Why Didn't Anyone Teach Me How to Invest Instead of Just How to Clock In?

Remember school? We learned how to dissect frogs, find the area of a triangle, and somehow calculate the speed of a train leaving Chicago at 63 mph. Great skills... if you're planning on becoming a frog-driving train engineer.

But nobody ever pulled me aside and said, "Hey, if you invest a little money while you're young, your future self might actually send you a thank-you card."

Nope.

My financial education was pretty simple.

"Here's a savings account."

Which sounded awesome... until I realized it was basically my own personal ATM for everything I needed.

Need bedroom furniture?

"Looks like you're buying that."

Need a car?

"That's coming out of your savings too."

Insurance?

"Yep... that's on you."

Pretty soon my "savings account" wasn't saving anything. It was just a checking account with commitment issues.

Now don't get me wrong. Learning responsibility isn't a bad thing. Paying for your own things teaches independence.

But wouldn't it have been nice if someone also said, "Maybe leave a little money alone so it has a chance to grow instead of disappearing every time life happens."

Instead, I grew up with one message that seemed to echo everywhere:

Get a job. Work hard. Someone else will take care of the rest.

Spoiler alert...

They don't.

You work hard.

The company celebrates another record-breaking year.

You celebrate because they finally fixed the coffee machine.

Vacation? Maybe.

Paid time off? Depends on the boss.

Health insurance? Hopefully you can afford it.

For a long time, I couldn't.

When you're paying rent, car insurance, gas, groceries, and everything else that mysteriously costs twice as much as it used to, health insurance starts looking like one of those luxury features on a new truck.

"Would you like heated seats or the ability to visit a doctor?"

Tough choice.

Deep down, I always wanted to be my own boss. I liked building things, solving problems, and making my own decisions.

But every time I mentioned doing something different, it felt like I was hearing, "That's not going to work."

After hearing that enough times, you start wondering if maybe they're right.

Eventually I moved out of state looking for something better.

Turns out you can move hundreds of miles away...

...and still end up working for people who don't pay enough.

Funny how that works.

Looking back now, I don't wish someone had handed me a pile of money.

I wish someone had handed me a different mindset.

Teach kids about compound interest.

Show them how investing works.

Explain the difference between buying something that loses value and owning something that grows.

Let them know that making money isn't only about working more hours.

Sometimes it's about letting your money work while you're busy living your life.

Imagine graduating high school already knowing what an index fund is instead of knowing the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

One of those has made me exactly zero dollars.

The other might have helped me retire before my knees started sounding like microwave popcorn every time I stand up.

Maybe that's the class we really need.

Investing 101: Because Your Future Self Would Rather Own Part of the Company Than Just the Employee Parking Spot.

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Primary Elections: Choosing the Best of the "Meh"

 

It's primary election season again!

You know... that magical time of year when politicians suddenly remember you exist.

One minute they're nowhere to be found. The next, they're shaking hands, kissing babies, flipping pancakes, and pretending they know what a gallon of milk costs.

Amazing coincidence.

Every election I tell myself, "This is it. This is the year an incredible candidate comes along."

Then the debates start...

...and I begin wondering if Netflix has anything new.

I'm not promoting any of the progressive left this election. That's just where I stand. But honestly, looking over the candidate pool lately, I'm wondering if this was the best the political talent scout could find.

Did they hold tryouts?

Was there a draft?

Or did everyone qualified look at the job description and say, "Yeah... hard pass."

Campaign commercials are my favorite.

"I'm Bob. My opponent is literally the reason your socks don't match."

"I'm Susan. Bob once drove 36 in a 35."

"I'm Steve. If elected, I promise to lower taxes, fix the roads, cure inflation, balance the budget, eliminate traffic, and somehow make Mondays enjoyable."

Sure you will, Steve.

Then comes debate night.

Nobody answers the question.

It's basically professional dodgeball.

Moderator:
"So what's your economic plan?"

Candidate:
"Well, before I answer that, let me tell you why my opponent was probably responsible for dinosaurs going extinct."

Perfect. That clears everything up.

Election day finally arrives.

You proudly walk into the polling station, grab your ballot, and immediately start looking around for the hidden camera.

"This has to be a prank."

You scan the names.

You scan them again.

You start looking for the write-in line just to see if your neighbor Larry suddenly sounds like presidential material.

At this point I'd vote for the person whose campaign slogan is simply:

"I probably won't make things worse."

Honestly... that's refreshingly realistic.

Meanwhile, every campaign promises they're going to "fight for the people."

Funny how that fight usually ends the day after the election.

Then they disappear faster than free donuts in a construction break room.

Don't get me wrong—I'll still vote.

I believe voting matters, even when the choices feel like you're picking which self-checkout machine is least likely to yell, "PLEASE PLACE ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA!"

Maybe one of these years we'll get candidates who spend more time explaining what they'll actually do instead of convincing us civilization ends if the other person wins.

Until then, I'll do my civic duty, fill in the little bubble, walk out with my "I Voted" sticker, and proudly wear it while thinking...

"Well... I guess I survived another episode of America's Got Politicians."

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to mute the campaign commercials... at least until the next election reminds me they're somehow even more important than the last one.

The Bachelor Edition: What If I Had Gotten Married?

 

I just turned 50, and one thought pops into my head every now and then...

What if?

Not in the dramatic movie kind of way. More like standing in the grocery store wondering if I should buy frozen pizza or cook an actual meal. You know... life's important questions.

I've never been married. Never had kids. So sometimes I wonder what that alternate version of me would look like.

Would I be one of those dads spending Saturday mornings coaching soccer while secretly wondering why every game starts at 8 a.m.?

Would I have mastered the art of assembling toys on Christmas Eve with exactly 437 pieces and one screw left over?

Would I actually know where all my money went every month? (Answer: probably not.)

I also wonder if I'd be more active.

Right now, after working all day, it's pretty easy to convince myself that the couch has officially claimed me. The TV remote somehow finds my hand like it's got GPS.

But if I had kids?

There'd probably be someone asking me to play catch... fix a bike... build a treehouse... help with homework... attend a school concert... chase the dog that escaped... or explain why the Wi-Fi stopped working because apparently dads automatically become the family IT department.

I'd probably never sit down.

And honestly... maybe that would've kept me moving.

Then there's the conversation part.

Some evenings are pretty quiet. I find myself talking to the TV like it can hear me.

"Really? THAT'S your final answer?"

The TV never responds. Rude.

I imagine a house full of people is the exact opposite.

Kids asking a thousand questions before breakfast.

"Why is the sky blue?"

"Can fish get thirsty?"

"Can I have ice cream?"

No. No. Also no.

Five minutes later...

"Can I have ice cream now?"

Marriage probably isn't much quieter either.

"Honey, can you fix this?"

"Did you remember to pick that up?"

"What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't know. What do YOU want?"

Congratulations... you've just entered the longest-running conversation in human history.

But here's the funny thing.

People always tell you that once the kids move out, life slows down.

Then those same people spend every weekend babysitting grandkids, helping someone move, fixing a leaking faucet at their kid's house, or attending birthday parties for grandchildren who somehow have more social events than adults.

Apparently parenting doesn't end.

It just changes addresses.

Sometimes I think maybe having that constant responsibility would've given me that extra push to keep going after work instead of negotiating with myself over whether mowing the lawn can wait another day.

Then again...

Maybe I'd just be tired for completely different reasons.

Instead of sitting quietly after work, I'd be driving someone to practice, helping with projects, or wondering why teenagers can eat enough groceries to bankrupt a small nation.

Would I have been happier?

Who knows.

Would life have been busier?

Absolutely.

Would there have been more laughter, more chaos, and probably more gray hair?

Without a doubt.

Life has a funny way of giving everyone a different story.

Some people fill their calendars with family activities.

Others fill theirs with hobbies, work, road trips, friends, or finally getting around to all those projects they've been putting off for years.

Neither story is perfect.

They're just... different.

So every once in a while, I let myself wonder about that alternate universe where I got married, had kids, and spent the last twenty-five years stepping on LEGO bricks instead of wondering what to watch on Netflix.

I guess I'll never know what that life would've been like.

But if there's one thing I'm certain of...

In every version of reality, somebody is still asking me to fix something.

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Corporate Math: " Customer Appreciation" Means Charging You More

 

Have you ever noticed that every company says, "We value our customers," right before sending you an email that starts with...

"We're updating our prices."

Funny how that works.

It feels like every month another subscription goes up a few bucks. Streaming services, internet, software, groceries, restaurants—you name it. Pretty soon you'll need a subscription just to keep track of all your subscriptions.

The funniest part?

You finally decide, "That's it! I'm canceling!"

You hit the cancel button like you've just won a championship... and somewhere in a corporate boardroom nobody even looks up from their catered lunch.

One executive asks, "Did we lose a customer?"

Another replies, "Yes... but we signed up five new ones before lunch."

Your dramatic exit lasted about three seconds.

It's kind of like trying to scare Walmart by buying one less banana.

The reality is that huge corporations often focus on growing profits because that's what businesses are built to do. The frustrating part for many working people is watching prices keep climbing while paychecks don't always seem to keep up.

Meanwhile, regular folks are sitting at the kitchen table doing Olympic-level math.

"Okay... if I buy generic cereal, skip eating out, and don't turn the air conditioning on until October, I might still be able to pay for groceries, rent or the mortgage, insurance, and maybe put a little gas in the car."

It's amazing how many of us have become financial gymnasts without ever signing up for the sport.

Companies love using words like premium, enhanced, and improved experience.

Translation?

"We changed the logo and it now costs 18% more."

Then they tell shareholders how successful the quarter was.

Meanwhile, customers are celebrating because they found chicken on sale.

That's not exactly the same victory lap.

Many people also feel that everyday concerns—like the cost of living, housing, groceries, and transportation—don't always get the attention they deserve. Most working families aren't asking for luxury. They're just hoping that working full-time still leaves enough at the end of the month to enjoy life instead of constantly worrying about the next bill.

Don't get me wrong. Businesses deserve to make money. That's how they stay in business, hire employees, and create products people enjoy.

But there's a difference between making a healthy profit and making customers feel like they're playing a game called "Guess Which Bill Is Going Up This Month."

Maybe one day corporations will surprise us.

Imagine getting an email that says:

"Good news! We made record profits this year, so we're lowering prices to thank our loyal customers."

I know...

I laughed too.

Until then, I'll keep comparing prices, hunting for sales, canceling subscriptions I don't use, and wondering why every company suddenly thinks they're selling luxury items.

Because at the end of the day, the working class isn't asking for miracles.

We're just hoping our paycheck can stop playing hide-and-seek with our bills.

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Why Do Dogs Bark at... Absolutely Nothing?

 

I know dog lovers are probably already getting ready to defend their furry little alarm systems, but hear me out.

Have you ever been sitting at home, enjoying a peaceful afternoon, when suddenly...

WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

You look out the window expecting to see a bear, a burglar, or maybe a UFO landing in the backyard.

Nope.

It's a leaf.

Or a squirrel that retired three hours ago.

Or the dangerous criminal known as... the mail truck driving down the street. Again.

Sometimes I honestly think dogs bark because they saw another dog bark once and figured, "Well, I don't know what's going on, but I'm not missing out!"

Don't get me wrong. Dogs are great. They protect families, make great companions, and somehow convince us that dropping food on the floor is part of the dinner plan. But some dogs act like they're the head of Neighborhood Security.

A butterfly? Bark.

The wind? Bark.

A cloud shaped funny? Better bark just in case.

Then there's the dog that barks at absolutely nothing. You look outside and there's not even a bird. At that point I start wondering if the dog is seeing ghosts or if it's just announcing to the neighborhood that Tuesday still exists.

Now, I know some owners spend a lot of time training their dogs, and it shows. Those dogs might bark once or twice, get corrected, and settle right down. That's impressive. It proves that with patience and consistency, a lot of unnecessary barking can be reduced.

Then there are the dogs that are let outside and apparently receive one instruction:

"Go yell at the neighborhood."

I've found my own solution. I turn up the music. Or the TV. Loud enough that I don't have to listen to a fifteen-minute argument between my neighbor's dog and a squirrel that's probably wondering why it's being accused of existing.

It's not that I dislike dogs. I just wish some of them had an indoor voice.

Maybe one day they'll invent a translation collar that says:

"Attention everyone! A plastic grocery bag moved three inches. I have successfully defended the neighborhood."

Until then, I'll be over here enjoying my playlist with the volume turned up... because apparently my stereo is quieter than the neighborhood watchdog.

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The World's Biggest Problem: Nobody Reads the Owner's Manual

I've noticed something over the years. People love telling you what book they follow... but sometimes it seems like they only read the cover.

When someone says they follow the Bible, I always think, "That's a pretty tall order." It's full of lessons about loving your neighbor, forgiving people, helping those in need, and trying to become a better person. Yet every now and then you run into someone who's carrying a Bible in one hand while arguing with the cashier over a 10-cent coupon in the other.

Makes you wonder if they skipped a few chapters.

Now, I've also heard people talk about the Quran. The truth is, I haven't studied it enough to pretend I'm an expert. Like any major religious text, it's a complex book with many interpretations, and I'd rather admit what I don't know than act like I do. From what I understand, many Muslims see it as teaching compassion, charity, prayer, and living a moral life.

Here's the funny part: no matter what religion someone belongs to—or even if they don't follow one at all—people have an amazing talent for ignoring the parts that require work.

We're all guilty of it.

We like the verses that agree with us.
We skim over the ones that challenge us.
We remember the rules for everyone else.
We conveniently forget the ones meant for ourselves.

If every person actually lived by the best principles of the beliefs they claim to follow, the world would probably be a friendlier place. We'd spend less time arguing online and more time helping the neighbor whose lawn mower just died... or returning the shopping cart instead of leaving it in the middle of the parking lot like it was abandoned by a lost civilization.

Maybe the real competition isn't "Which religion is right?"

Maybe it's "Who's actually practicing what they preach?"

That question applies to everyone.

At the end of the day, I don't think most people are looking for someone who can quote the most verses. They're looking for someone who's kind, honest, dependable, and treats others with respect.

Those qualities are a lot harder to fake than carrying around a book.

Until next time, keep smiling, keep laughing, and maybe spend a little more time living your values than arguing about everyone else's.

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Family Reunions: The Original Social Network

 

When I was a kid, family reunions seemed like the biggest event of the summer. It wasn't optional—it was just what you did. Somebody would reserve a park pavilion, Grandma would somehow know exactly how many people were coming, and every picnic table would be covered with enough food to feed a small army.

There was always that one uncle who claimed he was the Grill Master. You know the guy. He'd stand over the charcoal like he was competing on a cooking show while everyone else just wanted a hamburger before sunset.

Then there were the relatives who would ask the same questions every single year.

"So...got a girlfriend yet?"

"What are you doing for work now?"

"How's school?"

As a kid, I thought those conversations would eventually end. Turns out they just get replaced with:

"How's your back?"

"How's your cholesterol?"

"Can you believe how expensive everything is?"

Progress, I guess.

After I graduated high school, I slowly quit going. Life got busy, people moved, work took over, and weekends filled up faster than the dessert table.

Then Grandma and Grandpa passed away.

Looking back, I realize they were the glue that held everything together. They were the reason everyone showed up. They knew everyone's birthdays, remembered every grandkid's favorite dessert, and somehow convinced dozens of adults to spend an entire afternoon together without anyone needing a group text.

After they were gone, I honestly don't even know if the family still has reunions.

Maybe they do.

Maybe someone else took over.

Or maybe everyone's scattered across the country wondering the same thing I am.

It's funny how you don't realize some traditions depend on one or two special people until they're no longer there.

I don't miss being asked the same questions every year.

I don't miss sweating in July while chasing mosquitoes around the park.

And I definitely don't miss that mysterious potato salad that had been sitting in the sun just a little too long.

But I do miss seeing everyone in one place.

I miss hearing stories I'd already heard a hundred times.

I miss Grandma making sure nobody left hungry.

And I miss Grandpa sitting back with a smile, watching everyone laugh together.

Family reunions weren't really about the food or the games.

They were about having a reason to slow down for one afternoon and remember where you came from.

If your family still has reunions, go if you can.

Someday you may realize those awkward conversations, burnt burgers, and endless desserts were actually some pretty good memories.

And if someone asks whether you've got a girlfriend yet...

Just tell them you're still trying to avoid becoming the topic of next year's reunion.

 

I'm Not Political... Until It Starts Emptying My Wallet

People always ask, "Are you political?"

My answer is pretty simple:

Not really... until my wallet starts getting lighter for reasons that don't make sense.

I don't wake up every morning wondering what politician said what. I'm more concerned about whether my coffee is hot, my truck starts, and if gas prices decided to play another round of "Guess Today's Number."

What gets my attention isn't the color of a campaign sign. It's when everyday people keep paying more while being told it's somehow for their own good.

I work hard for what I have. Most people do. That's why it's frustrating when it feels like the people spending the money aren't the ones earning it.

I've always believed I can decide where my own paycheck should go better than someone sitting in an office hundreds of miles away. If I want to spend money fixing up my house, helping family, buying tools, or finally treating myself to something I've wanted for years—that should be my decision.

Then there's eminent domain.

Imagine spending years paying off your property, mowing the lawn, planting trees, building memories... only to hear someone has decided your land would look better under a parking lot or another giant building.

That doesn't exactly feel like winning.

And here's where I scratch my head.

We're constantly told we need to protect the environment—which sounds great—but then perfectly good trees disappear, farmland gets paved over, and another shiny building pops up.

Fast forward twenty years and sometimes that same building is half empty, abandoned, or the company has already moved into an even newer building because renovating wasn't exciting enough.

Meanwhile... those trees aren't coming back overnight.

Neither is the farm.

It starts to feel like we're riding the world's most expensive merry-go-round.

Build.

Move.

Abandon.

Repeat.

I'm not saying progress is bad. New businesses create jobs, and communities need to grow.

I just think growth should be planned wisely instead of assuming bigger automatically means better.

At the end of the day, I don't really care whether someone has an R, a D, or any other letter next to their name.

I care whether regular people can afford groceries, gas, a home, and maybe even a little fun without feeling like they're running on a financial treadmill.

That's not about politics.

That's about common sense.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend the rest of my day doing something far less stressful...

Trying to figure out why a gallon of paint costs almost as much as a decent steak.

Now that should be investigated.

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Speedway's Gas Price Olympics

 

I don't know who sits in the Speedway boardroom every night, but I imagine someone yelling, "Quick! Add another 50 cents before everyone wakes up!"

I remember when Speedway seemed like the place to stop because the prices were usually competitive. These days, it feels like they're competing in a completely different event... the 100-yard dash to the highest gas price in town.

You'll be driving home one evening thinking, "Gas isn't too bad today."

The next morning...

BOOM!

The sign looks like someone accidentally hit the "inflate prices" button.

Then comes my favorite part.

Instead of dropping back to where it was, the price slowly trickles down all week. Two cents today. Three cents tomorrow. Maybe another penny if they're feeling generous. It's like watching a snail push a boulder downhill.

Meanwhile, you drive past another gas station that's had the exact same price for what seems like two weeks. They must have missed the emergency meeting where everyone decided gasoline was suddenly made from unicorn tears.

I know gas prices change for a lot of reasons, and every station sets its own prices. But as a customer, it sure feels strange when one station jumps way up overnight while another barely moves at all.

So now I've become one of those people.

I slow down just enough to read every gas station sign like I'm judging an Olympic event.

"Not today, Speedway..."

"I'll see what the station down the road has."

Sometimes the cheapest gas isn't even worth driving across town for, but there's something satisfying about not rewarding a price that makes you do a double take.

Maybe next week it'll be different.

Or maybe I'll wake up tomorrow, look at the sign, and wonder if they're selling premium gas... or premium vacation packages.

Until then, I'll keep playing the world's least exciting game:

"Guess What Gas Costs Today!"

The prize?

Getting home with enough money left over for a coffee.

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Deer: The World's Worst Driver's

 

I've driven a lot of miles over the years, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's this:

You don't dodge deer.

The deer decides whether you're involved in its life story or not.

People always say, "Just watch for deer."

Thanks. I hadn't thought of looking for the 150-pound woodland missile that's about to appear out of nowhere.

I've hit a few over the years, and somehow every one of them had a different strategy.

When I lived in Indiana, I had not one...but TWO different occasions where a deer exploded out of a cornfield. The funny part? They didn't even run in front of me.

Nope.

They ran straight into the SIDE of my vehicle.

I wasn't driving into them.

They basically T-boned themselves.

I still picture them holding a little insurance card saying, "Well...this is going to be awkward."

Then there was my time living in northern Michigan. A deer came flying out of the woods, running at an angle beside the road. I thought, "Perfect! It's going to keep going."

Wrong.

At the very last second, it made a hard left directly in front of my car.

Now, this wasn't some lightweight little sports car. It was a big, heavy car that didn't exactly stop on a dime. By the time my brain said "Brake!" the car was still saying, "We'll get around to that eventually."

The deer won that round.

Then came my favorite one.

I had barely left my house and wasn't even going very fast. A deer decided to run right beside my vehicle like we were training for a marathon together.

For a second I thought, "Hey, this one's got it figured out."

Then, for reasons only a deer could explain, it suddenly decided crossing the road through my right front fender was the best option.

THUMP.

Really?

You had the whole road.

The whole field.

The entire forest.

And you picked the six square feet occupied by my truck.

It left me with a nice dent and probably left the deer telling all its buddies, "You should've seen the look on his face!"

I've come to the conclusion that deer don't understand roads.

They don't understand traffic.

They definitely don't understand timing.

They're basically woodland squirrels on stilts with absolutely no game plan.

So these days, whenever someone says, "Be careful. There are deer around."

I just nod.

Because I'm already watching.

I'm just hoping today's deer has a better decision-making process than the last four.

If you've ever hit a deer—or had one hit you—you know exactly what I'm talking about. Sometimes you're not avoiding wildlife...

You're just an unwilling participant in the annual Deer Driving Championship.

Drive safe out there...and remember, if a deer is standing on the side of the road looking at you, don't assume it's staying there.

It's probably just waiting for the exact moment that makes the least amount of sense.

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Arguing With AI... and Losing to a Computer

 

Who knew one of my newest hobbies would be debating with artificial intelligence?

I started trying different AI programs because I have way more ideas than I have time. One AI is great at writing, another is better at images, another makes videos, and another looks at you like, "Best I can do is six fingers and a squirrel wearing sunglasses."

You bounce around until you find the one that almost gets it right.

Then the fun begins.

You type, "Can you move the coffee cup over a little?"

The AI replies, "Absolutely!"

Now the coffee cup is gone, the person's shirt changed colors, the dog has disappeared, and somehow there are two moons in the sky.

"No... just move the coffee cup."

"I've made several improvements!"

You didn't ask for improvements. You asked for a coffee cup relocation!

Sometimes I think I'm in a negotiation.

"No, leave everything else exactly the same."

"I have reimagined your entire concept."

"That wasn't the assignment!"

The funny thing is, AI never gets offended. It just keeps confidently making the wrong changes like it's doing you the biggest favor in the world.

After the tenth attempt, you finally accept that close enough is sometimes as good as it's going to get. You could spend another hour arguing with a computer, or you could actually finish the project and move on with your day.

I've learned that every AI has its own personality. Some are creative. Some are stubborn. Some seem to think every design needs dramatic lighting and someone smiling at the camera.

And every once in a while, one of them absolutely nails the idea on the first try. Those are the moments that keep you coming back.

So yes, I still experiment with different AI tools. They're helping me turn ideas into reality much faster than I ever could on my own. They save time, spark new ideas, and occasionally make me laugh when they completely miss the point.

Just don't expect to win an argument with one.

It never raises its voice.

It never gets frustrated.

It just quietly says, "Here's another version..."

...and somehow made the coffee cup even bigger.

Hopefully, all this experimenting pays off in the long run. Every new tool teaches me something, every project gets a little better, and every once in a while I get a good laugh out of the process. If nothing else, at least the AI gives me plenty of material for my next blog post!

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