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Fred wrote:

klsallee wrote:

Natural peanut butter is no more sweet than peanuts themselves.

You should see how the factories make the stuff.
I worked at a processing plant for some years so I strongly suggest you don't eat the stuff at all.

One can simply make natural peanut butter at home. Raw peanuts and a food processor. It is not difficult.

fidobsa wrote:

klsallee wrote:

If any peanut butter tastes sweet it is usually because the manufacturer added sugar. And I agree, that is wrong to do.

Natural peanut butter is no more sweet than peanuts themselves. A raw, natural peanut has about 3% of its weight as naturally occurring sugars in the nut itself.

Add sugar and salt to taste:
http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Peanut-Butter

Sighs.... in cooking "to taste" means it is an optional action based on your personal "taste". So if you do not like sweet peanut butter.... don't add any sugar. I do not even add salt.

Better recipe: https://www.diynatural.com/homemade-peanut-butter/ 

There is no need to put in salt or sugar or anything else into peanut butter if you do not want to.

SueinHullUK wrote:

fluffy2560
Can I raise you a "Hull". 

Very cheap housing, lots of drug related crime, vandalism, arson, thefts and regular anti-social behaviour!  Police like using their tasers!  After all we are City of Culture 2017!!!     Oh yes but we DO have an ACE music scene!

Wasn't me, twas Fred  who threw Hull into it.

Not even sure about the meaning of Hull or other run town UK towns. Suppose it is like referring to Compton or another E. LA. ghetto.
I actually spent a good 24 hours as ateenager with my friend as the guest of our sweet  old black"uncle". This was in 1972.
We were hitching a ride from Hollywood, Ca. to my mothers house a good hour away. A elderly black man and his little grandson picked us up and drove us all the way to my mother's door.
So nice, he gave us his phone number in case we ever needed a ride or anything.
Weeks went by and we called him up just to say hi. He invited us to his home for a family dinner with his adult kids.
We being 2 pre-punk dressed girls, more like in the style of Ziggy Stardust and him just a nice old "uncle" type guy got allot of stares in the car while driving to his home.
Spent 24 hours in E. La as the only 2 white faces around.
It was an experience in some ways, makes you understand how being a minority person could feel like.
Another time in Hilo I was shopping alone in a store. Got a quick look at myself in the overhead mirror, almost jumped out of my own skin, thought, who is that pale faced skinny thing, it was me. I was the only non Asian in the store and felt very odd, I looked sickly in my own mind. Just makes one understand  how difficult it can be to be a minority at times.
Totally off topic , just reading about low income neighborhoods made me remember.
Oh, yes we did lose contact with our "uncle" I won't get into it but yes, he tried to get fresh once, had to say adios...

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Not even sure about the meaning of Hull or other run town UK towns. Suppose it is like referring to Compton or another E. LA. ghetto....

I don't know much about Compton or LA but I doubt it's even half as dangerous in Hull or Grimethorpe etc.  No-one is armed (for the most part) and not particularly racially segregated. Most of these places are just run down, post-industrial towns without much of a purpose and looking to re-invent themselves.  Some of them are iconic like Newcastle and some are economically depressed areas of the North East, covered in chemical factories.  Government is trying to boost investment but there's a massive difference between the North East of the UK and the South East.

If you want to get a view on what the North East was like in the 1960s, watch the original film, "Get Carter" with Michael Caine.  Some "lovely" views of the place and a classic British gangster film as well.  In fact, I'd rate it as one of the best British movies of the century.

Want a film about the north of England? try "The full monty".

Fred.....totally agree, timeless and hilarious !

Fred wrote:

Want a film about the north of England? try "The full monty".

Nice one!  Forgot about that movie.

But it's not really North as in North East or North West, it's central as it's set in Sheffield.

I'm from Barnsley and that's north.

I really, really love all Michael caine films, he is fantastic.
I have seen many, many UK films. My older sisters first turned me on in the 1960's with the tv show from the UK, The Avengers with Emma Peel and John Steed.
If I can find an old UK romantic period piece film, then I am really over the moon.
I will say in Compton and E. LA, just about everyone and their mother is carrying a gun and not afraid to use it either.
Gosh, even my mother who was both a real lady and very, very st. wise carried a gun inside her bra, a little 2 shot gun for self protection.
I know my mom well, she had no issue with using it either, shoot first and ask questions later.

Fred wrote:

I'm from Barnsley and that's north.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. ....

...but it's not as far north as Leeds.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

I really, really love all Michael caine films, he is fantastic.
I have seen many, many UK films. My older sisters first turned me on in the 1960's with the tv show from the UK, The Avengers with Emma Peel and John Steed.
If I can find an old UK romantic period piece film, then I am really over the moon.
I will say in Compton and E. LA, just about everyone and their mother is carrying a gun and not afraid to use it either.
Gosh, even my mother who was both a real lady and very, very st. wise carried a gun inside her bra, a little 2 shot gun for self protection.
I know my mom well, she had no issue with using it either, shoot first and ask questions later.

UK has of course many classics.  Fully Monty has been mentioned.  I reckon The Long Good Friday is well worth a look.  Yet another classic British gangster flick.   The Avengers was weird.  Even better (weirder) was The Prisoner.  No-one knows what it was about and we never will.  Shame so few episodes were made.

Shame about the guns in the USA. I heard a large percentage of British police would leave the job if they were asked to carry guns routinely - that's despite all the police in Northern Ireland being armed (unusually for the UK).

Snatch.
This rather interesting gangster film was much ignored yet has more than a few interesting moments.
Between Boris the blade and bullet tooth Tony, the film is a winner .. especially if you like dags.

Fred wrote:

Snatch.
This rather interesting gangster film was much ignored yet has more than a few interesting moments.
Between Boris the blade and bullet tooth Tony, the film is a winner .. especially if you like dags.

Not that keen on ex-Mr Madonna's movies.   Workman like is about as high praise as I can muster.  Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels was reasonable.   But it's all formula with him.  Getting Brad Pitt on the job was pure commercialism.  But it's always the same kind of style.   

Now, Shaun of the Dead.  Brilliant.

fluffy2560 wrote:

Fred wrote:

I'm from Barnsley and that's north.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. ....

...but it's not as far north as Leeds.

Leeds is a hop skip and a jump up the M1 so not too far from Allah's own Barnsley, but it isn't really Yorkshire any more, more a mini London but with less of everything.
Folks dunt even talk propper up thea cos thev got posh uni accents.

As my native language is assumed to be English because my family have been there for around a thousand years, I have to hide my native tongue here as no bugger can understand a word I say if I use Barnsley. The smattering of old Norse in our language is confusing to most outside my home area.

"It's siling it darn" or "teeaming it darn" are two very examples of common phrases unintelligible to foo-oks wot int from round ere.

Fred wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

Fred wrote:

I'm from Barnsley and that's north.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. ....

...but it's not as far north as Leeds.

Leeds is a hop skip and a jump up the M1 so not too far from Allah's own Barnsley, but it isn't really Yorkshire any more, more a mini London but with less of everything.
Folks dunt even talk propper up thea cos thev got posh uni accents.

As my native language is assumed to be English because my family have been there for around a thousand years, I have to hide my native tongue here as no bugger can understand a word I say if I use Barnsley. The smattering of old Norse in our language is confusing to most outside my home area.

"It's siling it darn" or "teeaming it darn" are two very examples of common phrases unintelligible to foo-oks wot int from round ere.

Well I never, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.  It's all reet grand.  Who'd hav thawt it.   Me mam comes from't Ossett me Nanna wer from't Leeds.  Ossett is not exactly Leeds but still north o' Barnsley.

Ossett is part of the West Riding, near a proper city (Wakefield) and they talk propper like wot I does.

Fred wrote:

Ossett is part of the West Riding, near a proper city (Wakefield) and they talk propper like wot I does.

Aye, 'tis lad.

Oh, accents.
We have the same thing going on in the US.
We were born east coast, Conn." Caar" not car, "quaata "not quarter, "saupper" not dinner "waada" not water, it goes on.
When we moved to Cal. my mother was looking to buy herself a new "handbag" this was in 1959. Not many east coast people were willing to uproot themselves and move to Cal at that time, at least not people with 4 kids. She went to the shop to find a handbag and no one knew what she was talking about, they were called Purse in Cal.
So many words and phrases were not heard in Cal back then, my mom was very homesick for Conn. for the longest time because she felt she had moved to another country not another state.
My eldest sister lived in London for over 10 years, most of her friends were Irish or Welsh, her husband was Welsh, she worked for a "posh" news station where everyone she worked with was "someone" even if only in their own minds.
She picked up the oddest sort of accent living there for a decade, came home to visit us and all we could do was tell her stop the BS, and stop trying to put everyone on. It was almost like Madonna with her fake UK accent, just made us mad.
I did love how my father never lost his old style "east coast punk" way of saying ,"Yous guys" sounded like a Jersey gangsta, as far as I know he never even lived in New Jersey.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

...... It was almost like Madonna with her fake UK accent, just made us mad.
I did love how my father never lost his old style "east coast punk" way of saying ,"Yous guys" sounded like a Jersey gangsta, as far as I know he never even lived in New Jersey.

That Madonna accent was just weird.  Plenty of North American actors lived in the UK for years and years and never lost their accents so it's just her trying to be ethnic for credibility. 

Some of the more interesting actors in the UK were Sam Wanamaker and Ed Bishop, Clarke Peters, Shane Rimmer and a few others.   Never seem to be without work (although two in my list are dead).

I will have to look up those actors and see some of their work.
I am not sure about the whole "Hollywood" industry.
Some real nutters in that field, very odd people get into acting.
My cousin was a child actor, started in some films as a baby up until he had an accident around age 9  or 10 .
His first film was some sort of women's prison film, guess one of the inmates was pregnant and had her baby while locked up, my cuz played the baby.
He was accidentally kicked in the head by his older brother while he was playing outside. His bro jumped over a hedge not knowing his younger bro was sitting there playing, he just was not the same after his head injury. Sad story really, he shot himself in the head in my aunties living room when he was 21. Just got down on himself because he couldn't do things like he could before his injury, started taking drugs etc. It pretty much did my auntie in, she was the one to find him on the couch. She kept his room the same old way etc. your classic tale of woe and loss.
We never saw her after that, she just got all inwards and weird.
I recently looked online at one of the old Disney films where he was in a group shot of other children, stood out with his bright blonde hair and cute little face...Was perhaps around 6 in the film.
Of course my aunt lost all her connections in the industry after his injury, it was her "thing" to show off about my cuz.

Really don't wish to be a "bummer" but my cousin was not the only one we knew who had a head injury and shot themselves in the head in their parents living room.
My younger brothers best friend did that, he had just married and had his baby too.
He was a nice if a bit on the wild side kind of guy, reminded us of the "Fonz" from Happy Days, sort of a greaser type guy, just a decade or so behind with his biker image and slicked back hair.
He was sweet though, always over our mom's house and always flirting with us older sisters.
He was riding his motorbike without a helmet ( no law in force at that time in Cal) sitting at a red light when some jerk hit him hard from behind, he flew off his bike and hit his head hard on the concert divider.
I went to see him in hospital a couple weeks after his head surgery, shocking, his eyes were still rolling around in his head and he was on cloud 9. Had a steel plate put in his skull.
He seemed ok, after a year or so, slowed him down but he seemed alright enough, got married his baby was born then he shot himself in the head in her parents living room at age 21.
He is buried very close to my step-dad, he made a huge point of telling everyone he wanted to be buried right next to my step-dad who had died just a month or so before our friend took his own life, guess he had it planned.
Who needs a Hollywood script when real life is so uncertain and unreal at times.

I do feel that some "stars" such as Madonna, Lady Gaga and a few others are just not really original and try far too hard to be "cool".
Wearing a meat dress like Ga-ga did, boring stuff really...
Used to know a guy, not even famous at all who used to put mannequin heads in his fridge just to freak out his house guests.
Now that was sort of funny at the time. No, he was not a Jeffery Dalmar type.
My niece just shelled out some bucks to see Gaga in concert soon, I didn't even respond to her message as of yet because in all honestly I want to tell her to try and get a refund.
Madonna is coming to Budapest soon, not interested at all.
Wonder if she will sell out or go bust here.
( no pun intended)

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jesperss wrote:

How does every single topic on this forum degrade into "this is off topic"  type posts and ramblings by Marilyn and kisallee that end up having nothing to do with the question asked?

A comment pointing out off topic comments is itself off topic**.

You are now an official member of the Mesonic Order of Offtopicers. Welcome. When in Hungary, come see me and I will teach you the secret handshake.

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Good advice, it's always so heartwarming when a "dweeb" who probably lives in their parents basement in corn country, picks a online fight with an old lady and a intelligent gentleman.
Sorry though, at times I do tend to have "too much personality" something I often forget some people do not have.
Not the first and hopefully not the last person to tell me my opinions were not wanted, the online thought police... Nice to be monitored by self appointed online "controllers".
Some people should be reminded that they, "shouldn't do drugs".
Went too far down the rabbit hole.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Good advice, it's always so heartwarming when a "dweeb" who probably lives in their parents basement in corn country, picks a online fight with an old lady and a intelligent gentleman....Went too far down the rabbit hole.

Personally I can rationalise adoption of  Dweebs lifestyle as that might not actually be the Dweebs fault.

But Trolls should be punished to an excess of their misdemeanours.

Neo went down the rabbit hole and look what it got him.

Once again, Expat.com interferes with my working day and my looming deadlines.  Unfortunately the other threads by Marilyn caused me to have a short Led Zepplin retrospective on YouTube.  Those fellas sure look very grizzled now.   This latest post is now causing me to look at fave bits of The Matrix.

We are now living in the Matrix, sort of cool to have our eyes opened up.
Led Zeppelin, still upset with my mom for not allowing me to see them with a huge group of friends when I was in school.
She usually allowed me to attend concerts with several friends, even was allowed to ride in a VW bus with my BFF( still my BFF) her bro, her boyfriend and about 8 of her bro's older buddies to see the Stones in concert. Still friends with one of her bro's buddies, nothing but pure friends, nice to know he is still happily married to his college GF. We FB once in awhile after all these years.
The silly news reports were telling all these paranoid parents all about how wild the Zep concerts were with everyone taking LSD.
Darn it, how did they know our secret plans??
I even told my mom shortly before she passed away a couple of things that I just couldn't forgive her for, not allowing me to the Zep concert was one of them, talk about me holding a grudge!!!
Saw them years later without Bonham in New Mexico, some reunion tour, still fantastic but not the same as being 17 and dropping acid with all your friends without a care in the world.
Seeing them in NM was interesting as well.
We sat directly behind a Native American group of people. The one guy was really wasted on something, he was huge, over 250lbs and tall, his lady was super tiny, short and thin. She was beating the heck out of him while the music was playing, she hit him so hard he fell over the seat and onto my poor thin proper Hungarian quiet husband's lap.
The look of confusion on my husband's face was priceless.
He was afraid to do anything, to touch the guy or stop the women from jumping over and pounding her man a bit more.
Of course we left our seats and moved to two free ones,now that concert was allot more dangerous then the one I wanted to go to in school.

fluffy2560 wrote:

Neo went down the rabbit hole and look what it got him.

It got him Trinity.

In latex. 

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

Neo went down the rabbit hole and look what it got him.

It got him Trinity.

In latex. 

You're right! 

But on the other hand he had to eat gunk, fight Agent Smith, dodge bullets, get shot at by robot squids.

Personally I thought Trinity was a very poor match for Neo.   They just didn't go together as a couple. I reckon she looked a lot older than him so an implausible affair in the middle of war.  I suppose he didn't have much choice on the hovercraft.

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fluffy2560 wrote:

diesels.... emissions can be controlled these days

True. But to meet EPA standards, that results in either a loss in performance, or needs additives like BlueTEC. And additives are an additional "burden" that many consumers will just not want -- making it a hard sell.

fluffy2560 wrote:

Euro standards

Are weaker than EPA requirements.

fluffy2560 wrote:

As for NFL, pffff....surely this has to be a joke.

I have never heard anyone talk about the NFL in Hungary either. But this seemed, from the comment, to be a "bar" thing. And I do not frequent bars much in Hungary -- so there is that.

Following sports or driving high performance cars was never in my mind when thinking of moving to Hungary.
Been there, did that ages ago.
Once my deceased sister was taken on a date to a auto race track. They gave you a couple hours of instruction and then you got to drive your own race car on the track.
She loved it.
Over the years we have had a few clunker cars and some really nice fast sports cars.
I never really care much about what I am driving as long as it isn't a eye sore and it runs. I figure one can only go just so fast on the highways anyways. The only time I got to open up my nice at the time Saab, fast enough for little ol' me anyways, was in the highways of New Mexico where not another car could be seen for miles.
Turned up the volume on the radio and hit the pedal, got a bit scared once the gauge read 110-112MPH.
That was fun enough for me, wild at heart and all.
My step- dad had a Harley Davidson motorbike in the 1960's. Sort of "different" in our very conservative neighborhood for him to have 3 motorbikes and wear a beard in the 60's.
That was thrilling to be 11 -12 years old and ride on the back all through the turning canyons in S. Calf.
My mom sort of put a stop to us riding with him in the canyons roads fast when she found out that once at night my 7 year old bro was on the back of the Harley and fell asleep. He had tucked his hands inside the belt of my step- dad's pants and was totally passed out sleeping .
That's a bit dangerous I'd say.
Parents had a big crash on that bike on  a sunny Sat. afternoon, not their fault at all, a car made a left turn as they were speeding down the lane fast.
They hit the air and came down hard, that was the end of all motorbiking in our family for years.
My step-dad's first cousin was a "Real club biker" in the 60's in Cal. and he bought the wrecked bike and turned into into a Chopper, that also was involved in a big crash.Think though some of those original Harley parts may be floating around though, rare and pricey now days.
When I first met my husband he had a tiny little Fiat sports car, I just loved it.
He sold it for nearly nothing to another HU guy who blew the engine up within days of owning it, really made me mad.
Husband sold that Fiat and came to pick me up for a date in his new 1970's Dodge Challenger, 5 on the floor, Special Edition model forgot something like a 360 engine whatever that is.
It was bright Purple in color, a real classic car now days.
That was a fast car in the right hands. Wow, he would pass every car on the road while going uphill, passed them all like they were standing still.
I really didn't enjoy all that speed much, not unless I am at the wheel myself.
Worst feeling in then world to be a passenger and to get car sick.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

..... tiny little Fiat sports car, I just loved it.
He sold it for nearly nothing to another HU guy who blew the engine up within days of owning it, really made me mad.
Husband sold that Fiat and came to pick me up for a date in his new 1970's Dodge Challenger, 5 on the floor, Special Edition model forgot something like a 360 engine whatever that is.....

360 would be the cubic inches - basically 5.9 litres.  That's one big lump of a big engine.  Typical gas guzzling engine of that era.  Compare that to cars today with the same kind of power but with less torque - 1.0 litre or 1.6 litre but definitely in the mainstream less than 3.0 litre for most cars now.   Power weight ratio probably higher in the smaller engines.

BTW, Fiat now own Chrysler so that means they own the Dodge brand, so that would be a Fiat or possibly a Lancia Challenger nowadays.  I've noticed Chrysler Voyagers badged as Lancia Voyagers at BUD airport.  They are being used as limos.

Speaking of Limo's...
When my 21 year old friend and I who was only 17 at the time, hitched a ride to a dance club," The Starwood" in Hollywood, Ca back in the early 70s.we got picked up by a huge black limo.
The driver told us he was Liza Minnelli's personal driver.
He had just dropped her off somewhere and thought it would be cool to give two strangely dressed young women a ride.
The cool thing was he drove right up to the front of the club, we knew the doorman, he was smart and played the game. The driver opened the door up for us , we got out and he escorted us to the front of the line and the doorman let us in like we were VIP's.
Funny stuff since between the two of us we don't even have one wooden nickel.
That club has long since been closed down, they had a bad habit of letting in too many minors, me included.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

That club has long since been closed down, they had a bad habit of letting in too many minors, me included.

That happened to the NUM in the UK, but they let in miners.

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

diesels.... emissions can be controlled these days

True. But to meet EPA standards, that results in either a loss in performance, or needs additives like BlueTEC. And additives are an additional "burden" that many consumers will just not want -- making it a hard sell.

I don't think loss of performance is mandatory.  On the other hand, if you don't put the BlueTec in, the car won't go at all - 100% loss of performance.  I am highly sceptical of this need. Seems to be hyped up by the industry.   And no, they don't want to pay for it.  However, there will be pressure to reduce taxes on these BlueTec cars and therefore creep them in and create the dependency.

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

Euro standards

Are weaker than EPA requirements.

I don't think they really are, they are just different.   The real anomaly is California.  My car has some stickers on bits of the vehicle that say "California" on them.  Never bothered checking any of those bits. 
On the other hand, I noticed in Germany I could get E85 (methanol/biofuel) in at the pump for my US car and it drives the same.  There's a book at the tankstelle and you can look up to see if you car is "ok" for E85 and my (ancient) US car was listed. Surprising.

BTW, there's a UNECE standard for car emissions which is (I believe) the basis  Europe and many other places the world further away. The US and Canada are notable exceptions (cf. protectionism). 

klsallee wrote:

I have never heard anyone talk about the NFL in Hungary either. But this seemed, from the comment, to be a "bar" thing. And I do not frequent bars much in Hungary -- so there is that.

I don't hang about in bars either - not ones in Hungary anyway.  I was in a bar last week and it had cricket on the TV.

Funny, miners!

Never been much of a bar fly, did all my drinking before I was of age.
Otherwise, what is the fun of it?
In High School, my school mates were all A students some had skipped a grade or 2.
My best mate, who just happened to share my BD was one of those straight A students. Always was into something that no one ever thought about reading, the Lost Continent of MU, Aztec culture,anything and everything off beat and new age.
The two of us came up with a plan, her home was liberal and she could get her hands on a few bottles of hard booze and her parents wouldn't even notice.
We moved all her school books into my locker and turned her locker into a bar!
We were 16 or so at the time, I met her when we were both 14 and nothing but crazy ever came of our friendship, good times always.
We used to enjoy a nice rum and coke at lunch time before our last few classes of the day.
All fun and games until we got caught by one of the lunch/ladies who walked around helping the school staff keep an eye on the kids.
She was a sweet little Mexican lady and she kept her mouth shut as long as we closed our bar down...
The same poor hard pressed lady had to deal with us another time during lunch when my same best mate was the first in our group to get her driving papers.
She came into school one day driving her mom's huge bright red convertible car, some huge American 70's model, a flashy car.
5 or so of us silly girls ran off campus and piled into that red car, we thought we could "sneak" away for the rest of the school day.
Like the school staff wouldn't notice that red car and us screaming because my silly friend hit the gas and drove all over the school lawn and sidewalks before hitting the street out of town. We had 4 or more staff running after the car as we speed off.
I can still see that little Mexican lady's face, the faces of the teachers as they were screaming and chasing after the car. We did a  really good job at "sneaking away".
Not sure what happened to my friend the next day because the cars had to be listed as students driving in the office, she got busted for sure. She once again had to walk to school with the rest of us after that wild ride.So funny now to think about it all, not sure why she drew all that attention to us that day.
My mother always felt off when I would hang with that friend, she said there was something off with that girl, of course it made me love her even more that parents didn't approve of her.
Sadly I found out a few years ago that she did herself in at age 33.
Even my husband met her once, we set her up on a blind date with a HU guy in Hollywood, another story and just about as crazy as the school tale.

My mate got expelled for stirring the beans in the staff and sixth form dining room.
Without mentioning the tool he used to stir them, it was his own tool so we didn't eat them that day.
No one warned the teachers so they did,
No idea who dropped him in it but he was very gone from school the next day.
I liked the lad but he did have a habit of getting into trouble, the last anyone heard of him is when he ran away from everything and everyone after some dodgy incident between a bookie and all the cash in the betting shop disappearing.
No one knew what actually happened but rumours were rife; some telling how he'd skipped the country, others how he was buried in a shallow grave.
Don't suppose I'll ever find out.