unable to recognize. By taking a stab at it, you're helping to digitize old books, newspaper articles, and the like.

Serious! Check it out here, and by the way, that reCaptcha box at the top of that page is live, so digitize some words while you're there, wouldya? I can't do it all myself, you know.
 

Scourges of the PNW Profile #1

Moss

Left to its own devices, moss would consume everything around here. Some of the less-maintained roofs and structures are practically moss farms. At least moss is native, unlike most of our other scourges. But more on those later.
 

The three Rs

Reduce, reuse, recycle, right? Isn't that what we're all supposed to be doing? Yeah, me too. I'm working on being a little more conscious of what I consume without getting all wacko about it, you know, like the folks using rags for toilet paper. I can't make myself even think about going there, but I feel I'm making progress in my own half-hearted way.

But today I found a site that may well hold the key to putting my conservation efforts over the top:

NetFlix Origami!
Photo from NetflixOrgami.com

Yes, finally, a use for those extra flaps from the Netflix mailers. Apparently the paper is perfectly suited for origami. Is that brilliant or what? They have several cool patterns, including a snack tray to hold your M&Ms while enjoying Napoleon Dynamite for the thirty-fourth time. Not that I would know what that was like or anything.

I threw out a pile in my last move but it won't take long to accumulate another stack. Geez, I'd better get that Battlestar Galactica disc finished up so I can send it back.
 

Le freak, c'est chic!

Last week I encountered this fun little quiz about brain lateralization*. Of course I had to take it because test-taking is one of my most valuable skills, or at least it was forty years ago. I thought the questions were weird and kind of lame, and I was frustrated because there weren't nearly enough 'none of the above' options.

My suspicions about its validity seemed to be confirmed by my results:

Your Brain Usage Profile:

Auditory : 50%
Visual : 50%
Left : 50%
Right : 50%

Ri-i-i-ight. How could that even be possible? Then I read the summary:

Liz, you are one of those rare individuals who are perfectly "balanced" in both your hemispheric tendencies and your sensory learning preferences. However, there is both good news and bad news.

A problem with hemispheric balance is that you will tend to feel more conflict than someone who has a clearly established dominance. At times the conflict will be between what you feel and what you think but will also involve how you attack problems and how you perceive information. Details which will seem important to the right hemisphere will be discounted by the left and vice versa, which can present a hindrance to learning efficiently.

In the same vein, you may have a problem with organization. You might organize your time and/or space only to feel the need to reorganize five to ten weeks later.

On the positive side**, you bring resources to problem-solving that others may not have. You can perceive the "big picture" and the essential details simultaneously and maintain the cognitive perspective required. You possess sufficient verbal skills to translate your intuition into a form which can be understood by others while still being able to access ideas and concepts which do not lend themselves to language.

Your balanced nature might lead you to second-guess yourself in artistic endeavors, losing some of the fluidity, spontaneity and creativity that otherwise would be yours.

With your balanced sensory styles, you process data alternately, at times visually and other times auditorially. This usage of separate memories may cause you to require more time to integrate information or re-access it. When presented with situations which force purely visual or purely auditory learning, increased anxiety is likely and your learning efficiency will decrease.

Your greatest benefit is that you can succeed in multiple fields due to the great plasticity and flexibility you possess.

Oh. My Gah. Talk about freakishly accurate! I'll admit, I was slightly weirded out, especially by the highlighted sections.

Welcome to the wondrous mass of conflicting impulses that is me.

Is it just me? Does it work for you? Give it a try, then leave a comment telling me what you get and how accurately you think it describes you.

And if anyone else comes up 50% across the board (without trying to on purpose!) let me know and I'll send you something goofy in the mail. I'm so hoping it's not just me....

* Yeah, I know. 'Brain lateralization' and 'fun' are two concepts that should never, ever go together.

** I should highlight this entire paragraph but the Protestant Ancestors wouldn't let me. Pricks.
 

Run for your lives!

Am I the only one who gets twitchy hearing the word 'pandemic' being tossed around on a regular basis?

Maybe I've read too many post-apocalyptic novels*, or maybe it was growing up in the days of Duck and Cover drills -- and let's be frank, 9/11 certainly didn't help -- but this swine flu talk is seriously weirding me out.

So what does one do to 'prepare' for a pandemic? Is it time to start hoarding duct tape and 25 pound bags of pinto beans? Surgical masks? Fifty-five gallon drums of hand sanitizer? What is a freaked-out safety freak to do?

Google it, of course!

First of all, let's see exactly what's going on where and learn about the guy behind the map.

Then we can visit PandemicFlu.gov** to see what the Government's up to, and swing by the CDC's Swine Flu page. The latter is pretty terse, but -- according to the tag line at the top of the page -- at least it's credible. I'm glad they made that clear right away, as I prefer my news from official source be more credible than incredible, IYKWIM.

Curious as to what in the hell 'H1N1' means but prefer to read something at least resembling regular people-speak? Well, I enjoyed Wikipedia's entry on the topic.

And finally, for those who like their freak-outs to be prompted by a complete multimedia extravaganza, check out this transcript of an episode of PBS's The American Experience, Influenza 1918. Reading the transcript isn't too bad, but I watched the show a few years back and was on high alert for months. Curious? I dare you to Netflix it and not wash your hands to bloody stumps.

So there you have it. Our AIWJT team of experts is proud to do its part for public health by sharing these results of minutes hours of half-assed Googling exhaustive research. Just remember that when everything goes to hell and zombies start roaming the earth, don't blame us. We tried to warn you.

Speaking of which, uh, best get prepared for that as well, eh?

* If you haven't read The Stand, this is probably not the time to pick it up. Just sayin'.

** I wonder how long they've had that domain name registered and ready to roll. What was there a month ago?
 

Potheads, unite!

April seems to be the month of anniversaries around here. We've already celebrated Ides of Meatloaf (OK, belated) and Room Temperature Day, First Night's coming up, and I just realized that it was about a year ago we started the Cult of the Neti Pot. I've mentioned it before and have threatened to expound upon its virtues. Lucky you, today's the day!

Learning to love the neti pot
(or How My Family Became Potheads)

I'd heard about neti pots for years and they always kind of freaked me out. They were used by people who knew what 'macrobiotic' meant. You know, people who wore long, Indian-print skirts, never shaved, and nursed their kids until they were old enough to drive. I knew that in parts of the world they are part of the daily hygiene routine, as normal as brushing teeth, but that was there, not here. I grew up in the Midwest, the land of chlorinated public pools, and getting water up my nose ranked right up there with stepping on a wasp on the list of things I'd rather not ever do again. Even just thinking about putting water up there on purpose gave me a headache.

Mr. B had a really bad allergy season last spring and his doctor's nurse recommended a neti pot. He dutifully bought it and it sat around for a couple of weeks. I'd open the cabinet and peek at once in awhile, fascinated and repelled, and wonder exactly how in the hell it could possibly not suck. I mean, nasal irrigation sounded good in theory, but eewwww!

After one particularly miserable week, even with the help of our good friends Claritin and Flonase, he watched the instructional DVD (it must be really complicated, to warrant an instructional DVD, right?) and gave it a go. He's a brave, brave man.

He not only pronounced it do-able, but not sucky at all. And it relieved the congestion in his head and resulting post-nasal drip better than any of the medicines.

Well, OK then. Good for him. Glad that worked out for ya, fella.

Right around that time, I had a teacher conference for Young Son. I was shocked at her reports of oddball disruptive behaviors, inattention, and other things that seemed totally out of character and out of the blue. Like any mom of a boy, I wondered if these were signs of some sort of scary behavioral problems. Oh god.

While I frantically searched for explanations, it occurred to me that Young Son also had been having a miserable allergy season. I had been giving him Claritin on top of his usual Flonase. Claritin is supposed to be OK for kids, right? It's sold over-the counter in children's doses, with kites and flowers on the box and everything. But it was the only thing that had changed recently, so stop it I did, the very next day. And the Flonase, too, just for good measure. I'm a huge fan of 'Better living through chemistry' and all, but was time to think outside the chemical box.

Guess what? By the end of the week, Young Son was back to his happy, jolly self. That was a huge relief. But what to do with the allergies?

Enter the neti pot.

I made Mr. B demonstrate it for me to make sure he wasn't secretly writhing in agony, then I tried it. Yeah, it stung for a minute, but it cleared out a whole bunch of crud. Like a scary bunch. Having passed the Mom Test, I decided it was time to try it out on Young Son.

Now Young Son is not one to submit gracefully to something unfamiliar and a bit suspect just because this person who calls herself 'Mom' tells him it's OK. I had visions of having to hold him in a headlock and force the thing up his nose, but it turned out to be no big deal. My boyfriend did his demo thing while I casually remarked how cool it was that the water went in one nostril and out the other! And you can even talk! Wow! Yeah, I sold it hard. It's a gift.

I mixed up a fresh batch of saline, stuck the spout in Young Son's nose, showed him how to turn his head just so, and that's all there was to it. Honest!

I demonstrated it to the Ex so he could help Young Son. He and his wife jumped right on board. A few weeks later I demonstrated it to Evil Twin and her husband Mope when we met Back East. Mope fell in love with it and demonstrated it to their college-age son, who showed it to his frat brothers. Rumor has it their local drugstore couldn't keep the things in stock.

And that, my friends, was how we launched the Cult of the Neti Pot.

We still use it daily, sometimes twice. We take it with us on travel. It doesn't suck, I swear, and that's coming from me, the huge pussy! Call me Billy Mays, but I'm not ashamed to stand tall and proclaim this thing is the shiznit.

Hey, here's a bonus: It cuts way back on the nose-picking.

Wanna see how it works? Go ahead, you know you want to.


Note: Don't use regular table salt! UN-iodized only!

Below are some details for people who care. The rest of you are excused, but be sure to check in tomorrow for Friday's Rock!

Are they gone? OK, here's the scoop.

Here's the brand I bought. Most brands come with little saline packets, and you can get refills. They carry them at Walgreen's in my area. I use picking salt, which is un-iodized (very important!) fine-grain salt. I mix three parts salt to one part baking soda in a container and we use about 1/2 tsp per pot. I keep it in a little sugar bowl with a little spoon. Cute!

Also, the first few times I used it, it did sting a little, but nothing like getting a snoot full of pool water.

I found that plain salt without the baking soda can sting a little, as can using too much salt, or water that is too hot or too cold. They say shoot for body temp water, where you can't really tell what temp it is when you stick your finger in it. I usually go just a hair warmer because my hands are always cold. It won't take long for you to dial it in right where you want it.

So there you go. Yes, it's weird and foreign, but it works, and it's safe for kids. And you can talk while water comes out your nose. Doesn't get any better than that.
 

Better stubborn than smart?

OK, I'm doing it again -- I'm thinking about... things. I'm not sure how I got to this point, but in the past week I've watched two videos that have made me sit up, brush the Fig Newton crumbs off my belly, and pay attention.

Firstly, this TED talk by Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) in which she talks about creativity and genius, and how to get yourself one.



B of all, from Malcolm Gladwell (Blink, Tipping Point), this talk about genius*, and what it takes to git 'r done.

Yeah, they're not what one might call hilarious, but they've got me thinking that I just might be able to fashion myself into a writer of sorts eventually, if I hack away at it long enough.

Got stubborn?

* Couldn't find a way to embed it - sorry!
 

Daft Hands, three ways

OK, it's not Friday. I know I have no call to be rocking on a Tuesday -- it's downright inappropriate.

Fuck propriety. You have to see this:



And this:



And, for the sake of authenticity, this:



You can see the original video here.

Isn't that just the most fun thing ever? I can't think of a more productive way to spend a Tuesday. Isn't that rather sad?

Thanks to Mikie P for showing me the light.
 
 

A simple plea

Pleasohpleaseohplease, for the love of everything sweet and crunchy,

REGISTER TO VOTE!
Click to visit the Election Assistance Commission
for information on registration by mail.

If you're too cool for old school, click to
ROCK THE VOTE!
Same info, cooler packaging.
I mean it! Deadlines for many states are this week. No lollygagging, dammit.

If you've enjoyed a change of name and/or address since you last voted, you'll need to update your registration, which you can do with the same form.

Fair Warning: If America screws up this election, I am going to be mightily pissed. Just saying....
 

Witness!

 
Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.
- Samuel Butler, 19th cent British poet

I think I need to either cross-stitch that on a pillow or tattoo it on my ass. Or backwards on my forehead.
 

The fly at the top

I can't remember where the quote came from -- I think maybe it was 'The Little House on the Prairie'* -- but it goes something like 'the wheel turns and the fly at the bottom becomes the fly at the top for a while'.

Anyway, this week, I'm the fly at the top! Yay, Summer Solstice!

As you may remember, six months ago I was definitely feeling like the fly at the bottom with a measly 8 hrs 25 mins. of sun.

Well, look at me now! Here are the stats for Saturday:

Saturday 21 June 2008      Pacific Standard Time          

        Sunrise                    5:12 a.m.                 
        Sun transit                1:12 p.m.                 
        Sunset                     9:13 p.m.

Count 'em up, pals, that's 16 hrs 1 min of glorious daylight. Now if we could just break 70 degrees....

For the sake of completeness, here are the stats for Tampa, where Sister lives:

Saturday 21 June 2008      Eastern Standard Time          
      
        Sunrise                    6:34 a.m.                 
        Sun transit                1:32 p.m.                 
        Sunset                     8:29 p.m.

I call that 11 hrs 55 mins. I win! At least for the next several weeks. Too bad that daylight, like sex, cannot be banked in times of plenty.

I wanted to get another picture of the sun over the post office at 'sun transit' time on Saturday but I forgot. I could do it today, if I remember. We're still at the top of the curve so the times are pretty much the same.

Want to check your stats? The U.S. Naval Observatory Astronomical Applications Dept. is there for you.

* The book, not the TV show. Puh-leeze!
 

ад да!

It means 'hell yeah!' in Russian and it's an palindrome. Isn't that the coolest thing ever? I even double-checked it in Babelfish to be sure I wasn't saying 'go away and stop reading my blog' or something obscene like that.

Figuring out how to get my keyboard to type the Cyrillic alphabet was a bit of an adventure. No, I can't tell you how to do it 'cause I'm not even sure what I did to finally make it work. All I can say is that I am incredibly relieved that I can still type English. Црщ лтщцы? Ш ьшпре рфму утвув гз ыегсл шт Снкшддшс-рудд.*

Gawd, I love me the whole internetweb-thingy....

* That would be: Who knows? I could have ended up stuck in Cyrillic hell. Nope, not Russian; just English typed with my keyboard in Cyrillic mode.
 

Pura Vida

Ah, Costa Rica! I appreciate their whole Pura Vida ("pure life") concept and all, but I've decided that they really need a new slogan:

Costa Rica. Where Houseplants Come From.
I shit you not, there were houseplants everywhere! All those philodendrons and mother-in-law's tongues and all that kind of stuff were just laying around like they owned the place. Amazing.

We rented a small house on the central Pacific coast. In the yard grew bananas (probably decorative), pineapples, mangos, and coconuts. I'm guess many of those didn't just spring spontaneously from the ground and were probably planted solely for the benefit of gringo renters, but it was still cool. We didn't do any beach lounging -- Mr. B and I both being Very White People -- but we did sit in the shade of the gazebo and stare a lot. I think that's pretty much my favorite vacation activity. Especially staring out over the ocean. Lest you think me a total slug, we also did a guided hike and a boat tour to see some wildlife. May I just say: crocodiles rock.

(Sorry. I had to go there.)

And I found a new love in Costa Rica. The Costa Rican national dish is Gallo Pinto and it's an exceedingly yummy combination of rice and black beans and assorted seasonings that I could probably eat every day, which apparently is not an uncommon practice in Costa Rica. The key ingredient is Salsa Lizano. It's a distinctive flavor, kind of like Worcestershire sauce but less salty and more vinegary and somehow 'greener' tasting. I didn't bring any back since Mr. B has the most of a large bottle left from his last trip. But now I'm thinking I should have. Oh well. I'll just have to go back.

Other things I learned about Costa Rica*:

Since they are so close to the equator, the sun rises and sets about the same time year round -- a more-or-less constant 12 hours of sunlight per day. After all my whining about winter, now that it's light here until after 8 pm, it was strange to have it completely dark at 6 pm.

All yellow lines, solid or dashed, apparently look exactly the same to Costa Rican drivers. If they want to pass you? Oh, they will pass you. Steep curve, steep hill, or steep curve on a steep hill be damned. Fortunately, they are very good at it. I, however, am not. I pissed off a lot of drivers in Costa Rica.

It's amazing how quickly driving a stickshift comes back when needs must**.

Waking up to the screeches of scarlet macaws overhead is not a bad way to start the day, even at 5 am.

There are a lot of dogs in Costa Rica, mostly small, cute ones***. I saw one cat.

Most male animals in Costa Rica are not neutered. I have not seen that many testicles in... ever. C'mon! How can you not look?

The water quality is OK. Not recommended for gringos with delicate systems to drink, but OK to brush teeth with, cook with, wash produce with, etc. I hear it bothers some people but not others.

You cannot flush toilet paper in Costa Rica. It goes in a trash can, sometimes a trash can with a lid, if you're lucky. I was not a big fan of that. Even with a lid.

I also learned that I really need to learn some Spanish. I mean other than what I've picked up from Dora the Explorer and Sesame Street over the years. I was pleasantly surprised, however, at how many words I did recognize, even if most of them were completely useless when it came to figuring out what was going on. Names of colors and fruits will only get you so far, you know.

And the best part of all is that it's the first time in recorded history that I came back from vacation without having gained a single pound. It's amazing what 90 deg. temps will do to an appetite. I don't know about you, but that's a big freakin' deal in my book. Mr. B lost 5 lbs but he doesn't recommend his methods. (see footnote below)

I know there were other highlights I wanted to share but my brain is having trouble transitioning back into Real Life Mode so I'll have to get back to you later.

* And by 'Costa Rica' I mean the small percentage of it that I saw. Which is totally enough for gross generalizations, right?

** Mr. B picked up an intestinal bug and was not able to drive us back to San José, a 2 hour drive over the mountains, to catch the plane home. I took a deep breath, nutted up, and managed to acquit myself passably well. The only casualty was an already-dead iguana. Even though it was already dead, I still felt bad.

*** This is Mimi. She belonged to the caretaker of the rental house and came to see me every day. I so wanted to bring her home....
See that foot? I told you I was a Very White Person!
 

Plarn, deconstructed

I've mentioned plarn (PLAstic yaRN) before but neglected to define the term. It's yarn of a sort made from cut-up plastic grocery bags. I didn't invent the idea or coin the term but I'm more than happy to leap on the bandwagon. My guess it's related to the old-school super-frugal practice of crocheting things from plastic bread bags. I have vague memories of seeing doormats made from Wonder Bread bags. Stylin'!

The best use of plarn, as I see it, is for crocheting market bags. Ya gotta admit, making grocery bags from grocery bags is kind of a neat recursive concept. I think of them as "metabags".

I've made three metabags now, and although the shine is starting to dull a bit, I might have one or two left in me. Or maybe it'll be an annual project*. It's turned into a love/hate thing, for sure.

It's fairly labor intensive, with most of the time going into making the plarn. That kind if irritates me, the Queen of the Short Attention Span. It also generates a bit of a mess, what with all the cutting, and of course I started hoarding bags and that got completely out of hand**.

Small inconveniences aside, it's still a shiny enough concept to keep me coming back for more.

Even though my metabag gets lots of interest at the grocery store, there's no way I could (or would want to) make money selling them (see labor intensive discussion above) so I thought I'd share lessons learned so y'all can roll your own.

Here is my preferred method for making plarn. Me being me, I had to research and experiment and fuss to see whether there's a more efficient method. There isn't. Trust me: the loop method is the best I've found. Plarn is going to take time to make, period. I tried cutting each bag into one long strip, but then you have to tie them all together and there are all those knots and short ends sticking out of the final product. We hates it!

The fun part for me is creating the shape. I made my first two metabags by combining elements from a couple of plarn market bag patterns I found online.

My original one, stretched all to hell. Note the knots and ends all sticking out.
Now I try to duplicate any cool bag shape that strikes my fancy. The one below was modeled on this shape.

The "grocery pod" model, a particularly pleasing shape. Not sure how functional -- I need to check with the recipient -- but look how sleek! No nasssty endses sticking out.

For my next shape, I'm going to try to reproduce the original plastic grocery bag shape, complete with some sort of gusset if I can figure out how to make that work.

One safety tip: these things g-r-o-w. My original one has now stretched to the point where it's too heavy to carry when fully loaded with groceries. And the straps are crazy long. I used a fisherman-net-type stitch for the second edition (not pictured) and it stretched way too much in the vertical direction, making it a very long, practically unusable tube unless you deliver a small paper route or need to carry a lot of baguettes around. So if the one you're making*** looks too shallow and the straps too short, have faith. This, too, shall pass. As with the female form, gravity will have its way in the end.

Another caveat is that crocheting plarn is not the least bit gentle on the wrists and hands. If you have carpal tunnel issues or arthritis, this might not be the best medium to work in.

And, for the love of whatever, do not tell people that you'll take all of their plastic grocery bags!

Eventually I want to write up some directions to post on my free patterns page. We'll see how that pans out. In the meantime, here's a pattern to get you started.

You think I've spent a lot of time and mental energy on plarn and metabags? Don't get me monologuing on soapmaking. Or knitting. Or baking. Mr. B's witnessed it. It's scary.

* If you're on my gift list, be forewarned: you may well end up with one eventually.

** Any knitter with a stash knows what I mean. My name is Liz and I'm a recovering fiberaholic.

*** And I'm betting if you've ever held a crochet hook, you will be making one.
 

This is your brain

I was thrashing about this morning with no clue about what to write. Long post(s) for the week? Done them. Internet humor? Ditto. Fridays Rock? Wait for it....

Oh dear, oh dear, what to say, what to say?

Then I saw this video. Instead of trying to sum it up, I'll kife the description straight from TED:

Stroke of insight: Jill Bolte Taylor on TED.com

Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor had an opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: One morning, she realized she was having a massive stroke. As it happened -- as she felt her brain functions slip away one by one, speech, movement, understanding -- she studied and remembered every moment. This is a powerful story of recovery and awareness -- of how our brains define us and connect us to the world and to one another. (Recorded February 2008 in Monterey, California. Duration: 18:44.)



Hearing Dr. Taylor's story told from both a left- and right-brain perspective; as an objective scientist and a deeply affected human being... wow. It moved me. It also pointed out to me (rather painfully) how very left-brained I can be, almost to a fault. Ouch! Yes, it's my safe place but that doesn't make it the right* place.

As a bonus, she's from Indiana**!

Not familiar with TED? Click here. Scads of TED talks on a mind-boggling list of topics await you.

* Sorry -- bad pun. I often make them without even knowing it. That's pretty sad.

** As if you couldn't tell from the non-accent....
:)

 

How to act

I'm dedicating this to Lovely Daughter and other students of the art*.

Here's the secret to your success, straight from Sir Ian's mouth.


Extras

Who knew?!?

I so have to watch this series....

* YSD Class of '08, this one's for you!

Introverts 101

I know you have questions. These links should help.

• How do I care for my introvert?


• I think I've got a "sociable" introvert. What's that all about?

See? Introverts* make excellent companions for knowledgeable handlers.
:)
*That's "We introverts," of course.