McCain's campaign bus, driving into downtown Boston. Didn't hear that
he was visiting today--maybe making a call on Ted Kennedy?
June 11, 2008
McCain in Boston?
McCain's campaign bus, driving into downtown Boston. Didn't hear that
he was visiting today--maybe making a call on Ted Kennedy?
June 9, 2008
Leif
something caught my eye today. Leif Erikson had a Guy Fawkes mask in
his hand. Maybe the protesters working against Scientology? Time will tell.
April 1, 2008
what the flim-flam flannigan?
oh my, words can't express my joy at seeing this. apparently it's a finnish band, backed up by the red army, singing "sweet home alabama"--awesome!
March 16, 2008
why did I ever take a Sunday job?
Woke up this morning, Sam and I did our usual Sunday morning tradition--a good breakfast, drinking coffee while reading the paper, afterwards settling down to catch up on whatever reading we didn't get to over the week. A quiet time, well spent. It's times like these I can't believe I got a Sunday job.
I've had the first week at my new job as the Library Assistant at the Simmons School of Management. The most demanding part of my job so far? Getting to know everyone by name; remembering names is something I've always struggled with (when I was younger I even had trouble keeping my aunt's & uncle's names straight) but I'm getting better at it. Have no idea how Sam remembers the names of all the children she teaches--imagine, she has two schools full of children, from first to fifth grade, whose names she remembers. Amazing!
We'll be celebrating St. Patrick's Day tonight, since I'll be in class tomorrow evening, so that means I have to get around to making the beef stew before I go to my job in a few hours. But it also means I'll have a great stew and a couple of pints waiting for me when I get home.
I've had the first week at my new job as the Library Assistant at the Simmons School of Management. The most demanding part of my job so far? Getting to know everyone by name; remembering names is something I've always struggled with (when I was younger I even had trouble keeping my aunt's & uncle's names straight) but I'm getting better at it. Have no idea how Sam remembers the names of all the children she teaches--imagine, she has two schools full of children, from first to fifth grade, whose names she remembers. Amazing!
We'll be celebrating St. Patrick's Day tonight, since I'll be in class tomorrow evening, so that means I have to get around to making the beef stew before I go to my job in a few hours. But it also means I'll have a great stew and a couple of pints waiting for me when I get home.
March 6, 2008
the wedding looms large
Sam and I are prepping for our upcoming wedding and one (large) part of it is selecting our "favorites" from the endless stream of music out there. For someone like me, that's a hell of a thing because there's no favorites, and half the music I pick is vetoed because it's not dance-worthy. Well, who can blame me when I can't dance?!? Like I'd know what people will dance to.
I'm going through my ipod in order to see what I like. Maybe that's the problem, I get stuck on songs that are sentimental for me, but when you're all boozy with emotions you're not thinking about people dancing--you're crying in your beer. I just need to surf the web and see what suggested lists are out there, I guess, because this whole process is getting the better for me and all I'm doing is finding music to put on my gym play list. And by the way, why the hell is there a lot of Elton John on the play list? Should I even mention that in public? Think I'll have to balance that with some Misfits . . . .
So now it's only 4 short months before the wedding. And then, the honeymoon! We'll be vacationing in the Canadian Rockies, with the centerpiece of our trip being a heli-hiking adventure for three days. Can't wait.
Music being on my mind, I want to post this song for my friend, Jess, who's got some questions of his own on the subject. Enjoy!
I'm going through my ipod in order to see what I like. Maybe that's the problem, I get stuck on songs that are sentimental for me, but when you're all boozy with emotions you're not thinking about people dancing--you're crying in your beer. I just need to surf the web and see what suggested lists are out there, I guess, because this whole process is getting the better for me and all I'm doing is finding music to put on my gym play list. And by the way, why the hell is there a lot of Elton John on the play list? Should I even mention that in public? Think I'll have to balance that with some Misfits . . . .
So now it's only 4 short months before the wedding. And then, the honeymoon! We'll be vacationing in the Canadian Rockies, with the centerpiece of our trip being a heli-hiking adventure for three days. Can't wait.
Music being on my mind, I want to post this song for my friend, Jess, who's got some questions of his own on the subject. Enjoy!
February 13, 2008
it ain't all that (but it may be a piece of apple pie)
Oh God, if only our politicians were as honest as Phillipe
January 9, 2008
oh no!
my friend ashley turned me on to the online comic (or webcomic, for you nerds out there!) achewood. it was listed as number one in time magazine's top ten graphic novels of 2007, but we won't mention the many ways in which it isn't a graphic novel--rather, i'll show you how awesome it is by posting my (so far) favorite stip! you lucky dog, you . . . but you will have to put up with blogger cutting off the edge (don't worry, you don't miss anything).
January 2, 2008
plug
After writing that last post I listened to the tracks Quinn has up on his MySpace site. I'd highly suggest checking them out by linking here. And listen to them all, there's not a bad one. There's never a bad one, just ones that go by the wayside. Quinn, when are we going to have another "Cousins & Friends" release? Just because this song was so good . . .
mario mind
Just wanted to post quickly to let everyone know that I've posted pics from our vacation to Indiana over Christmas, as well as some pics we took of our First Night experience in Boston. It was a lot of fun, saw a really odd band called Uncle Monsterface. The band caught my eye because of the blurb in the First Night events booklet:
Come and see a sock puppet rock band featuring songs about lobsters and outer space, giant projections for every song including enormous prairie dogs playing guitars, a dance contest between humanity and monster-kind, and a cover of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. Yes, the sock puppets are in the band.They play instruments, make telephone calls, and teach the world to love again. And they dance dance dance. Totally.
How could you pass up a chance to see that? Well, it was all that and a can of beans, I tell you what! They covered "Little Girls" by Oingo Boingo and it got all the prepubescent girls out of their seats and dancing in front of the stage for the rest of the night. The show climaxed with "Lobster Building," with the audience invited onto the stage for a fitful orgy of leg-kicking and fist-pumping. It rocked. Check out the YouTube video of it below.
The whole thing reminded me of another off-the-wall show I saw, which my friend Quinn Walker opened for. For a time, Quinn was opening for a family that integrated slideshows (presumably found in the trash or bought at garage sales) into their musical act. Ever heard of the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players? No? Big surprise, you're probably so uncool that you haven't heard of Uncle Monsterface either. Oh, you have? Then enjoy this, my friend!
To tell you the truth, the whole thing was a little creepy. The mother had made dolls that resembled her daughter, which she sold at the shows. The kid looked so bored you'd think she was doped up on lithium. But it was campy and that sold for a time in NYC.
And last, but certainly not least, what the heck does the title for this post mean? Mario mind?!? Well, it was a phrase coined by my very best friend, James Fegley, when we first got our Nintendo Entertainment System. James had been playing Super Mario Brothers at my house so much that he began to think of his environment in terms of the landscape in the game, which he then dubbed "mario mind." It plagued him in his sleep, it tormented him while he was awake. So now he doesn't play mario anymore. But I still do, and I've been playing Super Mario Galaxy nonstop on my wii. It rocks, but not as much as Uncle Monsterface!
Come and see a sock puppet rock band featuring songs about lobsters and outer space, giant projections for every song including enormous prairie dogs playing guitars, a dance contest between humanity and monster-kind, and a cover of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. Yes, the sock puppets are in the band.They play instruments, make telephone calls, and teach the world to love again. And they dance dance dance. Totally.
How could you pass up a chance to see that? Well, it was all that and a can of beans, I tell you what! They covered "Little Girls" by Oingo Boingo and it got all the prepubescent girls out of their seats and dancing in front of the stage for the rest of the night. The show climaxed with "Lobster Building," with the audience invited onto the stage for a fitful orgy of leg-kicking and fist-pumping. It rocked. Check out the YouTube video of it below.
The whole thing reminded me of another off-the-wall show I saw, which my friend Quinn Walker opened for. For a time, Quinn was opening for a family that integrated slideshows (presumably found in the trash or bought at garage sales) into their musical act. Ever heard of the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players? No? Big surprise, you're probably so uncool that you haven't heard of Uncle Monsterface either. Oh, you have? Then enjoy this, my friend!
To tell you the truth, the whole thing was a little creepy. The mother had made dolls that resembled her daughter, which she sold at the shows. The kid looked so bored you'd think she was doped up on lithium. But it was campy and that sold for a time in NYC.
And last, but certainly not least, what the heck does the title for this post mean? Mario mind?!? Well, it was a phrase coined by my very best friend, James Fegley, when we first got our Nintendo Entertainment System. James had been playing Super Mario Brothers at my house so much that he began to think of his environment in terms of the landscape in the game, which he then dubbed "mario mind." It plagued him in his sleep, it tormented him while he was awake. So now he doesn't play mario anymore. But I still do, and I've been playing Super Mario Galaxy nonstop on my wii. It rocks, but not as much as Uncle Monsterface!
December 19, 2007
yeah! I mean, no! I mean, whatever . . . .
After finding out that I've been turned down a third time for a pre-professional job at Simmons Library (third time's a charm!) I have to post something happy to the blog. So here it is, "Stairway to Heaven" condensed into a 2 min. 40 sec. 1964 Beatles-esque pop song. Enjoy!
December 11, 2007
my first official "shush"
Oh, glorious day! As of this moment, having just finished reading an article for Wednesday's Ya lit class, I am done with the semester. It certainly was a more intense semester than I had expected but well worth the hard work and effort. Not to mention the blood, sweat and tears. Man, what a great band.
All my crowing aside, I'm happy to have found the light at the end of the tunnel. I'll be using the time wisely, to finalize some wedding preparations, begin the process of looking for a job, visit family and friends in Indiana, and read a few good books. That doesn't mean I'm not hard at work, as I'm taking on extra hours to pad the wallet. And therein lies, ladies and gentlemen, the reason behind this post!
I've picked up an extra shift tonight, which is the day before finals for undergrads. The students are, understandably, both anxious and punchy--a regrettable side effect of the pressure they're all under. In this highly emotional state, many of the students have forgotten that two floors of the library are deemed "quiet" floors. You can't talk on your cellphone, you shouldn't be talking to your neighbor. That's all gone out the window now and it's up to me to put an end to it! And so I'll do, with a little humor. I found a couple of good pictures, so there'd be a little variation, and tried to make it as easily understood as possible. Can you tell me who the lady is? First one who gets it right earns a cookie!
All my crowing aside, I'm happy to have found the light at the end of the tunnel. I'll be using the time wisely, to finalize some wedding preparations, begin the process of looking for a job, visit family and friends in Indiana, and read a few good books. That doesn't mean I'm not hard at work, as I'm taking on extra hours to pad the wallet. And therein lies, ladies and gentlemen, the reason behind this post!
I've picked up an extra shift tonight, which is the day before finals for undergrads. The students are, understandably, both anxious and punchy--a regrettable side effect of the pressure they're all under. In this highly emotional state, many of the students have forgotten that two floors of the library are deemed "quiet" floors. You can't talk on your cellphone, you shouldn't be talking to your neighbor. That's all gone out the window now and it's up to me to put an end to it! And so I'll do, with a little humor. I found a couple of good pictures, so there'd be a little variation, and tried to make it as easily understood as possible. Can you tell me who the lady is? First one who gets it right earns a cookie!
December 6, 2007
I Hate Facebook
I just realized that I hate Facebook. It's a social networking site, more grown-up than MySpace because it started as a site networking around college connections. Here's how it works: I go to Simmons, so I belong to the Simmons Community first, then I can join any other communities that are listed as "open" (an example being the recently famous "1,000,000 Strong for Stephen Colbert"). And I could even go back and, if I had an email address for it, join IPFW's Community. Same goes for my high school. Haven't seen it stretch as far back as elementary school but, if that school gave you email addresses, it could conceivably happen.
But regardless, I still hate it. Here's some of the reasons why:
Now I know that there's a lot of people out there that enjoy Facebook. My friend, Ted Fehskens, and his family use it all the time. I watch them chat away with each other, sharing news about their life and links to funny web pages or clips. But I'm sure there'll come a time when they stop. To me, Social Networking sites are a fad. You start off at one site, have fun adding information about yourself and building up a group of friends--but then another site comes along that you think you'll prefer. So you switch and have to do it all over again. Maybe it's just the social network hermit in me, but I don't want to have to be that socially active. I have my group of friends and I know who they are. And I don't give a damn about telling you what my favorite movie is.
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But regardless, I still hate it. Here's some of the reasons why:
- If it's social networking, then why don't I talk to people on it? Most of the people I've befriended on it I never communicate with via Facebook. I see them at school, I talk to them over the phone, I email them if I have something to say. So I end up being their Facebook friend but never communicating with them through it.
- Since I don't use Facebook to communicate, what good is it for? Well, it could be used to share web-based information, multimedia, links, etc. But Facebook is a bit clunky for it. The YouTube videos are resized and very small. Embedding videos and links in Facebook's messaging service takes forever and causes frequent errors.
- Really, what good is it for? Hmm . . . it's good for stalking and making social situations awkward. See "How Your Creepy Ex-Co-Workers Will Kill Facebook" by Cory Doctorow from Information Week. I've got one person on my Facebook friends list that I can't wait to take off--but only after I know I won't see him anymore because I'd just rather not be asked the question "why did you take me off your list?"
- Is Facebook really that different from MySpace? Sure, you can't pimp your page but Facebook has a lot of crap that you can add on. Really, it would be better to describe this crap as tschoske--all it ends up doing is occupying space on my profile page. On Facebook, I have a zombie. It fights other zombies and gains points. But it's no fun to fight zombies--it's like playing text-based games but the text never changes, you just accumulate points. And there's no end to the crap that you can add on. If there's any difference from MySpace, it's that Facebook pages will never reek of a thirteen-year-old girl's bedroom, with loud clips of the latest pop songs blaring and bedazzled wallpaper blinging.
Now I know that there's a lot of people out there that enjoy Facebook. My friend, Ted Fehskens, and his family use it all the time. I watch them chat away with each other, sharing news about their life and links to funny web pages or clips. But I'm sure there'll come a time when they stop. To me, Social Networking sites are a fad. You start off at one site, have fun adding information about yourself and building up a group of friends--but then another site comes along that you think you'll prefer. So you switch and have to do it all over again. Maybe it's just the social network hermit in me, but I don't want to have to be that socially active. I have my group of friends and I know who they are. And I don't give a damn about telling you what my favorite movie is.
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November 27, 2007
where have you been?
Well, it sure was fun reading all of that YA lit but it's high time I posted to my blog about something other than lit reviews. So, nothing better than posting little bits of miscellany that's drawn my attention this past week or so!
I've gotten pulled into the World of Google recently, having iGoogled (creating a personal Google webpage), changed over to a gmail account (Google's web-based electronic mail), re-entered the world of chat with Google's gmail application, and begun an RSS reader (Really Simple Syndication--a way to organize and read blog postings without going to each individual blog). And that's not to mention that this blog is hosted by Google. "Egads, man!" you must be thinking, "why not marry it if you love it so much?!" Well, I just might . . . if I can find a state willing to wed man and technology.
All kidding aside, it is making me wonder what the implications are, of my creating a one-stop shopping area on the Internet, via Google. I certainly have been visiting Google more often, sometimes to the point of having a good portion of the time I'm on the Internet being centered on a service Google offers. What this must be telling Google about my Internet habits, I can only guess . . . .
What else have I been busy with? Reading blogs. Lots of blogs. Mainly about the iphone, which I'll go into in just a moment. But for something other than the iphone, this item about fan fiction (also called fanfic) that was posted to the blog Boing Boing caught my attention. Check it out!
So, back to the iphone. I'm in love with it--more like lust. Alana, Sam's sister, got one recently through her business and I got to play with it. Her son, Jordan, thinks it's magic and says "I want to play with magic, mommy" when he wants to see pictures or YouTube videos on it. How could you not want something that kids think is magic?
I've been trying to get Sam to not be dead-set against me buying a $400 frivolity. In order to win her over, I've been coming up with reasons why the iphone would help me out in my everyday life. Or even when it would help me in my not-so-everyday life. This post about how the author's iphone saved a friend's life is my most recent argument. It's a good read, actually (not like the usual "thank you iphone!" dreck that's out there) and it's written by a librarian who likes to hike (sound like anyone to you?).
I've gotten pulled into the World of Google recently, having iGoogled (creating a personal Google webpage), changed over to a gmail account (Google's web-based electronic mail), re-entered the world of chat with Google's gmail application, and begun an RSS reader (Really Simple Syndication--a way to organize and read blog postings without going to each individual blog). And that's not to mention that this blog is hosted by Google. "Egads, man!" you must be thinking, "why not marry it if you love it so much?!" Well, I just might . . . if I can find a state willing to wed man and technology.
All kidding aside, it is making me wonder what the implications are, of my creating a one-stop shopping area on the Internet, via Google. I certainly have been visiting Google more often, sometimes to the point of having a good portion of the time I'm on the Internet being centered on a service Google offers. What this must be telling Google about my Internet habits, I can only guess . . . .
What else have I been busy with? Reading blogs. Lots of blogs. Mainly about the iphone, which I'll go into in just a moment. But for something other than the iphone, this item about fan fiction (also called fanfic) that was posted to the blog Boing Boing caught my attention. Check it out!
So, back to the iphone. I'm in love with it--more like lust. Alana, Sam's sister, got one recently through her business and I got to play with it. Her son, Jordan, thinks it's magic and says "I want to play with magic, mommy" when he wants to see pictures or YouTube videos on it. How could you not want something that kids think is magic?
I've been trying to get Sam to not be dead-set against me buying a $400 frivolity. In order to win her over, I've been coming up with reasons why the iphone would help me out in my everyday life. Or even when it would help me in my not-so-everyday life. This post about how the author's iphone saved a friend's life is my most recent argument. It's a good read, actually (not like the usual "thank you iphone!" dreck that's out there) and it's written by a librarian who likes to hike (sound like anyone to you?).
November 12, 2007
Review: Twisted
Anderson, Laurie Halse (2007). Twisted. New York: Viking, 250 pages.
Summary & Evaluation: Tyler was the kid in school who was constantly picked on until he did the "Foul Deed"--but after paying his debt to society through community service and enduring the punishment of working as a landscaper over the summer, Tyler returns to school stronger than the bullies and with the new reputation that comes from perpetrating the "Foul Deed." Soon Bethany Milbury, the hottest girl in school--and unluckily for Tyler, the sister to Tyler's tormentor and daughter to the boss of Tyler's father--takes notice of Tyler and starts to come onto him. But after a bacchanal party, pictures of a dead-drunk and nude Bethany Milbury surface on the internet, and Tyler finds that his new persona and the "Foul Deed" begins to haunt him again as doubt is cast on his self-proclaimed innocence.
I thought Saint Iggy was a heart breaker, but this book almost had me in tears by its end. Laurie Halse Anderson takes Tyler from his previously wimpy and pariah-like figure, builds him up into someone seen as mysterious and dangerous by his classmates and sought after by the hottest girl in the school (isn't that what every teenage boy wants?), and then drives him right back down into the mud--even lower than he was when he started, more dejected and faced with a situation that seems like there's no way out of. Adding on to the already perilous situation of being accused of another crime, Tyler is forced into confrontation with his father, who cares more about his work than he does his family. Halse Anderson uses this situation in expert fashion, examining the character of such a man and his impact on his maturing son--a son who is physically stronger than his father, and is struggling to become emotionally stronger.
Booktalk Hook: When I got to the part of the book where Tyler almost commits suicide, the book had me reading as quickly as I could--it was such a perfect crescendo to the plot line, and I had no idea how it would play out. Would he do it? He certainly had reason enough to. For the booktalk, I'd have a hard time not reading pages 209-210, where this monumental struggle begins.
Summary & Evaluation: Tyler was the kid in school who was constantly picked on until he did the "Foul Deed"--but after paying his debt to society through community service and enduring the punishment of working as a landscaper over the summer, Tyler returns to school stronger than the bullies and with the new reputation that comes from perpetrating the "Foul Deed." Soon Bethany Milbury, the hottest girl in school--and unluckily for Tyler, the sister to Tyler's tormentor and daughter to the boss of Tyler's father--takes notice of Tyler and starts to come onto him. But after a bacchanal party, pictures of a dead-drunk and nude Bethany Milbury surface on the internet, and Tyler finds that his new persona and the "Foul Deed" begins to haunt him again as doubt is cast on his self-proclaimed innocence.
I thought Saint Iggy was a heart breaker, but this book almost had me in tears by its end. Laurie Halse Anderson takes Tyler from his previously wimpy and pariah-like figure, builds him up into someone seen as mysterious and dangerous by his classmates and sought after by the hottest girl in the school (isn't that what every teenage boy wants?), and then drives him right back down into the mud--even lower than he was when he started, more dejected and faced with a situation that seems like there's no way out of. Adding on to the already perilous situation of being accused of another crime, Tyler is forced into confrontation with his father, who cares more about his work than he does his family. Halse Anderson uses this situation in expert fashion, examining the character of such a man and his impact on his maturing son--a son who is physically stronger than his father, and is struggling to become emotionally stronger.
Booktalk Hook: When I got to the part of the book where Tyler almost commits suicide, the book had me reading as quickly as I could--it was such a perfect crescendo to the plot line, and I had no idea how it would play out. Would he do it? He certainly had reason enough to. For the booktalk, I'd have a hard time not reading pages 209-210, where this monumental struggle begins.
November 3, 2007
Review: Re-Gifters
Carey, Mike; Liew, Sonny; Hempel, Marc (2007). Re-Gifters. New York: DC Comics, 148 pages.
Summary & Evaluation: Dik Seong Jen, known as Dixie to her friends and classmates, has two monumental events to get through in the next couple of weeks--one, her crush, Adam, has invited her to his birthday party; and, two, the upcoming Hapkido martial arts tournament, which she and Adam will be participating in. Thinking that she has found the perfect birthday gift for Adam, Dixie gives him an expensive Hwarang warrior statue (using her money intended for the entrance fee for the tournament)--but Adam, clueless as ever, re-gifts it to his crush. Just before facing Adam in the Hapkido final, and torn about whether to throw the fight or not, Dixie is re-gifted the Hwarang statue and realizes that Adam doesn't care about her, leading her to defeat him in the tournament finals and begin dating Dillinger, the bad boy character that gave her the statue.
DC Comics' minx imprint intends to create graphic novels that appeal to a younger female audience and so far they've done a pretty good job, offering a unique and varied line of graphic novels. Re-Gifters is less cutesy than their past releases, because Dixie is a very aggressive character (her best friend says she's "as spiky as a porcupine") and a bit of a tomboy, but having such a character in the story shows that minx is not willing to stick to the norm. The story was enjoyable and I think that the re-gifting idea worked really well, with the sequence of givers and receivers driving the plot--and how embarrassing is it to get someone what you think is the perfect gift, then to be re-gifted it yourself? Perfect way of describing the awkwardness that is adolescence.
Booktalk Hook: If I were to booktalk this, I'd do it alongside either other minx offerings, or with other books that describe a similar situation, of love spurned. Or if I were doing it as a stand-alone booktalk, I'd have to start off by asking if they've ever re-gifted something, or if they've been the recipient of a re-gifted item.
Summary & Evaluation: Dik Seong Jen, known as Dixie to her friends and classmates, has two monumental events to get through in the next couple of weeks--one, her crush, Adam, has invited her to his birthday party; and, two, the upcoming Hapkido martial arts tournament, which she and Adam will be participating in. Thinking that she has found the perfect birthday gift for Adam, Dixie gives him an expensive Hwarang warrior statue (using her money intended for the entrance fee for the tournament)--but Adam, clueless as ever, re-gifts it to his crush. Just before facing Adam in the Hapkido final, and torn about whether to throw the fight or not, Dixie is re-gifted the Hwarang statue and realizes that Adam doesn't care about her, leading her to defeat him in the tournament finals and begin dating Dillinger, the bad boy character that gave her the statue.
DC Comics' minx imprint intends to create graphic novels that appeal to a younger female audience and so far they've done a pretty good job, offering a unique and varied line of graphic novels. Re-Gifters is less cutesy than their past releases, because Dixie is a very aggressive character (her best friend says she's "as spiky as a porcupine") and a bit of a tomboy, but having such a character in the story shows that minx is not willing to stick to the norm. The story was enjoyable and I think that the re-gifting idea worked really well, with the sequence of givers and receivers driving the plot--and how embarrassing is it to get someone what you think is the perfect gift, then to be re-gifted it yourself? Perfect way of describing the awkwardness that is adolescence.
Booktalk Hook: If I were to booktalk this, I'd do it alongside either other minx offerings, or with other books that describe a similar situation, of love spurned. Or if I were doing it as a stand-alone booktalk, I'd have to start off by asking if they've ever re-gifted something, or if they've been the recipient of a re-gifted item.
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