STEALING FROM MYSELF...

...just when you'd thot I couldn't sink any lower...
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This blogsite may be--and is--the only blogsite I will ever maintain, mainly because my thoughts are so scattered that if I had a separate blog for each scattered topic I write about, I'd probably have 400 blogsites by now. No, I can't do that...so I just flush everything down the drain and it all ends up here. But I do leave little internet 'droppings' here and there, and one of those drop-sites is maintained by The Seattle Times Newspaper, which maintains an interactive Seattle Mariners Blog. We Mariners' fans, if indeed any are left, can communicate during games on a pitch-by-pitch basis and often do; it's a fun way to watch the game with 30 or 40 other Mariners' fans, if indeed those Baseball-watchers are still fans. We cry on each others' internet shoulders, we exalt when they win and we wallow in misery and disgust when the Mariners lose games they shouldn't be losing...

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Like Sunday's game between the M's and the L.A. Angels, in which the M's built a substantial lead only to see those same M's decide they didn't wanna win after all. The M's were ahead 7-2, but frittered the lead away, and were blown out of the water when an Angel hit a walk-off home run. In best Dave Niehaus fashion, this game, as well as many others this season, can be summed up thusly..."Keep the rye bread and mustard, grandma, we won't be needin' 'em tonite..." In short, no Grand Salami...(I'll explain that at the end of the post.)

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On the Seattle Times Mariners blogsite, below each contributor's name is the amount of posts they've made. Some comment with virtually every pitch, leading to thousands of postings. I often leave two or three posts each game day, and there've been times when I've commented several times a game. I've got almost 900 posts by now, stretching back to the end of the 2009. Back to Sunday's game...in one post, I wrote:
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"How soon will the M's have rendered themselves mathematically elimated from the pennant race? If such a stat is kept, it's as if the M's are on a record-setting pace this year. Ichiro may set some kind of record this year as well...that of reaching the bases and not scoring, 'cos no one could hit him in. It was said in this game that home run-hitter Casey Kotchman hasn't hit a home run all month...and Ken Griffey, Jr. seems to be a ghost these days. In the pen, we can choose between David Aardsma and Ryan Roland-Smith. Kinda like having to choose between Castor Oil and Raw Molasses. I don't know, I just don't know. Still, I'm a fan, and that's being what a fan is...through the bad as well as the good. Good? This year? I don't know, I just don't know."
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In another section of the Seattle Times Mariners Blog, I posted, "Having missed most of the game, I got home in time to see the last two and a half innings. I've got the world's worst case of hayfever, and it was hitting me hard while I tried to watch the game. And I was probably feeling better than any of the M's felt after falling to yet another walk-off home run. The shot hit at so-called "closing pitcher" David Aardsma bounced out of his glove, and fell just beyond his fingertips, which is a sad metaphor for this M's season so far. Had D.A. caught it, the guy who hit the homer may never have gotten the opportunity to step to the plate. And so it goes. I managed to find the re-broadcast, and saw the last half of the game. The Mariners have been competing lately, and it looks like progress is being made. Too little, too late, probably, but these last few games have been interesting. Perhaps the M's starter should've been pulled, but shoulda shoulda shoulda...I imagine this loss really hurts the team, 'cos its a game they 'shoulda' won. Tough season."

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This posting should indicate to you, dear reader, that I've sunk about as low as I can get. In short, I Am Now Stealing From Myself. But perhaps faithful readers of my blog--all two of them--may have noticed that I haven't mentioned baseball at all this year in spite of the fact I'm a masochistic Seattle Mariners fan, and fan I am, for I continue to watch through thick and thin. And this year's "Mariners' Thin" is bordering on the anorexic right about now. If you're the kind of avid Seattle Mariners' fan who experiences mood swings, I can only caution you by telling you not to forget to take your anti-depressant medication before taking in the next M's game.

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Longtime Seattle Mariners' sportscaster Dave Niehaus' famous call for Grand Slam Home Runs goes something like this..."break out the rye bread and mustard, Grandma, it's GRAND SALOMI TIME." Of course, this years' team will cause you enough heartburn without you having to eat any cold spicy meat...

I AM THE BACKWARDS TRAVELER...

...ancient wool unraveler...

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The title of this post is a song Paul McCartney wrote and which he recorded with his group, Wings; it's on their "London Town" album released back in 1978. But, my friends, we're going back even further than that, as you'll see...

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PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY: Lately, I've been reading a lot of books about President Kennedy's assassination. First, there was "Four Days in November", by Vincent Bugliosi, in which he presents an hour-by-hour chronicle of all that happened leading up to That Dark Hour and the Days of Mouring until he was laid to rest. Then, I read "The Day Kennedy Was Shot" by Jim Bishop, who also wrote "The Day Lincoln Was Shot." It was Bishop's contention that President Kennedy may have known he was being shot at. The first bullet struck the ground beside the Presidential Limousine, causing bystanders and perhaps the President himself, to be sprayed in the face by flying dust resulting from the bullet's striking the pavement. Kennedy didn't have a whole lot of time to react to that, since the next bullet hit him 2 seconds later, and the fatal bullet probably 4 or 5 seconds after that. Bishop's book focuses on November 22nd, 1963, in almost minute-by-minute fashion. Intriguing 'read', for sure. Photo below: JFK and Jackie just moments before heading into downtown Dallas...he had about a half-hour to live at this point.

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I thought I was all done reading about JFK. Nope, not at all. I found another Kennedy book, this time written by Hugh Sidey, the President's historian. This volume concerns what happened in his Presidency and will give me an insight into the living, breathing JFK. Strange, how I found these books; as soon as I finished one, a trip back to the Thrift Store led me to another. And another. So now I'll catch up on the things President Kennedy did; his human-ness and his sharp wit. I've already learned that Kennedy wore a quarter-inch lift in his left shoe, due to leg-length differences, resulting in back pain. I know how he felt; I wear a quarter-inch lift in my right shoe for exactly the same reason. And his back, like mine, hurt most of the time. Now here's where the irony comes in: After I read this book, the next one in My Stack To Read is "What Happened", an accounting of the Dubya-Bush Prezzidency written by Scott McClellan, who quit as the Spokesman of the Bush White House, because he, McClellan, didn't want to lie anymore. I would dare say that there'll be a few differences between the administrations of Kennedy's and Dubya-Bush's. I sure hope so...

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TWISTS AND TURNS IN THE BEATLES' LEGACY: Some of you, if not a lot of you, know that before Ringo Starr became the Beatles' Drummer, Pete Best was in the drum chair, and during those barren times before the Fab Four were 'discovered', they'd been gigging all over England in the middle of horrendous English winters , driving around the country in an old, beat-up van, and later were signed to play in Hamburg, Germany, in the red-light district of that town, where they played 10 hours a day, six days a week. They came back to England as a super-stompin' band. Then, on the very brink of fame, Pete was replaced; some say ;cos he wasn't a good drummer; some say he didn't fit in, from a personality standpoint, with the Fab Four. I think it was a combination of both. Anyhow, after Pete got sacked by the Beatles, which devastated him, he got another group together, named logically enough, the Pete Best Combo, and continued in the music business for a few years, chucking it all in in the late '60s, when he got a Government job in England. I'd heard he'd been a Bread Baker at one point in his life. He and The Beatles never spoke in all the years since, and that's sad. Photo at left: John, Paul, George and Pete with stars in their eyes.

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What I've always wondered about Pete, is, how did he feel when each Beatles hit was played on the radio? After all, he'd been dismissed from the group on the Very Brink of stardom. When the radio played a Beatles song, did he have to turn the radio off before the song was over? Did he re-live the disappointment and feel the same hurt he felt, each time one of the Beatles' songs reached his ears? The Beatles were all over the radio back then, hit after hit after hit. I know my feelings got really hurt when I was dismissed by a couple of bands down thru the years. Like Pete, I played drums. It's not a gentle experience getting kicked out of a band. It's like several relationships being broken off at the same time, and it really does hurt. In some ways, being in a band is like being in an intense relationship with four or five other people. And that only intensifies the hurt when they all throw you out. Been there, done that. Not fun.

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However, Pete is a beneficiary of that old axiom, "good things come to those who wait". When Pete and The Beatles were in Germany, they recorded some songs with Tony Sheridan, an English vocalist who was a top draw in Germany. Pete played drums on those songs, which were recorded in 1961. Most of them were rock versions of old standards, such as "My Bonnie" or "When The Saints Go Marching In". John Lennon sang one such tune; a rock version of "Ain't She Sweet". And John Lennon and George Harrison teamed up to write an instrumental, "Cry For A Shadow". Fast-forward to 1995: Pete Best played drums on all those old pre-fame Beatles recordings. some of which made it onto the "Anthology I" album 34 years after they were recorded. Good ol' Pete, playing drums on those old songs recorded in Germany. And at last, Pete was acknowledged for his drumming, with Royalty Checks. Pete said in an interview that he likes to think of that as "payment for services rendered." Pete Best does some touring with his own band now, and he seems like a nice person who deserves those good things coming his way.

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Having written all this, I realized that there IS a tie-in factor between The Beatles and John F. Kennedy, however. The Beatles' second album in England was titled "With The Beatles", and was first made available to the public on November 22nd, 1963. The day JFK died. Perhaps Kennedy himself heard "Please Please Me" or "From Me To You", two full-tilt Beatles songs which were big hits in the United Kingdom in 1963 and were released in the U.S. that same year. Those two tunes were initially flops over here, but after "I Want To Hold Your Hand" was released in December '63, all of a sudden the gates broke open and Beatles tunes flooded the marketplace. Finally, we all remember JFK as that dashing young man who was struck down all of a sudden. Were he alive today, he would be 93 years young.

ONE-AND-A-HALF OF EVERYTHING...

...or, my glasses are making spectacles of themselves...

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Yesterday, I thot my troubles were so far away. No, it looks as though they're here to stay...and that's an appropriate way to preface this post. Yesterday, I arrived to pick up my new glasses at the local eye clinic. This pair was better; I could read through the bottom part of the lens, and even though the distance vision portion of the lenses were straining my eyes, I figured "all I gotta do is get used to 'em." Well, that didn't happen. I drove back to the eye clinic today, and it's a wonder I even GOT there...I was seeing One and a half of everything. I could really bear down and MAKE my eyes focus, but the minute I relaxed, I saw one-and-a-half cars, one-and-a-half trucks, one-and-a-half people hanging outside the Wal-Mart store with "will work 4 food" signs, etc.

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I think the world of Eyecare is no more than One Great Big Guessing Game. (I kinda think that's the way it is in all Health Care situations, actually). The Eye Clinic uses its machinery to determine how they're gonna cut the lenses that you're going to be seeing through. All they've got are those funny little numbers they use to determine the "cut" of the lenses. Well...I've been in and out of this eye clinic for the last 2 months trying to get glasses that I could wear comfortably. And today, I went back to return the latest glasses they ground out for me to wear. I thot I could make this pair of glasses work, but, ah, no. Not with me seeing one-and-a-half of everything. Gosh, driving's tough enough when you CAN see! I'm not a bitchy and whiny customer. Don't give me special service or preferential treatment. Just treat me like everyone else. Gimme glasses I can see with and fine, thank you, job well-done, pip-pip-cheerio...I think I know why some people go "postal"; they've just HAD IT.

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Well, guess what I found out today...after discussing once again, all of my eyewear options, I pointed out to The Very Patient Eyeglass Lady Optician that in all of the other pairs of glasses I've ever had, the LEFT lens was always the thickest. In this new pair of glasses, the Right Lens was the thickest, which just kinda hit me wrong. After telling her this, she then went back to the lab to check the eyeglass numbers, and it turns out the computations for my right eye were ERRONEOUSLY computed, resulting in too much "correction" being used on the Right Lens. It was a case of The Numbers Not Being Added Together correctly. The possibility exists that, had I not pointed this out, perhaps I would still have glasses that felt like my cornea was being ripped out. (Nice picture, eh?)

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She gave me a couple of no-additional-fee-options: The clinic could grind out a pair of distance-only glasses to alternate with a pair of close-up-only glasses the Eye Clinic had already made up for me (which I rejected, on the basis of, having spent $400 for a pair of glasses that worked well close-up, I couldn't see more than three feet in front of me). Heck, I can see better than THAT with NO glasses! The second option she gave me was that I could make ANOTHER eye-exam appointment, with (hopefully) no mistakes in the adding-together-of-numbers, after which they would then grind out another pair of all-purpose bifocals with the proper lenses so I can function like a human being for a change! So, I opted for that option. So are my problems solved at last? Not really; I can't even get an appointment until MID-JUNE, with my new hopefully-correct lenses, until probably the first of July.

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I could have gone to Wal-Mart's optical department, but I DIDN'T. Why? Because I wanted to support this Eye Clinic, which, after all, is a local business, and they're not corporate fascists like Wal-Mart is. I always feel better when I do business with a local business. Right now, counting the first eye-exam, plus three pairs of incorrect glasses over the last two months, I've got $800 invested in Eye Wear that I CAN'T WEAR! Damn, this is frustrating!!! There will not be a "next time" for this Eyeglass Clinic. If the next pair of glasses they make me are impossible for my eyes to endure, I will demand my money back, and then I'll go straight to Wal-Mart even though they're not known for any "price rollbacks" in their optical department.

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This caps off a really bad week for me. I lost my wallet which held all of my I.D. To replace a driver's license in Oregon, you need a photo I.D., with your Social Security Number listed, along with a State-Issued Birth Certificate, to verify that you are a legal resident of the U.S. The clerk at the Dept. of Motor Vehicles gave me a State of California (where I was born) request form for a state-issued Birth Certificate. I have my original 1954 birth certificate, but since it's a Hospital Birth Certificate, it can't be used. So I have to get a brand-new State Birth Certificate. And, part of that request form has to be filled in and NOTARIZED. So I had to find someone to notarize me. No one could help me. I went to my insurance company; no help there either, although the secretary there said if I went to the Junior College here in town, I could find someone to notarize me. No help there, either. I was advised to go downtown to my bank, where I'd already been earlier. It turned out that the Bank Lady (who I think works in the loan dept.) was a Notary and she notarized me. So that much was done. Whew. U.S. BANK, I love you...

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Then I proceeded to try and get a replacement Social Security Card. It seems no one can tell from looking at me or listening to me that I'm a U.S. Citizen. I've only been out of this nation for 2 weeks in my life, long ago, on a family vacation. At the Social Security Office, they can't just punch in your name anymore; either you need a photo I.D., or a verification of your number through doctor's records. The Social Security Lady, who was nowhere as friendly as the Bank Lady, told me to get a medical form, and get it signed by someone. So, I went back to the Medical Clinic, where I requested the appropriate form. Instead of signing it, the ladies at the front desk "Stamped" it with the name of the medical center. I said, "this still needs to be signed". "Don't worry", I was told, "we've been doing it this way for ages."

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So, back to Social Security Office, where I was ripped a "new one", cos, it wasn't signed. (A Frigidaire Icebox has more warmth than that particular Social Security Lady. When you're a government employee, evidently You Don't Have To Be Nice.) So I took it back to the Medical Center, and one of the clerks up-front signed it, dated it, and printed her name. So I took THAT back to the Social Security Office, where I was told, "See? That's just what I needed." It wasn't even signed by a nurse or a doctor; instead, one of the receptionists signed it. So, really, I could've had a janitor or perhaps a Hospital Gift Clerk sign it. Heck, I could've signed it right-handed (I'm left-handed) with a creative alias, since I can only manage to 'scrawl' with my right hand. My new Social Security Card arrived in the mail today. Are all of my problems solved yet? No, because I think I forgot to include a $14.00 money order to mail to the State of California along with my Birth-Certificate request form.

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More Governmental flotsam & jetsam: On my Social Security application, I swore that all the info was correct or I would be subject to all kinds of penalties. The Social Security Lady asked me two questions that I didn't have to answer: Was I white, hispanic or black? And, was I a member of a Native American (it's probably politically-incorrect to use the term 'Indian' anymore) tribe? And she asked me those questions as she was LOOKING at me. I can't believe it, I just can't believe it...I guess the Gov't is afraid Everyone Out There is an illegal alien. Sheesh...

THE LITTLE LION THAT ABSOLUTELY ROARED...

...goodbye, Ronnie James Dio...

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One of my absolute favorite groups was Deep Purple...fiery, melodic, hard-driving and so talented. Ritchie Blackmore, "Purple's" guitarist, has always been one of my favorite players. But back in the mid-70s, things began changing for "Purple", resulting in different singers, drummers and keyboard players as Blackmore, who basically ruled "Purple", kept changing group members for various reasons. I guess things had come to a head in 1976, when Deep Purple released the album, "Come Taste The Band", because Blackmore was, all of a sudden, not "Purple" anymore. He formed another band, "Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow"; I guess he was looking for that musical 'something' that Deep Purple couldn't give him anymore.

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Right around that time, I'd been looking through the record bins one fine day, and I happened across an album with an absolutely Gorgeous cover, and what can I say, I'm a sucker for great album cover art. And, when I flipped the jacket over, I saw that there were only two songs on Side 2, which kick-started my imagination; I've always loved LONG songs, and when I got the record home, onto the turntable it went immediately. The four-songs on Side One were okay; they rocked hard, but I was absolutely BLOWN AWAY by Side Two, which contained two 8-minute tracks, "Stargazer" and "A Light In The Black". "Stargazer" kicks off with a thundering drum roll, exploding into a majestic larger-than-life medium-fast tempo. "Rainbow's" lead singer back then, was Ronnie James Dio, and on that song, he proved that he was one of the Best Ever Rock Singers. After two verses and a long instrumental portion, Dio ad-libs for over two minutes, and absolutely Wails, and it's a performance that brings Shivers every single time I hear it. But there's more...

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Side Two's second song "A Light In The Black", bursts out of the gate, galloping along at a breakneck tempo with an immortal guitar solo by Ritchie, and a great synthesizer section (played by Tony Carey), and again, Ronnie James Dio's voice absolutely ROARS; he's so convincing, powerful and communicative; when you've got a band full of great musicians playing at a frantic full-tilt, and a lead singer who is on Top Of It, things can sound amazing, and here, they do. The first time I heard this tune, I just stared at the turntable; it was all I could do as my ears tried to absorb it all. That was back in 1976, and over thirty years later, I still feel a tremendous rush when I hear this tune; what with Dio's exhortations, and the musicians blistering along as fast as humanly possible, it's the kind of tune that can knock you over, so hang on tight and listen hard! "Rainbow Rising" was the group's second album; the first was self-titled ("Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow") and rocks along hard, although it doesn't quite have the force that "Rainbow Rising" contains. The "Rising" album still blows me away.

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Before "Rainbow", Ronnie James Dio fronted a little-known band, "Elf", which I 'spose was an apt name for the group; Dio, he of the roaring voice was barely over five feet tall. The Little Lion that Roared. And, on "Elf's" first album, released on Epic Records in the early '70s, the lead singer was listed as Ronald Padanova, but it was definitely Dio doing the singing. (I can see why he changed his name.) After "Elf" recorded two more albums, Dio joined Rainbow. After three albums with "Rainbow" (Blackmore changed the group's lineup and recorded a few more albums), Dio was out of a job. But, Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath had overdone the drug-thing, and the rest of Sabbath kicked Ozzy out. Dio stepped in for the vocals on Black Sabbath's album, "Heaven and Hell", and he helped bring that group back to life. (To be fair, Ozzy Osbourne will always be the Voice Of Sabbath, but Dio did a great job of fronting the Ozzy-less Sabbath.)

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Then, Dio formed his own band, "Dio" (of course!) and while I'm not all that familiar with the Dio Group's albums, I'm sure they featured some spellbinding rock music. He kept the"Dio"group going thru the years, and was touring as late as last summer, and planned to go back on the road again, only Cancer got in the way. He was 67. And I'm sad he's gone. He may have been short on stature, but his ability to communicate and really get inside a song was rare indeed. A truly magnificent lead vocalist is gone, but he gave it all he had. Ronnie James Dio, I salute you.

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Included below is a YouTube clip of "A Light In The Black" with Ronnie James Dio's vocals...granted, this music ain't for everyone, but if you're looking for true Rock and Roll majesty, this is it...listen if you dare...

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THE GREAT VISION RUNAROUND, PART TWO.
...this is nuts. I just wanna get it over with...

My eyes are just getting worse all the time. They don't work together anymore. My eyes are just too different from one another to work together on their own. So I went to the combination eye-doctor and glasses-making place for a new pair of GLASS progressive (no-line) glasses. It's a local clinic, and I felt good that I was going to support a local business rather than go to Wal-Mart's optical department. So, I had an initial exam at the clinic, located just up the North Bend, and a week later, I tried on the first pair of no-line bifocals with glass lenses that hopefully could solve my burgeoning vision problems. The glasses absolutely did not work. My left eyeball felt bruised, trying to stretch itself to see thru the lens. I was told I could wear them for a week and try to get used to them, but I absolutely refused.
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I scheduled a second exam, after which they ground me another pair of glasses. Previously, I was told that my eyes were too bad to be corrected by one single pair of glasses. I'd thot I could keep my old 'distance' glasses, use those for 'far away' and get a separate pair of glasses for my close-up viewing. So I opted for that, and waited another week for them to grind out my new $400 pair of what had become Reading glasses. I was hoping things would happen in my favor today. That's all I ask. This pair was great for close-up viewing, but I hoping that while I had the reading glasses on, I could at least see and recognize people in my immediate area, say, 10 feet away. Nope, couldn't do that. All images over 3 feet away from me fuzzed-out altogether.
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Again, I specified I wanted no-line bifocals with GLASS lenses. I was told that those weren't an option, since with the 'Progressive' no-line bi-focals, the entire lens is a lot more specific than general, since a sort of 'long curve' is used in the no-line lenses. I was asked if I wanted to try standard bifocals (with the lines). I told her, "the eye doctor told me that my visual range couldn't be handled by glass lenses"...and then she told me that old-fashioned "line" bifocals COULD be made according to my prescription. I didn't know that. She went back into the lab and verified that my eye prescription could be made with Standard Bifocal Lenses. I also wanted glass lenses, which DON'T scratch if you clean 'em with a reasonably clean shirt, like I do. She was trying her damndest to get me to switch over to plastic. She had me sign a clause that said I knew of the potential hazards of glass lenses, which can shatter. I know that and have ALWAYS known that.
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I kept having to say and say and say over yet again that "I want Glass Lenses; they fit my lifestyle". She then said how much heavier my glasses would be with glass lenses. Heck, I've been wearing glass lenses most of my life and the weight of the lenses is not an issue, and I had to tell her that several times. After I determined that the reading-only glass lenses weren't good enough, I decided right then and there that I want one pair of glasses for Everything; distance, up-close and in-between. And I had to tell her several MORE times that I WANTED GLASS LENSES, in the most reasonable voice I could muster. Then I was told that in order to have 'regular' lined bifocals made from my prescription, that "prisms" would have to be drilled into the lenses, which will cost me $200-dollars MORE, and, and, and, I would have to wait FOUR to SIX WEEKS to get my glasses made, because she told me that Glass Lenses are becoming phased out and that there were only three places in the entire nation which make Glass Lenses. Oh yeah?
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The Eyeglass Clinic also asks for one-third of the total amount to be paid in advance. I paid them HALF, and since it will take 1/12th of a year (or more) for me to get my glasses, I'll get more money soon, which will enable me to pay the other half. And then, I'll be done forever with That Particular Eye Clinic. I really had to be stubborn and emphatically entrenched, and I don't like it when people cause me to behave that way, 'cos I am a very nice (if a little scatterbrained) human being. I know these eye technicians are doing their job, but it seems to me there's a lot of paranoia in every single area of the medical profession; you have to sign disclaimers to get anything done with opticians, therapists, medical doctors, podiatrists, and anyone else who dons a white coat, and it really seems to me as if health providers are afraid of the very public they serve. TAKE 'EM TO COURT! DAMAGES! MALPRACTICE! But, and I can't stress enough, I Know What Works For Me, so give me some credit! And so I have mixed emotions about this whole deal. I WANT ONE PAIR OF GLASSES THAT DO EVERYTHING; IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
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So Glass lenses, I was told, are being phased out. Plastic Lenses don't last long, even with the so-called "Hardening" that's put into the lens material, plastic lenses are not as durable and don't last as long as Glass Lenses and they Never will. Which means that glasses will have to be purchased more frequently when and if Glass Lenses are not made anymore. Is this a way for the Eye Clinics to make more money from more-frequent eyewear purchases? The tactful side of me wants to say no, but the cynical side says, "maybe? Could it be? Is that the angle?" One of life's lessons I've learned is, "just when you think you've heard everything, there's always a new wrinkle in the fabric." So that's where I'll leave this post.
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So how am I supposed to read over the next 6 weeks? I've found that I can put Reading Glasses in front of my regular glasses, two pairs on one nose, and I can read with one eye or the other, but not both. And that's what I'm gonna do. Que Vida, I guess...