“Sanity is a valuable possession;
I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.
I save it, so I will have enough, when the time
comes.”
~~Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Hi all,
As tomorrow is Memorial Day in the U.S., I'd like to take
a moment to remember those who have served their country
and especially those who have been injured or
killed. TBAA reminded us so often that God gifted us
with freedom. Unfortunately, sometimes humans aren't
so generous. I'm so grateful for those who have
given of themselves to defend freedom and return it to
those who have been robbed of it. May God bless them
and their loved ones.
Due to the holiday, I'll be spending a little extra time
with my family so, as I've done often before, I'm relying
on my younger self to write the bulk of this
newsletter. Enjoy!
At least it's not gold and a guy's watch like someone
else's... Mine's silver and has the moon on the face. But
it's pretty. At least on the website, hope I'm not
disappointed when it gets here.
I just needed something. A third $10 purse clip-on watch
broke a couple weeks ago. J can testify to that. I think
she may have seen K and I passing around the broken-off
piece of the watch that ended up being our decrepit, but
still functioning, timepiece at the Ren Faire. Now it's
not working at all. So at least I needed a watch and
didn't just buy it just because.
I'm feeling: confused
Me in 2017:
I miss that watch... I haven't worn it in ages
because it stopped working. I tried to replace the
battery but no such luck. I should try again.
It was really lovely with a revolving disk that changed
with the time of day. And, yes, it was a very nice
reminder of our lovely angel. What's cool is that
since the whole Steampunk thing came around, pocket
watches aren't quite so hard to find. I ended up
with three.
05:10 pm October 23rd, 2003
So, I just bought a wedding dress...
Okay, so not only did I buy the pocket watch. Today I also
bought another Halloween costume. It's this gorgeous ivory
princess dress. Actually, if I get married with in the
next two years (right...) I'll just use it for that. :-)
Normally I wouldn't be like this but for some reason I'm a
Halloween addict this year. Plus I got a tuition refund
from school and I always try to use a portion of that for
something spontaneous and put the rest away. And I figure
I didn't go to a single formal dance all of high school so
I'm just making up for prom. Okay, need to stop justifying
this. :-)
I'm feeling: happy
Me in
2017:
I love that dress... But I never did end up
wearing it for a Halloween costume because I'm scared
of something happening to it. If I ever do get
married, it's definitely in the running for being The
Dress. Occasionally, I'll imagine JenniAnn
wearing it and dancing with Andrew. :-)
Everyone told me I'd regret not going to prom
eventually. So here I am all these years later
and... I still don't regret not going to prom.
01:05 am October 24th, 2003
Heck, I don't even know the subject
So... In a mood. Can't quite figure out what the mood
is... I watched "I Love the 80s Strikes Back". Left before
1987 really got under way. The opening segment is about
BatB and somehow it didn't seem like a good idea to see
that right now.
I've noticed that not one since the beginning of September
have I even jokingly tried to blame my life's problems on
Vincent. Okay, well I think once I blamed my book
obsession on him. But that's legit and positive. But I
mean I've not blamed him for A. My fear of biological
technological advancements, B. My relationship problems,
C. My over-indulgent stance towards moodiness, D. Or
whatever the heck I used to blame him for. I can't even
remember now. I thought it was a sign that I was starting
to take responsibility for my own problems. But really I
think it's more I've found a new scapegoat. And one that
actually makes sense.
The irony of this all is that I've become more like him
even as he became less "there". I'm not agoraphobic or
anything but I've noticed lately I'd much rather be home.
I've not even been to the theatre except when I've had to
for class. Even while at home, I'm spending more time just
alone in my room. And lost in books and stories and
fictional people. And even the pacing has come back.
That's another thing I used to blame on him. I paced
constantly as a child. No one else in my family did. He
did. And then it stopped for years but now it's back.
And hyper-sensitive but yet totally unable to express it.
I feel like I should cry sometimes but I can't. Not since
the night I saw that picture of the Grim Reaper on one of
my class books and began sobbing and declared Andrew was
dead. That kind of stuff. A picture caused me to start
sobbing! I mean if a kid dressed as a Grim Reaper comes to
the door am I going to have a mental breakdown and have to
be hauled into St. Joe's in costume!? The smallest thing
can make me deliriously happy but then I'll be very sad
later. And worse yet sometimes they come from the same
source. TBAA could make me giggle and feel creative and
energetic... or it could send me into some sort of maudlin
episode leading to me mourning something I can't quite
name or sense really. I'm tempted to say I just miss the
show but that seems way too simple. And a little delayed.
I thought maybe it was all this stuff my friend's going
through and that TBAA reminds me of it because that was
what I was into when we met. But that doesn't seem right
either. Who knows.
I'm feeling: blah
Me in
2017:
Ha. And now I've even told Ron Perlman himself
that he's responsible for my book obsession and he
happily took credit. He's so cool. But
that's probably the only thing about me that I can
truly "blame" on Vincent or the man who played
him. And it's not even so much my love of books
in general as it is my love of "the canon." I'd
devour The Babysitter's Club and Sweet
Valley Twins but Vincent got me to read Dickens
and Shakespeare and so on. What my younger self
seemed unable to grasp is that like attracts like
sometimes. I was drawn to Vincent because I was
a moody person with big emotions at the time. I
wouldn't say he made me emotional... only that he made
me feel less alone in that place. Truth be told,
if you take out the whole beast thing and the penchant
for killing bad guys, Vincent is probably the TV
character I'm most like and that's just me... not who
I became because of him.
Sometimes rereading these entries feels like reading
the memoirs of a stranger. I have no
recollection of what this friend I mention was going
through. As for wanting to be home, I think that
was just me starting to become an adult. It's
mind-boggling to me that I used to sometimes be on my
college campus from 7 something in the morning to
almost 9 in the evening. No wonder I wanted to
be home when I could be! Nowadays I get out of
sorts if I have to stay an hour late at work.
I think I was so emotional about TBAA because it felt
like such an end of an era. I don't just mean
with TBAA itself. Things just felt like they
were changing, becoming less optimistic. Between
9/11 and the sex abuse scandal in the Catholic Church,
fewer places felt safe. TV didn't have those
shelters like TBAA anymore. I think I maybe also
had a sense that I would never love anything
media-wise as purely as I loved BatB and TBAA. I
think that's true. I've gotten interested in
other things since but when you're following the shows
on Twitter and think pieces are popping up everywhere,
it kinda takes the magic away. I'd find it
harder and harder to get immersed. So I think
maybe the bittersweetness came from still enjoying
TBAA but also knowing that it was likely going to be
the last show I'd ever be so invested in.
01:07 pm October 24th, 2003
The JABB archives are done!!
5800+ posts later, I now have them all saved! Just in case
Yahoogroups folds or anything... :-)
I'm feeling: accomplished
Me in
2017:
The program I used to use to back-up YahooGroups
busted and so now that's one chore of my plate.
I just thought this was funny because with all the
changes going on at Yahoo, I still wonder if YG is
going to fold. Don't worry, members! If it
did, I'd figure something else out.
05:25 pm October 25th, 2003
Great and now I'm hallucinating!
Okay, so I was just scanning this article in EW about
"Joan of Arcadia". They alluded to TBAA and the cast. I
noticed it and thought "Wow, it's nice they remembered to
mention John for once." Looked back. There was no mention
of John Dye! Just Della Reese and Roma Downey. I
apparently added his name in myself. I think what I may
have done is seen the name Joan and read it as John?
Maybe? Yeah, that's gotta be it. And maybe the words rye
or lye or bye or eye was near it? :-)
I'm feeling: confused
Me in
2017:
:-( That still makes me mad/sad at how often
John's name was omitted in articles about TBAA.
I mean, yeah, I get that he wasn't in the first season
and a half but he was around for the bulk of it!
As for me "hallucinating" it, after years of
proofreading, I understand how sometimes what you
"read" has less to do with what's on the page and more
to do with what you expect to see on the
page/screen. That's why it's so hard to edit
your own work.
09:16 pm October 25th, 2003
Grr... Bouncing Yahoogroups members
Can someone please tell me, truthfully, whether this is
the fault of AOL or Yahoogroups? First, we're not getting
our email. Now a lot of AOL members on JABB have had their
accounts deactivated because they were bouncing messages.
One of my own accounts did this! AOL tells me to have
Yahoo contact their postmaster and so I did that but do
you really think anything will come of it?! Grr... I want
to leave AOL but I check my Yahoogroups email through my
Yahoo account anyway. My leaving AOL will not help me get
back the members we'll probly lose over this.
I'm feeling: angry
Me in
2017:
Haha, AOL... Wow.
I only put this post in because, seriously, as of just
a week or so ago, YG is still doing weird stuff.
12:03 am October 26th, 2003
The Velveteen Rabbit
Just reread it all because a small section of it is my
inspiration for something I'd like to do next on JABB. But
I'd forgotten most everything except that part. Totally
cried at the end. Such a great book. Really makes me wish
I was 5 again. Or at least completely with out
responsibilities so I could fully indulge that side of me.
But then that probly wouldn't be good in excess...
I'm feeling: emotional
Me in 2017:
No, probably not. I remember the days when
JenniAnn used to, lovingly but not entirely
flatteringly, call Andrew her Skin Horse.
Sometimes I kinda miss writing those stories when
they weren't so settled and comfy with each
other. Ah well.
03:43 pm October 27th, 2003
My weird pocket watch dream last night
Okay, so in real life I ordered a pocket watch last week.
It's silver and shows the moon phases and is really pretty
feminine. Last night I dreamed it had arrived in the mail.
I opened the package and was surprised because the watch
was gold and kinda clunky and big. And a kind of faded
gold at that. So I thought "Huh, well I guess this is
okay. Andrew's was gold." That I said that alone is weird
cause, Andrew or no, I don't really like gold all that
well. I deliberately picked a non-gold one for that
reason. Anyhow, back to the dream. Then I had a hard time
getting the cover to come off the watch. Finally, after
pushing hard on the button at the top I got it open. The
moon phases weren't there at all. Further, neither were
the numbers! I'm pretty sure the hands were there, though.
I think it was just one of those weird, random ones. I
don't feel compelled to look for any really deep meaning
here. I just hope my actual watch is silver. And pretty.
Cause this busted up one clipped to my purse isn't cool.
I'm feeling: curious
Me in 2017:
I really, really wanted that pocket watch!
Happily, when it arrived, it was silver and had
the phases of the day. Yay. I did end
up getting a gold one, eventually, with a lion's
face on the front. That time I really wanted
the gold hue because lions are gold/brown.
Now it reminds me of Aslan AND Andrew. I
wish more stuff I wore had pockets...
12:01 am October 29th, 2003
Fake me needs a fake neighbor
I really think Dyeland City needs a guest house by the
castle. And someone to live there. I mean how crazy is it
that Lady JA and Andrew get left alone in a city? I mean
obviously nothing is going to happen. But it looks weird.
"Gee, who should be Andrew's sole neighbor? I know! Let's
make it be the psycho drama queen who is in love with
him." WHAT!? Granted, that was accidental. Other people
used to live there.
I'm willing to dispense my disbelief plenty on the email
list. But that's a bit much... This is, of course, all
ridiculous. But I'm soo tired but I can't go to sleep yet
cause my blanket is in the dryer. Why I decided to wash it
an hour ago is beyond me. It wasn't dirty or anything.
Sigh... Okay, need to find something to keep me awake for
an hour.
I'm feeling: crazy
Me in 2017:
Giggle. And now they're in the same
castle... in the same room. I still get hung
up on whether or not stuff in Dyeland stories
seems psychologically plausible. Looking
back, Andrew and JenniAnn being alone in Dyeland
probably made sense. I mean it's not like
anyone should have uprooted their lives just to
babysit them. I sometimes wonder if younger
me woulda been kinda scandalized about the
direction the Dyeland stories eventually
took. Hopefully not. But maybe!
10:40 pm October 29th, 2003
Pocket watch is here!
Yay! No longer have to look at old clip-on watch that the
cover broke off of leaving jaggedy hinges! And, since the
pocket watch has moon phases on it, if I'm ever locked in
a room with no windows I'll be able to tell whether it 3
AM or 3 PM still! Yay! :-)
I'm feeling: excited
Me in 2017:
I'm really confused about why I kept saying "moon
phases." It has a sun on it, too. Oh
for the days when ordering something was a rare
treat! Amazon Prime has completely spoiled
me.
12:00 pm October 30th, 2003
Fun work day
I remember a teacher telling me about a "60 Minutes" where
they went to this government office in charge of, like,
tea-inspection. Cause apparently way back when that was a
concern. It no longer is but they still put people there.
They just showed these guys who spent whole days in their
office building models and rubber band balls and crazy
stuff like that. Cause they had to be there to get paid
but while there there was nothing to do.
Sorta feel like that today. Granted, I did recheck a
couple pages of a spreadsheet earlier. But then I IMed
with C for a while about what we would do if Jesus showed
up at our party tomorrow. Decided it would be awesome if
he dressed up as Gandalf or Harry Potter. Course, will not
hold anything against him if he doesn't show up. :-) Then
IMed with a JABB member re: email problems and just basic
chat for a few minutes. Checked email numerous times, sent
a couple emails. Finished reading homework. Completed
mapping exercise for next speech. Am eating lunch. Oh, did
make out some time sheets! Brainstorming topic for theatre
paper. I'm not complaining, just being amused. For the
record, I was pretty much busy here all of Monday and
Tuesday. :-)
I'm feeling: amused
Me in 2017:
He was there. We just couldn't see
Him. :-) But, seriously, I'm afraid
that if Jesus really did show up, I'd hand Him a
bowl of Froot Loops... after the initial shock
wore off, of course. And, for the record, I
see Jesus as much more of a Sirius-type than a
Harry-type, physically. He can even turn
into animals!
IMing... Does AOL Instant Messenger still
exist? I can remember long, long hours of
chatting with JABBers on AIM. I miss doing
that but it gets much harder when people become
adults with full-time jobs!
I also think it's kinda interesting how much more
JABB was a part of my school-life than it is my
work-life. Even when I have slow days at
work, I find it difficult to focus on JABB.
I think because I prefer to work on JABB when I'm
reasonably sure I won't be distracted. In
any case, I still sometimes find JABB-related
notes in old purses or notepads that I think I
likely jotted down in between classes or during
the aforementioned work study job.
09:35 pm October 30th, 2003
When the AOL Welcome Screen Attacks!!
Okay... See, when I get online to send JABB I'd really
rather not see some guy dressed up as Jesus, with a chain
around his neck, eye swollen shut, looking like hell. It
occurs to me it's probably not good to refer to even a
fake Jesus as "looking like hell". But that's it. If what
happened to him wasn't hell... Anyway.
I'm not sure I'll be able to sit through that movie. The
Mel Gibson one. It's one thing to read what happened but
to see it... Even for fake. I've always been protected by
network executives or church leaders or whomever sits
there and censors everything down to PG-13, usually PG.
Okay... Everything's all right... I just didn't expect
that.
I'm feeling: sad
Me in 2017:
And then, as it turned out, The Passion of the
Christ was one of the least emotionally
effective Jesus movies for me. But I won't
go into that. It did teach me that my
imagination is much worse than what usually ends
up on screen. So when I actually saw the
movie, it was tamer than I expected.
The reason I put this entry in is I just think
it's kinda poignant that I went from the reaction
above to actually writing multiple Crucifixion
accounts *in* JABB. Whatever my younger self
would have felt about modern-day Andrew and
JenniAnn, I really think she'd be a bit taken
aback by how Joshua came to be so central.
But happy about it!
12:39 pm November 1st, 2003
Halloween party review
All in all, very fun. Everyone's costumes were cool. We
watched "Signs" and "Hocus Pocus" and parts of "Goonies"
and "Casper". Grandma brought over pizza and breadsticks
and salad and lasagna and dessert stuff... That was on top
of the cookies and pie and ice cream and chips and dip
(which we never even got to!) I bought. So tons of food. A
good amount of trick-or-treaters. Enough to be fun but not
so many as to be annoying while trying to watch movies.
I have come to the conclusion I'm going to have to get C
to move off of the "Andrew's not real" cracks. No kidding!
You mean he only ever showed up inside that metal and
glass box with the screen in the living room for a
reason!? And here I just thought he enjoyed it in there!
It was funny the first couple times but geez. It's gonna
get old fast. It's mostly just annoying but it's also kind
of hurtful. She knows exactly why Andrew all of a sudden
came back. I thought that made it pretty obvious that
maybe my friends need to be careful about him. But maybe
not. Just because it's crystal clear to me and that K
seems to have grasped it, doesn't mean everyone has. The
way I see it, if he saves me some therapy bills then I
don't care what he is! And I am that serious about this.
But she was only at the party for two hours and most of
that was spent watching a movie or eating. So minimal
problems with that last night.
Before she got there, K realized her camera battery was
dead so we ran to our grocery store in costume to get one!
LOL! Then while trying to find a check out stand ran right
into each other! It was really funny.
Anyway, think I will have some left-overs now! Nachos
maybe! Yum!
I'm feeling: good
Me in 2017:
I think it says something that I have no
recollection of "C's" teasing about Andrew.
Then again, I don't even really remember this
party that I was writing about. But, as
happened so often since 1996, Andrew had helped me
cope with some troubles in my life and it likely
wasn't the best time to be jokey about him.
In any case, I do have a general idea of various
friends informing me that Andrew wasn't real and
that I needed to find a *real* boy... which would
have made good sense if I'd really wanted a
boyfriend. Here and there, as I look at old
journals, it seems I did but then only a day or so
later, it seems I didn't. I think, then as
now, I was just fascinated by romance and a sort
of platonic ideal of it. Not in a fairy tale
sense but, well, basically what Dyeland
became. I wanted to think about couples who
maybe had problems, serious and sometimes ugly
problems, but eventually dealt with them in a sort
of perfect way.
Maybe I can blame Vincent for that. :-)
09:16 pm November 2nd, 2003
This week by the numbers
7- Number of mood swings experienced today. Ranging from
excited to angry to depressed to sentimental
1- Number of times this week I mistakenly thought John Dye
had come to an unfortunate end (It was an IM
miscommunication with a friend. I posted about Andrew, she
posted about John Ritter, the two IMs crossed and I
thought she meant Dye not Ritter because it came up after
I posted about Andrew. It was tense minute there!)
2- Number of "shocking" news items about Jesus I read this
week
.5- Number of seconds I spent shocked at idea of Jesus
being married
80- Number of minutes spent speculating about why I am no
longer shocked by that idea
60- Number of minutes I spent shocked after seeing photo
of Jim Caviezel dressed as tortured Jesus.
1- Number of times got kicked off of AOL while writing
this
20- Number of cookies eaten this week. (Yikes!)
5- Number of TBAA episodes viewed
3- Number of paragraphs written about what Andrew as
symbol means in my dreams
4- Number of theories developed concerning that
4- Number of times yelled at family members for leaving
front door unlocked
1- Number of times I thought I lost my pocketwatch only to
find it hanging off the doorknob on Andrew's door (how
appropriate).
5- Numbers of loads of laundry done
I think that was pretty much my week!
I'm feeling: amused
Me in 2017:
I almost struck the second item on this
list... I'd completely forgotten about
that... not about John Ritter dying, just that for
a brief space of time, I thought John Dye
had. Maybe that was why I spent part of the
day after he did pass away thinking it was all
just a misunderstanding and something had gotten
lost in Internet translation. But, of
course, that wasn't the case.
On a lighter note, as recently as this Easter, CNN
published a list of shocking truths about Jesus
that were... very much not shocking. Jesus
may have worked with stone more than He actually
worked with wood? OMG! Call the
Vatican! We have a crisis on our
hands. ;-) And, just to clarify, I
don't believe Jesus ever got married. But I
do find the idea less crazy-making than I once
did.
Watching 5 TBAA episodes in one week...
Lucky, lucky girl! Really hoping I can watch
an episode tonight but not sure that'll happen for
me...
12:47 am November 5th, 2003
I'm ruined! Ruined I tell ya!
In one of the columns in our local paper (authored by
Rainbow Rowell) yesterday I read: "And if you read 'Pride
and Prejudice' before high school, you'll be ruined for
boys until college."
Yes, Mr. Darcy does have that effect. But, really, I think
I could have made it through that relatively okay. But
this Andrew thing has ruined me and I'm almost out of
college!
I realized this for sure when:
A. Was watching "Scrubs" and realized that while Dr. Cox
remains my favorite character I no longer have a crush on
him.
B. I haven't watched a Colin Firth movie in quite some
time, although I'm seeing "Love Actually" for sure. It
looks good and sappy.
C. So I'm at school today meeting with a group for my
speech class, listening to the leader of our group who is
a blonde guy with green eyes (I think) named Andrew. And
all I keep thinking is "Shut up! Shut up! Let's get this
over with, I wanna go home and watch TBAA!" It had been a
14 hour day so... Normally, wouldn't I have wanted to try
and get to know this real Andrew? I'm just telling myself
that it's because he's actually slightly younger than me
and I have the whole older men thing... And cause he seems
a little too... well, opposite of moody. Just like he has
one low-key way to be. I realize, of course, that it is
grossly unfair to say that about someone you only know
from a class. I'm not saying it's true just that it's all
I know. And, of course, I find people attractive based on
what I know.
So basically I have formed a monogamous crush on a
fictional character!! LOL
Okay, so maybe am not damaged. But surely I should have
formed a crush on someone real at this point. Anyone. Oh
well, don't want a boyfriend anyway! :-)
I'm feeling: amused
Me in 2017:
Ha. I remember that guy. And I
actually don't think I even knew for sure that
he was younger than me, just that he was a
year behind me. Since I started
Kindergarten at 5, it was always possible that
someone who started at 6 would be a year
behind me but slightly older.
Anyway... I didn't realize that even
back in college I was starting to think that I
really didn't want a boyfriend.
In any case, I think I did right sticking with
the fictional Andrew. Dyeland still
brings me a lot of joy and peace. If I'd
dated the real Andrew, supposing he'd even
been interested, we likely would have broken
up long ago. And then maybe I never
would have written for Joshua.
::shudders::
12:47 am November 7th, 2003
Preventative measures...
I should go to sleep like now. I'm in the same sort of
mood that gave birth to the Door. And I really don't want
to wake up tomorrow and discover I have clip art of like
tool belts or leather jackets or pocketwatches or certain
sweaters or flannel shirts or baseball bats or umbrellas
or... the like hanging from my ceiling mobile-style.
I'm feeling: crazy
Me in 2017:
Thankfully, I never did end up hanging
Andrew-themed paraphernalia from the
ceiling. But if anyone figures out how
to hang candles from the ceiling a la
Hogwarts... lemme know! I really, really
want to do that. With LED candles,
naturally.
01:17 am November 8th, 2003
Grrr!!! Andrew is haunting me!
All right... So I had this post all typed up about how I
was glad I completely understood now that actors were not
their characters cause I'm angry at Andrew and would feel
really bad if that also entailed me being angry at John
Dye. Which, at some point in my past, it probably would
have. Cause I have nothing against JD and would really not
want to be sending him angry vibes. Not that I'm sure I
believe in that kind of stuff. But anyway, that was the
original post.
Then I started in with a rant against Andrew. Had about
one sentence left and get kicked! Lose it all! No more
apologetic to JD. No more rant against Andrew!
Last time I tried it I had to stop because the Halloween
tree spontaneously fell to the floor, causing ornaments to
fly everywhere on the floor just as I was about to start
the Rant Proper.
Then a time before that got mad, tried to cover Door with
a curtain and the bloody curtain wouldn't stay up no
matter what I did. Finally did get it up only to realize
some pictures had still managed to peek through. So that
was probly my fault but I was no where near that tree when
it fell! Grrrrrrr... Just let me rant in peace!!! Is that
an oxymoron?
Great and now I don't feel like ranting.
I'm feeling: annoyed
Me in 2017:
Rereading these makes me believe even more
that I had some sort of delayed psychological
puberty. I went through the other parts
at the average age but it seems like it wasn't
til I hit my late teens, early twenties that
my hormones and moods were all over the
place! I sometimes wonder if some of the
things I experienced then, like the falling
Halloween tree, weren't just proof of the idea
that poltergeists are no more than the psychic
energy of highly emotive people.
In any case, I think my real problem then was
an inability to tell the difference between
what I really wanted and what I thought I
wanted because society/specific people thought
I should want it. I think I was angry at
Andrew because he wouldn't get out of my head
and I couldn't date when I was hung up on him.
But it turns out I didn't want to be a
girlfriend.
I wanted to be a hobbyist writer! And
the only real boy I need in my life, at least
for right now, is a whiny, co-dependent hound.
And, for the record, I do believe in sending
good thoughts to people. But I don't
believe you can cause any sort of harm to them
by feeling anger or whatnot towards one of
their characters. I mean look at how
long Christopher Lee lived after playing so
many dastardly characters!
Anyway, I'll leave it there for now!
This newsletter is dedicated to John Dye for
inspiring so many good things in my
life. I know I'm far from the only one
who feels that way! JABB Portal JABB
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