Livejournal has issued a statement about the security breach caused by their latest release. According to them, the breach was a mere "minor inconvenience" because while private information and entries were visible to complete strangers, the information could not be altered, erased, or modified. Oh, well, that's all right, then. The scammer might have been able to screenshot my billing information and book a trip to Aruba on my dime, but at least he couldn't modify my porn. Thank God your priorities are so clearly in order.

According to Herzeleid, the first setlist for the Rammstein "Made in Germany" tour has emerged and is as follows:

Sonne
Mein land
Keine lust
Asche zu asche
Feuer Frei
Sehnsucht
Mutter
Mein teil
Du hast
Haifisch
Buck dich
Mann gegen mann
Pussy
***
Mein herz brennt
Ich will
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Engel
Amerika

Bear in mind that this setlist is absolutely not official and comes from a rehearsal gig in Berlin, so things could change radically between now and opening night on November 6th. If this is true, then I would be thrilled to see this live and hope to have the opportunity next year. Predictably, people are complaining about their favorites being left off, but odds are good that the current whiners will be fangasming with the rest of us when North American dates are announced.
Livejournal has issued a statement about the security breach caused by their latest release. According to them, the breach was a mere "minor inconvenience" because while private information and entries were visible to complete strangers, the information could not be altered, erased, or modified. Oh, well, that's all right, then. The scammer might have been able to screenshot my billing information and book a trip to Aruba on my dime, but at least he couldn't modify my porn. Thank God your priorities are so clearly in order.

According to Herzeleid, the first setlist for the Rammstein "Made in Germany" tour has emerged and is as follows:

Sonne
Mein land
Keine lust
Asche zu asche
Feuer Frei
Sehnsucht
Mutter
Mein teil
Du hast
Haifisch
Buck dich
Mann gegen mann
Pussy
***
Mein herz brennt
Ich will
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Engel
Amerika

Bear in mind that this setlist is absolutely not official and comes from a rehearsal gig in Berlin, so things could change radically between now and opening night on November 6th. If this is true, then I would be thrilled to see this live and hope to have the opportunity next year. Predictably, people are complaining about their favorites being left off, but odds are good that the current whiners will be fangasming with the rest of us when North American dates are announced.
For those who might not know, LJ's latest "improvements" have created a security breach which gives random users complete access to your accounts. Apparently, when users try to interact with their accounts, they might be directed to a stranger's account and be given complete access to that person's entries--including flocked and filtered content--and billing and contact information. Predictably, LJ has yet to address the breach nearly twenty-four hours after the initial reports. Users are doing their best to keep each other abreast of the situation. Details can be found in the comments to this post.

Naturally, I have edited and deleted as much contact information as possible until the breach is resolved. As soon as the Dreamwidth importer is functional again, I will be exporting my LJ and might move there permanently. I can abide crashes and DDoS attacks, albeit with rumpled grace, but it is unconscionable that Livejournal would expose the personal information of millions of users and not only fail to fix the fault, but utterly fail to acknowledge it whatsoever despite the concerns raised by members of their userbase.
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For those who might not know, LJ's latest "improvements" have created a security breach which gives random users complete access to your accounts. Apparently, when users try to interact with their accounts, they might be directed to a stranger's account and be given complete access to that person's entries--including flocked and filtered content--and billing and contact information. Predictably, LJ has yet to address the breach nearly twenty-four hours after the initial reports. Users are doing their best to keep each other abreast of the situation. Details can be found in the comments to this post.

Naturally, I have edited and deleted as much contact information as possible until the breach is resolved. As soon as the Dreamwidth importer is functional again, I will be exporting my LJ and might move there permanently. I can abide crashes and DDoS attacks, albeit with rumpled grace, but it is unconscionable that Livejournal would expose the personal information of millions of users and not only fail to fix the fault, but utterly fail to acknowledge it whatsoever despite the concerns raised by members of their userbase.
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I know Livejournal is doing the best it can, and I applaud them for standing up for free expression, but I can't post an entry longer than a few paragraphs, and I'm starting to feel like this whenever I look for information:

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fyeahrammstein always has gorgeous pictures, but the huge disability!fail in the Christoph "derp" post was disappointing. However, I've given up pointing out ableism in Rammfandom because it's like pointing out shit in a latrine, and all it does is cause defensive people to deflect, deny, and whip out the "bitter cripple" card when all else fails. So I'm just going to sigh, rub my temples, enjoy the photos, and remind myself that while an alarming number of Rammfans are ignorant, immature, narrow-minded boors, the band themselves publicly espouse inclusion and acceptance.

I'm also amused by the shit-flinging tantrum by the blog owners because a German fan dared to correct them on their incorrect pronunciations of the members' surnames. I get that no one wants to look dumb in public, but responding to mild correction with frothing, profanity, and snotty macros only highlights your dumbassery. I'm betting that the German fan probably has a good grasp of proper German pronunciation, but even if you don't appreciate a free opportunity to add to your store of knowledge, the polite response is to say, "Thank you", and move on. If you can't or won't be polite, then do not reply. Posting nasty macros and pissy replies about someone's sleep schedule does not make you right or a righteous badass. It makes you look like a fool and an asshole, but sadly for Rammfandom, that level of civility seems to be the norm. What is it about Rammstein that turns adults into screaming, spitting twelve-year olds?



LJ is still being balky for me, but I'm going to try to post the Calliope interstitial nonetheless. If it's not up in an hour, then it's because LJ won't cooperate.
Many thanks to the Paid Account Fairy who gifted me two months' paid time for this account. It made my morning to open my inbox and read that notification. This account has primarily served as a mirror account and lain fallow for extended periods, but I'm grateful for its presence, as it allows me an outlet as LJ continues to struggle under the current DDoS attack.

I'm not sure what the attack hopes to achieve. Do they really think that silencing the dissidents is going to make the Russian public decide that maybe siding with the oppressive regime is the best choice, after all? That the dissidents are going to quietly step away from their keyboards and stop protesting, stop speaking out? Even if they strangle Livejournal into bankruptcy with these attacks, the dissident bloggers will simply find another platform, and another, and another. As many as it takes until their voices are heard. And they should. Because human beings have the right to free and self-expression, particularly against government corruption and tyranny.

I don't want Livejournal to end because of this. For eight years, it has been my online home, my mouthpiece where I can be heard despite the invisibility wrought by my disability in meatspace. I have made friends whom I cherish and shared my vision and my fannish creativity there. Recently, I have begun to shed my shut-in's skin and gain the confidence to explore this wide, strange, wonderful world there. I have, in many ways, grown up there. So I want it to endure, but I do not want it to endure by cowardice, by taking the easier road. I realize a time might come when LJ will have to decide between survival and principles, but I hope they hold the line as long as they can. I hope they organize donations and fundraising drives to keep the lights on while they fight this battle. And I hope that the userbase, so quick to cry, "Free speech" when fanworks were being targeted by puritanical hand-wringers, will stand behind that professed belief now, even when it is inconvenient and requires patience and a tiny measure of sacrifice.


In other news, the writing of my Calliope interstitial should be finished tonight. It'll need to sit overnight before I proofread, edit, and check for internal continuity, but if LJ is available, it should be posted by Friday night or Saturday afternoon, and it will absolutely be posted to my Rammfic-dedicated blog. It still has no title, alas. I briefly considered calling it "Daydreams about Night Things", but then I realized a)it was cheesy, and b)it wasn't a daydream if it took place in the middle of the night. So back to the drawing board.
Many thanks to the Paid Account Fairy who gifted me two months' paid time for this account. It made my morning to open my inbox and read that notification. This account has primarily served as a mirror account and lain fallow for extended periods, but I'm grateful for its presence, as it allows me an outlet as LJ continues to struggle under the current DDoS attack.

I'm not sure what the attack hopes to achieve. Do they really think that silencing the dissidents is going to make the Russian public decide that maybe siding with the oppressive regime is the best choice, after all? That the dissidents are going to quietly step away from their keyboards and stop protesting, stop speaking out? Even if they strangle Livejournal into bankruptcy with these attacks, the dissident bloggers will simply find another platform, and another, and another. As many as it takes until their voices are heard. And they should. Because human beings have the right to free and self-expression, particularly against government corruption and tyranny.

I don't want Livejournal to end because of this. For eight years, it has been my online home, my mouthpiece where I can be heard despite the invisibility wrought by my disability in meatspace. I have made friends whom I cherish and shared my vision and my fannish creativity there. Recently, I have begun to shed my shut-in's skin and gain the confidence to explore this wide, strange, wonderful world there. I have, in many ways, grown up there. So I want it to endure, but I do not want it to endure by cowardice, by taking the easier road. I realize a time might come when LJ will have to decide between survival and principles, but I hope they hold the line as long as they can. I hope they organize donations and fundraising drives to keep the lights on while they fight this battle. And I hope that the userbase, so quick to cry, "Free speech" when fanworks were being targeted by puritanical hand-wringers, will stand behind that professed belief now, even when it is inconvenient and requires patience and a tiny measure of sacrifice.


In other news, the writing of my Calliope interstitial should be finished tonight. It'll need to sit overnight before I proofread, edit, and check for internal continuity, but if LJ is available, it should be posted by Friday night or Saturday afternoon, and it will absolutely be posted to my Rammfic-dedicated blog. It still has no title, alas. I briefly considered calling it "Daydreams about Night Things", but then I realized a)it was cheesy, and b)it wasn't a daydream if it took place in the middle of the night. So back to the drawing board.
I am not going to argue with Kilton about whether or not R+ or its management touted MSG as its only US show. It doesn't really matter, and I can't seem to find the official announcement of the show in the archives because the archives are oddly jumbled, and I'm tired of getting into fannish squabbles with anonymous assbunions. It's a waste of my time and energy.

I will repeat this to myself until it sinks into my thick skull.


I'm nearly done with my Flack/Stanhope cracknum opus. I'm not going to set a date for its completion or unveiling because the second I do, Flack will decide he needs to burble on and pontificate for a further twenty pages or my laptop will spontaneously combust or a tornado will relocate my home to Bumfuck, Alabama. But the end is in sight, and I am well pleased, and it feels so good to be writing regularly again.

Since LJ is making ominous noises about erroneously blocking innocent IP addresses in its fight against the recent DDoS attacks, it might behoove me to collect alternate contact information just in case of a worst-case scenario. I have a backup blog on several sites. If you would like that contact information or an email address, PM me for it.
For those who are interested, [livejournal.com profile] sharp_teeth is hosting their Macabre March Madness Comment Fic Meme. It's a multifandom gen horror fic meme wherein folks can claim prompts and then post the finished fic as a comment to that prompt. Amazing fic has emerged from that meme. Anyone with a predilection for horror should definitely give it a look. I've already spotted some fantastic prompts, but I don't dare take any, not with my years'-long backlog of unfinished fic that has been moldering in the recesses of my brain. My creative backlog is so prodigious at this point that were my unfinished ideas stuffed into Noah's ark, that venerable old vessel would either sink to the bottom of the endless sea or explode outward with such concussive force that the statues of Easter Island would be reduced to dust.


While I am too entrenched at LJ to fully migrate to Dreamwidth, I am considering reviving my old journal there and perhaps crossposting from it. LJ has been exceedingly erratic and unreliable of late, ever since the addition of games to their server load, and while they staunchly deny any correlation between the increased server load created by these gaming apps and the increased unreliability of the site, their protests and feeble explanations ring hollow to my ears. I'm tired of having to visit DownorNot.com to determine if the service is available before I can use the journal for which I paid. My only reservation is that crossposting from Dreamwidth requires that I give them my LJ password, and I'm afraid that if one were breached, then the other would easily and immediately be hijacked.

Beyond that, there is nothing of note at Che Guera. I'm tired and cranky and woefully behind on fic and waiting for my chili to warm.
LJ isn't delivering comment notifications to my Inbox or my email at the moment, so if you've sent me a comment requiring a reply, I'm not ignoring you.

Who the hell is Kraus, and why does he make it his mission in life to be an obnoxious twat on the Herzeleid forums? He seems to be the resident troll and largely accepted by the other posters, but I'm not sure what his purpose is other than to stir the shit and spread rumors about potential setlists and releases in order to jerk the fandom around.

I find it hilarious that some Rammfen who've scored tickets have begun to whinge about possibly seeing the same setlist as the one at MSG. "It would be like Groundhog's Day, and you want new blood, you know?"

Oh, shut the fuck up. You've screamed for years about just wanting to see them live. You swore up, down, and sideways that you didn't care how or when, or if you got to see the full show. You got the full experience in the most famous arena in the country and were fortunate enough to be given a second chance to see them, and you're pissing and moaning because you might have already seen it? Fuck you, you sniveling, spoiled pisspot. God, American fans are so entitled and embarrassing.

If it is a "Best Of" tour as many are hoping, I'll be over the moon, and if they play "Sehnsucht" or "Heirate Mich", I will explode with glee, but if it is a carbon copy of MSG, I won't give a good goddamn. I'll sit there, off my nut with euphoria, and celebrate this unbelievable second chance.
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( Jan. 18th, 2011 05:55 pm)
What the hell, LJ? I clicked on my Inbox after sitting on the site for nearly an hour and got an "Access Forbidden" page that accused me of being a bot and "hitting the site" too quickly. Really, LJ? I've had this blog for almost eight years, and you suddenly think I'm a bot? Screw you. I refreshed the page, and everything worked, but Jesus Christ. Has this happened to anyone else?
Because of an influx of ridiculous, nonsensical spam, I have instituted CAPTCHA for all anonymous posters until further notice. I know it's a pain in the ass, but I'm tired of deleting handfuls of garbled spam and comments clearly run through Babelfish by a drunken monkey.
I knew I was in a bad mood this morning when I went to the Rosenrot forums and got disproportionately angry at the fact that a forty-six-year-old from Liverpool types like this:

My Name Is...And I Have Been a Rammstein Fan Since 1991.

For fuck's sake, learn to type like a literate adult.

Apparently, a spambot had a go at one of my email accounts last night, prompting the provider to require a Captcha before I could log in. I suspect it's the same damn bot that's been flooding LJ with porn spam. Anyway, the hijacking failed, and I reset everything and unleashed MBAM on my system. However, you might want to check your LJ-associated email for signs of nefarious didoes.

And because this entry ought not to be a complete grumpfest, have some bulldog pup:

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( Mar. 27th, 2010 05:30 pm)
Is anyone else getting directed to a "404 Page Not found. Report error to timeanddate.com." when they click on an LJ link? It's just started happening in the last twenty minutes.
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Thank you to everyone who sent me a snowflake cookie! I saw them on my profile page after my flist had been gushing about them, and sure that my page would be empty, I was feeling a bit glum and woeful. So I was thrilled to check my profile page and find five cookies waiting for me. Now I don't feel like that dirty-necked waif in the corner whose only card on Valentine Exchange Day comes from the teacher because she's of the opinion that even the ugly, unpopular kids should get something. Glee!

I had no idea Numb3rs aired a new episode on Friday. Dammit. Maybe it's available on the CBS website. As bad as it was in S5--and it was often ass-clenchingly bad--it has redeemed itself in its final season by steering away from Don's ueber-emo quest for self-discovery and tedious and bizarrely out-of-character exploration of Judaism and sticking to the mathletics. The restoration of the Eppes family dynamic as a trio rather than a duo has also helped. Some find him boring and largely vestigial, but I find Papa Eppes to be the fulcrum on which the family rests. He's the font of fatherly wisdom, the archivist of family lore, most notably from his secret husband's life with Margaret Eppes, and the means by which the familial lines of acceptance are extended. Yes, Charlie accepted Amita into his fold, and Don has accepted her as part of his brother's landscape, but it wasn't until Alan gave her the necklace that Margaret had dreamed of bequeathing to a daughter that Amita gained legitimacy and truly became an Eppes. Without Alan, her involvement with the family wouldn't have felt so organic or been so warm and sweet and lovely.

It's just too bad that the shift in focus has come too late to save the show. I'll miss the banter at Casa Eppes and the chemistry of Colby and David, but it's obvious the show has run its course.

I wonder if I could still write a few Numb3rs one-shots. I'd planned a few after "The Janus List," but was distracted by other shinies.

I think I'll give Southland a gander when it debuts on TNT in January. The Forgotten is a nice show, but I don't see it surviving beyond a season, and none of the characters are can't-miss personalities. The stumpy, asshole cop on Southland, on the other hand, is delightfully intriguing. He's like Seamus Finnegan bagging on Harry Potter for being an attention-whoring coward in HBP and DH. "What're you doin' here, Richie Rich?" Mmmm, bitterness. Tastes like awesome.
It appears that the Internet has a new shiny in Dreamwidth. Everyone is rushing to pimp out their asthmatic grandmother for an invite code because they're sure DW isn't going to be like that icky, profit-minded company of dirty Commies. They'll certainly never have offensive ads or succumb to the big-dicked incubus of profit margins.

My ass.

Look, I believe that Denise and Mark mean what they say. I don't think they're hucksters selling people a bill of goods. They truly think they can survive sans ad revenue and will never have to sell out to corporate America or crazy, sexually-repressed fundamentalists. Maybe they won't. I don't know them. Maybe they're steel-jawed idealists with Daddy Warbucks' wallet. Maybe DW will prove the egalitarian utopia that so many want it to be.

But I do know people. Most of them are lazy, entitled creatures of habit. If you offer them a choice between free merchandise or slightly shinier merchandise for which they must pay, most will choose the freebie and make do with their hobo bargain because it was free. They might bitch that it's not quite what they wanted or needed, or that the service sucks, but they won't give up their freebie, and if you dare suggest that they pony up for better service, they'll howl that they shouldn't have to and scream that such common sense isn't common sense at all, but a further insidious example of classism and privileged thought. Free stuff should be of the highest quality, and the fact that it isn't isn't a hard reality of production costs but a global conspiracy perpetuated by wealthy assholes who don't want the poor to do anything but make them wealthier. Cost for products and services is just another fascist tool of The Man.

So, everything will be fine until Mark and Denise realize that the number of freeloaders is far greater than the number of starry-eyed idealists willing to put their money where their convictions are. When that happens and they either need to eliminate free accounts to lower bandwidth costs or accept ad placement and reduce the services offered to cover the cost of keeping the freeloaders, the complaints and name-calling will begin. Malcontents will accuse DW of "selling out" the userbase for the almighty dollar and decry the corporate takeover of the Internet. How dare the DW owners value making the mortgage payment over the rights of the userbase not to be reminded that a world exists beyond the silicone sphere of the Internet, a world in which not everyone agrees. Mark and Denise will cease to be the rebels and will become the Empire simply because they needed to pay the bills and keep the dream alive.

No utopia has ever lived up to its ideal because utopias cannot sustain themselves in the face of reality. The resources needed to sustain the ideal simply don't exist in this world yet. Supply for it cannot meet the demand. Look at Haight-Ashbury. During the sixties, hippies extolled it as the perfect place to be, a communal enclave where anybody could be whoever they wanted to be, without interference from The Man. And it was, for a while, until so many idealistic, disenfranchised kids turned up in search of this Wonderland that the entire system buckled under the weight of too much idealism and too little experience with the real world. Those nose-thumbing kids who were so eager to piss on society and modern technology soon found out that living on the charity of brotherhood wasn't all it was cracked up to be when your brother didn't have a pot to piss in, either, or when you were lying on the sidewalk with a broken leg because none of your brothers had any medical experience. Idealism often dies an ugly death when the rubber meets the road.

We'll see, I suppose. Perhaps DW will be a success and I'll look like the village idiot, quacking ceaselessly from the puckered, toothless maw of my ass, but I'm in no hurry to leave LJ for greener pastures just because things might be better on the other side of the fence. And if I'm the last one to leave, I'll be sure to turn out the lights.
-Today is Bloggy's sixth birthday. When I started him, I was an HP and LOTR nut and had just begun to post dedicated fanfiction. I was happy in a relationship, or telling myself that I was, and as yet unscarred by its abrupt dissolution a few months later. I believed that love meant sacrificing for the one you loved and caring about them more than yourself, and I made stupid choices in support of that belief. I'm still living with the consequences of those choices today. If I had known then what I know now, my choices--and my life--would be very different, but I was young and naive. Unlike many women who got to experiment with love as teenagers and discover what love was through trial and error, I went from inexperience to painful knowledge of adult heartache in one dreadful relationship.

It's changed me. I still believe in the love I so often write about, still believe it is possible, but I don't believe it exists for me. I no longer sacrifice my desires without resentment. With every sacrifice, no matter how minor(and by minor, I mean agreeing to order buffalo wings instead of getting Popeye's chicken), I wonder if it makes me that much more of a weak-willed, needy doormat. And I don't make big sacrifices anymore. I just don't. I look out for myself now, because I learned that sacrifice isn't a gift for the giver as well as the recipient. It's only a loss.

It's not who I wanted to be. I miss the hopeless romantic that I was, the idealist who believed that the opportunity and experience of love was always worth the cost. Maybe I'll find her again someday. Maybe on Bloggy's twelfth birthday, I'll be here rhapsodizing about my happily ever after. I hope so, and maybe that hope means the idealist isn't dead, but only sleeping.

-Harper's Island, Week IV--SPOILERS )
Yesterday marked my 1700th post, and so, I will have to edit the tags accordingly. When [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve set me up with the invite code almost six years ago, I certainly never thought my foray into the blogosphere would last as long as it has. In fact, it nearly didn't. Bloggy here went fallow for several months that first year, from June to late August. I don't know why I went back, but I did, and boy, am I glad. I've 'met" very interesting folks through LJ, and though I haven't actively presented myself as a face of disability--frankly, the idea of reducing myself to a talking head in the hopes that some thick-headed, entitled, able-bodied cunt might "get it" for ten seconds appalls me. I don't want to be a symbol. I want to be me--I think I've let folks connect with the humanity behind the abstract symbol of "the disabled." I don't think everyone has liked what they saw, but that's okay. Everyone is an asshole sometimes, even me. Being an asshole doesn't lessen a person's humanity. In fact, our base flaws and our attempts to overcome them are what define it.

We're not human because we're perfect, but rather because we're imperfect.

That doesn't mean I don't wish that the world had fewer assholes in it, because I do. My life would be a lot easier if most folks didn't operate on the assumption that my intellectual capacity was one rung above plankton on the evolutionary scale, or that my life had a value less than that of a fryer chicken because of that presumed idiocy. It just means I don't hate people who are imperfect. I hate people who refuse to accept that they are and turn their festering inadequacies on the rest of us because they can.

Being on LJ has allowed me to see the many facets of people, the good, the bad, and the unconscionably stupid. I've gotten a glimpse into the lives of lesbians, interracial couples, bisexuals, parents of autistic children, single parents, lay monastics, and folks struggling with chronic illness. I haven't always understood their perspectives or agreed with their politics, but I've been awed by the human capacity for adaptation and boggled by the depths of rationalization in the human mind. Both are necessary for survival, and before anyone seizes their truncheon and demands to know what gives me the right to lord over others, listen. I'm not.

I'm just as flawed. I've justified some absolutely asinine things in my time. I've quit when I shouldn't have and stayed too long in bad situations. I've mistaken dependence for love. I've been petty and judgmental and spoken without thinking and spoken without caring even when I did think. I still look at some of the things my flisters write and wonder what in the hell they're thinking. I'm not better than the next guy with a keyboard. I'm better for them. Exposure to people who don't share my politics or my worldview has helped me better define who I am and who I want to be. And who I don't want to be, and who I never could be. It's been an awesome experience, and not bad for what started as a half-assed hobby by which to pass the time.

Wow. I didn't mean to write all this. All I meant to say was that yesterday was my 1700th post. The end. I guess this one isn't bad for 1701.

And now, I really should finish my grape juice and get cracking on "Detail Man".
It's That Time of the Month, and so I am viciously out of sorts, hating on the world, and absolutely convinced that whatever writing talent I had has fallen prey to the predations of clitoral erosion. Then again, I can't blame folks for being reticent to read my WIPs since I have a wretched track record when it comes to finishing them. I'm having fun writing it, at least.

I changed my LJ password a while back after having the same one for three hundred years, and now I can't remember what I changed it to. I'm so screwed the next time by browser decides to purge its cookies and log me out. Why I got a wild hair and just had to get all security conscious, I don't know, but woe, is it ever going to bite me in the ass unless I can remember what I was thinking when I changed the virtual locks on my Internet bathroom.

The Closer--Minor SPOILER for last night's episode )
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