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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I’ll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you’re wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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12 of 12: December 2009

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

I was a bit stunned to realize that it’s December already!  Winter has moved in somewhat, as evidenced by the blizzard we got a week ago down here in the ATX, but listening to NPR, I was shocked by the realization that it’s only been a year since Bernard Madoff entered the lexicon – indeed, it’s only been a year since the word “bailout” was introduced as well.

Does that mean it’s been a long year?  Or a short one?

This is my 11th 12 of 12 for the year—my perfect record was ruined because I didn’t manage to do one in October (it would, frankly, have sent me ‘round the bend).  Bah.

9:41 am: Coffee

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Cafe Yaucono, imported personally by yours truly from Puerto Rico, where they know what coffee is supposed to taste like.  (I brought back five pounds of the stuff and vacuum packed it).  Cafe Yaucono was chosen as the unanimous favorite by five out of five supermarket employees quizzed by yours truly as they walked by and were asked, “Cual de estos cafes es lo mejor?”

10:20 am: Time to make the jelly

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As I lamented the other day, shortly before the hard freeze that hit last weekend, I ran out to salvage what was left of the crop off of the chili and pepper plants that started to produce again in October.  What this did was stick me with a half pound of habanero chilis, which are ridiculously hot – most salsas that use them call for half a chili, whereas I had over 30 to do something with. While I like to make my own salsa, the prospect of using all thirty up half a chili at a time was not one that I found attractive.

My Facebook pal Claire – haven’t seen her since high school, but that’s the beauty of Facebook – found a solution online in the form of a recipe for cranberry habanero jelly.  Over the years, one of the taste combinations that I’ve grown to love is spicy/sweet.  Not coincidentally, I’m a big fan of the locally produced raspberry-chipotle sauce, and its cousins that combine mango, ginger and habaneros, and peaches and habaneros.  Problem is, when peach season hit (and it hits nicely in the Texas Hill Country – you can buy a bushel at a roadside stand very cheaply), I had no habaneros.  Now that I have habaneros, the peaches are out of season.  Cranberries are a nice, seasonal alternate.

10:58 am: Simmer down now

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Admit it.  You’ve always wanted to see what a slurry of 3 cups of white vinegar, two cups of seeded, diced habaneros, three cups of diced red bell pepper, and a cup each of fresh and dried cranberries looks like when it’s simmering in a pot.

11:11 am: My Smart Stick is Smarter than your Disco Stick

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I don’t use my immersion blender nearly enough.  This was right before I added the 14 cups of sugar.

11:30 am: A Wet Dog is an Unhappy Dog

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I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Mocha hates water and getting wet.  But she smelled, so it was time for a bath, which involved much sulking.

11:57 am: An Unhappy Dog is a Sulky Dog

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Not to toot my own horn, but this may be the best photo I’ve ever taken of Mocha.

12:17 pm: The haul

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Back at the stove, with the fruit pectin mixed in and the jelly all ladled out into individual jars.  It’s heavy on the spicy, that’s for sure.  I bought a bunch of small jars that will be used as office gifts.

12:54 pm: Boil, dammit

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It took forever for the water to come to a boil so that I could start sealing the jars.  What they say about watched pots is true.

3:20 pm: Can we go now?

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Lunch and a couple of shows on the DVR later, Mocha starts getting a little restless because it’s time for her W-A-L-K, and she’s not going to let us forget it.

7:51 pm: At the Cajun Christmas Party

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Ray’s coworker Elisa throws a Cajun Christmas party every year, ‘cos she’s a born and bred Louisiana girl.  And let’s be honest: Etouffe is just another way of saying “in lots of butter.”  There’s absolutely no bad there.

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For much of the evening, I was seated in front of the rum cake and other desserts.  I was very good … although the yogurt coated pretzels did prove to be my weakness.  Whatevs.  I just won’t eat tomorrow.

10:07 pm: Homeward Bound

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I don’t know why it is that I like playing with long exposures when I’ve been drinking (this one was a 2 second exposure … and, no, I wasn’t driving – give me some credit), but I do.  I think it matches my state of mind.

And that was MY 12th.  How was yours?

LiveBlogging the Great Blizzard of 2009

Friday, December 4th, 2009

Given the extensive coverage the topic has received in major international outlets such as the Austin American-Statesman and KUT-FM radio, I’m sure that you are all aware of the impending blizzard that is set to descend upon the ATX later this morning (assuming the weathermen didn’t get it wrong, again).  In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, here’s the skinny: there is a 60% chance that we may receive up to an inch of snow today.

Naturally, this news has caused panic among some weaker willed individuals.  The University of Texas, for example, felt compelled to issue a pre-emptive notice yesterday afternoon reminding everyone that classes had not yet been canceled, but urged us to check the University’s emergency line before proceeding to work tomorrow for the latest updates.

As you know, here at ROHK we strive for journalistic and culinary excellence of a higher standard, and so, I am sacrificing my own well-being to bring you the latest news about the event that I am sure will be recorded in the annals of history as The Great Blizzard of 2009.

Do check back regularly for updates.

Friday, December 4, 2009

6:10 am: Wake up, get dressed.  In honor of the impending cold snap, I search for a clean sweater, and eventually discover one that my parents bought me for Christmas some years ago.  It was clearly purchased before they moved to Texas because, even before I lost the 10 pounds, it was still at least one size too large and makes me look like a mustard colored burlap sack.  However, today we are going with function above form, following the trend set by world-famous survivalist Jake Gyllenehaal in the documentary film The Day After Tomorrow:

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See?  If Jake can sport an outfit that reveals no muscle definition whatsoever, so can I.

6:54 am: Sitting outside of Beverly’s house.  It takes her longer than usual to come out to get in the car this morning, because she is clearly working up the nerve to set forth in the malstrøm and dodge the sunbeams that are beginning to fall outside.

7:10 am: Realizing that I am driving too fast for conditions, I reduce my speed to 72 miles per hour (114 km/h).  This adds at least 2 minutes to my commuting time this morning, but it’s important to drive safe!  Arrive alive!

7:26 am: Walking from the garage to campus.  It is chilly this morning.  The guy who’s not homeless but wants everyone to think he is who usually sets up behind Einstein’s Bagels is nowhere to be seen.  I hope that he has managed to find a shelter for the not-homeless-but-wanting-others-to-think-they-are.

7:35 am: In the office.  It was a tough last sprint across the West Mall to my building, what with the grounds services golf carts whizzing by, but I did make it here.  Lisa has already begun prepping for the cold weather by cleaning out the oven, which has been left a mess by a previous user/staff member.  This is very wise of her — clearly we may need the electric stove as a heating device if the power goes out once the deluge has begun.

7:55 am: Typing these words.  Outside the window, I can see that it is cloudy.  This is clearly a very bad sign — much worse than it has been on every other cloudy day this week.

8:15 am: The men with the leafblowers are out in the pass-through between my building and the next (which once served as the setting for Café d’Amour in the first Spy Kids movie).  Clearly they have been apprised of the danger that can result from snow falling on top of leaves.  I’m not sure what it is, myself, but as landscaping professionals, it’s their job to know these things.

8:28 am: Discover that emergency provisions are already stocked in the front office: two bags of Chips Ahoy™ and one of Pecan Sandies™.  Skeptics may suggest that they are, in fact, left over from Professor E’s final-class-of-the-year celebration yesterday, but that’s just crazy talk.  Lisa continues preparation of baked goods for this afternoon’s Survivalist Training/Birthday Celebration.

9:14 am: Correction: Provisions are one bag of Chips Ahoy™ and two bags of Pecan Sandies™.  Please make a note of this. This is, of course, in addition to the banana bread that Lisa has made, along with the molasses cookies that are apparently on schedule to be made at noon.

Looking out the office window, I can see that we now have a lower cloud cover than we did earlier.  Possibly this is due to the impending snow.  Possibly this is due to the arrival of the alien/Snuggie™ vanguard that I described in yesterday’s post.  Will investigate further.

The Statesman is reporting that “some” snow flurries have been seen in some parts of Central Texas, and that San Antonio may see a light dusting.  I shall keep the brave people of San Antonio in my prayers.

9:28 am: Discover that #Austinsnow is now being hashed on Twitter.  I have to join Twitter to do this, but the feed is too damned amusing not to share:


10:07 am: Take a break from perusing postings about the first harbingers of wintery doom–is Skol preparing to eat the sun and invoke the long winter known as Fimbulvetr?–to notice that the clouds are looking far more sinister now than they did an hour ago.  At least a five on the Scale of Sinistry, up from a four and a half.

Kim suggests that the gravity of the situation requires that the word “aught” be worked into the title, and that we should refer to this as the “Great Blizzard of Aught-Nine.”  What say you?

10:15 am: Realize that I left my iPod in my car.  In the movies, the guy who goes back for something never, ever lives until the end.  (Well, except in the Final Destination movies, but then Death spends the whole movie trying to catch up.)  Not falling for it.  Take that, Law of Murphy!

11:13 am: Fear not, dear readers!  I remain as fervently committed to bringing you updates as they develop.

It has transpired that one of the bags of Pecan Sandies™ has been devoured by inconsiderate coworkers who do not realize the strategic value that they will play in our survival should the worst be realized and we become stranded in the building.  An investigation with possible court martial is under way.

According to #Austinsnow, the earlier rogue flakes have abated.  We remain poised for a resurgence.

It is very cold in my office.  Am contemplating putting on gloves.

11:32 am: Confirm with Ray that he made it to work safely.  Breathe sigh of relief.

11:47 am: Cabin fever has clearly set in amongst the staff.  Food is being anthropomorphised:

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Also, the Chips Ahoy™ are stale.  We will put them on the back burner for now.

12:12 pm: Hearing Christmas carols being sung on the West Mall.  Assume there’s irony involved in any song mentioning snow.  The Statesman is now claiming that the snow is “on the way,” downgraded from the “it’s already falling” that we got earlier.

Am off to dodge air molecules on the way to find lunch.  Pray for me.

12:26 pm: Back from acquiring food.  Bitter cold, grey skies, no snow.

There was, however, a young man in front of Goldsmith Hall wearing what is either a very large paper boat or a paper papal hat on his head.  Not sure what the purpose is, other than to make people stop and stare.  Which we did.

12:37 pm: Have met the first person today who claims to have seen at least several snowflakes.  There is much praising of his survival instincts.  He has clearly suffered emotional trauma (but not enough to get me to cancel the panel presentation in 23 minutes in which he is supposed to deliver a talk in Persian).

12:53 pm: Ray calls to tell me that it is “snowing heavily” in Round Rock.  The office moves to Defcom 2 in preparation for the snow to begin falling.

12:57 pm: SNOW!!!!!!  There’s at least 15 flakes out there.

1:05 pm: Photographic evidence that the onslaught has begun:

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It’s kind of hard to see, but you can definitely tell if you look under the trees.  There’s a small possibility that some of it’s dust on the window that I shot through, but some of it is definitely snow flakes.

1:47 pm: And now the sun’s out.

1:51 pm: The Statesman is now reporting that winter weather advisory that had been issued for today … has been canceled.

I didn’t even get to go out in it: I’m trapped in my office because there’s a lecture going on outside.  Poop.  On the other hand, it’s a nice sunny day now!  And I left my sunglasses at home.

2:43 pm: My journalistic efforts have been foiled by the final presentations of one of the Persian classes going on in the room outside my office, however, I assure you, I will continue to cover the story until my last breath.  Or until it’s time to go home for the day, one or the other.

2:56 pm: BREAKING NEWS: the baked goods that have been added to the stockpile of supplies in the office include banana bread, chocolate ginger cookies, and both Irish and English breakfast tea.

I have learned from this blizzard that the primary difference between Irish and English breakfast tea is that the former is caffeinated, the latter is not.  (At least, that’s according to the HEB in-store brand — I can’t help thinking that’s not actually correct, but I’m not a tea-o-phile, so can not confirm.)

I have also learned that the air filter on the LCD projector needs to be changed.  I didn’t know it had an air filter and that it could be changed.  Things our sales reps forgot to tell us.  I wonder if this will affect the quality of the breathable oxygen in the event that we become trapped up here.  There are at least two clouds that I don’t like the look of visible from where I’m sitting right now, and that’s before I turn my head too much.  I have a feeling this isn’t over yet, dagnabbit.

3:36 pm: I am startled to see that there is ice buildup on the roof of Goldsmith Hall, which I can see from my office window.  It’s blue and shimmery and … oh, wait.  It’s someone’s jacket.  In fact, now that I look at the photo I took at 1:05, I can see that it was there then, too.

Never mind.

4:07 pm: Whoa!  I’ve gone viral — 600 hits in the past two hours.  Who knew?  The pressure’s on!  (OK, I know I’m supposed to be all Ocean’s 11-style cool and act like this is so <yawn> boring, but I’m just a touch too neurotic for that).

In weather related news, we’re holding at 39 degrees F / 3 degrees C with bright, practically cloudless skies.  I do so hope that the roads have been plowed and salted before I head home–I’d hate to drive in unsafe conditions.  My palms get a little sweaty just thinking about it.

4:23 pm: Time to start powering things down and head out into the wilds.  I shall check in again once I have arrived in the wilds of Round Rock, across the moors of Pflugerville and the towering craggy peaks of Tarrytown.

Stay strong, fellow commuters!  Man shall always persevere over Mother Nature.  (I mean, just look at the Domain.)

4:35 pm: On leaving the building, I see the measures that my fellow Austinites have gone to in order to protect themselves from the blustery weather.  One young fellow is wearing a dark suit, but has elected for the protection of white athletic socks.  Clearly, desperate times call for desperate measures.  Later, I will see another young man so affected by the cold weather that he has had to pull his boardshorts down in order to cover his mid-calf, exposing a considerable amount of plaid boxer short above the waistline.  I feel for him.

4:50 pm: Apparently, the snow has caused a short circuit in the gate at the parking garage.  One poor woman sits there with a line of cars behind her, and is finally forced to back up and go to the pay station in order to make her ticket work.  It’s very sad that such desperate measures need to be taken in order to complete such mundane tasks.

5:02 pm: MoPac expressway.  Cars moving much slower than the posted speed limit.  Possibly due to the weather.  I can think of no other reason why traffic heading north out of Austin would be moving so slowly at 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, especially the weekend before the Red River Shootout in Dallas.  It just boggles the mind.

5:35 pm: I  arrive home and begin searching for things to cover the plants in order to protect them from tonight’s deep freeze.  I now have a basket full of habanero peppers (seriously, what am I going to do with so many habaneros?  I might have to make salsa for the office Chrismukkah gifts.  But, oh no, I’ve said too much.

5:45 pm: I send Ray out to Home Depot so that I can wrap the Christmas gifts that came in the mail today.  I hope they didn’t get wet.

6:03 pm: Gifts wrapped, Ray happily off at Home Depot, I sit in front of the television, open my laptop, and blog this, the last of my updates.  At 6 pm, the winter weather advisory has expired, and I, for one, am considering myself very lucky–very lucky indeed–to have managed to survive the Great Blizzard of 2009.

LiveBlogging has now ended.  Please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.  Don’t forget to search under the seat in front and in the overhead bins of you for any belongings you may have brought on board, and have a nice day in town, or wherever your final destination may be.  Drive safe!

Reality Check

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

One of my friends on that dreaded social networking site has, of late, begun posting status updates written from the point of view of a stuffed toy.  “Teddy thinks that Joanne has had a long day and deserves to veg in front of the TV!” or “Teddy is happy that all of Joanne’s prayers have been answered!  Thank you, Jesus!”  (Joanne’s a bit religious, you see.)

Facebook has started to lose me of late.  To begin with, I do not like the fact that my intro page is now covered in the results of quizzes, gifts, Easter eggs, and other ridiculous minutiae from friends.  I have one friend that clearly needs an intervention, because if I have to find out which model Stormtrooper best represents him … again … we may form our own private lynch mob.  Nor do I particulalry like that my available resource is now only to block the friend from my newsfeed altogether, rather than simply electing to see less of this person or ask not to see updates generated by a particular application.

And don’t get me wrong.  I have cut people out of my newsfeed entirely.

However, the introduction of the voice in the back of your head is entirely new and terrifying.  I wonder what next we’re going to learn about Joanne from Teddy:

“Teddy thinks Joanne’s new haircut makes her look like a slut.”
“Teddy thinks Joanne is having a fat day.”
“Teddy bets Joanne doesn’t know that she’s got cellulite on the back of her thighs!”
“Teddy’s praying to Jesus because what Joanne and her boyfriend did last night is a big sin!”
“Joanne thinks that Teddy doesn’t know she’s got a ziploc full of weed stashed in the toilet tank, but she’s wrong!”
“It’s a good thing that Teddy can’t talk, because he would have told the police officer that Joanne’s boyfriend really didn’t tell her that he was going to visit his mother and that he’s actually providing fertilizer for the tomato plants….”

Stephen King better not steal this for his next novel.

If you’re just about Facebook-ed out, watch this:

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And don’t forget to join the group “Timmy Gordon’s a Real Wet Blanket” afterward!

Pitfalls

Monday, February 9th, 2009

And so it came to pass that we were sitting at dinner the other night when my partner of eight-and-a-half years casually looked across the table and asked the question that brings at least one half of every couple to a point of sheer and utter panic each and every year:

“So, what are you planning for Valentine’s Day?”

Deer in the headlights look.

“Um … what would you like to do on Valentine’s Day?”

This is the response of partners and spouses everywhere. Let me explain why this reflexive response is very, very bad. First, it just goes to confirm that you haven’t actually made plans yourself. Second, it confirms that you haven’t thought of anything on your own. Third, it attempts to put the onus on the other person, which is really lame to do, particularly when the other person has been clever enough to put the onus on you. You snoozed, you lost. Deal with it. Later. On your own. When no one can see the sweating.

Then, of course, comes the following response, which is dreaded by partners and spouses everywhere: “Whatever you’d like to do. I mean, we don’t actually have to do anything.”

Warning: This is a trap. Selecting the “we don’t have to do anything” option is very, very bad.

As beads of sweat begin to form: “Well, I have some ideas … ”

As a general rule, I’m not a huge follower of the greeting card holidays. Ray is, however, and he tends to express absolute horror when I suggest that a phone call will suffice on Mother’s Day or Father’s Day. “That’s not enough!” he’ll exclaim, and then he’ll point out gifts that are usually about 500% more expensive than I was considering (for all the grief that I give Ray about it, I’m one cheap motherfucker myself).

Which brings us back to Valentine’s Day. I suppose it’s only fitting, given that we didn’t do much for our anniversary. Well, we didn’t actually do anything for our anniversary. It had something to do with the Montezuma’s revenge I brought back from Mexico and my not wanting to look at food.

As for the night sweats, in fact, I do have ideas. I also suspect that they’re going to get blown out of the water in about an hour when the restaurants open for lunch and haughty maitre’ds begin laughing at me hysterically when I ask if they have open reservation times for Saturday night. To my surprise, they didn’t. However, I’m going to keep the final arrangement secret. Bwa ha ha!!

And sweetie? You’re in charge of anniversary plans this year …

eGads

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

It’s been a busy second day of January, 2009.  There are many errands to run, laundry to do, and a house to deChristmasify.  I usually take down all the Christmas decorations on New Year’s Day but … well, there was a lot of sleeping on New Year’s Day.  Has something to do with New Year’s Eve.  I’ll let you fill in the blanks *innocent look.*  About the most active we got was taking the dog to the park, which we did mainly because she gets to run around and play and we can just sit there.

Ray and I ran some errands this afternoon.  On Monday, the two of us, along with my parents, are off to Seoul, Korea, to visit my brother and sister-in-law.  In addition to the usual pre-travel chores (hit the trial sized section of the SprawlMart to gather various and sundry toiletries in 3 ounce-or-less sizes), we have been invited to one of my brother’s friend’s daughter’s birthday party (got all that)?  She’s going to be one … which I think in Korea means she’s actually two … and it’s a huge deal.  In other words, gifts are expected.

I have to admit that I do not have the full range of gay genes.  I enjoy the fine food and wine.  I’m picky and choosy and a bit of a snob about certain things (wine does not come in a box).  I’ve been known to enjoy show tunes.  I have a decent sense of style (mostly expressed in disapproval of other peoples style).

I do not, however, possess the shop-till-you-drop gene (third world markets are an exception), and I find myself at my most fish-out-of-waterish when I am in the presence of things that can be described using one or more of the following words: “cute,” “precious,” and/or “darling.”  Hence, buying a birthday present for a female toddler?  Not exactly something I’m cut out for.

Ray provided the solution–we bought her a board game: Chutes and Ladders.  Yeah, it’s a little above her age, but what can you get for a toddler that she won’t outgrow in a few months?  Everyone remembers this game from their childhood when they were coveting their female playmates’ things, right?  It was surprisingly inexpensive, and we bought wrapping paper.  The decision now is whether to wrap it before we go or just put the roll in the suitcase and wrap it there.  “Either way,” I told Ray, “it’s going in your suitcase.”  (I still hold the title of “Man most likely to have been strip searched before getting on this plane.”)

So … then we went to checkout.

I have an unparalleled talent for picking the absolute slowest lane in the store, without fail.  What’s interesting about this is that I also have a knack for picking the shortest lane in the store, and I’ve recently decided to start taking detailed notes about how lines can be both short and incredibly slow.

The other day, Ray and I were at Sam’s Club (yeah, I know.  Shut up.) to pick up supplies for a party that a friend had asked us to get.  We had exactly one item.  Ray was looking at something, and I got into the express lane behind two other people.  One of them had one single item, the other had two.

Naturally, the first lady decided to pay by check, a process that makes getting into the United States (especially when you’re me) look easy.  I also don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone take that long to write a check in my life – I’m not sure if she was writing it out in Copperplate script or something, but she just kept writing … and writing … and writing.

The next lady, who had a Sam’s Club membership … in her own name … didn’t know that you have to pay cash, debit, or with a MasterCard at Sam’s.  She only had an American Express card.  This was a lengthy, lengthy discussion, which eventually ended with her friend pulling out … you guessed it!  Her checkbook.

All told, it took close to ten minutes for us to get through the express lane.

Today, I got in line behind a man with one item.  As we walked up to the register behind him, the cashier was finishing up with her previous transaction, and seemed to be wildly preoccupied with little pieces of paper on her workstation onto which she was writing random numbers.  She was also carrying on a lengthy conversation.  With herself.

I must give the guy in front of us credit — he was very smooth.  He said, calmly and a little louder than the situation required, “Good afternoon, ma’am.  How are you today?”

She kept messing with the slips of paper and talking to herself.  Finally, a full thirty seconds later, she looked up and, as if seeing him for the first time, exclaimed, “Hello!  Just the one item?”

At this point, I started to giggle a little bit, just because … well, my luck is just that good!

Anyway.  I hope you had a relaxing New Year’s, and may all your checkout lines be short and speedy!

 

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