Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
The blogger software that I use to write "Stuff You Think You Need" is perplexed.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I felt a little self conscious about the photography, so I don't think I did it justice, but hopefully you can see how we have two signs here, both saying open, but really only the one that I am in has a real person doing anything, and you can tell the one that I am in, because I am the one taking the photograph, and trust me, she wasn't doing anything quickly. There is a woman at the front with her kid. You can see the top of his head in the photo. Next to the kid is a construction worker. he is wearing a Hard hat, just in case someone starts throwing Egg McMuffins I guess. I asked him about the hard hat, and he told me that his head never really developed well from when he was born, like most peoples heads get harder over time, he said he had that soft skull thing going on till he was 40 or so? It was like play doh, Either that, or maybe he is just a construction worker, and I am making some shit up? Maybe that's what he said? Something to the effect like: "What the hell are you doing taking pictures of a line at a McDonalds?" " Of course I work construction, don't you see all the buildings nearby that are being built? who the hell do you think is doing that? Construction workers like me?" Sheese...
So as a summary, I walked out of my building and get yelled at by Spike Lee, I walk over to my Crappy ass, good for nothing, except two for two dollars Egg McMuffins McDonalds, and a construction worker lays it down for me. -Meanwhile start talking about taxes with my wife, or the situation we find ourselves in with the divorce, and again, someone will be yelling at me. Life is funny like that.
Here is a picture of the next two spaces to the right, that are just outside of the photograph in the first one. for some reason those two cash registers are "closed" Evidently, the line in the first two were only Gilligans Island type things, with there promise of a "three hour tour" The owners of this particular McDonalds were probably to busy rolling around on a bed full of cash right that very minute, they certainly couldn't be bothered with hiring some other people to, oh, I don't
And what the hell is that guy doing behind the "closed Cash register" I think he is getting some cash out so maybe he can wipe his ass after he goes to the bathroom. I am telling you, its the busiest, dirtiest MacDees in all the world, and I wouldn't doubt that they wipe there butts in cash and clean the floor after they close, with particles of gold filled bleach.
Anyways, I got my Egg McMuffin deal and went back to see what Spike Lee was doing. Earlier, before I got to the McDonalds I had walked outside of my building and found a commercial was being shot. My HighRise had been converted into an urban city streetscape, in which part of her was evidently some kind of a book store or something. I had listened to the guy that was at my door when he told me it was ok to cross the street, so I did just that, in fact he specifically asked/ told me to get out of the way and cross the street. When I got to the safe part, that's across the street like he said, where there were many other civilians just like myself, I took a few pictures. Not soon after that, a guy started yelling: "Stop with the flashing!" Turns out, It was Spike Lee basically yelling at one of his people, to tell me to quit with my picture taking. It wasn't the photographs that bothered him it was my stupid flash. So yes, he wasn't necessarily yelling directly at ME, so maybe I exagerated, but he was yelling at a guy about how bad he sucked because he didn't control me from taking those pictures. I heard what he said and thought to myself the thing that I told you I thought at the beginning of this post, plus on top of that I thought, HEY. Spike Lee is sort of yelling at me? That's pretty cool! and then I quit taking pictures. Really though, they didn't even care if I took pictures, they just cared that My flash didn't go off when they were shooting the scene. So then I took a whole bunch more pictures during the down time between the shots. Making T.V. Commercials is hard work. It entails eating Egg McMuffins and standing around taking pictures in between takes and trying not to get yelled at.
Here is a picture of My building doing that acting thing that she does. See how she portrays a bookstore here? and yes that is Spike Lee. Don't worry though, I have some better photos that I will put up here in a minute.
These photographs didn't get me yelled at, because they were just setting up the scene when I was taking these. What Pissed Spike off was when they were actually shooting the scene and I took the photos, and again, it wasn't the photographs, it was the flash.
Here is another look at my building doing the stuff she does with the acting business and being in the background like in that Sony commercial, She is such a damn rock star.
Do you see the poinsettias around the base of the trees? Those are some ACTING flowers to go along with my ACTING Building. Normally we don't have Poinsettias around the base of our trees, normally we have used condoms and stuff. Also that grey box right there acting like a newspaper rack? that's an ACTING Newspaper rack as well. Inside that grey rack is a bunch of stupid papers. This T.V. show/ Commercial, making business requires allot out of my building and allot out of the flowers as well as the newspaper racks.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Awesome T.V. show alert. "Weeds" is the Bomb. Its a show from SHOWTIME. I watched the first season last week, I am on the second season now. Each episode gets better then the one before. Extremely well written and funny.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The weekend of October 10th, the first ever two loss National Champion LSU Tigers come to Gainesville. Someone that lives nearby Baton Rouge sent me this photograph today:
Well you know what? So do The Gators , We have our Crystal Balls also, and we only lost ONCE in each of our ball collecting years, like a normal one loss National champion is supposed to.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
- I talked to him and asked him if I could take his picture but there was a language issue. Neither of us spoke Russian. I was able to communicate what it was that I was going to do by grabbing the camera and holding it out in such a way that basically through sheer body language and the natural force of my facial movements said: "Hey Mister, I think your job looks like a lot of fun? do you have to drive around allot? Don't you wish there was such a thing as a teleportation device like in Star trek? How do you get to be a High Rise Window Washer? Ever drop in on someone and peek through the window and they happen to be doing it? Did you start out just washing windows on the ground? How cool is the rappelling part? I mean Obviously I can see you rappelling, and it looks like fun, I guess what I am really asking is if I can wash the rest of the windows on the floors below me?"
My building is in a T.V. Commercial. Click on this link to see it in the background of the opening scene right before they let out all the foam and then for a little bit after that. Its in one other part but it is so quick that I am not going to try to point it out. The building under construction in which the hard hat guy trys to catch a sud is just down the block. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBXkrU86YxA
My building is a ROCKSTAR. I live in a ROCKSTAR building.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Obviously Miami and Gainesville are two different types of places to live. I just stated something that may seem pretty clear, but I have friends that read this blog, and some of them need that kind of clarification. I love them to death, but still, you can never be to sure about what they understand about life and living and such, --not all of them anyways, Some of them are not as quick as you and I! And NO, I am not talking about YOU, whoever YOU may be that is reading this and wondering if it was YOU I was mentioning just now, by not mentioning you. It’s an authors trick, saying shit, by what they are not saying. Again I am like Hemmingway with all my professionalism and plus the beer drinking and the loving of the South Florida weather.
Since I have lived in Miami, I have gone to a huge ass Street party called Calle Ocho. I have been to the largest spring Arts Festival in the country. It’s an arts festival that they have every year in the Grove. It’s an art festival four times the size of Gainesville’s own Spring Art festival and plus the Cocaine is way more pure. PLUS, you have to pay a cover charge!
I have been to a Car show, in which they would let you sit in a 96 thousand dollar BMW, but not the 35 thousand dollar Chrysler Sebring? I have been to a Latin American Art Show, and a Porn Convention. I have been to the beach where women don’t even bother with the top parts of their bikinis, and I have spent some time on the roof of my building while some women that evidently live near me, were topless as well. One weekend, I happened upon models playing volleyball for a chance to go on a trip to the Bahamas, and another weekend, I went to a world class movie festival on a par with the Sundance in Colorado. All of this is so awesome and so very cool I can’t really stand it.
Jennifer Anniston and Owen Wilson are always hanging out with me here in South Florida as well.
Ok, maybe that’s a lie, but truthfully, they have been hanging out in South Florida, just like me. They are down here filming a movie called Marley and Me. Which, by the way I bought on CD and happened to listen to during one of my Millions and Millions of trips back and forth between Gainesville and Miami. (OK, Millions may also be an exaggeration, but I will do that on you, its another part of who I am)
treat myself to a book on CD and listen to it on the way up and back. Marley and Me was one such C.D.
This upcoming weekend is The NFL Draft weekend, and my first instinct is to hang out at my apartment with all my friends, who, in this particular instance in figuring Friends that live in South Florida, would be none. Zero. Zilch.
I would watch the draft and be able to study it, and think about it, and truly have a great time. OR, I could actually go to Dolphins stadium and watch there. The fish have invited fans out to do this, and I am thinking about breaking my tradition on what I normally do on draft day and going over to the stadiumt. I am thinking about basically missing the draft so I can go and be NEAR the draft. Its an anomaly and a conundrum, What do you think I should do? Go and hang out with the Tuna, give him some advice he wont take? Or watch it ALLLLLL and I do mean ALLLLLL on t.v. and then feel Guilty about how I wasted my weekend? Which, by the way I have done a million times before.
This upcoming Saturday is one of my favorite days of the year. Not because it’s a day that I do much of anything and when I say This Saturday, I really mean it as if Easter was my favorite holiday. Everyone understands that statement but they also know Easter is like the US Open of holidays in that its always on a different golf course and its always a slightly different day although generally speaking the US open does usually end up concluding on fathers day. But that was a digression.
Fact is, In Miami you have lots of choices on stuff to do on the weekend and this one has me wondering what the best choice of action might be.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
There was even an Exotic car at this Exxxotica outing:
There was simulated lesbianism:
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
When I am playing Golf, I think of myself as a golfer much like Tiger Woods, just like when I dance I like to think of myself as on a par with John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. It goes on like that in my mind based on pretty much whatever I am doing. So when I am being paid to golf I will wear the red shirt to symbolize the blood in the water as I shoot my way around the course in just under a hundred strokes (or sometimes just over and I really hate it when it is the just over outcome)
This post is also a lot like that, in the sense that it is my first paid post. That’s right, this post was paid for. I am a lot like Earnest Hemingway in that Regard, in that He was paid to write, and now I am being paid to write. Plus we both like our beer, The ladies, and Sunny South Florida, only I am not planning on Shooting myself in the head, nor running with any Damn bulls in Pamplona.
I was asked to review a book and then write about it in my little corner of the World Wide Web. My payment you ask? The book itself, a $39.95 value. Yes it may not be greenbacks but it is barter, which is one of the oldest forms of commerce in the world. Prostitutes in the 1800’s used to give it up in exchange for chickens. Entire economies in the middle ages subsisted on the principles of barter, so yes, Maybe Hemingway was never paid for: The Sun Also Rises with chicken sex, but then again, he shot himself, so we might not ever know.
The book is called: Historic photos of Greater Miami It was put together by Seth H. Bramson. He is a member of the faculty at Barry University as well as Florida International University.
Page 12 shows a photograph of the corner of what is now Miami Ave and Flagler Street. Of course it was taken around the turn of the century and in the photo, that intersection is just a lot of trees, a wooden shack and a dirt road. That’s An Intersection that if there were no buildings between my place and that corner, I could hit an Eight iron and reach it. (Tiger would probably use a wedge and he could hit over the buildings that are there now, I am sure) Page 15 shows a wooden shack that is at “today's” second street and First avenue. A mere one block from my apartment! It goes on and on, but as you can probably tell by the title, and my description so far, the book basically consists of Pictures of Miami from back in the day. It is absolutely fascinating and you should go out and buy one. If you live in Oklahoma you should buy two, because that’s a state I still envision as having a lot of dirt roads and wooden shacks and stuff. You can get it at Amazon.com and you don’t even have to tell anyone I sent you. They also have the same titles for Broward and Palm Beach. And if you don’t get it for the outstanding history and photographs of South Florida, get it for your coffee table.
I only recently became the owner of a coffee table. As a married man for the last fifteen years, our home never had a working coffee table, or even a non-working coffee table. It just wasn’t done and I didn’t question it. I move out on my own, and almost immediately acquire a coffee table and have no coffee table book, then out of nowhere I am asked by a lady that lives in a state where they wear that burnt Ass Orange on Saturdays in the fall, and she sends me one, only asking that I review it and post about it. Damn straight I will! and even though I sent a complete stranger my mailing Address and the people from the witness protection program do really frown on That, I did it anyways, and I did it for my Coffee Table. I am telling you, it is serendipity. It is Karma, It is the universe working in the ways that it does. It is the most beautiful thing to ever happen to my coffee table. Before that fateful E-mail asking me to send my address so that they could send me this beautiful Coffee table book, my Coffee table was alone and sad. See the photograph below:
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Apparently, My son walked right up to the girlfriend of one of my teammates and told her that She wasn't as pretty as his Mommy, For good measure, he also told her that her feet smelled. He had never met this woman before in his life.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Yesterday, we were walking down Lincoln Road in South Beach and came across the Lincoln Theatre. This really amused her and she thought it was funny that they would name a theatre after a person that was killed while in a theatre. It would be like naming a convertible, the Kennedy Convertible.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
First of all, an alert reader, after reading yesterdays post sent this follow up story in to me via my personal E-mail: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,345489,00.html
It’s a follow up story on the gator thing from yesterday, only it has a different cast of characters and a different outcome.
Its like a sequel, except all the original actors are big time now so they used the cast from saving the bell for the remake.
In this one, the reptile doesn’t become shoes, but somebody does end up at the doctor discussing bite wounds. We also have a hero in her husband. Plus, this is just part of a blog post and a link for me, for the people the story is about, it’s a lifelong memory.
I wouldn’t want to go through what they went through, but if I did, I would damn sure want to talk about it every chance I had for the rest of my life. I am sure my friends would listen to me tell it for a little while, till they told me to shut the fuck up about it….
In other news, the fact that I heard about this particular Gator/ Croc story from my friend offline is, in and of itself, a topic to point out. Ok, technically, she sent it to me online, but it wasn’t on the blog world part of the online, it was on the oh so nineteen nineties E-Mail part of the online.
She could have just posted her comment in the comments section and even pasted the link in there, but she didn’t. I understand her very well though, the woman once hit me in the head with a softball while I was looking in another direction. Damn near broke my glasses. (I only wear glasses when I am pitching to look like wild thing from Major League, I see fucking absolutely perfect, If perfect is kind of blurry looking and hazy and stuff) My point here though, is all of my real world friends, except for one exception, (shout out to Manningstalker) live in a world where if you comment in the comments section of a blog, you might find yourself slathered in chocolate and locked up in a tiny little prison cell with hugely muscled up gay men who adore chocolate, so I don’t judge you guys not commenting. I completely understand.
As far as some other vaudeville stuff I want to tell you about, hang with me here as we post a picture of a beautiful looking family.
That’s all I have about that, nothing extra to say. Sometimes Genius needs to be left alone and that is such a Genius photograph. I hope everyone just quits reading my brilliant writing just now and look at that picture and let their souls commune with the universe. Its just such a poignant snapshot of Mullethead …..
Finally, as we close on yet another completely different vaudeville act: This is the one where I tell you how much I am looking forward to the upcoming week. Spring break is here and I am lucky enough to have my kids for the whole week. In all honesty I am overjoyed about the situation, but also am feeling slightly anxious about it. Being a Single parent is nothing I ever wanted for myself, just as I know my wife didn’t either. She is doing a very outstanding job as the starting parent, I am just glad that She was able to lead our team/ family in such a blowout, that the backup parent (me) gets a little playing time this week. I understand its not the total real deal as they are off from school and stuff, just like the backup roots for a blowout type win so he can get his playing time. It will be my best week in a really long while. I miss ....anyways its like Forest Gump says: That's all I have to say about that....
I am out of here, I have 332 miles to drive tomorrow just to get them, and then another buck ten back down to Orlando so that we can go to the place where you get to stand in line for twenty nine minutes, just so you can ride an attraction for three minutes. Saturday will be like my sex life evidently, if foreplay is equivalent to waiting in lines and the good stuff is the actual rides themselves.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The gist of the thing is that a Ten foot gator blocked some traffic, and because of that, in about six months you can buy some shoes made up of his skin, and next week you can eat parts of his tail. There is such discrimination down here, if it had been a crocodile, they would have released it back into the wild, But a real live Gator? Just make him into lunch, shoes and a briefcase.
This story amused me quite a bit, one of the aspects that tickled me, was the deputy trying to reason with the big fellow. “Get back into the canal” He yelled through a bull horn. I am sure he was doing that more for the people standing around watching the scene unfold then any real attempt at Sheriff/reptile communication. Plus he used English and most of our gators down here speak Spanish when they do speak. That is probably why they did not call in Dr. Doolittle. Sure Doolittle is famous for being able to talk with animals, but DUH, the animals he talks with all speak ENGLISH. That Deputy is a funny dude, just hamming it up for the love of the theatre that scene must have evoked.
Then when they snared him with that rope he did his total roll thing, pretty scary when Tarzan is struggling with ya in the river big guy, not so much on the side of the road next to the overpass.
And what about that guy who ends up with the first $280.00 bucks from the Hyde of this gator? He has a bad ass job, wrestling Gators and stuff like that. It reminds me of how freaking Crazy Bill Romanowski is, That is a guy who would not even wait for the rope to get around that gator's neck before he would start kicking that Gators ass.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
For one, Its a bitch to vacuum a car, and for two, even after YOU do vacuum, it seems like you never get it all out on the first try. It’s just like things I think about when I write. It doesn’t always come out of my head and get on the computer screen exactly the way I would like it, Plus I am always at those rental car washes scrounging up quarters to pay for the suck.
I am constantly leaning over to put the hose where the dirt is and sometimes the dirt just sticks there in those little crevices of my blog posting mind. errrr… I mean the sand gets in the corners of the seats, and the vacuum wont reach? Plus Some of you just read that and made up porn type stuff in YOUR minds. Plus it kind of hurts my back. (both the vacuuming and posting)
Additionally there is always a homeless type fellow just hanging around, the car wash, bumming quarters, and you just feel empathy for the guy, so you give him a few of your vacuuming quarters. You are figuring you will just change another dollar bill in the change machine, but of course, that’s when the change machine gets all finicky on your ass, and keeps spitting that bill back at you like you are Jerry Rice and it is Bill Romanowski. *
And if it’s not a homeless guy distracting you when you are vacuuming out your car, Its E-mails from your work life, or something equivalent, like a t.v. show, when you are trying to be bloger McBloggity.
Stupid Change machine, Stupid wave not breaking correctly……Stupid conscious, for giving that guy the last few quarters you need so you can just vacuum out your car, you know, or write a blog post?
*Bill Romanowski used to be quite the bad ass football player and during one game he spit in Jerry Rices face. Plus, over the next five blog posts I am going to sneak a Bill Romanowski reference in, one way or another, even though I
have no idea what the next five blog posts are going to be about, and don’t know a whole hell of a lot about Romo either. It’s just a fun game I am going to play with myself. --- I know, I just said: “Play with myself.” I hope you get a text Message RIGHT NOW on your phone about SEEXY teens.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Here I am looking out that massive ass window of mine. The thing is huge, it’s six foot five , by six foot six, and it’s the little fellow out of the two windows I have in my Apartment. It looks out over the downtown high rises to the south, and it is my window to the birds and the clouds, and the sun in the day, and the stars and the city at night. About half my job entails me sitting here and writing on this computer that I also happen to use to blog with, so I look out this window allot.
The Centrust building* is Purple tonight, as I type out this post, all alone in my high rise loft apartment. It’s been that way for four days now. (not me being alone, the color of the building) It probably knows I have been hanging around my LSU friend and his buddies for awhile, so it silently mocks me for all those gutsy fourth down calls old Les miles made that 2nd October Saturday night of late last year against My Gators.
It’s only been a few months since I moved to Miami, but it seems like a lifetime ago that I had a residence in Gainesville, and decades before that, when I lived in that big suburban house on top of that hill, with my two kids, wife, dog and cat.
Back then, I had a job that paid me for leading people and taking on responsibility. I evidently just couldn’t lead my family.
I also had that Free Cell phone that never bothered me at 5:30 in the morning to tell me where I could look at Porn.**
There was Tech support if my computer crashed.
The checks were regular and came every two weeks. The car I drove was owned by the company and they also threw in a gas card. Yet the stuff going on outside of my control within my family life was killing me. Do you hear me? How do you shout in a blog? by just using a bunch of exclamation marks? Well then here !!!!!!! I wondered when it was all going to come crashing down. We fought and argued and I just never understood. I couldn’t ever figure out the things that went on around me in my own home, and was so very afraid to talk to anyone on the outside about the cancer that was infecting us.
I destroyed all that though, and although I am not going to act like I did it on purpose, I will tell you that it’s probably for the better. Don’t get me wrong, I still wish the phone I have
to pay for wasn’t so worried about me seeing porn all the time, And acted more like that other phone, where the minutes were always available, and the bill went somewhere else. I miss that
allot. THIS JUST IN: Cell phone bills going to other people that then pay them with money that is not yours, is a great thing to have.
I miss so much about where I used to work, mostly because it was a good job, based in Gainesville and It sucks to live five and a half hours away from your kids.
Today, after nearly a quarter of a year living in Miami, I am doing ok, if not great, and I am in control of my own time. Its like they say: having people work for you creates stress. Being in control of your own time and schedule and only being responsible for yourself can work wonders on your overall attitude about life. I have also laid down my first quarter of blogging as well.
Blogging is a new hobby I started during the transition from moving to Miami. So for this quarter, it has been a new thing I do. I worry about it sometimes. I desperately don’t want to suck at it, and I know sometimes I do. But I do it because I like it as an avenue to express myself. I do it to keep my mind sharp and think about stuff. Sometimes I think about Stuff I think I need, but really, I made it this far without whatever it is that I am thinking about, so I am pretty sure I don’t need any of it anyways. The best example of this is a boat, I so need a boat, and really the LAST thing I need is a boat.
Most of my blogging so far, has been stuff that I think is kind of funny, but sometimes, like right now in this very post I can use it as an avenue to reflect. You know why? Because it’s My blog that’s why, and I can do what I need to do and write what I want to write about, and its just a little part of me. Don’t get me wrong, on this either, I totally love that my hit counter has been growing as I go along, and I love that I am somewhere, creating something that people waste there time at reading while at work, instead of doing whatever there job is. Midwesterner in New York and Zombie fights Shark did that for me, and they still do. But now I can pass it on.
day I hope to have a large enough readership to have my own haters.
I do it to stay close to my friends that don’t live here in Miami. Really, that’s the reason I started it, I waited till it had some legs to it before I really told anyone in the real world, but truth be told that was my biggest reason. I do it to keep in contact with them. There is Mr. and Mrs Cuban and the Quick draw brothers as well as Superman, the Vacuum and Huizenga. There are so many others that I haven’t given secret Blog identities to and I don’t want to go into all that, but some of them I went to College with, and some have had their own posts where I fuck with them about how much Women's college Basketball they know about. This just in to his Sisters: He would have called you tonight, but LSU is playing Carolina in the Final Four.
Never mind, there is no time to get into all of our problems, and this isn't the place. And you and I, we have some serious business together to raise those kids as best we can, with the issues we have. So just remember, I am sorry.
I have met some wonderful bloggers that live throughout the country because of this new hobby of mine. My Man Brian in MPLS is smart and witty, and he reminds me of a younger me. Same thing with the Native Minnow, although he cuts frogs and worms open for a living, and that’s pretty gross. Didn’t he see my post about what the Japanese are doing with See through frogs? I think all Biologist should be working on this angle. The world NEEDS see through frogs.
Phoenix Hearse lives a pretty awesome life and she will tell you about it in her blog if you will just read it. She is witty and smart and things she sees are really kind of amusing. The Hedonist is my first Bulldog friend, and I understand she is not a friend, she is just like the rest of them. They are people I don’t know who don’t know me, but whom I personally kind of admire for their ability to write a witty and amusing blog that touches me on some level and those levels are different, both across the blogs and within their own blogs from post to post. Some Cranky Guy is also a good read, and South Florida Daily Blog is truly awesome. Sailor Moon doesnt post as much, but when she does, she also makes me laugh. I am still trying to work off that pesky midget.
I appreciate what they do in putting it out there and they are the types of people that if we knew each other in the real world I do think we would be friends. I leave you on this. My world has changed over the past year. During the last twelve months I no longer work at the job I had for nine years. I no longer live with my wife and kids. My mom died, my dog died, I am going through a divorce, I cant seem to pitch a softball for strikes anymore to save my life. Angelina Jolie Never calls, they still cut open frogs even though the Japanese have made a super frog with see through skin, and through all of this, I would say the happiest I have been in a long time is right now. Here is to the past quarter. Hope the next quarter rock and rolls as well.