Stupid Two Day 'Rule'

You know the rule, you believe the rule, you follow the rule, you personify the rule. You know it to be true. The problem comes when you want someone to break the rule, but they hold firm and keep the rule to the letter.

About what rule am I speaking? The "Wait Two Days' rule. You know the one, it goes like this: after a date or exchanging phone numbers or meeting or (well, let's be honest here) having any sort of interaction with a member of the opposite gender in whom you might be interested you must wait 2 days before initiating any contact. The logic behind this rule is pretty solid:

1. No, I'm not a stalker! (best shown by your ability to wait a couple of days between seeing said person)
2. Yeah, I'm interested, but not desperate (again, your ability to wait 2 days is a good indication of lack of need for instant gratification, also, goes to show how not desperate you are).
3. If you're not interested I won't seem creepy and you won't bad mouth me to all your cute friends.
4. If you're interested it'll make you squirm for a little bit wondering if I'm interested, thus showing you that I'm not desperate, and making you more excited when I do make contact.

The fatal flaw comes in at the point where you're both interested, you run in the same circle, and you have seen each other after the event which normally would call for the two day rule.

Saturday, as you may recall I went to lunch with Blue (his favorite color, he wears it all the time). I thought we had a good time, but, as I mentioned, he was off to parts unknown on Monday. I saw him at church on Sunday (of course) then at his farewell shindig that evening. Monday morning he departed.

I had heard nothing from him until today. What I did hear back was a quick email in the format we exchanged all week: no salutation or sign off, just a question. Seemingly as if no time had passed at all.

Was I excited to receive this email? Oh yes. Am I a bit annoyed it took so long? Uh, yeah! Especially since I know he's checked his email a couple of times between now and then.

So, bloggers, is it the two day rule with the timer set for when he left? Or, is it the "I'm not really interested so I'll wait a while and hopefully she'll get the message" rule? You decide.

That, or I'm going to have to try the frankness route. Gah!!

Conflict Diamond Inquiry

You may remember this post ranting about the stupid Shane Co. commercials, and then this one commenting on how amazed I was at the number of google hits I got for it. Well, not one to hate without reason I emailed them. I asked (essentially) that I was looking for diamonds on their site (sort of true—I was looking for info on diamonds on their site— and was "concerned that your diamonds may not be certified conflict free or follow the Kimberly Process. I have found no indication either way on your web site and am hoping you could provide me with a definitive answer."

Sure enough, they replied this morning. Here's what Tommy's lackeys had to say for themselves. Translation: Yup, Shane Co follows the Kimberly Process and sell only Conflict Free diamonds. Why, then, don't that advertise that? And, how come I can't find that info on their web site (it's there, just very hard to find)?

Without further ado, here's the letter:

Thank you for visiting ShaneCo.com! Rest assured, the Shane Company strictly adheres to the Kimberley Process. Many consumers are unaware that 99.80% of all diamonds in trade around the world come from countries that adhere to this process as well. Thus, finding a diamond that was mined in a conflict country is pretty rare! We, as a company, were requiring certification from our diamond cutters stating that the diamonds that they were selling us were conflict free, way back in September of 2000, long before this was required by law. The Kimberley Process was mandated in January of 2003. The documents that are included with the diamond rough when we purchase are official government documents, not for the consumer. You would not receive any documentation on this with your purchase, however the store will have that information. I have included a few links for you, I hope this will help.

http://www.diamondfacts.org

http://www.amnestyusa.org/diamonds/index.do

Shane Company's Policy:
http://www.shaneco.com/jewelry/conflict_diamonds.asp

The Shane Company has been in business for four generations. We pride ourselves on our integrity. Fifty percent of our business is repeat and referral. We would not be able to give you that kind of service by selling poor quality items or diamonds mined from a conflict country. That's not how we do business. While this is a common question many customers ask, rest assured it would be very, very hard to find a conflict diamond in the U.S.

We purchase all of our diamonds from the major cutting centers around the world. A majority of our purchases come from Mumbai, India. The diamonds are usually mined in South Africa, which holds the most prominent diamond source in the world.

If you have any further questions I can assist you with, please feel free to contact me at the toll free number listed below. We also have a great Live Help chat feature located on our website at www.shaneco.com.

I look forward to speaking with you.

Talk Nerdy to Me

I sent InternBill an email last night looking for intellectual stimulation. His reply this morning was stimulating and more. It was probably the hottest email I've ever received. The phrase that really blew my skirt up? "Assuming that not only is time relative but that the multiple worlds response to the Copenhagen interpretation are correct".

Yeah, I really do love it when guys talk nerdy to me.

Feedback

I gave a talk in church today. The entirety of it can be found in the previous post. I felt it went rather well, and quite pleased with the thoughts I was able to convey. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who felt that way. One girl in the ward told me that she really enjoyed it, and she "was, like, 'Woah! Is there a General Authority in our midsts?!'" I'm really glad it touched her. Someone else told me that, while she couldn't be certain, she would bet that I really resonated with many people there today. I'm immensely grateful that am so skilled at teaching. I also really hope that what I said does impact someone's life for the better.

Without Seam

Let me share with you an insight that I had many years ago that has really stuck with me. I was reading in John 19:23 about the crucifixion of Christ. I came across the sentence "now the coat was without seam, woven from the top throughout." Sometimes when I'm really studying, I like to focus on the individual words and what they mean, then mash all of those meanings together to gain greater insight. So I started pondering on the word 'coat.'

The thing about clothing in the scriptures is that when we talk about them, we're so seldom talking about the actual, literal, physical article of clothing. For example, in Ephesians 6:13 we're admonished to put on the "whole armor of God." Paul goes on to expound on what, exactly, the armor of God is: the breast plate of righteousness (:14), the shield of faith (:15), etc. Isaiah (you knew I'd go there) even talks about being clothed with the "garments of salvation" and "the robe of righteousness (61:10)".

So, if clothes aren't just things to keep us covered, but are types of greater things, what, possibly, could John have really been talking about in chapter 19? Certainly Christ's literal coat, but what more? Let's look at the attributes of his coat first: it was 'without seam, woven from the top throughout'. For a cloak to be without seam, means it had to have been woven as a single piece (i.e. "from the top throughout"). Something the size of a cloak that was woven as a single piece would have been very expensive, which is part of the reason the Roman soldiers were casting lots for it—think if you and three friends found a priceless item that you were allowed to keep, you'd all want it. The soldiers were no dummies, they knew the value when they saw it. We read in John 19:24: "They said therefore among themselves, Let us not rend it, but cast lots for it, whose is shall be." Interestingly, John add his commentary right after he finishes quoting the soldiers, "that the scriptures might be fulfilled, which saith, They parted my raiment among them, and for my vesture thy did cast lots." (See Psalms 22:18).

Ok, so, valuable, perhaps even priceless, something that people are all trying to get... what if the coat is actually a type for the Gospel of Christ. It's perfect, with out seam, there are no portions that are sewn on to make up the greater whole. You can't divide it and maintain it's value—notice the soldiers never contemplated cutting it and dividing it up among themselves. It's an all or nothing deal. With that in mind, let's flip over to Luke 23:34. Here we're still with the soldiers and they're divvying up the spoils, as it were. Verse 34 reads "Father, forgive them: for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots." We know that Christ is talking about the people who are crucifying him, "forgive them, for they know not that they slay the Son of God." What if he's also talking about the soldiers who are dividing up His raiment (all of his clothes, not just the cloak, and this is made evident back in John)—or the churches or people that divide up His gospel.

Now, wait... what if we are talking about the gospel? What if, the cloak represents the Gospel of Christ? Dividing it (the literal coat) diminishes the value—too much dividing and it's worthless. The same holds true with the Gospel. Let's flip over to 4 Nephi 1:27, Nephi teaches, "yea, there were many churches which professed to know Christ, and yet they did deny the more parts of his gospel." They had only a portion of the cloak, and, in desperation (or, perhaps sincere belief) they denied that the fragments of the cloak of the gospel that others held were actually parts of the whole.

Here's the thing, and this is where this really applies to you and me: we, ourselves, are sometimes guilty of dividing up the gospel, of picking and choosing the aspects which appeal to us more, and setting the rest aside. But, really, it's an all or nothing deal. You can't have a fragment of the cloak and say "Here, this is all there is, this piece is priceless, and it will be sufficient to cover me and keep me warm." No, you need the whole thing. The whole cloak. Elder Wirthlin in February of 1998, had this to say about picking and choosing elements of the gospel and clinging to them as if they were all that mattered, "You cannot approach the gospel as you would a buffet or smörgåsbord, choosing here a little and there a little. You must sit down to the whole feast and live the Lord’s loving commandments in their fullness.

You have been taught the commandments. You know what to do: pray, study the scriptures, fast, pay your tithes and offerings, attend your meetings, partake of the sacrament, magnify your callings and serve others, sustain your Church leaders, make and keep sacred covenants, share the gospel, be honest, true, chaste, benevolent, and virtuous (Wirthlin, It's Your Choice, New Era February 1998)."

Let me repeat the first part of that, "You cannot approach the gospel as you would a buffet." The gospel is an all or nothing deal. If you believe the Book of Mormon to be true, if you have a testimony of the truthfulness of it, you have to believe that Joseph was a prophet, that God the Father, and Jesus Christ revealed themselves to him in that sacred grove and brought about the Restoration of the Gospel. If you believe that Christ suffered for the sins of all mankind in that sacred garden in Gethsemane, then you have to believe that He suffered for you, that His atonement extends to everyone, including yourself. If you find that you struggle with an aspect of the Gospel, that's ok. There will frequently be something that gives you pause. It's in those moments, and those more than anything else, when you need to turn to our loving Father and plead with him, as the man we know only as 'the father of the child' in Mark did, "Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief (Mark 9:24)." Or, Lord, I believe all of this, help me, please in my faith on this other part. Now, is the time. Now more than ever. Not when you've beaten your favorite sin and it's no longer a problem for you, not when you've finished reading the whole New Testament. Now. Now, now, now. Now is when you need to fall to your knees and plead to know what is true. Because, the gospel is not a buffet. It's a feast, and you've got to partake of the whole thing to truly experience it. And, really, why would you put that off just because you're not perfect. We're not supposed to be perfect, we're suppose to strive for it.

Google Hits

Since writing this post I have had an amazing number of google hits on my blog. Seems a large number of people are concerned that The Shane Co. doesn't have conflict free diamonds. I decided since I'm publicly defaming them that I'd go to the source and double check on the standards of their diamond purchasing. I'll let you know what I turn up. I would love to be wrong.

Have Your People Call My People

There is this boy in my ward who I've been interested in for a while wait for it... predictably, he leaves this week for parts unknown. So, naturally, I asked him out. We ended up doing lunch today. It was great fun. The nice bit? Even though I asked him he insisted on paying. I really appreciated his gesture, because it really made it more of a date rather than two friends grabbing lunch together.

We had fun, but I failed to take the conversation to a higher intellectual plane. As did he.

I have no idea what happens next.

No, correction, I do. Monday, he gets on a plane heading to uncharted territories, and we exchange an occasional email, and that, as they say, is that.

I suck.

Nothing For Me Here

It's entirely possible to feel alone in a room full of people. There's a reason why that's a cliché.

It's also entirely possible to have zero dating prospects in a group of 40 single adults in your age range, with the same core religious values.

Still possible, though diminishing in likelihood, to have no one in the aforementioned group who stimulates you intellectually.

I have found myself in this very predicament. Well, not 'no one'. I find Sine to be intellectually simulating—on a limited subset of topics (mostly computers and cars). As time has passed I have found myself growing increasingly frustrated at the lack of deep stimulating conversation I've found in my ward, and contemplated going to a new ward in search of that. It's ironic, really, most people leave the ward because it's small and the dating prospects are next to nil (see point 2 above), I, on the other hand, and contemplating leaving because I can't find someone to stoke the fire in my gray matter.

And yet, I stay. I wonder why?

Straight Edge

There was a fairly large-ish gathering tonight, and, despite the fact that I normally don't hang out with this group, I decided to go. While there this guy noticed that I was eating a hot dog bun sans hot dog, but with mustard and ketchup. He asked what I was doing, and I explained that I'm vegan. "Are you straight edge?" he asked.

Well, then. No one has ever asked me that. I thought about it for all of zero seconds. "Nope. I think labels are kind of useless, and as it's quickly becoming a growing trend, I really have to reject it. But, I don't eat meat, or drink or smoke, and I don't do drugs, and I don't have sex before marriage. So, there we are."

"Heh," he said, "well, you dress kind of like it. Cool."

He determined that I am, apparently, straight edge (which is kind of silly), then declared, "I originally thought you were 'Molly Mormon,' guess not."

I laughed! "Molly Mormon?! Ha!" I'm many things, but a Molly Mormon, I ain't." He hung around for a bit getting to know me a bit more. I kind of got the feeling that he was a little interested in me, but took it nowhere. Anyway, I think it's funny that I, apparently, look "straight edge" one minute and "Molly Mormon" the next. Odd? Yup.

Adorable

Sine and I have been up late at night chatting these days. It's been fun, and we've gotten to know each other quite a bit better. On one occasion he told me that I'm adorable when I let my guard down, because that's when I finally show a bit of weakness. I think that it is very odd to tell someone that letting their guard down is 'adorable,' but if he wants to think so, I suppose, he's welcome to.

This weekend the ward went camping. Ahh... camping, the great out doors, home. I'm never more in my comfort zone than when I'm out in the woods communing with Mother Nature.

Sine, on the other hand, is a bona fide city boy. Having never been camping before (or, for that matter, in a very unpopulated area) he spent the first couple of hours freaking out. We carpooled together, and about the time it dawned on him that we were an hour away from Seattle he started getting a bit worked up. "What's the average medical response time?" he worried, panicked. I tried to calm him down, but nothing was working.

One of the ironic moments of his paranoia came while I was driving. I was on a slightly curvy mountain road (nothing like where I grew up driving, this was far less winding, and decidedly more gradual of a grade) looking for a gas station—which I never found. I needed to turn around, so at the first turn out I pulled off the road. It so happened that the pull out was graveled, and ended abruptly at a drop off. I was feet away from it, maybe yards. He flipped. Could not believe that I almost killed us by pulling off onto gravel and the edge of a cliff!!!! For the record: It wasn't that bad. We were, at no point, in any danger.

After that I was driving on another road headed towards our camp site. This road was decidedly straighter and much better paved. Since the paving was new the lines weren't painted on the road quite yet. No matter, it was straight, and you don't really need lines to tell you where your side of the road ends. So, I opened up the car and took the road at a little over the speed limit. We were flying down the road at a breakneck 55 when Sine started flipping out again, insisting that there were no lines on the road and this was so dangerous!!!11!oneone!!! For someone who recently got a speeding ticket for doing 85 or so on a windy road I find this behavior to be hilarious.

Eventually the road turned to gravel and I slowed down. By the time we hit the graveled parking lot I felt a little (controlled) fishtailing and one small doughnut were required. I enjoyed myself. Sine: not so much.

Later in the evening we were sitting by the campfire and he was still visibly disturbed by the thought of being so far away from civilization. That combined with the awareness that bears were about sent him into more fits of paranoia. Many of us were enjoying his reaction when he begged to know, "What's so funny about me being scared?!?!"

"Because," I replied, hearkening back to our previous conversation, "you're so adorable when you're vulnerable."

At that moment I understood what he was talking about when he said those words to me. It's seeing the person in a light you had not previously seen them: taking them out of their self-assured comfort zone and catching a glimpse of the unprotected vulnerable person they are under that carefully crafted confident exterior. Now I understand, but I still don't agree that I'm ever "adorable."

Motivational Speaker for Let

I was asked to give a talk in church next Sunday (not this coming Sunday, the one after that). Naturally, I'm going to. I love giving talks in church, I think it's fun.

I was talking to someone shortly after being asked to do this when I mentioned that I'd love to become a motivational speaker, maybe at EFY or something. The only problem is: how does one go about entering that field? Should I go up to the Bishop and say, "Hey, if there are any wards in the area looking to have a fireside, and they need a speaker, could you mention my name and the fact that I'd love to do it, please? Thanks!" Hmm... While that is certainly one possibility, I don't know if it's the best course of action.

So, exactly how does one become an LDS motivational speaker?

Suggestions?

Oh, and if anyone in the greater Seattle area is looking for one—I may just be available.

Anonymity

You might have noticed: my anonymity is something that I guard—fiercely. Why? Who cares? Does it matter if my you out in blogger land know who I am? What if people from my the real world know my blog? Honestly, I can say that things would have been far less, erm, interesting had PuppyDogsAndBows had access to my blog. Far less interesting.

One of my coworkers learned that I blog, and since I wouldn't tell him my url it's now his goal (I'm not really sure how serious a goal it is) to find this blog. Well, I hope when he does he comments. That'll be fun! Good luck, man.

And Racism

I didn't tell you the whole story. The painting I sold last month entitled "Cigar Smoke" was only half of the tale. When describing what he wanted his painting to look like it would go in a room which "looks like it should smell like cigar smoke" my customer actually elaborated further by proclaiming "and racism!"

Initially, I was quite uncomfortable with his description. I mean, the description is quite vivid, and we all know what he's talking about, but to paint a picture for that sort of environment is, well, frankly, off putting. (Caveat here: while he's not racist, he wants the 'good ol' boy' sort of room that conjures up that image. You know that one, old leather furniture, a huge oak desk, etc, etc, etc.) Thus, I decided to focus on the first half of that description which gave us 'Cigar Smoke.' When I delivered it he was so excited by the name that he excitedly said, "Now I want 'racism!!'" I laughed.

Then, I got to thinking: how would I create a picture that would work in his desired environment and simultaneously portray my abhorrence for racism?

I figured it out. Then, I shared it with him, and begged him to let me do it. He's a bit nervous to drop some more dough on another painting. "On one hand, I want to pay you what it's worth (as it's only fair), but on the other, I don't know if I want to pay what you'll ask!" he told me frankly.

So, I didn't go to work on it.

Twice in the past couple of weeks he's asked me, "How's 'Racism' coming?" I have told him I'm not working on it.

Yesterday, I bought stretcher boards for the canvas, and barbed wire. Trust me, it'll tie in. I can hardly wait! I think I'll charge him the same (or maybe even a bit less) for this one. I really want him to have it.

Too Much Connectivity

The problem with the internet is it creates too much connectivity.

Yes, I just uttered the most unholy of phrases, two of them, to be precise, and then I mashed them together to make an more unholy phrase.

I realize that claiming there there is a "problem with the internet" could be seen as blasphemous. I mean, it's the internet, pervader of all that is information. And, anything that does that is, instantaneously, without reproach.

Additionally, how dare I suggest that there is such a thing as "too much connectivity." In a day where 12 year olds need their own cell phone, and we get annoyed if someone doesn't have theirs with them, how could there possibly be such a thing as being too connected?

Exhibit A:

I was talking to my sister today, she casually mentioned that she saw ExOfNote online Monday evening. She was on invisible, so he didn't see her, but she saw him. She also mentioned that she almost sent him a message asking how he's doing. She didn't. I'm immensely grateful that she didn't. He knows my phone number and a few of my email addresses. If he wants to talk to me, he knows good and well how to go about doing so.

Now, back to that too much connectivity thing: whatever happened to the days when people would break up, move across town from one another, alter their social groups and/or patterns, and never have to run into each other? Now, not only do you have to do all those other things, but you also have to change your email address if you want to ensure that you never run into each other. Frankly, changing an email address is more annoying than changing a physical address, if you ask me. Also, email addresses have a way of lingering long after you're gone.

Apparently he's alive, but I don't know how well. I asked her to not contact him unless he instigates it. She'll honor my request, and I doubt he'll reach out to her. I'm bothered by how that left me feeling so exposed, though.

I Hate Tom Shane

Edit: Apparently, I'm wrong. See this post for communication from the Shane Co. themselves. That said: why on Earth can this information not be found on their site with any degree of ease???

Why? Conflict-free diamonds? Nope. Not as far as I know. And, if not, why not?

In totally related news: I don't want a diamond in my engagement ring. I'm leaning more towards citrine or amber (for the orange side of things), or peridot for the green. Pretty, no? And clearly not a diamond.

InternBill suggested a conflict-free diamond as an option. But, honestly, why bother? Why not buck the whole forced rarity and go for a more fun and funky option?

Until they start advertising their conflict-free nature, I shall continue to hate on The Shane Co. and change my radio station every time Tom's stupid ads come on.

Fiercely Independent

Sine and I have suddenly started having heart to heart conversations. It's slightly odd. Earlier this week he told me that I'm "fiercely independent." While I agree, I think his choice of verbiage is an interesting one. The term 'fiercely' implies that it's something I hold onto almost jealously—as if I'm afraid that something will compromise that independence. Anyway, here's a snippet of our conversation.

Sine:
"I can describe you in two words: Fiercely Independent. I don't know anyone as independent as you. [The girl I dated this summer] is close, but she doesn't really hold a candle to you.. Independence is a good thing, it should be respected.. but unfortunately among most Mormon men, it's not. Most LDS men don't really want an intelligent, independent, witty woman... They want an intelligent, witty when asked, submissive woman..."

So, so, so, true on so, so, so many levels. My reply to that followed in book form as this:
"'Fiercely Independent—that's the second time in as many conversations that you've said that to/about me. Yes, I am independent. And, you're right: I'm probably one of the most independent women you'll ever meet—especially in the Church. I like your summation of what LDS men expect from women, you have no idea how frustratingly true that observation is. Just when I think I've found a guy who might be able to handle being in a relationship with me he goes and lets me down and expects me to submit to him in some undesirable fashion, as if that were my role. That said: I don't want to 'wear that pants' in my relationships. I want to be equally yoked. Both people bring strengths and weaknesses to relationships, your partner should complement that. Sometimes, I want him to wrestle control from me and tell me how it is, and sometimes I want to wrestle the same from him. But, mostly, I want us to be together in the ship. Bailing water simultaneously and equally feverishly when we're taking it on, and paddling at the same rate and in the same direction when we're not."

More than the befuddling part of that 'fiercely independent' statement; I'm really pleased with those last few sentences describing my ideal relationship. Indeed, more than anything, I want to be equals with my partner. Sometimes, I really do want him to wrestle control from me and tell me how it is, and sometimes I want to wrestle the same from him. But, mostly, I want us to be together in the ship. Bailing water simultaneously and equally feverishly when we're taking it on, and paddling at the same rate and in the same direction when we're not.

I should publish that somewhere.

Oh, my entire blog is copy written. Step off.

Con

Went to Con again this weekend. Had a total blast!

There was an incident involving an NBC reporter. See the youtube video below.



Frankly, in my opinion, while many of the hecklers behaved amazingly immaturely I completely agree with the sentiment. As members of the community we rely heavily on trust at Def Con. Sure, we guard our identities pretty closely, but there's still a level of trust. Violating that trust and being subversive about the whole thing is just bad karma.

Oddity

InternBill heads home this weekend. I'm going to be sad to see him go. We had a lot of fun this weekend, and that was good and all, but, well, I don't know, I feel a bit odd about him leaving. Almost like I missed an opportunity, but, there wasn't really an opportunity that I'm not having. I don't really know how to say what I'm thinking. Well, how's that for a pointless ramble?

Photo

At the concert tonight InternBill took a snap of me. The angle and the way I'm standing make it look like I'm trying to enhance the size of my chest. While that wasn't the case, it certainly was the end result, and, if I do say so myself, not too shabby. ;)

Date?

Last week InternBill asked me if I wanted to go to a concert with him tonight. He said he had 2 more tickets, and asked if I knew anyone who might want to join us. I said I might, and asked how much the tickets cost. Only at that point did he tell me. Given our friendship and the fact that we talk about other people we've dated / may want to date I wasn't really sure this was going to be a date. The plan was to bring money for the ticket and give it to him when he asked, but operate on assumption that it was a date and he was paying.

We ended up going with some other interns, and had a great time!

As we were arriving he gave the other two guys their tickets and asked for the money for their tickets. Then he gave me mine, no mention of money. Not bad.

We really enjoyed ourselves. At one point I ended up tossing grass at him (we were on a lawn), which he returned in my general direction via my hair. Good times. One of the interns was kind of behind us and a little louder than under his breath admonished us to "get a room." I think that was the first time I was ever told to do so! Sheesh! InternBill didn't quite catch it, so he asked what was said, the reply, "Nothing" was mumbled. Nice. I pretended I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. We continued flirting, but, that was that.

At the end of the evening he drove me home and dropped me off. I haven't quite figured out how to invite him in. I don't know if I ever will. I mean, he leaves for home in a little over a week (maybe 2 weeks, does it really matter?), and, while I might see him when he comes back to InternetCompany (he's thinking he will), I certainly don't have any intentions of waiting around for him to (a) grow up; or (2) become Mormon.

But, heck, if he wanted to make out with me sometime in the next two weeks I probably wouldn't say no. Yeah. Right.