Yes, yes….it’s time for another long awaited, yet unscheduled rambling.  This particular topic has nothing to do with politics, or even the lovely and shapely form of a woman.  I know, I know….this is really out of character for me, but hey…don’t you think I’m already predicable enough?

So where to start?  I have no idea.  I’m sitting here in my Public Speech class a full hour before class even begins.  I forgot that this was school picnic day, so things aren’t going to start till later.  Oh well.  So the key statement here is that I’m taking a Public Speech class.  Those that know me would ask why I would even enroll in such a thing.  Those that don’t know me would ask why I would enroll in such a thing.  I mean lets face it….I have no grand illusions to become some great orator, but then again….I have spoke in front of hundreds of people before.  WOW!  I could be a walking contradiction.

So why would I be in a Public Speech class?  (Great question, your Majesty!)  Well, let me see if I can give you a logical answer.

Yeah, I’m in school for my degree in Computer Science.  Computer classes, programming classes, gen ed..  Okay…makes sense for the degree.  But where does Public Speech fit in?  In my most humblest opinion, I’d have to say….NOWHERE!!!!  In my career, have I ever given speeches…no.  But I have conducted trainings as well as acted in theater (high school) and in Renaissance Festivals.  So standing up and talking in front of people is no big thing for me.  The key is actually know the material that you’re talking about, and everything will generally go smoothly.  So why a class?

Well, some self-proclaimed brain child idiot, decided that for a degree in IT, you need to know how to speak in public.  Really?  Obviously, whomever this handicapped Einstein is/was, does not know the nature of the computer geek!  Or they do, but they wanted to try and break the geek out of their shell.  If that’s the case, then they are no good fucking interlopers trying to bend people to their will.  (see, if this were a political posting, I’d be calling them liberals…but it’s not, so I digress).

So here I am waiting for class to start.  I didn’t even bother to purchase the books for this class because I was told that the teacher that gives this class doesn’t even use them.  So what happens?  I get a new teacher, and of course…she assigns the book reading.  Fuck that.  I have more important things to do.  To think, I could be at a poker game tonight, but NOOOO.  Public Fucking Speech!!!  I mean what the hell!

Okay, so long ago, speaking in public was voted as one of the most stressful things to do, or jobs to have….whatever.  I mean I can see where some might have problems doing it, but just think about it for a minute.  What’s the purpose of speaking in front of people?   To disseminate information.  If you can tell one person something in a knowledge transfer fashion, you can do it to hundreds as well.  I mean whats the difference?  Like I said earlier, the key is to ensure that you know the subject matter that you are talking about.  Shit people!  Common Sense!

Heh…public speech….I guess I’ll just sit in class again and think about breasts or something.  I mean why not?  I’m paying a grand to do it…might as well think about what I want.

Live life well!  Be kind to one another!  Drink for pleasure and compliment beauty when you see it!

King Hendo

King Hendo here…

You know, I find it funny as hell that people get upset when a law is passed that says you have to enforce the existing laws.  Since when do we need a new law just to tell people that they have to enforce laws that are already in place?  Isn’t that like putting a band-aid on top of another band-aid?  AND THIS IS STATE GOVERNMENT! 

Illegal immigration is so vast that it really is impossible to lay a correct number to it in order to see the extent of the problem.  I heard the number today and I already forgot what it was, but it was big.

Now, I’m only half Mexican, and I really can’t relate to the plight of Mexicans that are trying to get to the good ol’ USA.  But I can understand why they are doing it.  That’s neither here nor there, though. 

I know I’ve touched on this before, but due to the current political climate, it’s worth hitting it again here.  Illegal immigration is “ILLEGAL”…hence AGAINST THE LAW!  If people are entering the country illegally, then A) they have no Constitutional rights, B) are a burden to the economical climate of today’s society, and C) are therefore…fugitives of justice!  The fact that (reportedly) 95% of the illegal immigrants are Mexican, gives law enforcement the right to profile Mexicans!  Not because of their race or ethnicity, but because we KNOW that it is predominantly Mexican nationals that are crossing the Arizona boarder!  Is this not common sense???

70% of Arizona citizens are for the new law.  60% of the Mexican citizens in Arizona are for the new law.  Doesn’t that speak for itself? 

People that cry racism at every turn amaze and infuriate me.  I think they do it to get themselves noticed for whatever reason.  Most times the racism card is being played, it’s only to stir tensions throughout the American people, and mostly against the conservative leadership.  At least from what I’ve seen…there has never been any merit to the claims!

Al Sharpton…Just shut the hell up.

I’m for the apprehension of ALL illegal immigrants.  Though for the most part, I  understand why they are doing it, but that doesn’t make it right….or legal.  Be it Mexicans, Chinese, Korean, Middle-easterners, Cubans…whomever!  They need to boxed up and shipped back to their country of origin.  To pay for this, we subtract that cost from the aid that we currently give those counties.

Liberals have just gotten too silly on this!  If we are to be a nation of laws (one of the things that has made this country the greatest country in the world), then we must enforce the laws.  It’s for the safety of the American people, and the nation as a whole.

Liberals…if you’re going to play the racism card, you better have legitimate grounds for playing it.  When you don’t…you just weaken your cause and you look like a complete ass.  Guess that explains your mascot!

For love of the U.S. Constitution!

-King Hendo

What comes to mind when you hear the phrase “Spring Vacation”?  Most people always think of the beaches of Florida, California, Mexico, or maybe some of the beautiful lakes of Arizona, or Nevada.  There are thousands of beautiful spots that can be named.  You also think of women in skimpy bikini’s, beer flowing as freely as water, and hi-jinx of all kinds being captured on video.  I’ve never had this type of spring break.  In fact, I’ve never had a spring break at all.

Well, last week was spring break from my school, and I took advantage of it!  Yep…I went to the beach!  Sadly though…there were no skimpy bikini’s to be found.  Sure there was beer, but not one wet t-shirt contest!  WHAT?  Hell has certainly frozen over, or I have missed something in the spring break travel guide for middle aged men, for I traveled to the lovely state of Maine!  No, I’m not being facetious.  Maine!  What a deceptive environment.  We flew into Maine on a Wednesday evening, and it was a bit chilled…somewhere in the mid fourties.  Thursday started off nice in the 60′s, but soon gave way to 40′s once again.  Friday was in the 30′s, and we came home on Saturday.

A.)  I thought for sure that Maine-ers would have seen that as perfect beach weather and there would be bikini’s abound…but NOOOOO!  No bikini or wet t-shirt contest to be found.

2.)  Well, the state is famous for its sea-side shops and entertainment, but come to find out…the state pretty much shuts down from October to late April BECAUSE IT TOO FREAKIN COLD!!!

3(iii.).)  The beautiful forestry of the state was still sleeping!  So no green trees outside of some scattered cedars.  No Bears were seen.  No Moose, porcupines, fox or beavers [;-)] either!

…sigh…

So here’s what did happen.  Thursday…the warmest day that we were there, we went searching for some lighthouses.  My wife’s step-father and his wife broke out the maps and selected a travel plan for us to see a few of the famous landmarks.  These are great people, but it’s obvious that directions are not their forte.  Even with a pilots GPS unit, we got lost. 

We started at Maine’s lowest point (I think) and got a little lost on the way.  By the time we found the beach, we still had to get directions to go the extra 3 miles to find the local lighthouse.  We found it!  It wasn’t the tall, imposing building that I thought it would be, but it was kind of cool.  We couldn’t go in it, as it was on a separate island.  Not a hundred yards away, but access was restricted to boats or cable cart that traveled across the waterway via cable…about 50 feet in the air.  Clearly, this was a private lighthouse.  So we snapped a couple of pictures, and went off to find the next one.

Traveling north, we went through some of the small towns that populate the coastline.  There are some fantastic homes there with some spectacular views of the ocean.  I lived in California for a long time, so an ocean view I can really appreciate.  I also love older styled architecture.  I think Victorian homes are gorgeous, and there really was no shortage of them here.

We stopped off at Kennebunk (the port of) and got a distant view of the Bush compound.  Eh.  We’ve passed better looking dwellings, in my opinion.  But the little shops and stuff at these port towns looked amazing.  I can only imagine what they would be like when they were actually open for the season.

So, the sun was starting to go down, and we had dinner reservations at this Brazilian restaurant, so we gave up our quest for lighthouses and headed up to Portland for dinner.  Portland looked like a great place to go looking around, but by the time we got there, it was dark and the weather had dampened up.  We found parking a block away from the restaurant and went in for drinks before dinner.  I ordered an Absolute/Grapefruit with a splash of cranberry juice, and found out that drink is called a Sea-breeze.  Who knew?  Here I thought I was going for a little something different.

Dinner was great!  If you haven’t been to a Brazilian restaurant, you are missing out.  Caution to our vegetarian friends though.  This place is designed for the carnivore, and I couldn’t have been happier!  I mean, these guys bring out skewers of various kinds of meat that they grill.  When they come to your table, they slice off of piece for you (as much as you like, really), and then they come back with something different! Ribs; Rib-eye, Tenderloin, chicken, pork…HEAVEN!!!!  We gotta get one of these in Lexington!

So on Friday, we weren’t sure what we would do.  Cold weather…nothing open of the touristy nature.  Hey…lets go to L.L.Bean and go shopping!  Now, I’m not a big shopper, but a short drive up to Freeport (I think that’s where it was), and I was in a L.L.Bean catalog!  I really like their stuff, so I was in heaven just tooling around and looking at the different stuff that I’ve only seen in catalogues.  I must go back whenever I have a shitload of expendable cash!

After shopping, we went someplace else and had a beer and some food, and shot a little pool  I suck at pool.  My cousin Paul would have a field day on me if he seen how badly I played.  Oh well.  It was still a pretty good time

Saturday was basically working on some computer stuff for my step-father in-law, and then traveling back to Kentucky.  Yes, I got back in time to hear the last 5 minutes of the Kentucky/West Virginia game on the radio.  Yeah…Kentucky lost.  Typically, I just don’t follow college sports, but for some reason we were listening, and we were upset at the loss.

So here’s the thing…my one and only spring break outing was met with no bikini’s, no hi-jinx, and no drunken stupor.  This tells me that I did it wrong, and God help the person who sold me the spring break fun in Maine tourist book, because their ass is mine!

Hendo

Okay, so it’s been a long time since I posted.  I know my dedicated followers have been waiting on my delicate pearls of wisdom.  Of course when I say “Dedicated Followers”, I really mean “she”.

Instead of posting on Politics or Gaming, or even my search for those willing to send me their personal boob shots for my desktop screen saver, I’m going to prose about how life has changed for me in the past month.  So sit back and get comfy.  This is going to be riveting (for those that like rivets)!

September 30th marked the end of my six and a half year long contract with the state.  Fortunately, I was granted plenty of warning about it for me to get with my company to find something new, as well as explore other opportunities.  After several months in discussions with my company, there didn’t seem to be anything that I could jump into.  So I was looking to be laid off.

I wasn’t too upset over this since Obama has crippled our economy and is doing everything wrong in the area of job creation (and foreign affairs, health care, carbon emissions, etc.), so I knew finding a job would be difficult at best.  That said, there are holes in my educational background that hinder my employ-ability,   so going back to school is obviously my best course of action.  So on September 25th, I enrolled into college.  Kind of scary, since I haven’t been to school in over 23 years.  But hey…contrary to popular belief, I do love to learn new things.

Now I’m a college student, and day one after the end of my contract, my company tells me that I’m too valuable to just be dropped.  They are going to keep me busy on some stuff until they can find me another project to run.  I just love managing projects!  So this is a good thing, right?  No loss of a pay check AND a full time college student.  HELL YEAH!!!  Wait a minute!  How much time is in a day?  SHIT!  Full time job AND full time school????  Look, I’ve been off Methamphetamine’s for a very long time, and I’m not going back, but life has now turned into a time intensive endeavor.  Reading isn’t my strongest suit, you know.

Since I’m not managing a project at this time, my company has me going back to computer and printer troubleshooting and repair.  No big deal, this is easy stuff.  The problem is…I’ve let all of my certifications lapse.  So in order to repair equipment, I have to get re-certified.  You know what this means????   That’s right!  MORE FUCKING READING!!!  So the first couple of weeks I’ve been reading from 8-5 for my re-certifications, and then from 5-9 and 11-2am, I’ve been reading for school!  Didn’t I mention that reading wasn’t my strongest suit???  Good Lord!  What the hell happened to my master plan of going to school at night and sleeping during the day?  I mean…don’t get me wrong, I love working and getting a paycheck, but that wasn’t supposed to be the plan.  Sheesh!

Okay, I’m bitching.  Don’t take that to mean that I’m unappreciative of the situation that I’m in, because in truth…I’m sitting pretty damn good.  It’s really nice to know that the company that you’ve worked for for over ten years, respects you enough to do everything they can to keep you employed.  Say what you will about Pomeroy IT Solutions, but my management staff is taking care of me, and I’ve never had that happen in the 30 years that I’ve been in the work force.  So obviously, anything that they throw my way, I’m going to do.

Back to school.  So for this quarter, I have Business Management, English Comp and College Math.  Math is easy.  Yes, I needed a refresher in how to work the equations, but I’ve never really had a problem with math.  Business Management is not something that I’m even remotely interested in.  However, my instructor is pretty fun to watch.  For that, I’m giving it an honest effort…even though I have philosophical differences with what is being taught.  Of course, I’m not keeping those differences to myself, either.  But I am bringing them up in a respectful manner, as to not cause grief.  I know…totally out of character for me.  *shrugs*

English Comp is just awful!  Nothing in this class is exciting or even useful to me.  This is my one and only online course, and I’m hating every moment of it.  Who writes essays????  This class should only be for budding journalists and novelists.  Thesis?  WTF?  I got a Thesis for you!  Everything we’ve been assigned to read and write on, has been hypocritical.  Keep your sentences brief yet detailed (Check!  As a technical writer, this is essential); don’t ramble (Check!  Falls inline with brief sentencing); use a minimum of 200 words to comment on subject [insert any boring as hell subject here].  200 WORDS!  I can do it in 75 using brief detailed sentence structures!  What?  I can’t ramble?  How the hell do I fill in the other 125 fucking words????  If brevity is the soul to wit, then why the hell do I have to have a minimum of 200 damn words?

I wrote my instructor asking that very question.  I also explained that I find the class useless, and that I’m only doing it because it’s required.  She told me to hang in there, I’m doing a great job.  No comment on my questions of the 200 word thing, just “hang in there”.  Now, she seems like a very nice lady, and I really don’t want to cause her any grief, but Susan….I’M GOING TO RAMBLE TO SATISFY YOUR 200 WORD REQUIREMENTS ON THE BORING AS HELL TOPICS THAT YOU HAVE US WRITING ON!

*sigh*  Okay, where was I.  So for the most part, I’m reading and getting paid for it.  Then I go to school and read…and I pay for it.  So going back to my math, shouldn’t I be able to cancel something out here in order to simplify?

I want to thank those of you that have encouraged and supported my going back to school.  Please don’t take my bitching as a sign that I’m not glad that I’m doing this.  It’s just me bitching to take a break from all the damn reading.

A special thanks to my wife who not only supports me, but does everything she can to take care of me.  Everyone knows I don’t deserve her, and I couldn’t agree more.  But I’m happy as hell that she loves me.

Okay…back to the books (and twitter to look at boobs in between paragraphs).

Hendo

Okay, let me apologize, because I’m drunk.  When I’m drunk, I tend to ramble.  So if you don’t have the time to spend just move along, as this may end up being a rambling session.

First, I should start off by saying that I’m really not the best friend that someone could ask for.  I’m self centered…and just down right lazy.  I could be called a hermit, with the exception of my love for Renaissance Festivals or playing poker.  If it wasn’t for those things, I’d probably never leave my house. Fortunately, my loving wife loves both of those things, and in fact, is the prime mover of my out of house experiences.  She’s the best.

Now, that may sound meaningless, but I do believe that ones friends are really what drives the individual.  Either to drink; act out stupidly; or to do things for others.  Friends could be at the root of peer pressure, or they could be the crutch that holds you upright as you are trying to move forward.  For me, friends are extremely important since I am an only child, and as such, sibling bonds and rivalries are experiences that have escaped me.  So it is the friendships that I make that I view as the value of life.

Everyone views friendship in their own way.  For me, if I’ve shaken your hand and have called you by your first name, then I truly regard you as a friend.  Since after years of drug abuse, my memory isn’t what it used to be, so once I meet someone, I repeat their name in effort to remember it (that doesn’t work all the time though) and I shake that persons hand.  So if my definition of a friend is that I’ve called you by your first name and that I’ve shaken your hand…you can imagine that I view myself as having a lot of friends.  Bear in mind that I can distinguish people from friends and those that I meet for work purposes.

This particular post has to do with Renaissance Festivals.  As a former cast member at our states official Renaissance Festival, I’ve made a lot of friends.  And to be in a Renaissance Festival, you need to be outgoing and full of charisma.  Sure, I did drama in High School, but outgoing and charismatic, I’m not.  But somehow, these people have accepted me for me, and have humored me over the last four years.  These are really great people.  I love them all in my own way…even those that I just met over this past season.  Even though I’m not part of the cast anymore, they still accept me as one of them when I’m there.  That in and of itself, is a high honor and I really cherish that.

As this is/was the last weekend of this seasons Festival, at closing the cast has it’s normal get together to talk about their day.  It’s really a bonding moment and an energizing moment.  Okay, not all of the time, but that’s it purpose.  Well this year, the cast had a new director (which I think really did a great job), and at the cast meeting at the end of today, she handed out small tokens of her affection to the cast.  BRILLIANT!!!  I think it was a stroke of genius!  But what I found so very exciting, was that I was a recipient of one of those gifts.  This completely took me off guard.  You see, since I’m not on cast anymore, the ownership and workers of the festival still allow me to hang out when the place closes.  I don’t mind saying, that it’s not everyone that gets that kind of treatment, so I do feel honored that I am allowed that courtesy.  And those that know anything about Renaissance Festivals, knows that even though the festival itself is fun, the after hours get together is really the icing on the cake.  Okay, maybe it’s just me.

Anyways, back to the gift.  It was a simple coffee cup that had the name of our village on it, as well as the name of the character that we play/played.  No fancy artwork, just the writing on the coffee cup.  Remember when I said that I was a self centered person…well when I was presented with the cup, I swelled with emotion.  I mean…I’m not on cast any more.  Sure, I may have participated in a couple of skits while I was in attendance this season, but I never considered myself as cast.  I mean, these guys put their entire spring and summer on line to put on the show, and I’m …  well, I’m just a glorified patron now.  But someone, somewhere, thought enough of me to include me as a recipient of one of these gifts.  THAT’S FREAKIN HUGE!!!!  At least in my book.

Look, I’m not that guy.  I’ve never been the one that people think about when this kind of thing goes on.  I’m just not that guy.  Sure, you’ll hear that Hendo is a good guy, or Hendo is a pervert, or get Hendo, he’ll take care of you.  But it’s never been, Hey, we should include getting something for Hendo…because I’m just not that guy.  I love these people!  Singing with them; laughing with them; drinking with them; stumbling to the campground with them; eating with them; sharing stories with them.  I love it all!  These are really great people, and the fact that I get to share their lives with them a few weekends a year makes them family in my eyes.

So I have this coffee cup.  It’s GREAT!  Whether it was the cast director or the ownership of the festival…or both…I will forever cherish this little coffee cup.  Not for what it is, but for what it meant to me when I recieved it.  Because someone thought enough of me to want to include me.  That, in and of itself, is worth…life.  My friends thought of me.  Can one ever ask any more than that?

I would like to thank the ownership; the cast; the entertainers and the vendors for making the Kentucky Highland Renaissance Festival a very fascinating and magical place to be.  I consider all of you dear, dear friends and family.

I’m going to go pass out now.  And in the morning…a nice hot cup of hazelnut coffee.

I love you guys!

Hendo

Mayor Andrew MacDonald, Earl of Briarwood.

I really hate Mondays.  Especially after a drunk-fest Saturday at a Ren Faire.  But lets start where this all begins (is that even a proper sentence?)

I love Renaissance Faires!  They are very festive; very entertaining; and of course…display overwhelming amounts of cleavage!  Add in the keg of beer that I go through at each visit, and you end up with a two day hangover and you’re missing some of your belongings.  But I’ll get back to that in a minute.

The Renaissance Faire that I call home is the Kentucky Highland Renaissnce Faire.  I’ve been involved in this faire since it opened in 2006…as a cast member…as a cast director…as a patron.  In my opinion, one of the charms of this faire is that it is small and cozy, as well as set in Scotland during the 1300′s,  instead of your typical Elizabethan Ren Faire.  I wont ramble on about it here and now, since I just don’t have it in me to do so.  So instead, just go to their site and give them a look see.

As soon as we get to the faire, we head straight for the pub!  Their beer is always nice and cold, and of course…the gang is all there.  I’m not exactly sure how everything worked, but my beer mug NEVER goes empty.  This truly is a magical place, as I just can’t explain how that happens.  I even off passer-by’s a pull from my mug, and again…it never goes empty.  I’m sure if Merlin himself were alive today, even HE would be perplexed as to how that bit of magic works.

Anyways…by closing time I don’t have clue on whats going on.  And this isn’t the first time…it’s EVERY time.  Thanks goodness for the DD’s…and the designated driver.  The following is all that I know that happened:

I know we left the faire, but I don’t know how we got to the car.

I know that my lovely wife passed out in the back of the car while my brother and I had a steak dinner.

I know that I did wake up on Sunday, but I don’t remember the trip home, or how I made it to bed.

I know that I may have to piece together some events to make sure that I didn’t cause too much trouble, but since I’m a happy drunk, I don’t think there is too much concern there.

So I get up Sunday morning feeling like crap, and my lovely wife is already awake.  That means that the coffee is ready!  We don’t talk too much.  Mainly because I can’t do it; don’t care to do it, AND frown upon it to the point where Sherry thinks that I’m angry if she does start to talk.  LOL!  She is truly a treasure. 

Sometime during the day (in between small naps and some god awful smelling belching) we realize that we don’t know where some stuff is.  For instance…our money.  Where is it?  Not the money that we used for drink, but the leftovers.  As you could imagine, there is a brief feeling of anxiety over the fact that yet again…we lost our money.  Since I gave all the money to Sherry prior to faire, it stands to reason that she has it somewhere.  Through careful investigation, I find her wallet (with the money) in the front passenger side door panel.  Odd, since we poured her into the back seat with all her belongings the night before.  So how did her wallet get up to the front of the car, and neatly packed in the side door panel???  Heh…well…Magic of course!

The next bit of business was to look for the back of my cell phone.  WHO LOSES THE BACK OF THEIR CELL PHONE????  I don’t even know how this happens, but theres my AT&T Tilt with no back…flashing it’s ass for all to see!  Obviously, it’s been hanging around me for far too long.  I would say disciplinary action is due, but I can’t really fault it for doing what I do.  Anyways, as luck would have it, the back of the phone was actually in a separate puch compartment.  *sigh* One of the mysteries of the world I guess.

Anyways…it is now Monday, and I still feel like shit.  As far as I know, all personal affects are present and accounted for.  That’s got to be a plus…right?  Now I have 12 days to finish recouping and to do it all one last time before the season ends.  If you’re up for it, come see King Hendo at the KY Highland Renaissance Festival on July 18th….and watch his magic mug never empty until the faire is over.  Sure…come for the cleavage too, but the magic mug is something to behold. 

Where’s the damn aspirin?????

Hendo

Why blog?

This is a question I ask myself quite often.  My formal education doesn’t go past a few community college courses and trade schools, so I can’t really offer any profound insight to the world that I may have gleaned from a college education.

I’m not a politically correct person, so you won’t find me dancing around words to ease someones feelings, unless it makes me laugh.  So people that are emotionally sensitive (is that PC?) would either be aghast or offended beyond repair (not often, but occasionally).

I don’t care what’s happening in the Entertainment world, so talking about celebrities is just boring as hell.  Although I do love movies, and admire the process it takes to make them.

I’m in my early 40′s, so I’m not up on music that our youth is listening to.  I can’t stand Rap/Hip-Hop, as it gives me a headache and does nothing to advance society in any positive form.  I’m a Rocker!  Have been since the late 70′s.  Not as much now-a-days though.

I’m not outwardly a social person and I can’t hold a conversation unless it is on a topic that I am passionate about…like Poker; Politics; PC Gaming; Computers; and of course…Boobs!  But even then, if I don’t know someone, odds are I’m not going to walk up and talk them for the sake of having a conversation.  I think I was raised a little weird (damn single-parent, only child childhood).

I may love to tell people that they are wrong when I know I am right, and I know that my opinions are always correct…because they’re mine.  But does anyone really care? I mean besides me?  That answer is a resounding NO.

So what purpose could I have to own my own blog, much less write in it?  The answer is simple.  Not a whole hell of a lot.  But if you’re a politically charged PC gamer that loves Poker and Boobs (women in general)…well then…this could be a good place to talk.

Hendo