The Mario Movie with special guest Super Monkey 6
Mario is serious about many things.
New things of special note at Pete Dodd Dot Com (.us)
This heatwave is relentless. It’s making sitting in front of these monitors more painful than it really should be. But once I get focused onto something I can’t walk away from it. It’s a problem, really. Like yesterday, I got 2 hours of sleep at work. It was around 11pm last night that I decided to make this site and I was so exhausted but I couldn’t go to bed until it was at a certain level of functionality. I become obsessive with stuff like this, even when it’s really, really small things. Like that little piece of text in the upper right corner that says “A website on the internet about assorted things.” That sentence went through many rewrites… different locations in the header… etc. And in the end no one gives a shit about that sentence or where it’s located, in fact, there may be some that look at it and go “that’s dumb.” And that’s fine, it’s the process of doing this stuff that I find so enjoyable. Even if no one else gives a shit about my little sentence, I had fun spending 30+ minutes on getting it to the point where I was ok with it.
Video games fill the same void in my brain. I become very obsessive about finishing them and collecting these silly trophies in the game that aren’t real. But it’s not so much for my list of trophies, it’s more the voyage getting there. Having a goal and completing it. I know, it’s just a game, and this sounds insane… but that’s why I like them. I am a goal oriented person and video games are tailor made for folks like me.
That is neither here nor there, however. I just wanted to introduce ya’ll to some new features on this blog not on the other one. In the video a few posts down I go over what to expect content-wise, but there are some other cool things, like:
Ratings: Every post has a rating. You can rate any post I make out of 5 stars. You do not have to sign up and I cannot see who voted for what. So if you are my wife (hi Arnee!) and you want to rate a post a 1, you can, and i’ll never know it was you. Likewise everyone’s comments can be rated using a simple thumbs up/thumbs down system. Again, those ratings don’t tell you who made them so you can be a jerk without a care in the world.
And, like before, you DO NOT have to sign up for anything to leave a comment. You have to fill out like three fields and I think one asks for your email address, but it doesn’t even have to be a real address, you can type in Petesucks@lol.com and it will still post your comment. Sometimes, however, the spam filter will suck up a legit comment so if your comment doesn’t post right away that’s just the robot running this site being a jerk. I’ll fix it eventually.
Twitter feed: On the right side is my twitter feed. My twitter username is Pete_Dodd if you are on there and want to add me (and I’ll follow you back, of course). If you don’t know what twitter is you probably live under a rock, but it’s basically a weird combo of text messages and facebook. You have 140 characters to get your thoughts out. I enjoy it. Some hate it. In any case, my seven most recent tweets are in the upper right. Most of the time they will make no sense as I’m probably responding to someone else.
VodPod: On the right, below my twittererer, is VodPod. I am not a huge fan of the layout of the site, nor do I like the way that the widget looks on the page… but it’s a cool idea and I’m going to see if I use it or not. Basically what I do is point it at videos around the interwebs that I like and it will post my 5 most recent ones over there. So if I see a youtube video of a cat playing with an iPad while licking his anus, I can put it there and then you can watch it and wonder why I like videos like that. Thus far I’ve just used it to point at a few random videos I’ve made from my youtube channel… but eventually if I come across funny stuff it may end up over there. Or it might not.
Subscribe via email: This may have existed before and I just didn’t notice it. But, anyway, if you want email updates for when I post something new on the site (actual posts, new tweets/vodpod stuff won’t trigger it) just go to the bottom right and click the link and put your email address in. I highly doubt anyone will do this… it’s not the type of thing I would even do at some site I loved… but the option is there if you want it.
And that’s it so far. I hope to roll out some more neat little side things over time as I get better at the more technical side of things, but for now this is the feature set for PeteDoddDotCom(.us).
PeteDoddDotCom(.us) roadmap
I have been messing about with all these buttons and shiny knobs trying to get everything working correctly and thus far it’s been a bit tricky. I am having issues with the url i purchased (petedodddotcom.us) and having people who go to the old link (peteinalargeapple.wordpress.com) getting the new url. I am also working out video stuff, if i can post music, and other stuff.
I am also going to be writing about the wedding and honeymoon soon. It’s too fucking hot in this apartment to do that currently though. I am also sure i will be messing with the way this page looks and maybe scrapping this design entirely and trying something new. We’ll see.
The post below this has a video I made about why this site exists, it also has a cameo from Mario.
Here is a picture of a sunrise on the Atlantic ocean.
PeteDoddDotCom(.us) welcomes you to the future of everything
Why the name change? Why the stupid url? Why, petedodd, why? These answers and more in this video.
A more critical look at YellowBrickRoad
Pete Dodd preface: I spend the first several paragraphs explaining why I cannot fairly judge this movie and then for the rest of the post I enter full on critic mode about the movie. Score one for inconsistency! But I’m going to leave it how it is because the piece sorta flows. I intended to write a far more personal post and I will do that soon, but the movie affected me in a very movie-ish way, if that makes any sense, and I had to deconstruct it. Also, I am extremely vague about the plot and that is by design… I hope someday all of my friends get to see this movie and the less you know going in the better.
I kind of wanted to write a review of YellowBrickRoad this morning but after some serious thinking about it in the hotel shower I decided that is about impossible. Well, not impossible, I’m a decent enough writer that I could fudge it, but the movie is far too personal to me for a fair review. The people who worked on it are friends, they are people I grew to love in a very short period of time, they are people I play Words with Friends with (it’s an iPhone scrabble knockoff), people I follow on Twitter, people I’m getting married to in less than two months. Plus, I even spent a couple weeks helping out (read: carrying shit, setting up/deconstructing shit) while they plowed their way through the woods of northern New Hampshire. So there is no way I could write a fair review.
But that allows me to write something far more personal, which is exactly what I have this blog for.
I guess I should fill in some information to give a bit of perspective so this will actually make sense to everyone who is not me. YellowBrickRoad is a movie written and directed by Andy Mitton and Jesse Holland, longtime friends who went to Middlebury college together in Vermont. The movie takes place (and was shot) in northern New Hampshire. They leaned heavily on the university they went to for support, getting equipment, and a dedicated group of kids who were eager to make a movie. But they still needed a makeup artist… and that’s where tireless self promoter Arnee joined in. Andy and Jesse took a chance on Arnee who had done a ton of fashion work and some smaller films, but never a feature and never anything resembling a horror movie. And by extension Arnee took a chance on them, heading up to northern New Hampshire for a month with the promise of doing a movie and getting paid but knowing it could very quickly turn into a complete disaster on both of those fronts.
So the long/short of it is they made a movie. Hell, WE made a movie. I setup tents in the rain! I helped them block a scene at 3am. I’m taking credit for this shit too! But yeah, a movie was made, time passed by, it got into Slamdance, it got a very good reception. Arnee and I waited not so patiently for some sort of New York opening that still has yet to happen. But finally they brought the movie up to Middlebury college, a decent hike away from Brooklyn to be sure, but close enough that there was no way we were going to miss it. Jesus, it sure did take me a long time just to get to the movie in this post.
There is a critic trapped inside my body that I’m not all that excited about its existence. Sometimes it’s helpful, like when I had a job as a *critic* for the New Haven Advocate. But mostly it just gets in the way of my enjoyment of things. Years of working in a video store and watching more movies in half a decade than any normal person should watch in 30 years has taken it’s toll. In fact it has killed whole genres for me. SciFi, by and large, are terrible fucking movies. Now, good science fiction is absolutely amazing, but it’s so rarely good. It requires your brain to fill in the blanks far too much to be enjoyable. Another genre that I generally don’t like is horror. I can count the horror movies that I genuinely think are good movies on one hand.
Thankfully it seems as if Jesse and Andy have the same list in their head. Now, I’m going to guess they enjoy the genre far more than I do, but the top of their list just has to be The Shining. It has to be! (Jesse/Andy, if you are reading this and The Shining isn’t at the top of your list please don’t tell me, let me continue to live this lie). And as far as I’m concerned horror movies begin and end with The Shining. It’s an amazing fucking movie. It’s gorgeous, it’s creepy, it has amazing performances, it not only scares you as you watch it but it sticks with you for days, months, shit… years.
This is exactly what YellowBrickRoad does, it is on a very slow burn directly towards that fold in your brain that creeps you the fuck out. There is very little gore in the movie and what little gore there is often comes across as borderline ironic. The point of the movie is not to splatter blood all over the viewer like some sort of horror movie Gallagher show where instead of watermelon it’s brains being malleted. Nope, instead YBR is about a descent into madness, it’s about creeping you out instead of jolting you. It is a horror movie made by guys who clearly love the Coen brothers and David Lynch, without going too far into absurdist humor or just plain absurdity, in the case of Lynch. It touches on all of these things but it doesn’t bury itself underneath them. It is actually a quite restrained movie for a couple of first time film makers. They don’t throw the kitchen sink at you.
This restraint is a common theme through the whole movie. The performances are all very real and quite grounded. Obviously a movie about the decent into madness could be fraught with actors going apeshit on screen, sucking away the story to fulfill their own artistic egos by going completely over the top. But no one even approaches that, in fact there is a subtle sadness the actors exhibit as it becomes more and more clear that things are not going to turn out in their favor. This is a credit to the cast and the directors, they knew the star of this show was the slow burn of madness that these woods drag them into, and their performances help build that up instead of getting in the way of it.
And this brings me to the most personal side of the movie for me, the makeup. And by makeup I mean dirt, blood and rashes. Again, it was all very subtle and popped when it needed to pop. As this group of people get further and further into the woods they look more and more worn, but never with a heavy hand. They could have very easily drifted into giving everyone too much makeup, bashing the viewer in the face with the fact that the woods is wearing on them, but they never do. But there are a few scenes where the makeup absolutely shines, one scene in particular where one of the actors has chapped lips and the camera is pulled in tight on his face and it sorta hits you with “wow, fuck, these dudes are FUCKED UP.” And how awesome is it that this is shown to you through the use of makeup and not heavy handed writing or acting? I’ll answer that for you, it’s very awesome. I am completely blown away by the work that Arnee did on this movie. Makeup never gets much credit, in fact her name was buried deep in the credits even though her work had a very tangible impact on making the movie a stronger experience. But that’s just sorta how it goes for makeup artists, if they aren’t noticed they did their job. But I know that coming from the background of being an artist/painter that Arnee is a bit more cerebral about her work than a typical makeup artist is, and I think that comes across in the movie, and just like everything else it is done with restraint.
Needless to say I loved the movie. It was a given that I was going to enjoy the movie because of my relationships with the people who made it, but I was actually fairly convinced I wasn’t going to love it. I figured I was going to have to make excuses for it, but happily I do not have to at all. That’s not to say the movie is perfect, I do have a few minor nitpicks, but none of them impeded my enjoyment of the movie. And here I am 18 hours later and I still haven’t been able to shake it out of me. Much like The Shining, I think YellowBrickRoad is something that has permanently invaded my consciousness. And as an artist, I don’t think I can think of a higher compliment.
Pete Dodd postscript: I wrote this whole thing on my iPad. iPads are awesome.
What have I done?
During my ride home from Connecticut this morning I decided to forgo my usual “put the iPod on shuffle” crapshoot that I usually torment myself with (next, next, nope don’t want to hear this, next, next) and decided to listen to full albums. Novel concept, right? I read somewhere, Pitchfork I think, that Radiohead’s Kid A was the last album designed to be listened to as an album. This, of course, is completely incorrect, as most anyone worth a fuck making music is still trying to craft an album and not just a random collection of songs, but I kinda get the point that this dude was making. When I was 22 I listened to albums start to finish. At 32 I hit shuffle and listen to single songs at a time from 50+ bands. Sometimes if I’m feeling really brave I hit shuffle on my PC. That’s a music disaster if there ever was one.
I started off by listening to the “new” Jeremy Enigk album. I use quotes because it’s a couple years old, but I’m so far out of the loop that I don’t even know when my favorite people are releasing new music anymore unless my internet friend Mike tells me (and he wasn’t a sunny day real estate obsessed teenager like I was). It’s a good album. I like it quite a bit. Actually, I have been listening to it as an album lately, kinda, well the first couple songs… to fall asleep. It’s mostly mellow and pretty so it works. But I can only do that when I’m sleeping alone in Connecticut. When sleeping next to beautiful Arnee I keep it quiet. Well, I play iPhone or PSP games. Muted. I’m restless.
That album ended right about the time I entered New York. I decided to kick it old school and listen to Momma I’m Swollen by Cursive. Old school being 1 year old. This album was my soundtrack to falling in love with Arnee. With New York. My attempt at a new life.
I haven’t listened to it in several months other than a song sprinkled in here or there by the almighty shuffle gods. It did exactly what I wanted it to do. It stirred emotions inside me, gave my stomach butterflies, gave my eyes renewed vigor as I scanned the NYC skyline.
Anyone who has read this blog, or the facebook notes that proceeded it, know that this album has been the impetus for my writing in the past. It’s a very wordy album. It crafts the story of a man breaking himself down, exploring the darker sections of his brain and trying to make sense of it and become a better person because of it. It tries to justify addiction, meaningless sex, loneliness and heartbreak. He tries to do it with rationality… with science. He fails. In the end it’s an album about being an animal with thoughts too big for this world. It’s a story of thinking yourself to death.
The album’s closer is a fairly bombastic number called What Have I Done? in which he recounts his tale from the beginning and by the end he is just screaming WHAT HAVE I DONE!??! I always took this to mean it in the oops I just killed someone kind of way. Like in the heat of the moment you crack a pan across your lover’s face and then as you look at his bashed in skull you think HOLY FUCK WHAT HAVE I DONE!??!?!? I took this song as him being pissed off at himself for the choices he has made. And who knows, maybe that is what he means.
But as I was driving home on this Sunday morning it hit me in a completely different way and elicited this very strong emotional reaction out of me. I’m listening to him sing:
Are these the best tales I can spin?
A boy waiting to begin
A man of no memoirs
What have I done?
What have I done?
It hit me that he isn’t standing over the bloody corpse of his own life. Instead he is looking at his life and realizing it’s completely empty. He has nothing to show for his years on this planet. What have I done? Well, nothing. I haven’t done a goddamn thing. And this hit me really hard because this exactly how I feel whenever I think of my life outside of the current day. And he continued…
And you’re young and you’re gonna be someone
And you’re old and you’re ashamed of what you’ve become
Well take a look around you
You’re preaching to the choir
At this point in the song the music gets quite heavy, bringing itself along side the bullshit he is thinking out loud. After rocking out in my car (a sexy mix of air guitar, drums on my steering wheel and probably a bit of headbanging) I started spacing out on the themes he was singing about. I feel like, in general, people aren’t where they want to be. I mean, even the people that didn’t want to be astronauts or Axl Rose when they grew up still probably aren’t exactly where they had hoped. I know I’m not breaking any major news story with this thought. But it’s interesting. We have this idea of what we want and we don’t get it. Why aren’t we miserable?
I immediately started thinking about Arnee. Arnee has an amazing career and does really cool shit, but she also has long stretches of time off and can be as lazy and useless as I am. But it’s in our uselessness that everything is amazing. Simple things like a smile can just light me up. I often can’t contain myself. “HONEY!” I yell at her. “WHAT!?!?” she calls back, only 2 feet away. “I LOVE YOU!” I bellow. “Aww, I love you too!” she responds.
That’s it. I haven’t written the next great american novel. I haven’t written an album for sad boys to listen to in their bedrooms. I haven’t solved the puzzle of Autism. I haven’t pierced my nipples. Hell on any given day I probably haven’t gotten out of my pajamas. I haven’t lost any weight and I’m barely even trying. I’m clearly depressed and lazy. I clearly don’t have the drive to do the things I want to do. But I don’t really give a shit. I have Arnee.
This doesn’t mean I’m not going to try… that it’s not going to continue to bother me that I don’t do these things. Of course it will. It will continue to keep me up at night, it will continue to paralyze me during the day. And hopefully someday I will accomplish something, anything, from my list of wants. But I know I’m not alone. I know you are sitting there thinking about everything you haven’t done. All I can say to you is to grab the person, place or thing that makes you happy and hold on. Hold on for dear life. It’s our nouns that answer the question of What Have I Done. NOUNS!
Resolution of the New Year
Two thousand ten promises to be a fairly interesting year for me. The obvious is that I’m getting married. So that’s something. And then after that Arnee and I are going on a cruise to Bermuda and other islands down there courtesy of my parents. So that’s something else. After that will be the excitement of our first year of marriage, our worrying about money and watching the clock as our window for having children shrinks.
The end of 2009 has been pretty shitty other than Arnee, who has been amazing. It’s a weird juxtaposition, most everything in my life sucks right now but I’m happy as I’ve ever been because of her.
About 4 months ago my doctor put me on a drug called Seroquel and told me it had the chance of “extreme weight gain.” Well, she wasn’t kidding. In 3.5 months of Seroquel and Abilify I gained 60 pounds. SIXTY! Holy shit. So yeah, I’m fat again. I’m sure this wasn’t helped by the fact that I quit drinking…. as my body, i’m sure, is replacing booze with food. In any case, I’m a fat fuck. Blah.
I am no longer on either of those drugs so I decided that on January 1 I would start a new diet, because I’d like to not be a fat fuck on my wedding day. So I’m kinda excited about that, though im going to miss the Phish Food and the hamburgers. I have two more nights of eating badly. I opened up today by having cookies for breakfast. That wasn’t as awesome as it sounds though, now I just feel cracked out and kinda sick. I figured it was the same as eating Cookie Crisp, I was wrong.
Going back a few paragraphs, I mentioned my quitting of drinking. That’s gone well, I guess. I mean the actual act of not drinking has gone well and been almost zero struggle. On the down side, however, I have been far more anxious since I stopped. Cutting down on caffeine has helped, and in general the last few weeks have been better than the weeks leading up to now, but overall having been more anxious over the last couple months has sucked a mighty large penis. And usually my answer to being anxious is to drink, but since that’s out I’ve gone crazy trying to produce some sort of shopping therapy by buying lots of videogames. That isn’t working though and it’s pissing Arnee off when I’m broke. So that’s resolution number two. No more pissing money away on games. Or to the level I have been over the last couple months. I’ll always piss *some* money away… I am Pete Dodd, afterall.
Like i said, everything pretty much sucks now. Except that every day I get to spend it with such a wonderful woman. And I have a lot to look forward to this year. I’m not much into resolutions, but January 1 just happened to fit as a time to get some shit together, so I might as well call them what everyone else does. Here’s to hoping this year is better than the last, for all of us.
Whacky Gramma
I just woke up to a call I figured I would get two days ago. But like everything else in her life, Virginia “Piff” Dodd wasn’t going out the easy way. We got the news a few days ago that she wasn’t going to make it and they were going to take her off everything except Morphine and she was going to sail the goodship ‘peace out earthlings’ into the night. That’s not how gramma rolls though. She stuck around for a few days for no good reason at all. She also passed when her eldest son, my father, happened to be visiting. It all makes sense.
The thing that sticks out in my memories of my grandmother is how odd she was. She was always happy, or atleast when i was around. This in itself is about as weird of a behavior that I’ve ever seen a human exhibit. She was also hysterical. Blaming farts on the floor boards, writing my name in G I A N T letters across her chalkboard when I was born. She was a teacher, I believe something like second grade. I still think at some point i’m going to meet someone and say my name is “Pete Dodd” and that person is going to be like “HOLY SHIT YOUR WEIRD ASS GRANDMOTHER WROTE YOUR NAME ON MY CHALKBOARD!” I look forward to that exchange, actually.
Near the beginning of this decade I was living in Vermont living with a free spirit named Jess and we were getting paid CASH MONEY YA’LL to take care of a 12 year old girl named Alison. Alison was awesome and quite funny and creative when she wasn’t trying to kill us. We traveled, as a family, to my parents house for each holiday and Alison and my grandmother got along famously. They both were filled with energy, weird, funny. Before Christmas one year she asked “Is whacky gramma going to be there?” A nickname was born.
To be honest Whacky Gramma hasn’t been here for a long time now. Her body outlived her brain by over half a decade. She slowly forgot who we all were, where she was, and the events that turned her into whacky gramma. But even with all of the forgetting she was still funny and weird. She still smiled the same way. She even had a sense of humor about the fact that she couldn’t remember anything and didn’t know who the fuck any of us were.
I’m not sad today now that she has passed. My grandfather, her husband, died fifteen years ago. My belief system includes a rather quaint version of the afterlife that’s pretty much heaven as presented by Sunday School. I like to think that my grandfather is getting to spend time with his wife again. And that she is her again and not a shell that looks like her and vaguely acts like her. I like to think they are both happy right now, with each other, like they were when I was a kid visiting each summer for baseball camp. I like to think she is being rewarded for living a long life as a good person that was almost cruel with its final act. I like to think whacky gramma is in heaven farting and blaming it on the creaky floorboards.
Turkey Morning
It seems like every time I stay at my parents house that it makes me reflective enough to add something new to this blog. I’m not sure if that’s the whole story this time though. Over the last few weeks my anxiety has been through the fucking roof. Like… the worst it’s been since the Vermont Incident©. I havent left my apartment much during this time, I even took last weekend off from work.
My anxiety manifests itself in physical pain usually. This time it was in my chest. Yeah, that’s about as fun as it sounds. For the last two weeks I’ve felt like I’ve been having a long, drawn out heart attack. It really fucking sucked.
Anyway, yesterday, I decided to not have any caffeine. I didn’t have a single panic attack. Then about 4pm-ish I was in a rotten mood because of not having caffeine so I got some… panic attacks came back. Now, I know what you’re thinking - OF COURSE ITS THE CAFFEINE YOU FUCKING RETARD. And I can’t argue with you. I just really, really didn’t want it to be that to the point that I stuck my head in sand and was like LA LA LA LA CAFFEINE IS FINE KTHX LA LA LA LA. I mean, I quit smoking, I quit drinking… don’t I fucking get anything?!?! It’s so frustrating. I just want a vice, a simple vice, that doesn’t put my impending marriage in jeopardy or make me think my heart is exploding. Evidently I don’t get those things.
But I am thankful that I finally pulled my head out of my ass and decided to cut back on the caffeine. Hopefully my panic attacks will stay away and I’ll be a functional person again. A functional person whose only vice is videogames, evidently.
Happy thanksgiving, friends.
Dreams are all you have. Dreams have held you back. Dreamers never live, they only dream of it
I’ve always been a bit of an idealist. Well, I guess my ideals are probably a bit skewed, but that doesn’t disqualify me from being one, does it? But it emanates throughout my life, from my liberal political leanings to my daydreams as to what my life should be like. There is, of course, the reality though and it never quite turns out how I would like. The president I voted for is in office and the party I think is the lesser of two evils is comfortably in power, yet they are so fucking inept that I miss the days of Bill Clinton and a republican congress. I also spend a lot of time thinking everything is wrong and writing about things that are right.
I was thinking about this last night at work. This being this blog, my thoughts about my life, all of this shit that makes it to this little free website I created as a creative and therapeutic outlet. But I fear it all comes across as “everything has been shitty, but now it’s awesome!” Which is a fine sentiment every once in a while, but in repetition it’s like watching a Seinfeld marathon. Yeah, your takes on everyday life are great, Jerry, but after a few hours can’t you change up the fucking format for me!?!?
It got me thinking though. I’ve had some up and downs over the last two years, but for the most part they have been ups. It’s not that Im going from shitty to great month after month, it’s that im going from great to a bump in the road to even greater. In July I was on cloud 9 because I proposed to Arnee. Now as November is about to open I’m on cloud 19 because I love her about 9000x more than i did even on that day. Things just keep getting better.
My sobriety so far has been remarkably positive. I’ve been what the AA folks call “floating.” I’ve been saying a bunch “right now it’s easy but at some point i’m sure it’s going to get difficult.” There was one guy who I said that to that responded with “WHY?” I thought about it for a second… well, because this is hard for people, things are usually hard for me, so it has to be right? “Maybe you are just ready to be happy now” he added as all those thoughts went through my head. Fuck, maybe I am.
And maybe I have been. I’ve had some missteps over the last few years… getting back into drinking, issues with my meds including gaining back a large chunk of the weight I lost (30+ pounds in two months because of seroquel. FUCK SEROQUEL!), the end of a relationship mostly brought on by my anxiety and drinking.
That may seem like a substantial list but it’s been completely fucking dwarfed by the list of things that have been positive. I lose sight of that sometimes.
When I was younger I always had this daydream about having a significant other that wanted to sit down and listen to my music as I explained to her why these songs were so awesome and she would be all like “whooooaaaa, pete, you’re so smart and so deep and so awesome in bed” and I would be all “awwww yeah.”
Well yesterday on our way back to connecticut we started going back and forth between our iphones playing songs that meant a lot to us and songs that made us think about each other and songs we’ve thought about for our wedding. This little idealization in my head of what I wanted was nothing compared to what this hour of my life was like yesterday. Dreams are good, I’m glad I have them… but my life lately is so much better. And Arnee even gushed about how good I was in bed the night before.
Score.
