module Main where

import System.Environment
import Text.Regex.Posix

split :: String -> [String]
split line =
  let (_, _, _, result) = line =~ "(.*<SYNC (START|Start)=)([0-9]+)(>.*)" :: (String, String, String, [String]) in
  result

shiftTimeLine :: Int -> String -> String
shiftTimeLine time line =
  case split line of
    [] -> line
    [a,_,x,b] -> a ++ show ((read x) + time) ++ b

shiftTime :: [String] -> Int -> [String]
shiftTime ls time =
  map (shiftTimeLine time) ls

minuteFrom :: String -> Int
minuteFrom "" = 0
minuteFrom str = read $ take (length str - 1) str

signFrom "+" = 1
signFrom "" = 1
signFrom "-" = -1

fracFrom "" = 0
fracFrom str = read $ take 3 $ drop 1 str

parseTime :: String -> Int
parseTime time =
  let (_, _, _, result) = time =~ "([-+]?)([0-9]+:)?([0-9]+)(\\.[0-9]+)?" :: (String, String, String, [String])
      [signStr, minuteStr, secStr, fracStr] = result
      sign = signFrom signStr
      minute = minuteFrom minuteStr
      sec = read secStr :: Int
      frac = fracFrom fracStr in
  sign * ((minute * 60 + sec) * 1000 + frac)

main = do
  args <- getArgs
  case args of
    [path, time] -> do
      file <- readFile path
      writeFile (path ++ ".smi") $ unlines $ shiftTime (lines file) (parseTime time)
      return ()
    _ -> putStrLn "usage: sami filename [+|-]time"

$ ghc --make sami.hs

$ ./sami some.smi 3:00

$ ./sami someother.smi -20.5

The Sami languages

The Sami languages are spoken in Sápmi in Northern Europe, in a region stretching over the four countries Norway, Sweden, Finland and Russia, reaching from the southern part of central Scandinavia in the southwest to the tip of the Kola Peninsula in the east.

During the Middle Ages and Early Modern Age now extinct Sami languages were also spoken in the central and southern parts of Finland and Karelia and in a wider area on the Scandinavian peninsula. Historical documents as well as Finnish and Karelian oral tradition contain many mentions of the earlier Sami inhabitation in these areas (Itkonen 1947). Also loanwords as well as place-names of Sami origin in the southern dialects of Finnish and Karelian dialects testify of earlier Sami presence in the area (Koponen 1996; Saarikivi 2004; Aikio 2007). These Sami languages, however, became later extinct under the wave of the Finno-Karelian agricultural expansion.

The Sami languages form a branch of the Uralic language family. According to the traditional view, Sami is within the Uralic family most closely related to the Baltic-Finnic languages (Sammallahti 1998). However, this view has recently been doubted by some scholars, who argue that the traditional view of a common Finno-Sami protolanguage is not as strongly supported as has been earlier assumed, and that the similarities may stem from an areal influence on Sami from Baltic-Finnic.

In terms of internal relationships, the Sami languages are divided into two groups: the western and the eastern ones. The groups may be further divided into various subgroups and ultimately individual languages. (Sammallahti 1998: 6-38.) Parts of the Sami language area form a dialect continuum in which the neighbouring languages may be to a fair degree mutually intelligible, but two more widely separated groups will not understand each other's speech. There are, however, sharp and absolute language boundaries, in particular between Northern Sami, Inari Sami and Skolt Sami, the speakers of which are not able to understand each other without learning or long practice.

Western Sami languages

- Southern Sami
- Ume Sami
- Pite Sami
- Lule Sami
- Northern Sami

Eastern Sami languages

- Inari Sami
- Kemi Sami (extinct)
- Skolt Sami
- Akkala Sami (extinct)
- Kildin Sami
- Ter Sami

At present there are nine living Sami languages. The largest six of the languages have independent literary languages; the three others have no written standard, and there are only few, mainly elderly speakers left. The ISO 639-2 code for all Sami languages without its proper code is "smi".

The other Sami languages are moribund and have very few speakers left. Ten speakers of Ter Sami were known to be alive in 2004, and Pite Sami and Ume Sami likely have under 20 speakers left. The last speaker of Akkala Sami is known to have died in December 2003, and the eleventh attested variety Kemi Sami became extinct in the 19th century.

Of course the data needs to be continuoslly revised as the sociolinguistic situation is always dynamic. Advice an info in that direction would be very appreciated, so if you are Sami and are reading that, do not hesitate to comment!

Publisher Chipmunkapublishers

This novel is based upon true events in the lives of the author and her family members.

The narrator, Lana, is three years old when she stands on a hill with her mother and sisters for the first time, waiting for butterflies to land on her. Thus Nily Naiman begins this sensual, emotional, and ever-surprising saga of a very special family. The complex narrative spreads over two lifetimes and four continents, over times of war and peace, and poverty and plenty.

The women of this novel are larger than life. Only at the age of 18 does Lana come to the realization that not everything has been known to her about her family, and she begins an adventurous journey in search of her roots and her identity. Her mother, Sara, a determined and passionate woman who found herself in the wilderness of Mongolia during the Second World War, relates a life story of exceptional bravery and turmoil. Lana’s two sisters are polar opposites as personalities, but each in her own way is fascinating and brings the reader to tears. Farah, an Arab woman who lives under the Israeli occupation is a symbol of strength and incredible pride in her identity. Lana’s captivating daughters each uniquely combine the attributes of sensitivity and courage. Lana herself lives through an extraordinary and unexpected series of events that bring forth all the special strengths that she has within her.

Although this complex tale is focused primarily in Mongolia it reaches throughout much of the world. Author Naiman is able to transmit the magical atmosphere of each locale that she describes, from the hard, constricted, narrow-minded climate of Israel, a tiny country at war, to the distant, open terrain of Mongolia, its mountains, lakes, deserts, and forests, and its open-minded people.

One thread of the narrative is an old belief that when a girl stands on a hill where butterflies are about, the number that land on her will foretell the number of husbands that she will have. The men in this book, the butterflies, are all interesting in their own right, sensitive, strong and caring. They supply the physical and emotional needs of the women and provide critical support in times of severe stress. But it is the women who are central.

Coping with the setbacks and crises of life is a major theme of the story. Both Lana and later her eldest daughter live through shocking events that cause them to retreat within themselves. They lose the capacity to speak or even utter a sound. The book explores in depth the phenomenon of post-traumatic muteness, the horrendous conscious fears and frustrations that accompany it, and the paradoxical and contradictory underlying reality that this kind of mental collapse temporarily frees the individual from her normal relationship with her surroundings, a convenient and all too enticing form of escape. This silence has a “language” of its own. It speaks, it cries, it shouts out in anger, all in the mind of the sufferer.

Through the experiences of Lana and her daughter the book describes not only the horrible anxiety and loneliness that are a part of post-traumatic muteness, but the exceptional strength and courage that must be brought to bear to fight one’s way out of the suffering and renew one’s relationship with the world. Of all the demonstrations of strength and determination in the course of the saga, the struggles of Lana and her daughter in this regard are perhaps the greatest examples

I really am trying to be a responsible American and watch the debate right now but wow, it makes me all distracted and drowsy.  I need someone to just give me the important highlights after its over.  It's like when you read a sentence over and over again but it doesn't sink in and you have to keep reading it twenty times before you comprehend.  I'm politically ignorant because I get bogged down in the question dodging, rhetoric and babble.  And I'm not patient enough to wade through it all I guess. 

I think our household is about over our colds.  Sami never got really sick, nothing more than a little coughing and sneezing.  Oh, and some majorly huge boogers that I'm amazed could come out of her cute button nose.  Ew.  She went to the pediatrician yesterday for her 2 month checkup and first round of shots.  She now weighs 11 lbs and 11 oz and is 24 inches long.  She's in the 95th percentile for her length!  Long Tall Sami!  She did ok with the shots although I wussed out and made The Accountant hold her while the nurse did her thing to my poor baby's legs.  She made the most horrible sounding cry, like we've never heard before and come away with three cute Crayola bandages.  (Sami, not the nurse).

She had a huge fit last night so we sat with cool washclothes on her legs and gave her some infant Tylenol.   She seemed fine today and she is healthy and happy (most of the time).  Oh I almost forgot, her head is whompyjawed.  She favors her right side and now her head is flatter on that side.  The pediatrician told us to increase tummy time (which she HATES) and lay her on her left side as much as possible.  Poor whompyjawed baby.  I just like saying that word "whompyjawed"...

Ok. Sábado depois do almoço, eu estava morrendo de cólica, tomei remédio e me enfiei um pouco debaixo das cobertas enquanto jogava Lemmings no celular. Daí melhorei um pouco, Samuca e Edu já estavam praticamente prontos quando comecei a me arrumar. Passamos na Sami e fomos pra Floripa. Já depois de Tijucas, no comecinho de Biguaçú, o pneu traseiro esquerdo do carro fura, ainda bem que, a esta altura do campeonato, a chuva tinha diminuído bastante e, então, só estava chuviscando de leve. Enquanto Samuca e Edu tiravam as coisas do porta-malas para pegar macaco, chave de roda, triângulo e o step, perguntei se eles queriam que eu ligasse para o 0800 dos caras do trânsito (estão começando a criar espaço para colocar os pedágios já aprovados e por isso já colocaram pessoal em vários pontos da BR-101 em SC com guinchos, S10 e ambulâncias para ajudar os motoristas) e Samuca e Edu disseram que não precisava. Não precisava mesmo! Não deu um minuto depois que fiz essa pergunta, e eles já encostaram no acostamento (ha!) com o guincho com milhares de girefléx ligados perguntando se precisávamos de ajuda e, enquanto ele perguntava, um cara de um Monza (eu acho) que tava em alta velocidade deve ter se assustado com o triângulo e com os girofléx, já que estávamos parados já depois de uma curva, e, como o asfalto tava molhado, o cara rodou e bateu umas duas ou três vezes na mureta. Samuca e Edu, fora do carro trocando o pneu se assustaram, mas acho que Sami e eu que estávamos dentro do carro nos assustamos mais ainda, pois o carro quase bateu na gente em uma das viradas!! Enfim, depois dos sustos e do pneu trocado, seguimos viagem. Chegamos em Floripa, fomos no Shopping Beira Mar Norte, comemos um McDonald's e seguimos para o norte da ilha, mais especificamente, a praia do Santinho, pois tínhamos uma festa de 15 anos para fotografar lá.

Aniversariante linda, família linda, decoração linda, enfim, festa linda. As fotos estão de babar! Acredito que irão ao ar na terça-feira.

Ok, pela 1h da manhã, voltando da festa, passando pela Beira-mar norte, muuuita chuva, estávamos indo devagar no carro, pois tinha tanta chuva que o limpador de pára-brisa quase não vencia e a gente mal enxergava a rua, enfim, não deu para parar no sinal, pois estávamos com medo de que o carro derrapasse, sei lá, e daí levamos uma multa. Vamos tentar recorrer, tomara que dê certo!

Lá pela 1h da madrugada, muita chuva na Beira-mar norte. | Foto: Eduardo Mendes.

Chegamos em casa, eu vi todas as fotos das três câmeras (alugamos a D50 do Tom para que o Samuca e a Sami aproveitassem o passeio e também tirassem umas fotos na festa!) e fomos dormir.

Hoje, depois do almoço, fomos tirar algumas fotos na Beira-mar norte e no Museu da Polícia Militar, já que tinha saído um solzinho tímido.

Edu e eu no trapiche da Beira-mar norte. | Foto: Samuel Machado.

No Museu da Polícia Militar em Floripa.

Depois, voltamos pra casa, mas antes fizemos a parada obrigatória no Rio da Prata para um bom e velho pastel. E agora eu vou pra cama, porque já passou da meia noite, to cansada e com sono.

If you want to laugh, just listen to this debate.

Brother Sami Zaatari Vs Karim ( Christian prince)

I say without doubt that Sami won the debate.. and karim has been destroyed very badly ..

Sami did a great job as usual, thanks to God almighty ..

May Allah be pleased with him..

Allah Akubar ..

Last night was not good.  She slept just great as long as I held her but as soon as she was put in her crib or even laid down next to me she would tune up and it was all over but the cryin', so to speak.  Most nights haven't been like that in a while I'm happy to say but something about last night had her riled up.  Maybe she could sense my Saturday night stress.  I really want/need her and I to get a decent amount of sleep on Saturday nights so we can get up and get to church on Sunday mornings.  That obviously didn't happen this week. 

My poor Accountant is sick as well.  He doesn't get sick very often but when he does he gets it bad.  This is sinus issues/cold I think.  I am praying that Sami doesn't catch it, or me either for that matter but the odds are stacked against that I think.  I have a runny nose and a scratchy throat but so far am fending off the worst of it. 

Anyway, I gotta run for now.

In the line at the grocery store the other day for example.  Instead of buying Cosmo or Marie Claire, I bought a Family Circle.  What the heck?  Instead of MTV, I'm becoming sucked into the imaginary world of Days Of Our Lives.  Next thing you know I will be sporting mom jeans.

SOMEBODY STOP ME!!!

Uno strumento figlio di un'epoca ben diversa dalla nostra, ma che è tornato sotto i riflettori in questi anni. Ultimo in ordine di tempo, anche l'ospedale San Gerardo di Monza ripropone la ruota degli esposti: si tratterà naturalmente di una versione aggiornata, dove una culla termica e dotata di sensori sostituirà il piano di legno grezzo e la campanella che accoglieva i neonati abbandonati nell'Ottocento.

Strano pensare che oggi, nel ventunesimo secolo, ce ne sia bisogno. In una società che si vanta della sua apertura mentale, dove è vietato dare regole, dove non è lecito scandalizzarsi per non passare subito per bacchettoni. Una società dove i matrimoni combinati non esistono più, non esistono barriere di classe, dove non viene negata a nessuno una seconda possibilità; una società post-matrimoniale, sentimentalmente disinibita, senza limiti e confini, dove l'unico limite alla casistica delle unioni è l'immaginazione dei suoi componenti.

Una società dove la parola adulterio ha perso il suo significato di fronte alla coppia "progressista" (secondo il termine usato qualche anno fa da un regista, tradito, che si beffava della fedeltà coniugale), dove i figli naturali, nati fuori dal matrimonio, stanno raggiungendo i figli legittimi (anzi, suona strano che questi ultimi si chiamino ancora così).

Una società dove si può partorire e rifiutare il riconoscimento del neonato, senza nemmeno il fastidio di cercare una motivazione.
Una società dove non ci si crea problemi ad allevare in famiglia i figli avuti insieme, quelli di lei, quelli di lui. Una società dove le relazioni interpersonali si incrociano, si perdono, si ritrovano e si mescolano in un crogiolo sentimental-televisivo a metà tra la vita e il reality show.

Eppure proprio questa nostra società, così libera e realizzata, abbandona i neonati: proprio come quando l'adulterio era un marchio d'infamia e una gravidanza fuori del matrimonio una vergogna.

Come una volta, o peggio: almeno nell'Ottocento si aveva la cura di affidarli alla pubblica pietà, o a un monastero, anziché abbandonarli per la strada in pieno inverno o posarli, con un gesto tra i più orrendi per il suo significato intrinseco, in un cassonetto.

È difficile non rilevare l'assurdità di una società come la nostra, da un lato sempre così sensibile di fronte ai diritti umani, dall'altro capace di inculcare un tale disprezzo della vita.

Una società tecnologica ed emancipata, globalizzata ed ecologica, luminosa e proiettata verso il futuro.

Una società convinta di aver superato i fantasmi del passato, e che invece non ha mai perso il suo cuore di tenebra.

27 Eylül 21:30 Tepebaşı bld. Kılıç lunapark

Now, when I lived in Columbus, I used to have Heather at Studio Posh cut my hair, but she's not there anymore and neither am I. Although if she were still working there I would absolutely drive four hours for a hair cut and color. I used to walk in, sit down in her chair, and just say "do whatever you want" and magically I would walk out with spectacular hair. People complimented my hair all the time, and it was never, ever boring. I love Heather. Heather, if you read this, WHERE ARE YOU? I explained that this was my general approach to hairstyles to the new stylist, Sami, over the phone, and she said that was totally fine. Apparently I told her I didn't want "boring" hair. So sue me; it's a small town, there's not really much of a scene, as it were, and I was half afraid of walking out with a perm and a mullet (i.e. a permullet).

So I walked in and sat down, and I was still fairly nervous; I hadn't brought any photos with me and all I could really tell her was "do something you think will look cool." She looked at my long-ass hair and asked if I was absolutely certain I wanted to cut it off, and I said fuck yes I want to cut it off, and anyway it'll grow back eventually. Sadly I couldn't donate it because Locks of Love apparently only takes virgin hair? Who knew?

Anyway, I have to give Sami some props, because she gave me a crazy haircut. I like it. Probably a lot, but you know how it is when the cut's two hours old and you're not QUITE sure yet. It's stylable with my favorite hair product, i.e. wax and/or paste (the Aveda stuff that looks like a deodorant stick, that my scuzzy gross disgusting slob roommate THOUGHT was deodorant and had been applying to his scuzzy gross disgusting slob pits for a week before he mentioned it to me, that stuff, I like it). I believe I shall have to visit a store tonight -- there's a Sally in town -- and purchase some hair-wax-stuff. I no longer have any because when your hair is about 3' long it's not like it does much for you.

I neglected to take any before photos, but... just imagine "ew" and you're close. Afters!

And honestly, I tried to get a good photo. I took about 50 pictures, but most of them were blurry and/or so unflattering that THIS photo actually looked GOOD. I am not drunk, nor am I a boxer coming to kick your ass. Yes I'm sticking my chin out because I always do so I don't look like Bucky le Teeth or something. Also I never realized how much my nose looks like an ass before. Also also, my mother used to argue with me and say my eyes were brown, but I believe this photo clearly shows that they are hazel. Sometimes I pretend they're green. If you can look at Flickr up there, Mum: I TOLD YOU SO.

This is an attempt to show the side/back of the hair, not an emo pose with the camera below my head instead of above it because I'm so emo my arms cry when I ask them to raise. I think it's a cool haircut. Also it cleverly covers much of the right cheek, which is where I have the worst zits and stuff (which everyone SAYS they don't notice but I think it's one of those things people just say because sometimes honesty is not the best policy).

Zack likes it, too. I know he loved the long hair but he apparently thinks the new haircut is "pretty." So, yay! I'm happy; I can't tell you how fucking pleased I am to NOT have all that HAIR sticking to my NECK and then I'm sleeping and somehow it has tangled itself through my armpit and under the pillow and I go to turn over and yell OW OW OW WHAT THE HELL.

I really want color, but I'm really not sure I can afford salon color, and I'm thinking of just giving it a go at home. The thing is, Sami was talking about like orangey-red with black underneath and blonde chunks and it sounds SO COOL and there's no way in hell I could do that at home and ohhh no. I'm not going to talk myself into it. I might just see if I can get it red or black at home. Hmm. Red or black... maybe I should pick a card.

The six week mark also means that my maternity leave is officially halfway over.  Please pass the tissues while I sob uncontrollably will ya?  No seriously, I have decided that I don't want to stay at home full time but working part time would be the shizz.  Or at least something I'd like to try.  Who do I need to speak to about this?  Anyone?  Bueller? Bueller?

So far today has been a really good day although I am a bit more tired than usual, if that is even possible.  I was thinking the other day that before Sami got here I thought I could not possibly operate or function as a decent member of society on less than 5 or 6 hours of sleep.  But over the past several weeks I've been operating on much less than that and seem to be doing ok once I get woken up.  Sami wakes every 3 hours or so for food and diaper changes.  I assume she's eating the right amount, not really sure about this.  I just give her whatever she'll take and assume she knows what she's doing.  She's only projectile vomited a few times which I suspect was due to overfeeding but who knows.  Next doctor appt is at 2 months, Sept 25. 

Breastfeeding...not so much.  I did it up till now but hated pretty much every minute of it.  Therefore I am stopping.  There are many reasons that I won't go into but let's just say that this house will be a more pleasant place to live in once the milk is dried up and gone away and the boobs are not causing me excruciating pain. 

Last night was Sami's first excursion to church.  I was apprehensive about it but it went very well.  She was a model child until she started fussing at the end and I took her to the nursery for a change and feeding.  I think she liked the singing actually. 

The other day I went with my friend Donita to get a pedicure.  It was soooo nice to have girl time and come away with purty toes.  I really need to get out more these days.  It's been a difficult adjustment for me and I just sometimes get into a funk where I don't want to see anyone and barricading myself in the house is not good.  Of course, I've had this problem before baby but that's a whole 'nother post.  Anyway, Donita brings such a positive vibe to life and is always great at cheering me up.  Go check out her blog and her cutie-patootie, Amelia! 

....As usual, this post got interrupted mid-stream, causing me to enter into Rambling Territory and besides, it's 4:30 in the morning.  So I will stop the madness and go back to bed before I start talking about traveling gnomes or something.  Peace out.

Luleå

We landed in this lovely Nordic town one hour after taking off in Stockholm, so the journey was very short. They have a small and cozy airport and as soon as you exit the outside door you're in the forest. Forest is the landmark of this area.

Gammelstad

Gammelstad is a very well preserved church village near Luleå, with more than 400 wooden houses arranged around a 15th-century stone church. The church is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and, if you were wondering, they accept donations made with the credit card.

Norra Sandsjärv

Located about 120km away from Luleå, Norra Sandsjärv is the village where we stayed for the 4 days spent there. The accommodation was offered by a cozy stuga (cottage), which will be the subject of an upcoming post here.

The orange discharge you can see in the picture is not pollution from some chemicals, but decaying vegetable matter, named torv (peat) used as fuel.

Polar circle

This is not actually a place, but if you drive a bit up north from Norra Sandsjärv, in about 40km you'll cross the Napapiiri (polar circle in Sami). High chances of seeing reindeers crossing the street (we saw about 15 on the way) or moose at dusk (we saw none). Zero chances of heat waves here.

In the summer time, the things that you'll encounter the most in these areas are: forest, lakes and mosquitoes. Our trip was taken at the end of August, so the mosquitoes were not that many. By not that many, I mean you'll still be slapping your face every 5 seconds when standing outside in the evening. You definitely need protection from insects if you're going there during the summer. Even if the mosquitoes population vary with the season, you can still count on the lakes and the forest.

I'm gonna attach pictures of my scars here. i want to work out how. i can't stop looking, and i havent cut in months. in greece i didnt cut, well i did once but it was tiny and i started throwing rocks after, so a massive improvement.

i dont think i punched anyone. no, wait, i think i may have. i dont know, thats the point - i drink too much to the point where i wouldnt have a clue. I probably bit my sister. I think I do it to tell her something is wrong, but it just comes out as a bite.

met a boyfriend. a good one. an independant one who will be there when i need him, and can admit to needing him, but who doesnt want me to need him, who just wants to fall in. =0) so thats good.

i cant sleep. i comm..

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AHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so happy! Sami rang me cause earlier i text him saying how much i was struggling, and he made me feel so much better. just being able to ask him to stay on the phone was incredible. he's so good for me! i dont want to do anything written above now!

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Ps: seeing as i probably did hit someone, freaked out at tagged photos of me where you could see, and genuinly hide from my parents, i think i failed on all three goals. BUT - i was happier with myself out there, and i'm slowly growing to accept myself and deal with my feelings in a more positive way.

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=0) so happy so so happy

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quickly being deflated. going to stop writing now!

Tonight has been a better night compared to Saturday.  Sami had a tummy ache or was just extra fussy for some reason so I didn't sleep much at all and got up Sunday morning all fuzzy and aching and with that feverish feeling I always get from not enough rest.  I turned the baby over to The Accountant and went back to bed until just before 3 in the afternoon.  Yeah, my sleep/wake patterns are all whacked up I know.

A couple of momentous events in our lives....Sami and I had our first outing alone last week.  As in without anyone accompanying us.  We went to my office to turn in some paperwork that had to be in that day.  It took about 2 hours to get both of us ready and gather all the junk you have to take with you when you have a baby along.  I was a bit nervous about working and carrying the car seat but I did ok and Sami did great, sleeping all the way to Nashville and most of the time we were at the office.  She was a hit with my coworkers of course. 

Momentous event number two that only The Accountant and I care about but I'm posting anyway - Sami's umbilical cord stump finally fell off after over a month.  The pediatrician told me to call her if it hadn't came off after 4 weeks so I'm glad it finally decided to dislodge.  Which means Sami will get her first real bath (instead of a sponge bath) in a couple of days.  Woohoo.  I finally get to use that cute bathtub I bought! 

Later taters.