Will You Listen to the Robot Boy That Killed Santa or Will You Listen to the Easter Platypus?

01 Apr:

Okay, NOW it's April. And I need to get around to finding a photo of the month.

It seems that with all this talk about the Pope, the death of Frank Perdue has been overlooked. Chicken will never be the same again. But then, I guess the Catholic Church won't either.

I wonder if Brendan's editorial made it into the Daily Campus today. I just hope all this bitterness blows over and quickly. I talked with Emmy about it last night. It's really not fair for her to have to deal with this in addition to everything else. But she's a tough gal and if anyone can handle it, it's her. I told her I wouldn't write anything 'cuz I don't wanna make this any more difficult for her than it needs to be.

Uggghhh... Why can't my life be less like an animated series?

*Shake* *Shake* Anyways, I spent about half the week in Ashford eating Emmy's leftovers and working on my book report. Last night, G., Meghan, & I went out to Civic's after Lead Lab. Matt was filling me in on some cadet wing gossip. Thinking back on some of it, my life doesn't seem quite so dramatic by comparrison. I think last night was the first time all year that I actually had to pay for some of my drinks. I swear, half the kids there had to have been scanning 'feits at the door. Silly teenagers, you're not supposed to go to Civic's. You're supposed to go to Huskie's. Don't you have to catch the school bus in five hours? At least the bouncers were older than us... I think.

I've g/l-otta HW that needs to get done this weekend: A power electronics lab report, an advocacy briefing, a current events briefing, a talking paper (for the ad briefing), a microprocessor apps lab, a STATS assignment, a million chapters of opto/micro to read, a drivers license to renew, and at some point I gotta find the time to see Sin City on Sunday after DT gets back from RPI. I suppose I should've started it tonight instead of going out to dinner @ Illiano's and watching Resident Evil: Apocalypse. But how can you possibly expect any modern-day engineering student to choose to do homework instead of watching a schway zombie movie. I guess it's a good thing that it's supposed to storm all weekend.

Ah yes, assignments came down from HQ yesterday. Matt G.'s going to Andrews AFB in D.C., Justin & D-Mo are going to Dover AFB in Denver, Brendan's going to Maxwell AFB before going to Randolf AFB in Texas for Navigator Training next year, Alison is going to Kirtland AFB in New Mexico (I think), I can't remember where Matt K. got assigned and I don't think Jaime has been assigned yet. And Tracey will almost certainly be getting out of the program since she's pregnant and obviously can't go to Field Training this summer. I really don't want to end up like Brendan and get some useless assignment at some random base before going to Nav School.

Wow, I am seriously R.E.M. Deprived. I guess it's a good thing that I spent all that time in Ashford so that I could trade commuting time for more snoring & drooling time. My pillows aren't anywhere near as comfortable, however. I guess it's a good thing that my $500 mattress is far superior.

02 Apr:

*MUNCH* *MUNCH* I loooooooooove animal crackers! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! I didn't get ANY homework done today. But I did buy $100 worth of groceries. It was the first time that I actually went grocery shopping since I emptied my fridge before Spring Break. I was very hungry. Then I went out to Illiano's with my grandparents, Aunt Di, and Christine before we met my parents and Week & Poppie at Valley to see Good News. The new auditorium looks like complete shit. There's concrete splatter all over the walls and the filling on the floor is already coming up. Not only that, but the incline is so shallow that you can barely see anything. $40 million well spent, as expected.

I know that I'm a tough critic, but those kids were so bland. Even Matt Sanders looked exhausted up there. And only two of them were loud enough for even their microphones to hear, let alone the audience. They just didn't have the energy neccesary for just about any performance, let alone Good News. I think I actually fell asleep at one point.

People kept asking me if I missed being in theater. The answer was always the same: "No." I enjoyed doing it, but there are just too many people with lousy attitudes who do them and ruin it for the rest of us. Besides, the Air Force is muuuuuuch more exciting and much more gratifying. Danielle's head was still bandaged up from Easter. Randa introduced me to one of her friends as her father. He looked very confused.

I don't want to lose an hour. I want MORE hours, not fewer ones. Harrumph!

04 Apr:

Sin City was exceptionally glorious. The entrance fee was less so. $9.75 for a matinee? Maybe if it was in the IMAX. I'll have to wait until Willy Wonka comes out to find out how much THAT would cost. Anyways, about Sin City: Tits + ass + blood + violence + hookers with guns = excellent cinematography. Bruce Willis is Hannigan, the one good cop in the bad town. Nick Stahl is Junior, a child molesting sadist protected by his father, the senator. Mickey Rourke is the ridiculously indestructible Marv. Carla Gugino is a thong-clad, lesbian parole officer named Claire. Elijah Wood is an extremely agile hooker-eating cannibal named Kevin. Clive Owen is the valiant scumbag-killer, Dwight (my personal favorite), who probably scores the highest body count in the entire film. Jessica Alba (AKA: Dark Angel) shows her cheeks as the lasso-wielding dancer, Nancy. And, of course, an entire corps of vinyl-clad prostitutes armed with automatic weapons. I don't think there's anything to dislike about this movie.

OK, it's time for me to publish this stuff and get back to work on my lab report 'cuz I got literally NOTHING done this weekend. I need to get back onto a regular sleep schedule or I'm not gonna be able to get anything done. Only eleven more days 'til I get paid, and I've already spent 75% of my paycheck from Friday on groceries and my phone bill from last month. I need to get one of those 3 cent/min. phone cards from B.J.'s with a bazillion minutes on them.

We were watching parts of the Pope's funeral on TV today. Let me tell you something: I don't care how many people come to my funeral, nobody's dressing my corpse up like Santa Clause before they stick it in the ground somewhere. I'll come back from the dead as a zombie and have some words with some people right before I bite them in the neck.

08 Apr:

"Even the most glorious of warm showers can ruined by a stinky towel." ~Statesmanship

Yup, I forgot my towel again. Didn't realize it 'til after I got out of the shower of course. Ridiculously large shipping boxes for a small single item make good storage units for long-sleeved shirts, sweaters and sweatshirts. However, the shipping fees make my bank account that much smaller. *Weep* *Weep* They say that you should always save for a rainy day. The past month has been a financial monsoon. Tom Sawyer will be white-washing many of Aunt Polly's fences this summer.

Why must misunderstandings exist between people? I guess that's the price we all pay for free will. Chanting ill-chosen jodies on a warrior run that may be appropriate for a military base but are definately not appropriate for a university campus is not the best way to settle an already volatile situation in my opinion. Serious lapse in judgement, people. Not to mention professionalism. I really don't see how we're going to smooth things over by chanting about drowning Iraqis across campus. In fact, I see that as giving them evidence to back up their claims that we are "violent bigots". I understand the neccesity to dehumanize the enemy when you're going into a combat situation because it makes it easier for you to do that which is horrific but unfortunately neccesary. I do not see the need to do it in Storrs, Ct at an ROTC detachment in the middle of a university campus. Yes, we're all upset. And yes, even I am tempted to verbally annihilate every last Tent City denizen that I see. But as members of the Armed Forces we have a responsibility to maintain the dignity of our uniform and our profession. That means not going out and looking for trouble. We do have at least one thing in common with StrikeOne: our goal is peace. The conflict arises in what that means and what is the best way to achieve it.

Developing Leaders of Character

BlogThing:

I think that I'm gonna opt for a quiet weekend. It's just been

so ridiculously nuts with my schoolwork this past week and I am

pretty exhausted. Besides, I've g/l-otta Micro/Opto Electronics

reading to catch up on. And with gas prices being the way that

they are, I don't think that I really want to go up north unless I

have to. Besides, two weekends from now I'll be having

PLENTY of fun. So I guess I should get my schoolwork done

while I still can ;-).

My stomach makes noises. Therefore, it is time to feed.

Let's hear it for a full night of sleep in my own bed!!!

17 Apr:

Happy Birthday, Randa (Wherever the heck you are)! *Yawwwwwwwwwwwwn* I am bushed... and whacked! I think the weekend was actually just as exhausting as the week, if not more so. Friday, I had my CD closed out. So I went to Best Buy and got some electronic devices for my automobile that will allow me to travel at dangerous velocities with greater ease and comfort.

I hooked all that stuff up and went up to Ashford in record-breaking time. I managed to get all set up and about five minutes of studying in before Matt got me to go up to The Suites with him. D-Mo was there and was actually drinking (a bit much)! And, of course, the rest of the suitizens were there along with some other folks and Liz. For some reason, Timmy put his flightsuit on and began prancing around the place. Slack put on some friggin Juvenile that I hadn't heard in eons along with a remix of that dumb song with the fat kid that lip-syncs to it. Yeah, that one! Slack and I talked about life in the South while Steve was screaming at Timmy about something and the room became even more packed with dirty hookers.

Matt wanted to go to Carriage House to see his brother. When we got there, he was busy getting into this girl's pants upstairs and we didn't know anyone else at the place. When the ugly, drunk girls started hitting on us, we knew it was time to go. Gaulder had to get up early to do a color guard detail at the open house in the morning so we decided to call it a night after picking up some supplies for the cookout on Saturday. Of course, it was 0200 so everything in the county was closed except for the Seven-Eleven. So we picked up some delicious gas station rolls and Kraft singles. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.... blaugh!!!

I can't figure out why I sleep better (and much less) in Ashford than I do at home. But seven hours later I was awake and seriously thinking about getting out of bed when Emmy cautiously got up and tried to make breakfast without waking me. I pretended to be asleep while she carefully stacked dishes out of the sink in the kitchen trying to get at the pot. After about five minutes I opened my eyes and she looked back into the room and apologized for waking me. I smiled and told her that I had been awake the whole time and thought that she was being cute. She called me a brat.

I got some more reading in that morning before we headed out to the jog-a-thon. We performed some illegal dumping up at Hilltop before trying to navigate through the throngs of students, their parents, and buses. All the while, Emmy was blasting "Bubble Toes" with the windows rolled down over and over again. Definitely the song of the day, apparently. Then, she launched into "Touch Myself", much to my amusement.

I had never gone running through cow fields before. It was interesting. Ellsworth and Julie showed up after the recruitment event was over to offer encouragement. I was the first one to finish the whole five miles. Twas glorious! And I didn't even step in any cow poop!

Then, Emmy and I went to CVS to pick up some hilarious photos and to the grocery for more cookout supplies. I got some Seasonal Sammies and she got some veggie burgers for Fach. Then, it was finally time for a shower. It was sooooooooo nice outside that the lot of us went out on the back porch. Then, everybody started showing up. Timmy brought some delicious appetizers and Anthony went right to the grill to start working on the pre-processed patties. I kinda wish there were fewer people there so we could've afforded better quality food, but oh well.

Emmy threw the football off of the deck and had to go into the mess out back to get it in her flip-flops. She threw it up to the porch and it fell right back down into the mess again. By this time, I was outside and to the rescue in my mighty hiking boots that are veterans of MT. Washington and I kicked that thicket's ass and retrieved the lost football most heroically. And then, I went to the bathroom.

After that, those of us who were still sober drove the rest of us to the chair move at Jorgenson. What an odd way to end a party! Somehow, I ended up disassembling the tables with a mighty pipe wrench and tore my right hand up right nice.

Then, I sat up with Heather while she sobered up to drive home before cleaning up the house and calling it a night. Heather was beating on me all friggin day! I'm not inviting her to the movies anymore. She can sit in Buckley all day like a loser 'cuz her boyfriend is three thousand miles away and I'm not gonna care. That's what she gets for kicking me in the shin and then trying to be cute about it.

So I slept it all off, had breakfast, did some more dishes (that house needs a vacuum cleaner like, whoa!) and hit the road for Waterford still wearing my green flannel pants with the reindeer on them and my Mallrats shirt. I'm glad that I didn't get pulled over. The people at the gas stationed looked at me funny, I think. I have so much friggin studying to do for this horrid Micro/Opto-Electronic Devices class that it's beyond tragic. tWO MORE WEEKS!!!

19 Apr:

Holy crap, Manny! What did that ball ever do to you???

A LITTLE BIT OF ELABORATION ON THE PREVIOUS ENTRY: We worked for so long on our final project yesterday all afternoon until seven o'clock in the evening. We must've spent two hours just trying to interface the external thermal chip to our project. But we just couldn't get the Analog to Digital conversions to work. And the only time John & Steve could get together with me to work on it again was on Thursday and I have to go up to Hanscom AFB for the whole day. So I had to call off my Civil Air Patrol Flight that I was going to go on this afternoon.

I didn't even get home 'til eight o'clock last night and didn't get to bed 'til eleven. Needless to say, I did not get up for PT this morning at 0500. However, I did manage to get up at 0630 for my Micro/Opto-Electronics (M/O-E) class. I can always fill out a cross-towner PT sheet with all the running, weight-lifting, calensthetics, and DDR I did over the weekend.

The weather was extremely sexy out today, but I made myself stay in the study lounge to catch up on my M/O-E reading, which I did manage to pull off before going back to the lab! Of course, MTV-U was right across the path with the big, inflatible climbing phallus. I wanted to go climbing so much! But I didn't. Instead, I studied my M/O-E and watched the Chimney Cam on the news. But I didn't expect the Chimney Cam to turn into the Balcony Cam that afternoon!

Josef Ratzinger? Rat (as in rodent?) - zinger (as in witty insult?)? And haven't there been far too many Pope Benedicts already? Julie & I decided that we are going to call him "Pope Eggs" instead. Not to mention the fact that the man is 78 years old. He should've died two years ago! I half expected him to fall right over the balcony. All the cardinals would've had to go back inside the chapel and start all over again! What's more, he looks positively evil! World War II mad scientist-like. So the new Pope Eggs came out and saw his shadow, which scared him scurrying back into his hole. Remind me again 'cuz I forget what it means if the pope sees his shadow. Doesn't it mean another ten years of AIDS epidemics in underdeveloped nations due to the unavailability of contraceptives? Hmmm... something like that? I wonder if he grew up in Germany during WW2. If he did, was he a Hitler Youth as a kid?

So I finished the project with the boys in the lab and the report to go along with it at about six in the evening. I only have six hours of class tomorrow! My God, it's practically a vacation! I can sleep in 'til 8:30! AWESOME!!!

"I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."

~Leo Rosten

New Air Force Policy: Officers who SIE or flunk out of Navigator or Pilot Training will have to pay back their AFROTC scholarships and be seperated from the Air Force. W-Bomb??? The memo said that there would be very few exceptions. The example that they gave of an exception was if the officer had a degree in Electrical Engineering! MUAH-HA-HA-HA!!! I... am... bulletproof!

Next time you best bring Kryptonite, Fool!

:-P

Oh, yeah. I fixed the Pix Link! So check 'em out already! Jeez....

22 Apr:

So I need to make a correction to the 01 Apr entry: Dan & Justin are going to Dover AFB in Delaware, not Nevada.

*INSERT CLASSIC LINE FROM WAYNE'S WORLD HERE*

I spent all day Thursday in Massascrewsits with the wing. Smooth Move was pretty much a complete waste for me since I just have to go again next year. I didn't really need anything from the Base eXchange, so I went to the Commissary with Emmy and bought many groceries with awesome military discounts. Then, I got carsick in the backseat of the van on the way back to Storrs. I drove all around campus that night worried that one of the several million state troopers would pull me over and notice that my license is two months expired. So, in conclusion, Thursday could've gone better.

Oh... but I DID get that email the other day from AFIT saying that I was still in the running for the internship! Schwaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!

I gotta get my projects done for all my design labs this weekend, plus my M/O-E takehome test, the awards ceremony that no one in my family is coming to see (which will probably be the only time that I don't get an award), I need to pull a lab presentation out of some random body cavity for M/O-E, and of course there's Z's party on Sat, which is gonna be wicked hardcore and beat the Hell outta kegs in a commuter lot!

I should probably get started on all of that, but I'm really tired right now and I don't want to. I've been running on afterburners these past three weeks and I think that if I don't get at least a few hours of break, my brain's gonna turn to mush. Every day in recent memory has been quite an adventure but it's starting to take it's toll. It seems like every time I turn around there are events in play that completely change the course of my life in some way or another. I think I just need one day to myself where the only decision that I need to make is whether I should eat animal crackers or Chessmen cookies. Mmmmmmm... Z's party...

Heheh... something was funny but I can't remember what it was. Oh well.

Oh Yeah! Cadet Smith's email about physical contact in PT! Flashback to the 15 Apr entry with Heather & Emmy getting penalized for being all over me in ultimate football! "Like white on rice," she said. Co-ed sports are such fun!

Were I the Air Force ROTC Commander, I would invent a new rank for supersenior cadets: Cadet Sky Marshal. Oh yes, behold the majesty! They don't just command a squadron or a wing, they command THE ENTIRE SKY!!! And I think they should get to wear some kind of Air Force Blue cape with their uniform. And cadets of lower rank should refer to them as, "Your Excellency" instead of just "Sir" or "Ma'am". Can not you just imagine the full extent of such glory? The scenario I have just described is entirely plausible. I firmly believe that such policy could readily be in place by this September!

Animal crackers? Chessmen? *CRUNCH* *MUNCH* *CRUNCH*

There were no milk chocolate Milanos in the Commissary. I wept very loudly for a long period of time for the sins of all mankind and for the absence of my favorite brand of Pepridge Farm cookies. Many people gave me funny looks. Then, I danced the happy tater tot dance and all was right again.

25 Apr:

Please believe me when I say, that it's been another perfect day! But it maybe would've been better if I owned a pickup truck. Or if I hadn't run out of milk and accidently poured orange juice on my generic brand Frosted Flakes this morning. They weren't bad though. I was gonna pick up some milk after school, but I took the left hook by default and was comitted into going to Waterford before I could remember. Oh well, OJ and generic brand Frosted Flakes for tomorrow morning, I suppose. Of course, I'll probably be up too early to feel like eating anything more than an english muffin right outta bed. 8 o'clock class - 15 minutes TT from car to class - 1 hr TT from home to school - 45 min for morning hygene, lunch prep, and exercise routine = a 6 o'clock rise time. Hardcore! I should be working on my presentation for tomorrow but I just realized that I don't have Powerpoint on this laptop and I've already committed the desktop to burning a Battlestar Galactica DVD. So, I just gotta wait for that to finish up and then I'm gonna hit the headboard. Or at least the portion of the wall where there ought to be a headboard. I don't think I'll have much trouble getting to sleep tonight. Time to switch CDs.

Here I am with the best video gaming system available on the U.S., but during the school year it's little more than a glorified CD player. And a tempramental one at that.

Have you ever had a girl come up to you, grab your nuts, and then run away? I was so confused. Of course, I was fourteen year old at the time.

I still have to get Jaime & Hillary a wedding present 'cuz I'm a schmuckk. I am so much of one that I need two 'k's in order to sufficiently describe my schmuckidity. I'll have to do it on Friday. I'll have to do many things on Friday.

We presented our ECE 266 final project today. I think ours was the best because it actually worked. Well, it worked after we replaced the power MOSFET that blew out for some strange reason. Everyone elses projects either didn't work or were ridiculously impractical. My favorite was the project that turned a PDA into a remote control. I had a better idea: Use a remote control as a remote control. They're cheaper and less gay. And then there was the prescription medication dispensor which distributed medicine like a vending machine. Each user would have an individual code that they punch in to make sure that they get the right prescription. There's only one small problem: It's illegal. And with good flippin' reason. After all that, our project of a hat that senses the temperature of your head and activates a fan when your cranial temperature reaches a user-specified temperature didn't seem quite so ridiculous.

Ooh! DVD's done!

27 Apr:

I was up at 0600 yesterday morning to get to ECE 245 on time to hand in my take-home quiz, which looked like complete garbage. I have to wait until tomorrow to give my lab presentation because nobody in my group showed up to the lab.

Mike never called me over the weekend. So I really had no idea what was happening with our ECE 214 project. It didn’t really bother me though, since I was so busy with my ECE 266 project. The other day he said that he wanted me to start writing the lab report for the project. But he had been building it all on his own so I didn’t know the first thing about the vehicle. He wanted me to drive all the way up to his place in North Granby just so I could look at it and understand the theory behind it. I was not keen on that idea so I had him explain it to me in so much detail right there on the spot instead. I walked almost all the way to Y-Lot with Marcin to get an ECE 214 packet in my car before I realized that I left my keys back at the Det.

So I went to the Det afterwards and started working on the final lab for ECE 214. I got done about two pages of Introduction & Theory as well as a nifty schematic of the electrical system that I drew with Paintbrush. Procedure, Materials, and Conclusion Mike will have to write up on his own.

I went to Ashford to get some work done on my ECE 245 homework. I got to the house at about 6:00 and it was still gorgeous outside. So I did my homework on the back porch in the delicious sunlight. But it was so nice out that I had to throw the football and couldn’t keep focused on the work. So I went back inside once it started to get chilly, but I was still antsy.

I was getting about an hour of work done for every half hour of goofing around at this rate so I figured I’d do something that was productive but with enough movement to keep me occupied. So I decided to clean the kitchen for Emmy. I mean, REALLY clean the kitchen. I even swept the floor with the little handle brush and dustpan. I tossed out all the food that had been sitting out since the party over the weekend: I was scooping handfuls of beans out of the sink into the garbage. I did a load of dishes, washed all the pots and pans, scrubbed the counters, cleaned behind the microwave and the toaster oven (Yuck!), washed the Mr. Coffee pot, scrubbed the sandwich warmer, and reorganized all the loose odds and ends that sat about. Once that was done, I rewarded myself with some ueber-cheesy pasta leftover from the party and the last of the candied ice cream (Mmmmmmmm…).

Needless to say, Emmy was psyched when she came home. I took her on a tour of her newly cleaned kitchen, which basically just involved us standing in place and turning around in a circle since it’s rather difficult to “tour” that little, tiny kitchen. She made me a tuna sandwich for lunch and we both went at our respective homework. Except that the Sox game inevitably distracted me entirely from my homework. I actually kinda like it better when they loose because that’s when you can tell the diehard fans from the bandwagoners. The real fans will talk about how exciting the game was and how awesome the team as a whole played minus Clement (Friggin’ Manny!). The bandwagoners just won’t say anything because they most have never even held a baseball or put on a glove much less know anything about the game. I can’t even come down on Clement because Baltimore is a power-hitting team (i.e. Palmeiro & Sosa). Boston did well to keep ahead of them as long as they did.

So I went to bed at midnight and was awake by six! I sleep sooooooooooo well in Ashford! Well, “efficiently” is a better word, I guess. I got a call from Mike on my cell while I was in the shower. I asked Emmy who it was and she read off a number because I hadn’t programmed Mike’s home number into the phone. I told her to let the voicemail get it ‘cuz I never answer the phone if I don’t know who’s calling. This information will become relevant later. Mike wanted me to print out the photos from our project ‘cuz his printer was flippin’ out. And Emmy doesn’t have a printer! But Jaime does! So I spent the next thirty minutes printing out the pix after Emmy left for class.

As I was almost done, the phone started ringing. I don’t really like answering other peoples’ phones either so I let it ring. Finally, I picked up but nobody answered when I said, “Hello.” So I hung up. The phone rang again. So again I picked up the phone and said, “Hello.” No answer. So again I said, “Helloooooooooooooooooooo.”

“JESUS CHRIST, I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER PICK UP THE PHONE!!!”

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong number. Jesus doesn’t live here anymore.”

Emmy had left her wallet on the dining room table so I brought it with me to class. I got all the way to L-Lot and turned off my car when I remembered that I had left the sandwich Emmy made me in the fridge back in Ashford. I felt like the biggest loser so I drove back to retrieve it. I had plenty of time before my first class anyways. So I picked up my lunch and went to STATS. At the very least, I got to listen to some good music during the trip! I dropped off Emmy's wallet in her office at the Det and left her a note thanking her for the sandwich. After STATS I went to the computer lab to work on the car with Mike & Marcin. When we broke for lunch, I noticed that not only had Emmy made me a sandwich, but she had made me an entire lunch! It included the sandwich, baby carrots, cookies, and penut butter crackers that she made herself.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

:-D !!!

Nobody has EVER made me lunch for work or school before! Not even my own mother! I think I was grinning the rest of the day!

Our car presentation went awesomely! Everyone was in awe of our electromagnetic car, which performed exceptionally. I took some vidz & pix of the race and of our car.

I went grocery shopping, bought some chicken, and headed back to base. It's gonna be a long Thursday tomorrow! Up at 0530! Huah!