Because I do everything Jen does

and since we are fighting I have to do it better, I shall also be participating in BEDS.

Which officially starts tomorrow. But since there is a fairly decent chance that I will miss several days the first week because we don't have internet in the apartment, I'm starting early.

I'm using the Tom computers, because I'm internet deprived, I'm sure that Clem will come with me tomorrow, so I can set her up with hardcore anti-virus and other awesomesause computer-y things. I went to Youtube today for a second to change something, and I have SOOOOO many videos to watch, and were not getting internet until NEXT Wednesday. I'm sure that I can just pretend it's the 80's and do without for a bit.

I LOVE our apartment. We also have a kitten, named Neville (pics soon, like, when we get the internet in the apartment. I have mentioned we don't have internet yet? Well we don't).

I've been spending most of my time playing the sims or watching my roommates play sims, and watching movies.

I thought I had class at 10, but it turns out ot be at 1. Which is lame, but increases my internet time. OH how I have missed the internet. We also don't have cable, but the internet is far more important. I watch most of my TV on the internet. You can't just watch Family Ties and Spin City whenever anymore (I loves Youtube).

I miss my youtube friends. By youtube friends, I mean people I subscribe to that I say are my friends so I don't sound crazy when I talk about them (still sound crazy regardless of whether or not I try to tell people that Hank Green is actually my friend).

Oddly enough, last time I blogged everyday, I was putting together a play, as I and this time I am also putting together a play. Although this time the play isn't at the end of the month, it's in December, but I'll be casting this month.

We've had people over last night and we tried to move a couch. Remember that episode of friends when the guys try to move a large sofa? Well it was exactly like that. Only less Joey, and more annoyed boys. It was great!

I have more to talk about but Keith's here and I'm going to see her dorm room!

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because I brought a bagged lunch to school

The end of my summer vacation.

Last night was the last of the Stranger than Fiction shows. :(

They are so amazingly awesome that I think I'm going to create a new adjective for them, because amazingly awesome isn't good enough.

Before the show, High School English Teacher tweeted about how everyone should reserve tickets for the show. So all the groupies called me, since I'm clearly the head of the groupies, and from outside the place they perform whilst waiting in line, I called and reserved tickets.

I also bought a shower curtain, felt too much like an adult, so I tweeted about it to lessen the amount of adult I felt.

Anywayz, the show was so awesome. The theater was arranged oddly which lead to some awesome pictures that I'll post on facebook after I get my printer set up/Internet in the apartment.

During the show Georgie and I got serenaded by several of the members. I LOVED IT!!! Wellington sung about the two of us having his babies at the same time (working on it on the Sims.) and BP talked about how he was never going to return my marker that he stole in 2004. I loved everything about it!!

My favorite part of the show was High School English Teacher trying to guess lip stick during the vet game. It was so awkward. Who puts lipstick on a tapeworm anyway. And just so that you all know: Wal Mart bags and the Internet have nothing to do with broken hearts.

I also loved the meowing Guinea Pig named Marmalade.

I really wish I could explain the awesome, but its so awesome you just have to experience it. It's one of those you have to be there to get it things, but once you get it, it's magical.

Now my summer is un-officially over. I sadly happy about it. I mean I get to go back up to H2O-ville on Friday and be with my video game boys, but I leaving STF behind. There is show in two weeks in Boston, but that's not the same. It's not on a Tuesday.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because I'm almost done packing

Book survey (from hayleyghoover)

I stole this from http://hayleyghoover.blogspot.com

1. What author do you own the most books by?
JK Rowling 10, John Irving 9

2. What book do you own the most copies of?
A Prayer for Owen Meany (3)

3. Did it bother you that both those questions ended with prepositions?
Kind of, but only because I’m writing my answers in MS word and I find the green underlining a little annoying

4. What fictional character are you secretly in love with?
It’s not really a secret, but I am in love Fred Weasley.

5. What book have you read the most times in your life (excluding picture books read to children; i.e., Goodnight Moon does not count)?
I’ve read A Prayer for Owen Meany 8 times.

6. What was your favorite book when you were ten years old?
When I was 10 I was big into the Laura Ingles Wilder books

7. What is the worst book you've read in the past year?
I read Breaking Dawn.

8. What is the best book you've read in the past year?
I read Peeps and The Last Day’s by Scott Westerfeld. Amazing. Also, Looking for Alaska.

9. If you could force everyone you tagged to read one book, what would it be?
Since most of my friends are against reading books for Teenagers, I would force them to read Looking for Alaska, and A Prayer for Owen Meany.

10. What book would you most like to see made into a movie?
Movies have been ruining books since 1920. Movies based on books are always horrible

11. What book would you least like to see made into a movie?
I hold the same opinion to this question as the question above

12. Describe your weirdest dream involving a writer, book, or literary character.
I have really weird dreams involving the actual Novel A Prayer for Owen Meany, like the paperback novel. It mostly takes over the world.

13. What is the most lowbrow book you've read as an adult?
Going to have to go with Twilight because I am

14. What is the most difficult book you've ever read?
I can’t say that any of the books I’ve read have been challenging, although I did have a very hard time finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows after page 637.

15. What is the most obscure Shakespeare play you've seen?
I’ve only seen Much Ado About
Nothing and Romeo and Juliet on stage.

16. Do you prefer the French or the Russians?
If I have to pick between The Cherry Ochard and any other play ever, I’m going to with the French

17. Roth or Updike?
I’ve read more Updike, though not a big fan of either

18. David Sedaris or Dave Eggers?
I’ve read more Sedaris

19. Shakespeare, Milton, or Chaucer?
Shakespeare, there just isn’t anything better

20. Austen or Eliot?
Austen

21. What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?
I stopped reading my first year of college. I’ve made up for it recently.

22. What is your favorite novel?
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving

23. Play?
The Crucible. And by the Crucible, I mean Giles Cory.

24. Poem?
About the Author by my good friend Brittany (http://www.crayolawax.blogspot.com) it’s posted over there somewhere

25. Essay?
I read this amazing essay in my essay writing class, but I don’t remember who it was by or what it was about, but it was awesome.

26. Work of nonfiction?
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

27. Who is your favorite writer?
I’m going to say Maureen Johnson, because she is my girl crush

28. Who is the most overrated writer alive today?
Well, there is this person that wrote some books about vampires.

29. What is your desert island book?
I’m going to admit that I’ve somehow never read a book about a desert island. I’m sorry

30. And... what are you reading right now?
Pretties by Scott Westerfeld and Hemmingway’s The
Sun Also Rises.

Last day of Job

I just got back room my “last day of work dinner” with the rest of my department. And I have to say, it was a little depressing. Mostly because it was my last day, but also because this time last week, we were at another “last day of work dinner.”

I think that this weird, sad feeling will go away when I’m not sitting here very day waiting for an e-mail or an awkward 3 sentence conversation that consist of a completely ridiculous question, an obnoxious answer, and “Yeah, about that.”
(ex.
AG: Do you have an email address?
Me: No.
AG: Yeah, that was a stupid question.)
I think I just have to get used to change, and growing up. He’ll be back someday, I hope. There was just strange perfect-ness that happened. I think it’s a good thing when people on both sides of the relationship are weirded out equally by each other. I kind of feel you (stranger/Jen) get it.

I had this conversation with My Boss on Wednesday:
My Boss: “Do you think he’s left handed?”
Me: “No, he’s just doing that to mess with you.”
Almost the same, except she believed me for a minute and then asked the guy if he was creative.

(I had her abbreviated as MB, but I never want to see those letters next to each other ever again.)

I also decided that next fall I’m coming back here. I honestly really enjoyed it. I also feel I give My Boss a sense of normal, or someone who will listen to her complain. I will miss her about as much as AG. BUT I can, at least, visit her with her being my Dad’s best friend and all. And when I return next September, she’ll be here. Unless she goes completely insane, this is completely possible.

I know I won’t work here forever, since I’m going to become a famous author, and you blog reader, will be all “I used to read her blogs about how she missed that weird guy she worked with!” And when I leave here, hopefully I can make some intern just as depressed as I have been about AG, or, you know, have an awkward guy of my own. Although leaving a job because you’re famous is less awesome, or maybe just awesome in a different way, than why AG left.

I think that is enough self pity for one day. I’m making my video in response to JenJen’s video tomorrow. You do even know what you’re in for.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because it’s my last day, and I get to sleep in tomorrow. And it’s like The Who day for Edgar Allen Ipoe

well that's unfortunate

So this happened to me:

I was walking, well standing, in the Wal Mart parking lot yesterday talking to Georgie next to my car. When I went to get into my car, my left shoe stayed where it was. This is because the stickiest gum I have ever encountered.

It was so sticky that after I managed to get my shoe out of the gum and into my car, it stuck to the floor of my car, where it reminds, because now the gum is dry and glue like.

I posted all my STF pictures up on the F-Book yesterday. Within 10 minutes, The Buj tagged almost all of them. Which was kind of awesome. Mostly because I am not friends with him on the F-Book and until like 2 weeks ago, I didn’t think he was a fan of the Groupies. We are pretty ridiculous sometimes, but now he talks to me, and says my name some times. If you knew The Buj, I feel you would understand why this is weird. And the Buj just also posted a comment on my album. And I freaked out a little bit.

I went to lunch with my Dad and My Boss. We got Chinese food, and for some reason My Boss had never had Chinese food in restaurant before. Sometimes I love her even more than regular times.

My Women’s Day horoscope has been right 3 days in a row now, and it’s kind of freaking me out. Like a lot. My Boss and I had a cryptic convo about Awkward Guy, because of this horoscope, which involved a lot of me lying, and not making eye contact with her as she guessed correctly twice but I denied it. I have a weird thing about too many people knowing things like this. And she also is really good friends with my Dad. And just so you know, Awkward Guy almost passes her test of “good choice” list, that for some reason includes the criteria “Does there name start with a J.” Her process is not about 67% more complicated than mine, which is: “Does he have a beard?” “Is he younger than my Dad?” and “Are they Michael J. Fox?” (My favorite part is that question 3 does not pass the question 1 and 2 test.).

Well that’s all I really have for today, I shall most likely be talking to you tomorrow. I’m going to post a personal channel video on the Tubes soon. (http://www.youtube.com/misuseofairqoutes) keep your eyes out for that. I got tagged by JenJen in this totally Jokes audio swap thing. When I post it I’ll link you. Although if you are reading this, you are probs either JenJen, or one of the other people tagged. :P

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because I actually have work to do, and STF is commenting up my pics like madpeople.

A little bit okay

I guess I’m doing a little bit better than I was Monday.

Tuesday has always been a weird day for me, especially during the summer. The regular part of the day is always crazy long with anticipation. Yesterday, however, was kind of fun at work. Today, also, has been fairly entertaining, but it also 7:40 in the morning. It could go down hill from here (crosses fingers that it doesn't because it was nice not to cry myself to sleep.).

I got to hang out with My Boss most of the day, she’s horribly sunburned, and although it is not funny to her, it’s mildly hilarious to me. The only uncool about hanging out with her is the location of her desk, but that, of course isn’t her fault, and she doesn’t know.

My Boss says the most amazing things like, “I was wearing a slutty dress, like one of those girls that doesn’t know they have to also wear pants.”

Speaking of pantless-ness, I wore a long button down shirt (from the Taylor Swift collection) and shorts yesterday and it looked like I wasn't wearing pants. But I was, and I felt the need to tell people that I was, so that they didn't think I was one of those girls that was unware that they were supposed to actually wear pants. And when I told Georgie she said "It's okay you don't have to wear pants with a dress."

My horoscope yesterday said something about not facebook stalking people, and that if my friends encourage it, then they are not really my friends, and I need to un-friend the person I’m f-book stalking. This was creepy, I’m not currently stalking, but I plan to. So, it was like a warning not to. (literally having an inter-office aim convo with her about facebook stalking.)

STF was pretty awesome. It always is, but this the class performed. They were really good. My favorite part was when the suggestion was “podiatrist” and High School English teacher asked it the guy knew what that was, and the New Guy said. “That’s the thing with kids right?” and the guy behind me, who I’m pretty sure knew the actor, yelled, “Not that’s a pedophile!” (LOLZ)

My second favorite was when I dropped my phone and High School English Teacher picked it up and said, “Clearly you are not to be trusted with this.” NOTE this man allowed us to call each other during class.

I also enjoyed “cat sluttyness” and the “smouch.” There is always something awkwardly hilarious about High School English Teacher being told to lick other members of the group by Wellington, and practicing on his hand. I do wish that High School English Teacher and BP danced during the Robot Prom. That would have made some AWESOME. I took some pictorial evidence of this event, it will be on Facebook, and probs in my Sassy Vid tonight (http://www.youtube.com/sassyladysociety.).

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because I love My Boss. And I got an email from Georgies cousin saying he could see me. (I don't know why this is awesome, but it made me laugh and laughing is what I need)

I do not like this at all

I knew that today was going to suck, but I didn’t expect it to suck this bad. The whole department is all quiet and weird, and he wouldn’t even be here yet if this was a normal day. Or maybe I’m imagining it, because it’s Monday. Or maybe it’s because I got here this morning and he had sent me an e-mail.

This seems so much more ridiculous than 2z7. Maybe it’s because he had such a normal car, and there was one just like it behind me at Dunks today, or because I passed three of them on the ride in.

I’m probably just being completely ridiculous. Well, I am being completely ridiculous. But I had a regular person conversation with him on Friday and everything.

We exchanged e-mails and he promised to find me on Facebook. I’m going to be horrible to be around for the next 11 days, until I more back up to school. By then, maybe we’ll be Facebook friends but I’ll have THES and finding a job to distract me from the fact that I don’t get to see him everyday. With 2z7 there was the knowledge that come Thanksgiving and Christmas he’d be right there. With this, it will be a year until he’s in the lower 48, and who knows if he’ll even come back to NH.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is notsome

Explaining the hand spasms

I feel I should explain that hand spasm of a previous blog post.

Basically, I work with a bearded guy, commonly referred to as "awkward guy." I managed to:

a.) Talk to him
and
2.) Take his picture non-creepily

NOTE: need the picture for my internship presentation at school.

Also, NOTE: that I have been working with and having "normal" conversations with him for 8 weeks now. "Normal" in the Deanna sense of normal, which happens to consist of this:

Awkward Guy: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Eating a bagel, I believe next I go hit on Debra but I don’t remember.”
Awkward Guy: “Let me know when you’re done with that.”

And him bestowing hand-fireworks upon me, just for me. <3

Yet, I still freak out before and after having to talk to him, and am very excited that email exists because, even though I can see his desk from my office, I wouldn’t have completed anything if I had to go talk to him every 20 minutes. Let’s just say that walking around the shop, whilst it should be boring and lame, is mildly exciting. Even if I’m holding a clipboard and trying to figure out what he is saying as he talks into a fan (true story).

As a friend of mine, you can easily see how I’ve managed to develop a completely ridiculously sized crush on this person. And why I will be sad for a while that he is leaving today, and I can’t creepily visit him under the pre-text of visiting my boss/ my dad. But I have my non-creepy consensual photograph.

Also, with much help from the text messages for JenJen (http://www.ilessthanthreeyouu.blogspot.com) I searched for him on facebook, but sadly he doesn’t have one. :(

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because even though it is Awkward Guy’s last day, we all (safety department) get to eat lunch today at Apple Bees together. And I’m invited.

AHH!!!

I win!!! And I didn't freak out or cry! wootzies!!!!

I blogged earlier today it's far more exciting and interesting than this one that I'm typing only because I can't happy dance or screech in my office.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today is awesome because I actually succeed in my daily mission. Photography.

And because I wrote a blog about John Hughes movies down there. (downward arrow)

The Sausage King of Chicago

As I’m sure most of you know, I love the 80’s movies, Back to the Future, The John Hughes movies, etc. And as I’m sure you are all aware a week ago John Hughes died.

I’ve been trying to write a blog about this, but I wasn’t sure how I would. As a child of the 90’s the movies of the 80’s really shouldn’t apply to me. They don’t speak directly to my generation or the high school I went to. I read an article today about how if Ferris Bueller existed today he would be a prime candidate for ADHD meds. Yet somehow, these movies do speak to me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m the weird kid or because I exposed myself to 80’s culture before I turned 12 that make me love this things so much.

Almost everyday “Don’t You Forget About Me” plays through Edgar Allen Ipoe’s headphones into my ears between The Who tracks and Emo songs and I see a gloved hand reaching for the sky on an Illinois Saturday. Most times I flick the wheel-y thing to show the album cover, which I have set as the movie cover. I wasn’t born when this movie was released (Or any of the John Hughes movies were I think. That’s a lie, Home Alone was 90’s movie). Yet there is something about it that will always make me smile.

When I hear people coughing, I can’t help but want to ask, “What is that ruckus in here.” Every time I watch Two and a Half Men, I don’t really see Allan Harper brother of Charlie Harper, but Duckie, all grown up and wondering if Molly Ringwald ever got together with Blane.

BTW I know someone named Blane, and I’m pretty impressed by my self-control to not ask him, “What the hell kind of name is Blane!?!?!” and then dance across a record store (Because there are sooooo many record stores in New Hampshire, maybe Bull Moose will have to do).

Sometimes I feel like I’m part of a secret club that know what “The Sausage King of Chicago” means, my mom didn’t even get it. I wonder occasionally if my love for sweater vests is because of Ferris or 11th grade English. To most people I know, Ben Stein is just the clear eyes guy, and I think maybe 6 people in my Algebra class got the reference when no one knew the answer to a question, even though Matthew Broderick was pinned to the side bulletin board (I should probably mention there were 11 people in the class, but still).

In college, The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles are kind of a big deal movie wise, at least with my friends. I always get excited when they’re on ABC Family, because for some reason I don’t own Sixteen Candles, I should get on that. Last time I check it was like $5 at WMart.

John Hughes stopped making movies a while ago, but I still feel that there will be something missing from Hollywood without him alive. And that without him, we wouldn’t have Emilo, which everyone should be thankful for, because what would life be like if he didn’t have The Mighty Ducks man.


Life move pretty fast. If ya don't stop and look around once and a while, ya gonna miss it.

Oh manz

Today I'm going to try to be an adult all day. It's going to be hard.

I have a lot to catch up about, blog wise, not work wise, because I think we have covered that I don't really do anything at work anymore. Its not that I haven't done a lot, I just did it all in the first three weeks of my internship, and then had 7 weeks left.

This is why I'm going to try to be an adult today; I'm going to try to get Awkward Guy to go to STF tonight. I started being adult by not wearing a head band and tucking my Gryffindor neck less into my shirt. I'm also not going to roll my eyes when I talk or flip my hair like I'm 15 when I see him, or do that weird shuggy smile thing I do, cuz it looks stupid.

I tried not to do emo bangs, but they're getting long so I had to. I also wore big girl shoes, and I'm not sitting like an idiot in my chair. All of these things will convince him that I'm not actually a moron and go to the improv show. I thought about not wearing the "O" band but that's just silly. No one knows what that's about here. It could have intense personal meaning (so does). I also need to not talk like I'm 11.

Deanna, I know what you're thinking in your head, stop being retarded right now. Also stop being a creeper someone else is going to catch you.

I'm going to write a blog about tiredness and how funny it is and about this weekend, but not right now. Right now I'm trying to be excited about ice cream and think of a way to get Awkward Guy to STF without saying "there will be an ice cream social."

I also have to not listen to music that doesn't come directly from youtube. But its just so good. (WHAT DOES SANTA CLAUS DO FOR HALLOWEEN!!!)

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because: hopefully I'll have an answer for that later

The room/hallway that locks

Hi, and welcome to another edition of ridiculous things Deanna is afraid of.

In this episode we're going to discuss being locked in rooms that:
a.) lock from the inside. and
2.) even though there is a key on the outside of the door, no one notices that its there expect me.


This room happens to be the conference room/hallway that is next to my office. This room has doors on either side of the room which are sometimes shut for no reason, and sometimes shut because there is a meeting going on. One can never be sure which situation is occurring, especially people on this side of the building, because the people in meetings always forget to open this door, and therefore we have to go around only to discover that there actually isn't anyone in the room and become slightly annoyed. Not that its a big building or anything, its just as Americans, we appreciate shortcuts.

Anyways, the door has a key in the knob, and every time the door closes, I want to turn the key and lock people inside. The door also has a unlocking mechanism on the inside of the room, so the locked in person would probs just be like "wtf" and unlock the door.

But because of this, I'm afraid that other people know that I have this twisted day dream, and therefore when I'm in there, they will lock me in there also.

This fear was at it's max yesterday when I was part of the safety meeting in the hallway/room.
Please note that all but one person that works in this building in in the meeting, and that person wasn't here. And still I got all creeped out that, in fact, someone was going to get into this building and lock us all in the room.

It was the longest, most terrifying hour of my life. But no one would lock the safety committee into a room, that's kind of ridiculous. None one thinks about locking people into rooms expect me.

And that is how my brain works. You're welcome.

AND THAT IS END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because (I've noticed that this section is usually why yesterday was awesome) because yesterday when I was leaving work, awkward guy hand pounded me and then said "hand fireworks, just for you." to which I decided that only acceptable response was "thanks I'll cherish it forever." Then exited the building. Equal parts awkward and amazing.

An STF High

So, this weekend was the "Improv Comedy Clash" presented by Stranger than Fiction, an Improv Comedy Troupe based out of the Seacoast of New Hampshire that my High School English Teacher is in (http://www.strangerthanfiction.us).

Basically this was a battle of improv awesomeness. There were two teams that battled each other in the regular improv games that we see every Tuesday. There were also judges, local celebs, that scored them in a mildly hilarious way.

Just for background, last night was my 48th Stranger than Fiction show. I've been going for as long as there has been a STF. I love them.

Yesterday morning I awoke to a direct twitter message from my High School English teacher. Which, honestly, is there anything in the world more awkward than waking up to a text message from your High School English Teacher? Anyways, he asked me if I, STF groupie, would like to be a judge in Sunday night's show. I, of course, was all "Umm Hellz Yes Mr. English Teacher."

So all I really did during the day yesterday was search for 3 hours for my handmade STF t-shirt, and try to figure out how many shows I'd been to (48).

I arrive at the Player's Ring uber early per usual and waited whilst listening to Hank Green's new live Album "I'm so bad at this." (which is awesome and he's really not that bad at it, he just needs to remember the words.)

At 9 we are allowed it. The judges, which also included a man named Steven who runs a web comic about time travel and a member of the troupes mom, were ushered out back and told what to do. Which, since myself and BP's mom have been to almost every show they have ever done, we know exactly what to do, the talk was mostly for Steven. We are basically told to make up scores and just have fun.

For my scores all the skits were silly things that had happened at the last 48 shows that I have attended (ex: 4 deaths by the number 7, 4 Jeffs, 4 grilled cheeses, or 4 ice creams I was promised by my High School English Teacher but never received.). It was amazing.

To truly understand the awesome that is STF you have to sit in the audience and live it. There is no other way to describe what a Jon Wellington is, or why the grilled cheese is completely hilarious. There is no way to explain why we talk about sexy vegetables, why we giggle at people named Jeff, call our male siblings "miblings," have dreams about creepy chicken babies, or why the mere mention of a 26 year old man would stand in the middle of a stage yelling "I'm in second grade" with his fist in the air, would make you almost wet yourself.

Nothing will ever be funnier that a bigger guy ending up completely upside down in a metal folding chair, how the only appropriate song ever sung was about having an affair with your teacher, or climbing the ovary crags of Menstrual mountain to fight the period monster. And you, blog reader that isn't my best friend Georgie, or Tracy, who has been to the shows before, will never quite understand it, no matter how much detail I put in to recreating the night in words.

STF has been, and hopefully will be forever, an amazing part of my summers, and I hope that there is never a time that it is. I'll be living in Maine next year, and I totally anticipate driving the 2.5 hours home every Tuesday to see them.

(So I'm listening to "Accio Deathly Hallows" by Hank Green, and he just said "I know this could end real bad, but I wish it didn't have to end at all" and even though it is actually about Harry Potter, I got a little bit teary-eyed thinking about how there is only 4 shows left in the summer.)

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome, because my dad brought home boxes that look like coffins yesterday. And I have a picture to prove it on my phone.