naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Heath Book)
I appear to have developed a positive aversion to sleep. I've horse-pilled myself with melatonin and tryptophan, and hopefully a massive pseudo-turkey-nap will descend before the madness does.

I don't know why going to bed is pissing me off like it is.

Anyway. More arty stuff. I posted a link last week to this simple Halloween book tutorial. Being me, I'm going to take it a little further, so I'm adapting [livejournal.com profile] ozarque's nifty altered book tutorial to suit my evil needs. (I've seen the collage work she does in person, it's very cool and her method yields really cool results.)

I took an old schoolbook, gutted it, and refitted the outer cover. Voilà! A skanky old alchemy textbook!

Nick's Alchemy Workbook 02

You can do this, too. It required very little actual talent. Just persistence and a hairdryer and some cat help.

Cut for cats and alchemy. )

I am mostly satisfied, though I should've included an area for text on the spine and I may yet go in and apply some flaking and scabby gold leaf to the raised areas.

The tutorial did not include this step, but instead of painting directly onto the wet glue/water mix after applying the "leather," (*cough*papertowels*cough*) I slathered on two heavy coats of gesso to seal it and prevent it from absorbing everydamnthing I painted onto it. My first attempt did not go well and the colors washed out way too much. I recommend an acrylic-friendly spray primer or sealer, or gesso if you have it. You will also need a good matte or satin-finish topcoat to stop your hard work rubbing off the raised areas.

I'm having a blast writing the interior text, which will be printed out and then antiqued before being glued into the book.

SECTION I: POTIONS

Potions are mixtures of herbal, elemental, and animal components that have been reduced to a powder, suspension, or colloid and then refined by one of the twelve core alchemical processes. The refined ingredients are combined and refined again. Their innate properties are thus concentrated and released into the preparation.

They are superior to herbal elixirs in that they are more potent at lower dosages and can be easily tailored to an individual, and inferior in that they are more time-consuming, expensive, and difficult to prepare.

Great care must be taken in the preparation of all potions, as a failure in the preliminary refinement of any of the components, as well as failure in the final refinement, will result in failure of the potion. Such an error at best causes the potion to become inert; at worst, the effects can be lethal.

The conscientious alchemist is careful to record each step in a workbook so that no step of a known recipe is missed, and so that any errors may later be detected and addressed when attempting to alter a mixture or create a new one.

I would just leave the interior as-is, but the scruffy and evocative look of the new old cover is far superior to the old old cover and at odds with the predominantly orange and pale blue Spanish textbook innards. I felt the need to put some actual interesting text in there, even though I'm the only one who will probably ever bother to read it. It's really fun to invent bizarre, disgusting, and funny formulae, though.

I want to do a couple of others to go in my wunderkammen where they can sit and look cool while being propped up by skulls; I'll do a pirate-themed one for sure, and probably a really evil stitched-together looking one, though realistically I probably won't write text for the interior of those. Bind up some blank books, maybe, and use them for journals.

Looks like that artificially-induced turkey nap is hitting, and both cats are in bed and waiting for me to go snuggle them, so I'm off. Enjoy the pics!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Heath Book)
I appear to have developed a positive aversion to sleep. I've horse-pilled myself with melatonin and tryptophan, and hopefully a massive pseudo-turkey-nap will descend before the madness does.

I don't know why going to bed is pissing me off like it is.

Anyway. More arty stuff. I posted a link last week to this simple Halloween book tutorial. Being me, I'm going to take it a little further, so I'm adapting [livejournal.com profile] ozarque's nifty altered book tutorial to suit my evil needs. (I've seen the collage work she does in person, it's very cool and her method yields really cool results.)

I took an old schoolbook, gutted it, and refitted the outer cover. Voilà! A skanky old alchemy textbook!

Nick's Alchemy Workbook 02

You can do this, too. It required very little actual talent. Just persistence and a hairdryer and some cat help.

Cut for cats and alchemy. )

I am mostly satisfied, though I should've included an area for text on the spine and I may yet go in and apply some flaking and scabby gold leaf to the raised areas.

The tutorial did not include this step, but instead of painting directly onto the wet glue/water mix after applying the "leather," (*cough*papertowels*cough*) I slathered on two heavy coats of gesso to seal it and prevent it from absorbing everydamnthing I painted onto it. My first attempt did not go well and the colors washed out way too much. I recommend an acrylic-friendly spray primer or sealer, or gesso if you have it. You will also need a good matte or satin-finish topcoat to stop your hard work rubbing off the raised areas.

I'm having a blast writing the interior text, which will be printed out and then antiqued before being glued into the book.

SECTION I: POTIONS

Potions are mixtures of herbal, elemental, and animal components that have been reduced to a powder, suspension, or colloid and then refined by one of the twelve core alchemical processes. The refined ingredients are combined and refined again. Their innate properties are thus concentrated and released into the preparation.

They are superior to herbal elixirs in that they are more potent at lower dosages and can be easily tailored to an individual, and inferior in that they are more time-consuming, expensive, and difficult to prepare.

Great care must be taken in the preparation of all potions, as a failure in the preliminary refinement of any of the components, as well as failure in the final refinement, will result in failure of the potion. Such an error at best causes the potion to become inert; at worst, the effects can be lethal.

The conscientious alchemist is careful to record each step in a workbook so that no step of a known recipe is missed, and so that any errors may later be detected and addressed when attempting to alter a mixture or create a new one.

I would just leave the interior as-is, but the scruffy and evocative look of the new old cover is far superior to the old old cover and at odds with the predominantly orange and pale blue Spanish textbook innards. I felt the need to put some actual interesting text in there, even though I'm the only one who will probably ever bother to read it. It's really fun to invent bizarre, disgusting, and funny formulae, though.

I want to do a couple of others to go in my wunderkammen where they can sit and look cool while being propped up by skulls; I'll do a pirate-themed one for sure, and probably a really evil stitched-together looking one, though realistically I probably won't write text for the interior of those. Bind up some blank books, maybe, and use them for journals.

Looks like that artificially-induced turkey nap is hitting, and both cats are in bed and waiting for me to go snuggle them, so I'm off. Enjoy the pics!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (You Fool!)
Parked my ass at Conestoga today and have since been shaken like a bug in a jar. Lots of people and things going on. Pardon me if I'm not real coheren't, because I'm incredibly tird and I really want to go to bed, but I'm still dto wired to actually sleep. NOt helpful.

It'll be mofe fun if I don' tcorrect all my typos, so you can see what I type like when I'm really goddamn out of it and one of my hands hurts for a reason I cannot immediately discern.

Fun day. SEt up my art show stuff, wandered around, bought books. BOOKS!!!

SIGNED COPIES of Swordspoint and Fall of the Kings and Thomas The Rhymer BITCHES! And There's an excerpt from a third Riverside novel in Thomas, and Ellen Kushner isn't actually here I just bought htem signed but she will be here in October for a conference thing, so I am totally fangirling all over the place like a . . . umm. Fangirl?

I am heraing bagpipe music. We had bagpipers for the Harry Potter release party because our Con organdiser person is all about the Scotsmen, and the tiny part of my brain that is SCOTTISH (as opposed to the Irish rest-of-it) is like: "You will be stuck on bagpipe music until the end of time!" Anyway, they piped the new Harry Potter book in with a drummer and two pipers and a guy with a big stick he kept raising in a formal and eyt sily fashion, and they all had kilts and sporrans and shiny shoes, and there were some spats involved, and it was tremendously cute, and now that I look at bagpipes, I can see that they totally used to be made from dead sheep, because the chanter goes in the left foreleg hole, and the long tube-y noise things go in the other leg holes, and the fingering parts come out of the neck.

They are actualyy blowing into a cdead sheep.

I'm sure this is not news to anyone else, btu it seemed revelatory to me at the time. Am I right about that? I was too busy buying the new Harry Potter book to ask them. I have the new book. I made Sargon read the first page to me out loud.

Then We paid the pipers. with books. It was cool.

Anyway, I dressed like a big idiot. Like whoa. Hat, green cloak, I had a fricking WAND, people. We tried to get a picture of me swirling the cloak dramatically, like the Phantom or Zorro, but we kept getting shots of just the cloak, which is apparently larger than me (well, it engulfs me), so Sargon ended up throwing his hands in the air and saying "You look like a hedgerow." Which is a great line, really. and, as the pcitures prove, it is true.

We had the guest of honor dinner with George R. R. Martin, who is an incredibly cool guy.

OH. And I forgot. I sold some stuff at the art show already and it's only Friday. Saturday is the huge art acution day. (Ooo. Acution is cooler than auction.) So I may make enough cash to cover the money I am spending on books. When I already have a million books scowling at me and waiting to be read.

And I totally love Ruth Thompson, so I put a bid on this piece in the art show. shut up. He;s hot. This is a print of the pencil sketch for what will eventually be a painting. Growl.

Sargon bid on this incredibly cool print, which is the companion to the above.

And I think that's all the writing I can stand as I'm actually yawning now, an need to go to bed before I collaspe, because Im getting up at ten tomorrow and its four now. I have panels!

Edit, Sunday night: We didn't get either print. The brain damage I appear to have sustained above was apparently not permamnent.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (You Fool!)
Parked my ass at Conestoga today and have since been shaken like a bug in a jar. Lots of people and things going on. Pardon me if I'm not real coheren't, because I'm incredibly tird and I really want to go to bed, but I'm still dto wired to actually sleep. NOt helpful.

It'll be mofe fun if I don' tcorrect all my typos, so you can see what I type like when I'm really goddamn out of it and one of my hands hurts for a reason I cannot immediately discern.

Fun day. SEt up my art show stuff, wandered around, bought books. BOOKS!!!

SIGNED COPIES of Swordspoint and Fall of the Kings and Thomas The Rhymer BITCHES! And There's an excerpt from a third Riverside novel in Thomas, and Ellen Kushner isn't actually here I just bought htem signed but she will be here in October for a conference thing, so I am totally fangirling all over the place like a . . . umm. Fangirl?

I am heraing bagpipe music. We had bagpipers for the Harry Potter release party because our Con organdiser person is all about the Scotsmen, and the tiny part of my brain that is SCOTTISH (as opposed to the Irish rest-of-it) is like: "You will be stuck on bagpipe music until the end of time!" Anyway, they piped the new Harry Potter book in with a drummer and two pipers and a guy with a big stick he kept raising in a formal and eyt sily fashion, and they all had kilts and sporrans and shiny shoes, and there were some spats involved, and it was tremendously cute, and now that I look at bagpipes, I can see that they totally used to be made from dead sheep, because the chanter goes in the left foreleg hole, and the long tube-y noise things go in the other leg holes, and the fingering parts come out of the neck.

They are actualyy blowing into a cdead sheep.

I'm sure this is not news to anyone else, btu it seemed revelatory to me at the time. Am I right about that? I was too busy buying the new Harry Potter book to ask them. I have the new book. I made Sargon read the first page to me out loud.

Then We paid the pipers. with books. It was cool.

Anyway, I dressed like a big idiot. Like whoa. Hat, green cloak, I had a fricking WAND, people. We tried to get a picture of me swirling the cloak dramatically, like the Phantom or Zorro, but we kept getting shots of just the cloak, which is apparently larger than me (well, it engulfs me), so Sargon ended up throwing his hands in the air and saying "You look like a hedgerow." Which is a great line, really. and, as the pcitures prove, it is true.

We had the guest of honor dinner with George R. R. Martin, who is an incredibly cool guy.

OH. And I forgot. I sold some stuff at the art show already and it's only Friday. Saturday is the huge art acution day. (Ooo. Acution is cooler than auction.) So I may make enough cash to cover the money I am spending on books. When I already have a million books scowling at me and waiting to be read.

And I totally love Ruth Thompson, so I put a bid on this piece in the art show. shut up. He;s hot. This is a print of the pencil sketch for what will eventually be a painting. Growl.

Sargon bid on this incredibly cool print, which is the companion to the above.

And I think that's all the writing I can stand as I'm actually yawning now, an need to go to bed before I collaspe, because Im getting up at ten tomorrow and its four now. I have panels!

Edit, Sunday night: We didn't get either print. The brain damage I appear to have sustained above was apparently not permamnent.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Swept Away)
Busy, busy day. Memorial service, renfair, and cutesy photography. There will be several posts where I cover everything in detail, but for now I give you three tasteful pictures of me wearing hats and books and not much else. The first one is for [livejournal.com profile] von_draco. I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mom and the cat and the sour cream.

And because some of you might need to be warned: WARNING! CLEAVAGE!

Oooh! She can read! That's sexy! )

Catch you later!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Swept Away)
Busy, busy day. Memorial service, renfair, and cutesy photography. There will be several posts where I cover everything in detail, but for now I give you three tasteful pictures of me wearing hats and books and not much else. The first one is for [livejournal.com profile] von_draco. I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mom and the cat and the sour cream.

And because some of you might need to be warned: WARNING! CLEAVAGE!

Oooh! She can read! That's sexy! )

Catch you later!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Yeah, Valentine's is not until Monday, but Monday is going to be full of things that suck so I'm taking mine early, on my free day.

Sargon and I had an amazingly quiet lunch out today. The food was nothing more complicated than a burger and onion rings, but I convulsed in ecstasy just the same. We have some mighty fine burger joints in this town, I have to say, and nothing beats a burger when that's all you're in the mood for.

After, we went to Borders where he bought me my Valentine's present – books two and three of the Kushiel series by Jacqueline Carey. I've been reading the first book for two days, and can barely peel my eyes from the pages long enough to shovel food into my mouth.

To everyone who told me to read them, I just want to make you aware:

You were right. You were SO right. Assuming Carey doesn't screw things up at any point, this may get shortlisted for favorite fantasy series. Carey can write her ass off, her world is incredibly vivid and fascinating and beautiful, her characters are superlatively cool, and some of them are so hot I keep smelling burning hair. (Is anything sexier than an incredibly gorgeous, incredibly dangerous guy who has taken a vow of chastity? Thought not.)

Note: anyone who posts anything even remotely spoiler-y will be banhammered. For once, I have managed to get hold of a series without knowing Jack-fuck-all about how it ends.

In other news, Sargon, as a music reviewer, got an advance copy of the new Kamelot album, The Black Halo. I just spent the last hour shitting gold-plated nickels over how cool it is. If you are into metal (real metal, not the hardcore stuff they play on the radio), you need Epica, the album that came before, and you need The Black Halo.

Come on. It's Goethe's Faust told as a three-part concept album (Halo is part II). Only unlike practically every other concept album ever made, it doesn't suck. Kamelot are an incredible band, and they just keep getting better.

So, I had a foodgasm, then an eargasm. And I have incredibly well-written, intelligent, plot-heavy books to read, which will no doubt lead to multiple bookgasms.

And, in about an hour, I have a writers' meeting to go to. So I must take my leave, lest I smother you with attention.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Yeah, Valentine's is not until Monday, but Monday is going to be full of things that suck so I'm taking mine early, on my free day.

Sargon and I had an amazingly quiet lunch out today. The food was nothing more complicated than a burger and onion rings, but I convulsed in ecstasy just the same. We have some mighty fine burger joints in this town, I have to say, and nothing beats a burger when that's all you're in the mood for.

After, we went to Borders where he bought me my Valentine's present – books two and three of the Kushiel series by Jacqueline Carey. I've been reading the first book for two days, and can barely peel my eyes from the pages long enough to shovel food into my mouth.

To everyone who told me to read them, I just want to make you aware:

You were right. You were SO right. Assuming Carey doesn't screw things up at any point, this may get shortlisted for favorite fantasy series. Carey can write her ass off, her world is incredibly vivid and fascinating and beautiful, her characters are superlatively cool, and some of them are so hot I keep smelling burning hair. (Is anything sexier than an incredibly gorgeous, incredibly dangerous guy who has taken a vow of chastity? Thought not.)

Note: anyone who posts anything even remotely spoiler-y will be banhammered. For once, I have managed to get hold of a series without knowing Jack-fuck-all about how it ends.

In other news, Sargon, as a music reviewer, got an advance copy of the new Kamelot album, The Black Halo. I just spent the last hour shitting gold-plated nickels over how cool it is. If you are into metal (real metal, not the hardcore stuff they play on the radio), you need Epica, the album that came before, and you need The Black Halo.

Come on. It's Goethe's Faust told as a three-part concept album (Halo is part II). Only unlike practically every other concept album ever made, it doesn't suck. Kamelot are an incredible band, and they just keep getting better.

So, I had a foodgasm, then an eargasm. And I have incredibly well-written, intelligent, plot-heavy books to read, which will no doubt lead to multiple bookgasms.

And, in about an hour, I have a writers' meeting to go to. So I must take my leave, lest I smother you with attention.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Panic Noodles!)
Oh, holy crap.

I loved Silver Metal Lover so much. Please, Tanith, don't screw this up.

Please.

Please.

Please.

And the cover? Totally hot.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Panic Noodles!)
Oh, holy crap.

I loved Silver Metal Lover so much. Please, Tanith, don't screw this up.

Please.

Please.

Please.

And the cover? Totally hot.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I didn't know you were such a bunch of complete perverts!

Okay. That's a huge lie. I knew.

I hereby promise I will read the Jacqueline Carey books just as soon as I can order them used off Amazon. But [livejournal.com profile] shadowflyer, [livejournal.com profile] bifemmefatale, [livejournal.com profile] arden_ranger, and anyone else who cares to pile in (did I forget anyone?) . . . . you can still ravish me. You know. Just for fun. You just have to bring me a book.

Sort of like one of those food-drive nights at the strip club where two cans of food gets you a night of dollar longnecks and thong-clad taco in your face.

Nice.

So, Mark? Looks like I'm gonna need that modification for self-lubricating buttsex after all.

(You are all a bunch of sick, sick puppies. I love you all.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I didn't know you were such a bunch of complete perverts!

Okay. That's a huge lie. I knew.

I hereby promise I will read the Jacqueline Carey books just as soon as I can order them used off Amazon. But [livejournal.com profile] shadowflyer, [livejournal.com profile] bifemmefatale, [livejournal.com profile] arden_ranger, and anyone else who cares to pile in (did I forget anyone?) . . . . you can still ravish me. You know. Just for fun. You just have to bring me a book.

Sort of like one of those food-drive nights at the strip club where two cans of food gets you a night of dollar longnecks and thong-clad taco in your face.

Nice.

So, Mark? Looks like I'm gonna need that modification for self-lubricating buttsex after all.

(You are all a bunch of sick, sick puppies. I love you all.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Does anyone else thing livejournal should come with a "currently reading" setting?

Due to lack of time and truly Third Reich standards of purity for fiction, my husband doesn't read much anymore, and our tastes seem to be going their separate ways. I hate it when I really, really like a book, and he tries to read it, then puts it down in the middle, never to return to it. Sometimes with a dismissive wave and casual remark: "I can't read that. It's pissing me off."

Often, when I read a book and get really excited about it, there's nobody to talk about it with. Just one of life's little annoyances, but there it is. I suppose that's why I subject you all to book reviews. Because if I don't let it out, sooner or later I'll go insane and start shoving handfuls of books at people, begging them to read and come talk to me about it so that I don't feel so hideously alone in my ability to know what all those little letters mean when they're all strung together like that.

Feh.

Our tastes in movies are still pretty much spot-on, though. And even when our tastes diverge, it's not so much a divergence as an unwillingness to be the first one to put something in the DVD player. At least, I don't make fun when he watches his Harryhausen movies – okay, I do, but it's affectionate fun – and he doesn't make fun when I watch Krull or Dark Angel or Tarzan or something equally intellectually devoid.

All that said, I'm off to my local B. Dalton's, which is closing forever and liquidating their stock at 40% off. Yay me! Because, ya know, I really need more books.

I am ashamed to admit it, but earlier this summer, in the depths of my broke-ness, I seriously considered offering to exchange sexual favors for books. This being the 'net, "sexual favors" would pretty much have to be limited to posting pictures of my pierced poontang* if people would send me books to read.** Any books. Even crappy used paperbacks. That is how desperate I was for new reading material. As Gary Oldman so memorably overacted in Bram Stoker's Dracula: "It is no laughing matter!"***

Book addiction is never pretty.
*****

* I 'pologize. I picked a peck of pickled plosives.
** I could still be swayed, I am that easily bought, but I'm holding out for a hardcover of the Phoenix Guards by Steven Brust. Or something else really juicy.
*** Except, well, it obviously is if I'm posting it here.


link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Does anyone else thing livejournal should come with a "currently reading" setting?

Due to lack of time and truly Third Reich standards of purity for fiction, my husband doesn't read much anymore, and our tastes seem to be going their separate ways. I hate it when I really, really like a book, and he tries to read it, then puts it down in the middle, never to return to it. Sometimes with a dismissive wave and casual remark: "I can't read that. It's pissing me off."

Often, when I read a book and get really excited about it, there's nobody to talk about it with. Just one of life's little annoyances, but there it is. I suppose that's why I subject you all to book reviews. Because if I don't let it out, sooner or later I'll go insane and start shoving handfuls of books at people, begging them to read and come talk to me about it so that I don't feel so hideously alone in my ability to know what all those little letters mean when they're all strung together like that.

Feh.

Our tastes in movies are still pretty much spot-on, though. And even when our tastes diverge, it's not so much a divergence as an unwillingness to be the first one to put something in the DVD player. At least, I don't make fun when he watches his Harryhausen movies – okay, I do, but it's affectionate fun – and he doesn't make fun when I watch Krull or Dark Angel or Tarzan or something equally intellectually devoid.

All that said, I'm off to my local B. Dalton's, which is closing forever and liquidating their stock at 40% off. Yay me! Because, ya know, I really need more books.

I am ashamed to admit it, but earlier this summer, in the depths of my broke-ness, I seriously considered offering to exchange sexual favors for books. This being the 'net, "sexual favors" would pretty much have to be limited to posting pictures of my pierced poontang* if people would send me books to read.** Any books. Even crappy used paperbacks. That is how desperate I was for new reading material. As Gary Oldman so memorably overacted in Bram Stoker's Dracula: "It is no laughing matter!"***

Book addiction is never pretty.
*****

* I 'pologize. I picked a peck of pickled plosives.
** I could still be swayed, I am that easily bought, but I'm holding out for a hardcover of the Phoenix Guards by Steven Brust. Or something else really juicy.
*** Except, well, it obviously is if I'm posting it here.


link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I am an updating fiend.

A link just for you, [livejournal.com profile] spacezombie. So you know you aren't the only one who has run into the Orson Wells thing. (though the rest of you will likely be amused as well). Read the whole entry here.

For the rest of you, I present this, the tale of a writers' group experience more horrifying than any of my own. You MUST read this all the way through. I was howling by the end.

Later on or tomorrow, if there is demand, I will share the tale of the time I embarrassed myself in a similar but less graphic fashion, complete with the actual embarrassing passage. You see, enough time has passed that "now" is apparently "someday" enough that I can laugh about it.

I think.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I am an updating fiend.

A link just for you, [livejournal.com profile] spacezombie. So you know you aren't the only one who has run into the Orson Wells thing. (though the rest of you will likely be amused as well). Read the whole entry here.

For the rest of you, I present this, the tale of a writers' group experience more horrifying than any of my own. You MUST read this all the way through. I was howling by the end.

Later on or tomorrow, if there is demand, I will share the tale of the time I embarrassed myself in a similar but less graphic fashion, complete with the actual embarrassing passage. You see, enough time has passed that "now" is apparently "someday" enough that I can laugh about it.

I think.

link

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