Chanttelle w/ baby Savonah:

Noah (Emarie's baby brother):

And my babies, Killer & Nila:

Bueno ha pasado mas de 1 semana desde mi ultimo post, y es que he tenido bastantes cosas que hacer, pero lo bueno ha sido que tuve una clases dictada por una empresa colombiana dedicada al desarrollo de juegos, The Ethereal Game Factory , donde aprendi hacer el juego pong con Java ME, con un poco de tiempo lo podre subir al blog y explicar un poco de como usar el framework para celulares de java.

5. FPS and Sleeping for Varying Times

Una debilidad en el bucle de animación, es la velocidad, por ejemplo en una maquina lenta un bucle se ejecuta 20 veces en un segundo pero en una maquina rápida serán 80 veces, siendo 4 veces más rápido y a veces injugable.

Ahora, recuerdan que les explique sobre FPS, bueno ahora se los explicare un poco mejor, un frame es una iteración del bucle de animación, es decir, una vez que pasa por las funciones de renderizado, actualización y siesta, es decir, si queremos que nuestro juego corra a100fps cada iteración del bucle debería tomar 1000/100 = 10ms (1000 = 1 segundo), el tiempo que tome la iteración deberá ser guardado en la variable "period".

[sourcecode language='java']

public void run()
/* actualiza, renderiza y duerme constantemente*/
{
/* Reptidamente: actualiza,renderiza, duerme, */

long beforeTime, timeDiff, sleepTime;
beforeTime = System.currentTimeMillis();

running = true;
while(running) {
gameUpdate(); // Actualiza el estado del juego
gameRender(); // renderiza en un buffer

paintScreen(); // dibuja el buffer en la pantalla

timeDiff = System.currentTimeMillis() - beforeTime;
sleepTime = period - timeDiff; // timepo que deberia faltar en el bucle
if (sleepTime <= 0) // si actualizar/renderizar toma mas de lo que deberia
sleepTime = 5; // igual duerme un ratito
try {
Thread.sleep(sleepTime); // en ms
}
catch(InterruptedException ex){}
beforeTime = System.currentTimeMillis();
}
System.exit(0); // cierra JFrame o JApplet si existen
} // fin de run()
[/sourcecode]

5.1. Timer Resolution

Tambien llamado Granularidad, es la cantidad de tiempo que deberia separar a 2 temporarizadores, es decir ¿cuanto daria la resta de 2 variables con informacion de  System.currentTimeMillis() ?

Bueno el valor de esta resta depende del sistema operativo (the resolution of the standard clock interrupt), por ejemplo en windows 95/98 la resolucion es de 55 ms lo que significa que los valores de System.currentTimeMillis() cambiaran cada 55ms, y esto, en un bucle de animacion significa que correra más lento de lo esperado, por ejemplo imaginemos que un bucle de animacion toma menos de 55 ms, que hacemos despues? ¿esperamos a que termine el bucle? Bueno eso daria como resultado que el juego tenga que parar un momento dando sensacion de lentitud.

¿Que hacemos al respecto? Bueno tendremos que ver la forma de hacer demorar a nuestro bucle mas 55ms pero lo que daria como resultado un FPS de 18, un numero bastante inadecuado para un juego.

Este propblema no se percibe apartir de las versiones de windows NT en adelante, tampoco en macintosh, ni en linux, ya que System.currentTimeMillis() en XP toma de 10-15ms, haciendo posible obtener entre 67-100 FPS, en Linux y la MAC OS X el temporarizador es cada 1ms, lo que es perfecto para un juego

5.2. What is a good FPS?

En mis posts de Invaders explique de una forma bastante entendible lo que es FPS, pero aca toma una version mas teorica, segun el libro:

El limite inferior es dictado por el ojo humano, y el critical flicker frequency (CFF), en resumidas es la frecuencia de una fuente luminosa fluctuante a la cual se la ve como contínua, debido a que los elementos fotoconversores (fisiológicos), no tienen tiempo para seguir el ciclo de frecuencia. En TV, esta frecuancia es de 50 Hz. A menos frecuencia el ojo percibiría un efecto extraño en la imagen, denominado efecto Flicker ó de parpadeo, es este efecto Flicker el que queremos evitar en los juegos, como antes les enseñe, un monitor va entre 70-90 hz (70-90 FPS) y no hay razon alguna para enviar mas FPS a la tarjeta de video, porque no van a ser mostradas, en cambio consumimos mas recursos de CPU

5.3. Are We Done Yet?

Bueno este librito hace incapie en los problemas de windows 98 en esta parte, pero, obviamente, windows 98 ya no es un SO a considerar sino chequen lo que dice Google y eso que es del 2004, imginense ahora en el 2008...

5.4. Improved Standard Java Timers and Counters

Mencionan algunos problemas de los java timers, pero que son solucionados por J2SE 1.5 (codenamed ‘Tiger’), osea que ya estamos en el 1.6 por ahora asi qeu no se preocupen ^_^

5.5. High Performance Counters - 6.1. Handling Sleep Inaccuracies

Estas partes tratan sobre Java 3D, por favor recuerden que este blog tratara solo y exclusivamente de Java 2D y hacer un juego en 2D, a mi ni siquiera me gusta mucho jugar en 3D xD, si uds gustan pueden leerlo, yo salteare esa parte y seguire en mi sgte post con la parte 7

Nos vemos

Nokia has decided to launch its first touchscreen phone in India in the third week of November. The Finnish handset major will position the phone-Nokia 5800-under its music platform XpressMusic series and is likely to price it at sub-Rs 20,000. The model has just been unveiled globally and pegged by analysts as the iPhone killer.

The Nokia 5800 features a 3.2-megapixel camera with Carl Zeiss lens, a virtual QWERTY keyboard and offers all the music essentials-graphic equaliser, 8GB memory, supports all digital music formats with built-in surround sound stereo speakers.

And Nelson Mandela and the Europeans can go suck eggs.

The Ukrainian president went to power thanks to the orange revolution in Ukraine, since then the Ukrainian government is experiencing a period of instability.

Viktor Yushchenko has supplied the Georgian president Mikhail Saakashvili with tanks and army artillery that have been used to invade South Ossetia on the 08 August 2008, also there are voices that Georgian tanks pilots have been trained in Kiev Ukraine.

Recently a Ukrainian cargo ship named Faina loaded with 33 tanks and other weapons was hijacked by pirates off Somalia last week.

So does the Ukrainian president intends to help the Ukrainian economy selling weapons around the world and encouraging wars?

If you are still wondering what you need time management training for, below are the things considered to be a waste of your precious time. 
� No set daily plan 
� Poor setting of priorities 
� Phone calls 
� Doing things simultaneously. It may seem like the best thing to do but you might just end up not being able to finish anything by attempting to do things all at the same time. 
� Poor task delegation. There are some tasks that can be given to other people. Give yourself a break and give other people a chance to settle things. 
� Cluttered desk. Having a disorganized desk is already stressful especially when you can't find what you are looking for. Clean desk saves you a lot of time and visual stress. 
� Procrastination. You know you lack time, don't waste it by doing nothing. 

Once you undergo time management training, you will have a totally different outlook on how you work and on how you spend your day. Time management training will give you basic steps on how to combat time stealers. 
� Clear your desk. Clear your mind Philosophy. 
� Have a daily plan and incorporate your daily priorities and objectives. 
� Stick to deadlines so you won't have to adjust everything. 
� No procrastination 
� Do not entertain non-important calls. If you must, make phone calls very brief. 
� Delegate tasks 
� Perform the most difficult job when you are at your best. 
� Learn how to say no to tasks that you think will accumulate too much of your time. 
� Give yourself a time to take a breather especially when you feel you are not functioning well enough to perform. You might just ruin your work more. By taking breaks, you also avoid stress to come over you. Stress is not a time-killer but a mind-killer.

By Simon Creer
Saturday, 4 October 2008

Doctors are concerned that women could be damaging their health by wearing high heels

Night Kills
978-0-7860-1844-4
Author: John Lutz
Pub Date : September 30, 2008
Imprint : Pinnacle
Format : Paperback

On The Trail Of A Bloody Killer...Frank Quinn is sure he is hunting for a madman: someone who is shooting young women in the heart, defiling their bodies, leaving only the torsos to be found. Quinn, a former NYPD detective, is called into the case by an ambitious chief of police and mobilizes his team of brilliant law-enforcement misfits. But in the concrete canyons of New York, this shocking serial murder case is turning into something very different...

A Cop And A Victim Fight Back....Jill Clark came to the city with too many hopes and too little cash. Now a seemingly deranged woman is telling her an extraordinary story. New to an exclusive dating service, Jill is warned that other women have died on their dates-and that she could be next. Struggling against a death trap closing in around her, Jill has a powerful ally in Frank Quinn. But no one knows the true motives behind a rampage of cold-blooded murder-or how much more terrifying this is going to get...

"Lutz is one of the masters."--Ridley Pearson "A major talent."--John Lescroart

"I’ve been a fan for years."--T. Jefferson Parker

A multiple Edgar and Shamus Award winner—including the Shamus Lifetime Achievement Award—John Lutz is the author of over forty books. His novel SWF Seeks Same was made into the hit movie Single White Female, and The Ex was a critically acclaimed HBO feature. He lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

(source : http://www.kensingtonbooks.com)

VIEW CHAPTER :

Chapter OneMadeline was on the run.

She should have known better. She really should have.

An insect—a large bee or wasp—whizzed past close to her ear as she skidded around a corner, her right foot almost slipping out of her low-cut sneaker. An instant later came a flat Blam! She knew he was shooting at her.

No doubt now as to what he’d had in mind in the car.

He’s trying to kill me!

Why? What did I do?

She was gasping for breath now, beginning to stumble from exhaustion as she ran down the dark street. Even late as it was, even in this neighborhood, somebody must be awake who would help her. Anyone!

Terror propelled her. Terror and the steady, relentless pounding of his footsteps behind her.

What caused this?

What’s this about?

If he gets close enough to take another shot...

Her right side was aching now. The pain was an enemy trying to bend her body forward so she could no longer run, no longer live. Her legs weren’t merely tired. They were be coming so numb that she could hardly feel any contact with the sidewalk.

Madeline was ready to surrender to the inevitable, and then she saw a shifting of shadow and a brightening at the next dark intersection.

A car’s coming!

Behind her, closer, the gun fired again. It sounded like the flat of one huge palm slapping against another. There was a finality to the sharp report.

It signaled the end of something.

Chapter TwoRetired homicide detective Frank Quinn was having strong black coffee after his breakfast at the Lotus Diner on Amsterdam when a saggy-jowled man who looked like a well-tailored bloodhound sat down opposite him.

“I know I’m late,” the bloodhound growled.

“How so?” Quinn asked, sipping his coffee.

“If it were up to you, I’d have been here much sooner.”

Quinn didn’t answer. Overconfident people bored him.

The two men were almost exact opposites. The bloodhound, who was New York Police Commissioner Harley Renz, was not only saggy jowled but saggy bodied. He’d put on about forty pounds in the past few years, and the expensive chalk-stripe blue suit didn’t disguise it as workable muscle. All vertical stripes did for Renz was zigzag.

Quinn, on the other hand, was tall and rangy, with a firm jaw, a nose broken once too often, and disconcerting flat green eyes. His straight, gray-flecked dark hair was cut short, and recently, but, as always, looked as if a barber should shape it to suit a human head. If Renz was the bloodhound, there was something of the wolf in Quinn.

“You’re glad to see me,” Renz went on, “because you don’t like rotting in retirement at the age of fifty-five.”

Thel the waitress came over and Quinn said, “A coffee for my antagonist.”

“I haven’t had breakfast,” Renz said. “I’ll have a waffle, too. Diet syrup.”

“Stuff tastes like tree sap,” Thel said. She was a dumpy, middle-aged woman who’d never been pretty, so substituted being frank. It worked pretty well for her.

“The real stuff, then,” Renz said, grateful to be nudged off his diet.

Quinn listened for a moment to Upper West Side traffic flowing past on Amsterdam. Somebody just outside shouted an obscenity. Somebody leaned on a car horn and shouted back. New York.

“I’m rotting fast,” he said. “Why don’t you get to the point?”

“Sure. I need you and your team again.”

Quinn and the two detectives Renz had assigned to him on his last case had become media darlings by tracking down a serial killer aptly called the Butcher. Their success had also resulted in Renz’s swift climb up the promotional ladder to commissioner. He was, in fact, one of the most popular commissioners the city had ever known. In New York that meant he could do just about as he pleased, including yanking three detectives temporarily back into the NYPD as long as they were willing. He knew Quinn would be willing. And if Quinn was willing, so would be his two detectives. Like Renz, Quinn was a hard man to refuse.

“Why do you need us?”

Renz smiled. Still looked like a bloodhound. “In this city, Quinn, you’re Mister Serial Killer.”

“I’m not sure I like the way you put that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Last time we went to work for you, you got promoted all the way to commissioner.”

“And you got your good name back and became a big hero. There’s something in this for both of us, Quinn. This for that. Tit for tat. That’s how the world works.”

“Your world.”

“Well, that’s the one I live in.”

“What’s next for you, Harley, mayor?”

Renz shrugged. “Who knows?” He seemed serious. Quinn couldn’t see Harley as mayor. But then he hadn’t been able to see him as police commissioner, and there he sat. Police commissioner.

“What are the terms?” Quinn asked.

“Work for hire. It won’t interfere with your settlement or interrupt your retirement pay.”

Quinn wasn’t worried about the pay. Soon after the Night Prowler case, he’d gotten a large settlement from the city after having been falsely accused of raping a fourteen-yearold girl. Another cop had done it, and Quinn proved it. There was noplace Quinn could go to get his reputation back, so he settled for enough money to pay his attorneys and support himself comfortably with or without his pension.

“If I’m going to do it,” he said, “it’s got to interest me.”

“Oh, it will.”

Thel came over with Renz’s coffee and waffle, and maple syrup in a container that looked like one of those little liquor bottles the airlines give you.

“This,” Thel said, tapping the bottle’s cap with a chipped, red-enameled nail, “is good stuff. Straight from the tree.”

“I believe you, sweetheart,” Renz said.

When she’d walked away, he slathered his waffle with butter, then poured the little bottle’s entire contents over it.

“We’ve got us a serial killer,” he said to Quinn, “but the media’s not onto it yet. Except for Cindy Sellers, who’s sitting on it.”

“How many victims?”

“Two women.”

“Doesn’t sound like enough to make a serial killer.”

“They were both killed in identical, distinctive ways.”

“Then you have the bodies.”

It wasn’t a question. Renz picked up knife and fork and attacked his breakfast. “Parts of them,” he said. “Well, that’s not quite accurate,” he amended through a mouthful of waffle. “We’ve got just their torsos.”

He swallowed, then smacked his lips together in appreciation. “This stuff is yummy.”

Which seemed a strange thing for a bloodhound to say, especially one who was police commissioner, but there it was.

Thel sashayed over with some more coffee immediately when Renz had forked in his last bite of waffle, probably because he’d called her sweetheart.

She returned to behind the counter.

“Shot with the same gun,” Renz said, pushing away his empty plate. He dipped a finger into the residue of syrup and licked, then took a sip of coffee. Not in a rush. Relishing his tale. “Twenty-two-caliber hollow point, through the heart.”

“Small gun.”

“Big enough. The M.E. says the wounds were fatal, but the victims might have taken a while to die. Could be they were finished off with shots to the head. Not having the heads, we wouldn’t know.”

“Professional?”

“Nah. Pro wouldn’t go to all the trouble of dismembering the bodies.”

Quinn figured that was true. Then he cautioned himself not to come to any conclusions so soon.

“The other thing,” Renz said, “is that both women were sexually violated by a long, sharply pointed instrument. Not a knife, more like a stake.”

“Tell me that happened after they died,” Quinn said.

“It did according to Nift.” Nift was Dr. Julius Nift, a skillful but verbally brutal medical examiner. “Nift seemed disappointed by this glimmer of mercy in the killer.”

“More like convenience,” Quinn said. “Easier to bring down a victim with a bullet before going to work with a sharp instrument.”

“That’s why you the man,” Renz said. “You can slip right into the minds of these sick creeps.”

“Into yours, too.”

“You figure he does that thing with the sharp stake or whatever ’cause he can’t get it up?”

“There you go.”

Renz licked some more syrup off a finger and smiled at Quinn. “So whaddya say?”

“We’re on,” Quinn said. “I’ll call Feds and Pearl.”

Feds was retired homicide detective Larry Fedderman.

Pearl was...well, Pearl.

And that could be a problem.

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The new Nokia 5800 xpress music tube to become the iphone killer? The new nokia xpress touch screen phone will soon be released in the UK very soon. The amazing looking phone has GPS navigator, wi-fi, Bluetooth, video playback, an FM radio, and an accelerometer. Sounds similar to the iPhone huh? Well it doesn't have any internal memory but does support up to 8GB micro SD which is good but still doesn't compare the iPhone 16GB. Looks great and does have some cool features and will keep you up to date with the dates of release and all that.

It's easy to think Tokyo is safe. This little reminder in the Tokyo Metro alerts me that potential tranny killers are on the loose. This man of several hair colors and genders is suspected in the murder of a European lady. Where's my panic button?

         After the upgrade of the Google blog search home page, users can choose different types of capacity, including business, science and technology, video games, entertainment, television, sports, and so on. To specific search results, Google blog search home page and the page is very similar to Techmeme. And other blog search services and news aggregation site, Google blog search has its own advantages.

        Another well-known and Technorati blog search, Google blog search for a more concise and less spam. Yahoo Buzz rating with the news service, Google blog search covers a wider range. It was not immediately clear but with Techmeme, Google blog search crawling the content of the response speed is faster.

       Techmeme technology news aggregation service by the world's hot pursuit of Internet users, but Google has a view of the higher profile, an upgrade of its blog search, most likely in the hands of Techmeme away from the large number of users. Under normal circumstances, Techmeme index the contents covered by a limited number of blog sites. The Google blog search will be crawling all the world's blog site.

In honor of this month of Halloween, I will be posting occasional pictures and stories to get you in the mood for that horrific night when every drooling street urchin on your block invades your front porch.

Footage from the security cameras at Alice Springs Reptile Centre caught the child smiling as he killed a total of 13 animals.

During his 30-minute spree, he was seen hurling the animals over the security fence into the crocodile enclosure.

Zoo officials described the boy's actions as "unbelievable".

They are considering suing the parents as the boy is too young to be prosecuted.

'Difficult to replace'

The attack happened on Wednesday morning after the boy entered the zoo by jumping over the security fence and evading sensor alarms.

Over the next half hour, he bludgeoned some of the animals to death with stones and hurled others over the two fences surrounding the crocodile enclosure.

At one point, he tried scaling the outer enclosure himself to get to "Terry", the 11ft (3.3m) saltwater crocodile.

A turtle, four Western blue-tongued lizards, two bearded dragons, two thorny devil lizards and the zoo's 20-year-old goanna were among those killed.

Zoo director Rex Neindorf said many of the animals were rare or mature and would be difficult to replace.

"The fact a seven-year-old can wreak so much havoc in such a short time, it's unbelievable," he told Reuters news agency.

Mr Neindorf said the boy had "clammed up" when questioned by police.

As children under the age of 10 cannot be held accountable for their actions in the Northern Territory, the zoo would be seeking to take action against the parents.

"We'll be looking at suing the parents, who were supposedly in control of him at the time," he said.

In un agguato a Piazza Armerina, EN, un uomo è stato ucciso a colpi di pistola. La vittima, con numerosi precedenti penali, ha tentato la fuga tra i veicoli del centro, ma è stato raggiunto dal killer e ucciso. Sul posto sono al lavoro per i rilievi, polizia e carabinieri, allertati da una telefonata anonima.

- In der Werbepause als letzter Spot vor der Rückkehr zum Blutbad eine Zewa Wisch und Weg Werbung. Fetter Respekt !

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And his name is Jason Constantine.  I mention him because on one of the DVD covers, it makes mention that this slasher comes to us from the producer of SAW 1 and 2.  What a hollow and shameless marketing ploy that turned out to be.  Most fans of the genre would see that, and be intrigued.  Sad for us however, that instead of even getting a passable slasher that could at least be considered a guilty pleasure, we served a hot steamy pile of poo that even the Sci-Fi channel would be embarrassed showing at 3 am on a Tuesday morning.

Even if you were stoned and drunk, hanging with your best buds and doing a bad movie marathon, you might want to overlook this.  I'm a very tolerant horror fan, and one things I'm even more lenient toward are slashers.  Why?  Because slashers are very difficult to make.  Pacing, a clever heavy (bad guy), a descent motivation for the killer, a good gimmick for your killer in the way he kills or where and how, and that's just the tip of the iceberg.  Then you have to make sure you have somewhat likable characters that have to face-off against your villain, and somehow mix all this up and create tension and atmosphere on top.

It's a tall order, and that's why we see so many fail.

But even the "bad" ones still seem to have something offer.  Exceptional special effects, gore, and innovative kills can carry an entire movie, or even a series, to becoming successful.  Sometimes a great twist about who or what the killer is can make watching 90 minutes of "bleh" cinema completely worth it.  Or having a killer that the audience roots for instead of fears to make your film rise above it's competitors.  Drive-Thru delivers none of these characteristics, and fails at following the tried and true formula of slasher movie making in general.

The plot concerns a vengeful guy (or spirit, were never told of course) in a "Horny the Clown" costume, fully imagined with a mouthpiece that distorts his voice just like those talk boxes in old run down burger joints, running around killing the children (all teenagers, how original) of the people who wound up killing him when he was a teenager when a prank went horribly wrong 20 years ago.

On paper, this isn't exactly crippled from the start, but you got to expect that a sense of humor would be included to make such a plot, and such a ridiculous gimmick for a killer, easily digestible.  Wrong.  Besides a few stabs at republicans, the American government, epically failed pot and pot head humor, and trying to shit on the "O.C." California lifestyle, Drive-Thru tries to play it straight.  None of the humor comes off as genuine, original or funny, and seems to be there just to fall in line with flavor of the week politics, trends, and habits that the youth they hope will buy this piece of shit will relate with.  Its obvious their target audience was the the anti-establishment kids, the kids who are sick of the "McWorld" we live in, but instead of making astute observations about how, fast food for instance, is a microcosm of our whole country and even world today, we are instead treated to one liners like "Fast food kills, fucker."

How incredibly enlightening.

Delivering this poignant dialogue is a cast and crew full of nobodies, with the exception of Morgan Spurlock who has that "30 Days" show on F/X and did that "I'm gonna eat McDonalds every day for a month" or whatever movie.  Either the actors are to young and talentless to handle even these see through characters, as the case is with the main friend group who is terrorized by the killer clown, or they are just "I'm here for the paycheck" older actors and actresses who you probably have never seen before, and hopefully will never see again.  Throughout the whole ordeal, either over-acting or just not giving a shit is the two varieties of acting we get.  Great.

All this is nothing compared to the directing though.  It makes rap videos look like Titanic.  Every time someone is killed, the director feels its necessary to speed up and slow down the kill, seemingly at random, and BLAST really bad hard rock/heavy metal over top of it.  This means once you hear the butt rock kick in, any suspense and tension has been removed, as the fact that someone will die in the next few seconds is announced.  Not like the director has enough skill to even TRY to create tension and atmosphere.  Nowhere in Drive-Thru is their even an attempt at a stalk and kill sequence.  Sometimes people walk into a room and Horny the Clown pops out and kills them, but that's about it.  Awesome job.

The kills and "gore" are all very poorly done.  Good violence can help almost any movie out, and apparently that memo wasn't passed on to these filmmakers.  The kills just make you shake your head in how they are terribly executed and how talentless you have to be to not even be able to give your audience a serviceable pay off for sitting through your dreck.  Speaking of pay offs, the ending is so mishandled, it hurts to think about it.  It makes no sense, but does...somewhat...answer the "is it a man or a spirit" question, because somehow even though Horny the Clown is killed at the end, one of our main characters takes up the reigns and continues the slashing.  How they came to this conclusion I have no idea.  Unless there's some brilliant plot revelation they will reveal to us in the sequel.  Have no doubt folks, someone will ressurrect this, and I'll die a little inside when they do.

I could go on for a few pages slamming this film, but I won't.  I honestly wanted to like this movie.  I want to like pretty much everything I see.  And indeed I did actually finish watching this movie, however much I now regret that decision.  If you are the most passionate and fanatical slasher freak out there, I still don't suggest you even download this movie for free.  It's not even worth the look to say "Yeah, I saw that."  Avoid it like you would avoid watching a porno with a family member in it.

As for Jason Constantine, hopefully the paycheck for this was worth it, because he's seriously got to redeem himself after allowing his name to be put on a movie he had know was this bad.