So, I guess I can do this:

1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Being a good man. If that's too vague or too general, well, then, for being a good husband and father. If you think that is too vague or too general, then woe for society, because that's really all that counts.
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
"Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
Getting the circles to overlap.
(It's okay if you don't understand. There are perhaps three people on this planet who would catch that reference, and only one of them is likely to ever read this.)
4. What about the past ten years?
Getting my degree.
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
Read the newspaper. Every day. You don't have to read every word of every article in every section. But read the newspaper. For gosh sakes, at least skim the headlines of the articles you don't read. Start with the sports section, if you want, or the funnies. (I usually do.) But read the newspaper. Know what's happening in the world. Know what's not happening. Because whatever it is, it's going to happen (or not happen) regardless of whether you know about it, and despite what we all say to the contrary, there are very few things that you are better off not knowing. And besides, regardless of whether you realize it, regardless of whether you want it to be true, this is your world. Be a part of it. Don't let it blow past you.

And because Mariana is out of town for this one, and probably won't go back and do these when she returns, I'm gonna go out on a limb and try to guess her responses:

1. Showing some children how wonderful music can be.
2. "Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down." (Ben Folds Five, "Philosophy")
3. Touring Europe with the Florida Ambassadors of Music.
4. Singing at Carnegie Hall.
5. Members of PETA taste good.

She'll probably kick my ass for somewhere between one and five of the above responses - probably closer to five. My excuse is, I'm tired. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
More tomorrow, I guess. Right now it's bedtime; Robbie be tired.

5/23/2003 Friday 10:22 AM
Overheard Wednesday from Mariana:
"I'm just appalled. I don't know what's going on. I don't know why I have a bouncing cat head."

5/23/2003 Friday 12:38 AM
The twenty-third day.

KeyWord Rankings update.

5/22/2003 Thursday 11:39 PM
Besides, that plexiglass that nothing in particular happened to, was immaculately clear.

And then there's this, of course:

1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Usually either a Crest gel, or AquaFresh.
2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
Are you really expecting an answer? Have you no decency??
3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
If it's tennies, I aim for Reebok but will settle for other brands that fit the style I need. If it's anything else, brand doesn't matter as much as the look and the fit.
4. What brand of soda do you drink?
Soda? What's that??
My favourite single drink is Mountain Dew (original flavour, I guess I have to clarify that these days!). My favourite soft drink company, though, is Coke, even though Mountain Dew is a Pepsi product. But I rarely drink any these days.
5. What brand of gum do you chew?
Not a big gum-chewer anymore. There's a tin of Everest gum in my car, though. But it's been there awhile. The Dentyne Ice gums are good, too.

5/22/2003 Thursday 9:42 AM
The twenty-second day.

Home from Venice, another spectacular day yesterday.
Arrived mid-morning. Watched Mariana play some Sailor Moon video games (of varying levels of weirdness). Learned how to use Adobe Animation Shop to lift little animated clips out of movie files. (As I've said before, if there's anything she can't do with a keyboard, then it probably can't be done and perhaps shouldn't be done.) Then went to a lovely shopping village called St. Armand's Circle. Got spooked by the Faceless Woman (see pictures). Wandered around a bit. Ate at a colourful Caribbean-themed restaurant. Wandered a bit more. Got some ice cream. (Despite what you will soon be told, nothing in particular happened as I was walking out of the ice cream shop.)
Drove a little bit closer to the beach, and got out and walked on the beach. (I did some semi-public wriggling from trousers into regular shorts before walking.) I'm still floored by Mariana's apathy towards beaches, or at least as per her insistance, towards Florida beaches. She says she's a bit spoilt by Guam's beaches and finds no particular thrill in Florida's. I guess that makes sense, and I've not yet been to Guam to make the comparison myself. Florida's Gulfside beaches are quite different from the Atlantic beaches. Both sides have their charm, but they're not at all interchangeable. But as I tell her, in my opinion, even a bad beach is still a spectacular environment. I could walk for hours on a beach, in the sand, or ankle- or knee-deep in the surf, idly kicking through whatever rocks and shells are to be found, scanning the horizon. I'm not positive, but I think this beach we were at yesterday is called Lido Beach. And like the Venice beach(es), this was fairly placid, and (relative to Daytona and other Atlantic beaches, and like the Venice beach(es)) fairly deserted (which also stuns me). So I walked around a bit, trying and failing to ignore the gnawing guilt about having dragged Mariana to a place which she (somehow) finds so boring.
So I finally returned to her and we then went to her voice lesson. (And despite what you will soon be told, nothing in particular happened as I was waiting for her during the lesson.) From there we returned to Venice. I gave Mariana's mother a jar each of peach jam, jalapeno jelly, and some peach-jalapeno salsa, all of which I made myself from nature's bounty in my yard. Then we went out and did more shopping and random looking. Saw an old friend of Mariana. By then it was getting late, and neither of us was especially hungry for another big restaurant meal, so we sat and talked and dozed for a long while before finally reluctantly delivering her home again.
When I got home, found an e-mail waiting for me, from Mariana, telling me that Reuben had won the American Idol over that bizarre little Clay guy. And I'm glad. I hadn't watched the show in weeks, but kept up with it through Mariana, so I haven't been watching their performances (which, in my opinion, have/had little to do with the results at this point of the contest). But that Clay guy just creeps me out. So now Clay can begin his slow spiral back into obscurity and novelty-act status as That Other American Idol Guy, while Reuben gets the only slightly more upscale spiral into obscurity as That Guy Who Won the Second American Idol Thing. While Kelly Clarkson will never graduate from her status as That Chick Who Won American Idol into anything resembling true pop-star status or celebrityhood, and while I doubt Reuben will either, Reuben at least has the benefit of a more recognizable persona. Kelly Clarkson carries the burden of bland, interchangeable, not-unattractiveness which is essentially indistinguishable from a bevy of other recent pop stars and young actresses. It will be interesting to see if Reuben can parlay his much more identifiable apparent persona as jovial fat guy into something more substantial. I think the American Idol novelty and label will always be far too much for its participants and winners to ever overcome, so I have my doubts. But here's to hoping he can. I won't say he deserves it, but he seems like a decent guy, so we'll see.

A KeyWord Rankings update.
'feedee anime'. Yikes.
I had another one - "MEDITERRANEAN TYPE PLANTS PICS" - but it was one of those weird ones where when I clicked on it to see the actual search engine results, the Hellmouth wasn't listed. So I'm stuck with feedee anime. Aren't we all?

And really, don't you think it was about time that I put the April stuff into the archives??

5/20/2003 Tuesday 1:12 PM
The twenty-first day.

It's amazing how much good ten hours of sleep can do a body.

Well, it's over. I watched the final episode of 'Buffy' this morning.
And now it's over. For good. For ever and ever.
What will I do now?
While at the grocery store a little while ago, the cashier pointed at my 'Buffy' t-shirt that I was wearing as a tribute. She said, you gonna watch the last episode tonight? I said, well, actually, I already have, I gotta work tonight, and I couldn't wait 'til afterwards, so I downloaded it and watched it. She said, ooh, I wanna ask you, but I don't. I grinned and told her I could answer any questions she wanted, but I wouldn't say anything unless she wanted me to. She said, okay, just tell me one thing: does Buffy die?
I answered.
She asked a follow-up question, but I told her, hey, you said tell you one thing, so I told you one thing. I'm not telling anything else!

So now Buffy is over.

*sigh*

5/19/2003 Monday 10:10 AM
The twentieth day.

Blast From the Past, Part I:
In high school there was a frequent substitute teacher named Chris, or "Mr. (deleted)." He wasn't much older than we were, and he was a bit of a hipster. By coincidence, he started working where I worked in 12th grade, and we struck up a friendship. He played in a band called It's All Over that was, at the time, one of the most popular local bands. He was at all the parties, came to all the parties, his band played at our favourite punk nightclub (Visage) several times, the usual. We've stayed in touch over the years; he lives just a couple of blocks from where I work right now. He stopped by a couple of nights ago at work, just to hang out; he knows me, my brother, and the owner, having worked with all of us for several years. Turns out he left several copies of a CD he had made of his old band's music, five songs from their original full-length album which has long since disappeared from my collection. It's funny; I'm pretty sure I've asked him over the years if he could get me another copy of his album, and his response was always, 'oh, I dunno if I can find any, I don't think I have any left, I wouldn't know where to look.' Well, I guess he found it somehow. For a CD, it has an amazing variety of pops and hisses and scratches; it's obviously recorded from a vinyl LP version. No matter, just for nostalgia, I'm glad to have it.

Blast From the Past, Part II:
Also in high school, I met a girl through my circle of friends, named Jodi. She was several years younger than me and our friends, but knew them through acting in local theatre with them. We also struck up a friendship over the years, one that initially revolved around mutual flirting but which evolved years ago into a comfortable support system once it became obvious that the timing was just never going to be right between us. We speak or see each other several times a year, but not much more often than that. Well, just yesterday, Babeness showed me a link which happened to be Jodi's online LiveJournal site. Jodi has kept up this journal for several months, and I had no idea (which is no great surprise). That's nice, I guess, it makes it somewhat easier for me to keep track of a friend who I'm pretty sure has never had the same phone number for more than a year at a time...

Another long day today.
Mariana is working all day, as am I. Ty is out of town, doing some real gambling in Vegas, so there will be no poker tonight. Joel would like to go see the new Matrix flick, but since I never saw the first one, he might instead bring over the DVD of the first one for us to watch, so we can go see the new one maybe later in the week or something. And that would be fine with me; I've developed a bit of a headache in the last hour or so and I'm pretty sure I won't feel up to any going-outness tonight. Heck, I don't even feel up to any going-to-workness today, but since when does that ever stop me?

A KeyWord Rankings update.
More feedee sex stuff.
As my beloved would say, I'm done.

5/17/2003 Saturday 9:33 AM
The eighteenth day.

Well, since I've known for a long time (and am told quite often) that I'm going to hell, I decided to find out exactly what I'll be doing when I get there. Turns out I have an eternity of fun things awaiting me:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished me to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how I matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

And here is what it says about the 8th level of Hell:
"Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer."

I'm thinking of asking ol' Beelzebub for a re-assignment, though. Or is it Dante that I should appeal to? He designed the damn thing. I'd ask God, but He had an early tee time with Bill Gates today and is unavailable. Anyway, it seems to me that based on my results, I should be in the Level 3/4 range - that's where my Highs and Very Highs are concentrated. My Very High in Level 8 seems to be a bit of an abberation, compared to the levels on either side. So, okay, I'll do my eternity wallowing in human excrement if I have to, but I think it's a bit unfair, and I'm doing it under protest.
I am not at all surprised to see that Babeness has so few Highs and no Very Highs in her results. She's so much better than me. I pray that she never realizes it! However, it's good that she's just one level above me. Maybe we can exchange hand signals from that close range, if the lamentations of the sinners aren't too loud. In fact our results are similar on only three levels: Purgatory, where we both scored Very Low, and Levels 6 (Heretics) and 9 (Treacherous), where we both scored Low. There might be a joke in there somewhere, but, hoping to maybe change my Level assignment, I probably shouldn't make it.

5/16/2003 Friday 11:45 PM
Did anybody else notice that my Babeness's new lip gloss will give those luscious lips a "mutlichromatic" shimmer?

There's been so new (albeit minor) hoohaw in the English Department. (See The Great E-mail Debate from early February, discussed also in the Archives). A professor sent an e-mail out to the Departmental mailing list this week, asking for "a litany of bad authors, preferably canonical ones....who did something really bad--rape, murder, kidnapping, incest, resistance to civil rights movements, etc."
The subject of the e-mail was, rather predictably, "Bad Authors." First of all, that's a rather problematic description of his request. It begs the question(s): do bad actions make these authors "bad" people? Or merely "bad" authors, implying somehow that authors have some social responsibilities above and beyond what citizens already have? (That is, if they commit any of those acts, they might still be good people, but since they're authors and not merely people, they no longer deserve the title of "good authors.") Does he want authors who were bad people? or authors who did bad things? Are those two different populations? Does doing bad things make you a bad person?
Secondly, I noticed his inclusion of "resistance to civil rights movements" in his list of qualifying "really bad" things. And, regardless of emotional connection, opposition to any particular civil rights movement is, in addition to anything else, a political position, because civil rights movements themselves are inherently political, in the literal and figurative senses of the word. And it strikes me as odd, and a little offensive, that he would characterize any particular political position as "really bad," and therefore the moral equivalent of rape, murder, etc.
Perhaps not so coincidentally, to further muddy the waters, his sig file included in his title that he is the coordinator of the "(identifier deleted) Queer Academics," which a few seconds of research reveals to be essentially a local thinktank of academics in the GLBT arena. So I have to wonder at the connection there, if by referring to "civil rights movements," the professor is first and foremost concerned with opposition to gay-rights movements in particular. If that be his agenda, that's fine, but I think it's far too partisan to so blithely equate opposition to gay-rights movements with murder, rape, etc. as "really bad" actions, as things that make someone a "bad" person or in this case a "bad" author (if indeed that is a fair assessment of his focus).
Feeling rather frisky, I was immediately tempted to respond to the e-mail, to clarify his use of these terms and take him to task for his apparent a priori inclusion of political positions that he opposes with the other "bad things." I opted instead to reply merely to ask that anybody offering suggestions of "bad authors" send their suggestions to the mailing list in addition to that professor. I kinda wanted to get a feel for how other people would approach both his request and his set of qualifying "bad things." Mariana wisely suggested that I not add fuel to any possible fire. I told her I wouldn't, and I haven't.
The next day, that professor wrote again, as per my request, including the suggestions that he had been sent privately. He said that several people had questioned his use of the term "bad authors," but that he prefers the vagueness of the description. Whatever. There have been no further mailings on the topic.

5/16/2003 Friday 12:00 AM
The seventeenth day.

Take THAT!

1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
Mostly tap, I guess. And I don't drink a whole lot of water as is - we have an entire kitchen cabinet full of iced tea mixes, Gatorade powders, instant lemonade mixes, Kool-Aids, all bought in bulk, by the vat.
2. What are your favourite flavor of chips?
My all-time favourite chip-type snack is Cheetos, crunchy variety. But that's not really a flavour, and it's probably not technically a chip. So of chips, I guess I'd go with a really, violently intense salt-and-vinegar. If I have to make a face every time I eat one, it's a good chip.
3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
Probably lasagna, piled high, with meat layers and leafy vegetable layers.
4. How do you have your eggs?
Sunny-side up, usually, unless the yolk breaks when I crack the egg, in which case I suddenly rediscover my fondness for scrambled. Preferably with bacon (turkey bacon, please!) and biscuits with honey.
5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
Outside of a restaurant?
Nobody ever cooks for me. I'm always the cook.
I mean, I'm not really complaining; I love to cook.
But I'm not really sure who the last person was. Maybe my mum sometime back.

5/15/2003 Thursday 3:49 AM
The sixteenth day.

They didn't beat me.
And today was just too wonderful. I so wish it hadn't had to end. But it did, and I'm off to bed, to dream some instant replays.

5/14/2003 Wednesday 6:04 AM
The 15th day.
Three more hours.

Joel gave me some precious advice about how to handle the meeting with the parents today:
Wear a belt.
Wash my car. It sends the message that a man who takes good care of his vehicle will take good care of his woman.
No rakish curly-cues in my hair.
Don't high-five her father.
Impress her grandmother.
And instead of offering her only a chaste little kiss on the cheek in front of her parents, slap her on the ass when I leave.
I know Joel, and therefore I'm not sure really sure which ones he was serious about.

I spent much of the day yesterday in the kitchen, using nature's bounty. The various hot peppers are coming in nicely, and there's a tree full of peaches ripening, so I made several jars of a nice hot and sweet peach/jalapeno salsa. I canned it, but I don't think it sealed well enough; it was far too easy to pry up the lids. So I guess I'll just put it all in the refrigerator. Then I made some wonderful jalapeno jelly. That didn't seal well, either, so now I have six half-pint jars of the stuff crowding in with the salsa. I wanted to give some of each to Mariana's mother today as a little how-do-you-do gift, but I don't think it would be very productive to give her a half-pint of botulism.

Hearing about the Texas legislature, I just had to wonder what century I was in.

Two hours and 45 minutes.

5/13/2003 Tuesday 11:04 AM
A KeyWord Rankings update.

5/12/2003 Monday 8:58 PM
The 13th day.
One more day.

I've been given a set of clear, unambiguous instructions about Wednesday.
They were completely unnecessary, of course; what they require of me is exactly what I already anticipated. And I'm so excited I can hardly think about anything else.

Not much new to report, then. It was a long, hot, sweaty, tiring weekend (including today; my schedule being what it is, I mostly consider Mondays to be the last day of the weekend). I'm off for some companionship and fellowship and poker with some friends tonight.

A KeyWord Rankings update.
"Pay per view facesitting"?! Whoever heard of such a thing? What the hell is this world coming to?

5/10/2003 Saturday 12:32 AM
The 11th day since Babeness left.
Five more days before I see her again.

While mowing the lawn today, I noticed that the papaya tree has actually put out several tiny new branches and leaves, far down on the trunk, below the areas that froze and died this winter. That's finally confirmation that the tree has survived and is viable; frankly, I had resigned myself to it being dead completely. While I'm thrilled about this, I'm far more pessimistic about the mango tree. Some fresh leaves and tiny branches sprouted a few weeks ago, but after a few days, they withered and died, and there have been no more. I fear the worst about it.
And while puttering around down there a couple days ago, I saw a black snake, about four feet long, casually draped inside the orange tree under the mango. We discussed how hot it's been for a few minutes and then I said goodbye and left it there.
And the peaches are ripe now. I had a couple today - sweet and juicy.
Ahh, ahh, Florida.

I hope my darling Babeness is asleep right now. I worry about her. Naturally I was hoping she'd be around when I got home, but I got home a couple of hours later than I told her (turns out I had to work late after all), and she's not around. I miss her so much, so so much. I saw one of her hairclips in my car, in the glove compartment, tonight. I just picked it up and looked at it and held it for a few moments. And then I put it back.

5/09/2003 Friday 12:02 AM
FF groovin':

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
Fairly organized, yeah. Messy, but organized. I sometimes organize things simply out of boredom.
2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
I really don't. I have in the past, and I still might in the future. I've used electronic ones, paper ones, DayRunners, etc. But at the moment, I don't use any.
3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
Pretty much. Not a whole lot in it or on it - spindles of CDs, and empty CD cases, and that's about it.
4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
Always. CDs by artist, last name first and/or by name of the group, 'The' omitted. My books are organized mostly by topic, and then by author's last name within the topics. DVDs by name.
5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
Collections of videotapes. So many tapes had wildly divergent stuff on them - sports and sit-coms, Buffy episodes with movies, etc. So I never knew whether to include them based on what they had MORE of, or according to what the single most important event on the tape was.

5/08/2003 Thursday 10:33 AM
This is my first day off in two solid weeks. And heck, it's not even scheduled as a day off; Mark is working for me under a deal we struck last week that would have allowed me to go see Babeness today. But with Ed having his procedure done Tuesday morning, Babeness wisely pointed out that it might not be the best day for me to leave. She's right, of course, and sooner or later the timing would have occurred to me as well. But oh, so close....Sunday doesn't look good for going down there, either. I tried to juggle the schedule again, to get somebody to work for me, but every time I got essentially the same response: sorry, that's Mother's Day, and I've got plans already.
Great. Well, it is Mother's Day, and Babeness better have plans with her mum, too. So it looks like next week that I make the grand voyage down there, finally.

So, anyway, it's a day off. The plans are to mow the lawn in three or four phases; do some eating of weeds around the fence and other areas; plant some veggies; hand-pull some weeds out of the existing veggies; do some laundry; nap once or twice; and eat three good meals.
The likely reality is that I'll do the mowing and some of the weeding; have a hastily-thrown together lunch late in the afternoon; and make a decent dinner more out of guilt over a wasted day off than out of real hunger. I mean, it's already almost 11 and I haven't even had that good breakfast yet.

Last night before I bedded, I told Mariana that she would probably be awake all night, despite her assurances the she was going to sleep soon, and despite the fact that going to sleep was basically her reason for getting off the phone. Judging from her blog, it appears that I was right! Was there ever any doubt? The same thing happened when she was home over the holidays - a complete flipflop of her days and nights, sleep all day, putter all night. Oh, that girl...

A KeyWord Rankings update. Lots of additions, lots of deletions. I'm branching out from my Pierce Bronson Shirtless holdings into some Danny Bonaduce Shirtless as well, although right now, I'm only #7, and it's only MSN. Give me time, I know I can do better.
As for the "literature on hellmouth," given the appearance of She Who Must Be Avoided in last night's dream, that's strangely appropriate.

5/06/2003 Tuesday 10:58 AM
Back home.
Back to bed.
And hopefully, back to those dreams...

5/06/2003 Tuesday 4:33 AM
I was my mum's kid again last night. We all were - me, Ed, Don, Tracie. And Len (Tracie's hubby) and their young'uns, Ashley, Jahared, and Len Jr. Junior looked at Babeness's picture and said she was pretty.
Well, mostly what he said was something like "prih-ee," but we knew what he meant. Smart kid, right?
Anyway, we were all over there. Joel, too. There was much reminiscing. We weren't there too late, though. Don had to travel early this mornining, and Ed and I, well, we're traveling early, too. Don's going home; we're going to the hospital. Go figure.

5/05/2003 Monday 9:57 AM
And yeah, because I did the FF elsewhere, too, here it is here:

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
"Fighter," Christina Aguilera
2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
"Daddy's Arms," the Statler Brothers
"Will the Circle Be Unbroken," the Allman Brothers
3. Name three songs that turn you on.
"Your Body is a Wonderland," John Mayer
"Someday (We'll Be Together)," the Supremes
"These Arms of Mine," Willie and the Poor Boys
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
"These Arms of Mine," Willie and the Poor Boys
"Every Picture Tells a Story," Rod Stewart
"He Went to Paris," Jimmy Buffett
"Garbage Man," the Cramps
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
"Ten Years Gone," Led Zeppelin
"Start Me Up," the Rolling Stones
"Desert Moon," Dennis DeYoung
"Estranged," Guns 'n Roses
"Ride On," AC/DC

5/04/2003 Sunday 9:52 PM
It works!

Well, having determined that it works...
Happy 5, my darling Babeness.