We were both pleasantly surprised.  I had zero expectations, of course, because I am an action movie junkie and easy to please.  But about 30 minutes in, I asked if he was bored and he said no.  So that’s always a plus.  Contrary to what he thinks, I do hate knowing that he’s miserably suffering through some POS movie for my sake.  (Because nine times out of 10, I’m enjoying it just fine.)

The big thing going on here was the cast.  Several big names, lots of newbies, but no one person was the real focus. I enjoy movies like that.  If you don’t like the main star of a movie it’s hard to get past, but if it’s kind of an equal-opportunity deal then that’s less likely to happen.

Channing Tatum is somewhat of a puzzle to me.  I feel like I should know who he is.  He looks very familiar but I haven’t seen anything he was in before.  I do know that he’s been a model for Abercrombie & Fitch and Gap among others, plus plenty of TV commercials.  So I guess that’s it.  Either way, he’s cute and has this soft-spoken southern boy thing going for him.  I approve of him as the choice for Duke (who would be classified as the story’s protagonist if I had to pick one.  Look at me, I remember stuff from high school English!  Mrs. Mitchell would be so proud.)

Arnold Vosloo is absolutely always a great choice.  I’ve been fascinated with him ever since he showed up in The Mummy.  He’s had guest-starring roles on some of my favorite TV shows over the years (most notably Charmed, NCIS and Psych), and I’m always excited to see his name in the credits.  I think he always adds a positive spin, even as the bad guy.  Creepy yet charming, and certainly mysterious.  Win.

As far as I’m concerned, Sienna Miller is a nobody except for her relationship with Jude Law.  I’ve never seen any of the little indie films she’s been in.  But.  I adored her in this movie.  She was breathtaking.  I want to BE HER.  The hair, the kick-assedness, the access to awesome toys, the whole nine yards.  LOVE.

Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje is one of those people that shows up kind of randomly but is always a plus.  He’s very exotic and pretty, first of all.  And who doesn’t love a British accent?  Nobody, that’s who.

I have a long-standing adoration of Dennis Quaid.  Innerspace is one of my faves from way back when.  Even though he’s old enough to be my father, he’s a fellow Houstonian and simply adorable.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t really a prominent fixture in G.I. Joe, and the lines he did have seemed…forced.  But that’s okay, Dennis.  I love you!

Ray Park is kick-ass.  Enough said.

Rachel Nichols seems to be one of those chameleon-like people, who can look totally different in every role they take.  But she was good as Scarlett, pretty and smart and lots of style.  Her hair was gorgeous too.

Marlon Wayans was a good solid choice for Ripcord.  Obviously I don’t know a lot about the G.I. Joe comics, nor did I ever play with the action figures as a child, but for the movie he worked as the comic relief.  Funny but not distracting.

And Joseph Gordon-Levitt is all grown up!  Who knew?  I just remember him as that kid on Third Rock From the Sun (a show I kind of hated but watched anyway).  He’s only 2 years my junior but still.  I feel old for some reason.

Finally, Christopher Eccleston.  I can say with absolute certainty that he is the ONLY reason my husband agreed to watch.  (He’s also the only reason that N watched 28 Days Later.  We’re Doctor Who fans up in here.)  He’s fascinating to me too, mostly because he’s riiiiiiiiight on the cusp of being handsome but doesn’t quite make it.  He’s a great actor though, whether lending his expertise to a post-apocalyptic zombie-overrun London or playing a futuristic gun-runner.  Either way, I’ve never been disappointed watching something with him in it.

Overall, G.I. Joe was a good solid movie.  Enough plot to be coherent, not so much to be confusing.  The last 20 or so minutes were a clear set-up for a sequel (really, they could not have been more obvious unless there had been people parading around carrying signs that read “SEQUEL COMING SOON”), but that’s fine.  I’m rarely offended by sequels to movies that I enjoy (unless, of course, they suck) but since the original was enjoyable if not exactly Oscar-caliber, I’m sure any subsequent plotlines will be equally watchable.

My score:  Thumbs up.  N’s score:  “Honestly, for what it was, I thought it was okay.” That’s as good as it gets with him, folks.  About as close to a ringing endorsement as you’ll ever see.

My dryer is a piece of shit, doo-dah, doo-dah*

The damn thing has started eating drawstrings.  It happened a few times before, but it was sporadic and so I didn’t think much of it but now it’s happening all the time.  There’s this little crevice above the door where the drawstring can evidently get hung.  Last night N and I were watching TV when all of a sudden the dryer noise changed.  I got up to investigate and sure enough, the drawstring of his new running shorts had gotten wedged into that hole.  I rescued them in time, but I lost a dress just a few weeks ago when the string got hung and the dress tumbled and tumbled around it until the string eventually snapped.  A pair of AE’s shorts got all jacked up this weekend, and prior to that a pair of pajama pants fell victim.  What is causing this?  The hole where the strings get hung is not a flaw or something that recently happened.  It’s part of the design.  It’s been there all along.  I’ve been using this dryer for almost four years and suddenly this is a problem?  I’ll tell you right now, I have no qualms about chucking the thing if it continues, that’s for damn sure.  It doesn’t dry my clothes anyway!  ARE YOU LISTENING, DRYER?!  YOU WERE ALREADY ON MY LIST FOR SUCKING AT YOUR ONLY JOB.  IF YOU CONTINUE TO EAT MY CLOTHES I’M KICKING YOUR ASS TO THE CURB.  Ahem.

*”Camptown Races” is the base melody N and I tend to use for a wide variety of catchy made-up song lyrics.  I don’t know.

My daughter sets me straight

Miss T was up past her usual bedtime the other night and consequently got pretty fussy as I was putting her in pajamas.

Miss T: I tired!  I wan my bed!

Me: I know, baby.  Me too.

Miss T: [giving me the Angry Eyes and pointing at the crib]  No.  Dat my bed.  Your bed in your room.

Believe me, kid, I’m not going to fold my 5’8″ self into your tiny little crib when I’ve got a king-size pillow-top mattress a few rooms away.  But thanks for clearing that up!

Mini movie review:  xXx

Why had I not watched this before now?  It was fun!  Exactly what I love in a movie!  Mindless action, great locales, and it didn’t try and take itself too seriously.  Vin Diesel obviously isn’t going for an Oscar, he was just having a good time.  Asia Argento is as gorgeous as the Prague backdrop, and it had just the right mix of action and storyline.  N watched it with me and didn’t complain once, and though we both agreed that the plot could have definitely been better-developed, it wasn’t terrible.  Plus, Samuel L. Jackson is just cool.  Thumbs up!

Fortunately, I like to be busy

We have sooooo much coming up over the next couple of months.  I don’t think we have a free weekend until after returning from Denver in mid-June, then we have a short breather before another round of travel in July.  Baseball games, gymnastics exhibitions, weddings, birthday parties, family visits, business trips…the summer is filling up fast.  It really kind of makes me wonder what we’ll do with ourselves when the kids are grown up and out of the house.  We’ll have a lot of free time, that’s for sure.

Unrelated

I ran 5 miles today.  That is all.

I had been looking forward to X-Men Origins: Wolverine for a while, and a few weeks ago it turned up in my Netflix queue.  It’s one of those rare action things that I can get N to watch with me.  He doesn’t expect them to be epic or anything, but apparently there’s a certain sub-genre of bad action movies he will agree to watch without complaint.  (But if you ask him why that is, he can’t explain – as you’ll see in a moment.)

I actually was not expecting to like it as much as I did.  Here’s the thing:  I felt that X-Men would have been far better as a stand-alone movie.  Much like The Matrix, one was enough, you know?  Okay, let’s be fair:  X2 was enjoyable enough.  But the third one in the series (much like the third Matrix movie) was just painful.  So you can see my (momentary) hesitation to watch yet another sequel.  But, technically, this is a prequel, so there’s my justification for adding it to my queue in the first place.  Hee.

Hugh Jackman was a great casting choice as Wolverine.  I’ve thought that since the very first X-Men, at which point I believe he was still relatively unknown.  Anyway, I’m glad he accepted the role again – it seems like a lot of times for prequel-type movies they end up re-casting some of the roles  – although please don’t ask me for examples, I can’t come up with any at the moment.

There was plenty of action, and I felt like overall it did a nice job of filling in some of Wolverine/Logan’s backstory – since he can’t remember his past in the original three movies, there was quite a bit of storyline to be worked with and I think the writers did a nice job.  I would definitely watch it again and will probably pick up a copy of the DVD if I find it on sale.  Even N seemed to enjoy (or at least he wasn’t making disparaging remarks the entire time), so I think we can give Wolverine two thumbs up.

Which is far, far more than can be said for Crank 2: High Voltage.   Ahem.  It was…terrible, for lack of a better word.  Except that doesn’t begin to cover it, so maybe I can come up with something else:  atrocious, horrific,  intelligence-insultingly awful, an abusive assault on the senses…it was worse than the original, and folks, that one was total crap.  I’m not put off by the comic-book style approach to film-making, sometimes it works (see: Kill Bill), but Crank 2 is proof that sometimes it does NOT.

The language was enough to make a sailor blush – which I can handle, but is it really necessary to use the c-word at all, say nothing of MULTIPLE TIMES during a movie that is only 96 minutes long?  Not to mention the plot was completely and utterly ridiculous – which again, I can handle, but come on.  This was so far out of the realm of believability that it was hard to watch.  Mostly because I spent most of the time with my eyes rolled as far back into my head as they could go.

But that begs the question I asked N:  Why is it that he (and surprisingly, I) found Crank 2 to be SO bad that it was virtually intolerable?  For the love.  The two of us cheerfully sat through Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus (starring 80s pop star Debbie Gibson).  AND Silent Venom, something which may or may not have been the pinnacle of Luke Perry’s career (hint: NO).  Oh, and we’ve also seen Mosquito, which is exactly as good as you would assume.

So why do we find both Crank movies so terrible?  What’s the limit?  We both like Jason Statham (although presumably for very different reasons) and we both appreciate the comedy inherent in bad movies, whether intentional or not.  N couldn’t answer those questions when I asked him last night, and honestly neither can I.  Are they trying too hard?  Just too full of implausible violence/cringe-worthy language/gratuitous sex?  My high tolerance for bad movies of all kinds is well documented on this blog but Crank 2 isn’t just bad, it’s abysmal.  I’d add it to the sequel hall of shame, but since I also hated the original I don’t think it qualifies.

Full disclosure:  Will this stop me from watching the inevitable Crank 3?  Probably not.  (Will I be able to sweet-talk N into watching that one with me too?  Absolutely not.  In fact, I probably won’t be able to talk him into watching anything of my choosing for quite a while.  Or possibly ever again.)

I am not the chick these flicks are directed at.  We know this.  I love mindless, plotless action movies!  The more violence, the more adrenaline, the better!   But I also love BB, and she came over last week bearing Julie & Julia.  So I decided to give it a go.  And guess what?  I actually enjoyed it!

Now, first things first.  Meryl Streep is simply glorious.  She’s truly one of the most talented actors of our time, and as far as I’m concerned no one can hold a candle when she’s onscreen.  Her portrayal of Julia Child was spot on (at least as far as I can remember from watching her cooking show with my grandma).  Stanley Tucci was an excellent complement as Julia’s husband, Paul.

According to my husband, the character Julie was the weak link.  She was admittedly whiney and selfish and rather obnoxious at times.  However, I must disagree.  The real weak link here was Julie’s hair.  Oh, how I adore Amy Adams.  She’s sweet and precious and I love her in everything I’ve seen (which, admittedly, is not much since she doesn’t tend to do action and/or horror movies).  But for this role her hair was a hot mess.  Holy crap.  It was very distracting, and there were points in the movie where all I could think about was getting the poor girl a comb.

Overall rating on NonSoccerMom’s Completely Arbitrary Movie Rating Scale, Which Sometimes Consists of Stars and Other Times Thumbs, Depending On My Mood:  3 stars out of five.  Cute and worth the watch?  Absolutely.  Do I need to see it again?  Nope.

The other movie I watched last week is well within the ol’ action movie comfort genre:  Hancock.  N had DVRd it a while back and surprise – actually intended to watch it with me.  So watch it we did.

It wasn’t bad at all.  I had low expectations going in, because I’d heard from several people that it wasn’t quite what they had thought it would be.  And I have to agree.  The trailers make it out to be one thing, where in actuality it is something quite different, with several massively glaring plot holes.  It probably needed to be a bit longer, really.  Now, I’m all for movies with run times of less than two hours.  But this one was just too short.  Note to Hollywood producers:  You need to make the movie long enough for viewers to understand the various plot points – we didn’t have access to the script, you know.

But!  Plenty of action, and I do love me some Will Smith.  And don’t worry, there’s plenty of eye candy for everyone – Charlize Theron is breathtaking as usual (I may or may not have a bit of a girl-crush on her). And I hadn’t realized that the always-adorable Jason Bateman was in it, so that was a nice surprise.

Overall:  Thumbs up!  Worth the watch, as long as you like fancy-pants special effects and don’t require too much of a well-developed plot.  Check, and CHECK!  And even N agreed that it was a decent use of an hour and a half.  So there you have it – a definite win-win.

N and I always try to take turns staying home with the kids when they’re sick, just depending on who has the lighter workload.  Unfortunately, my job is very deadline-intensive and it’s hard for me to get away on short notice so most of the time, N is on deck.  This time, though, it worked out for me to take a turn.

And so far it seems like a pretty good deal – Miss T clearly does not feel bad at all.  We’ve been playing and watching Chicken Run (if you haven’t seen it you really should.  It’s hilarious, and not as much of a kid movie as you would assume), and cleaning up the kitchen.  Miss T LOVES to “help” me clean, so I give her a damp rag and let her go to town on the table/chairs/floor/whatever.  So we’ve scrubbed down her booster seat plus the floor where she spilled milk and cereal at breakfast, and she also helped me start a load of laundry.

It’s not often that I get an uneventful day like this, to just decompress at home with one of the kids.  I’ll have a few days with AE next week while he’s on spring break, but he largely ignores me to play video games.  (In case you’re wondering what Miss T is currently doing, she’s ignoring me – playing with the magnets on the fridge and singing a song that I can’t quite identify.  Oh wait.  Now she’s moved on and is jumping on the couch screaming “It’s a tamp-o-een!!”)

Do I have a point?  Probably not really.  Maybe I had one in mind when I started but this coffee isn’t very strong and I’ve only had two cups so far.  So here you go.  I’ll leave you with a few pictures of my “sick” toddler and maybe you won’t notice that I’ve done nothing but ramble.

Today, though, I find that I simply do not give a rat’s ass.  Not one measly rat, or his tiny little ass.  Would you like to know the last movie I saw in the theater?  Why, I’ll tell you.  It was Star Trek.  Seriously.  And not only am I not interested in the Oscars (I don’t even know who’s hosting this year), but I was actively pissed off at the gym earlier, when the pre-show was playing at volume eleventy-billion and twelve and I didn’t have the option not to hear it.  (Side note:  when I can clearly hear the TV over Rob Zombie playing millimeters from my eardrums, the TV is TOO LOUD.)

So.  What would be the point of me watching the Oscars?  I have seen exactly zero of the movies that they’re all geeked up about.  I never made it to Avatar, I barely know the basic premise of The Hurt Locker.  Not a consistent Tarantino fan, so I’m not interested in Inglourious Basterds.  I haven’t even watched Up, and we own the DVD.

Because I Do. Not. Care.  I’ve never really cared about the fashion aspect of it.  I mean, yeah, some of the dresses are wild and others are gorgeous and the stars all look fantastic but what purpose does this serve to me?  None, really, except to remind me that  a) I will never be a movie star and b) I will never be that rich.  I’ll catch up with the style in the post-Oscars issue of People magazine.

So when you knock that aspect out, what’s left?  Oh yeah, the movies.

I’m not sure when I stopped caring so much about movies in general.  I used to work at a movie theater, for crying out loud!  I saw pretty much every movie that was released during that time, often before the opening date!  I can sing the closing music for any move released in the late 1990s!  I have an entire category of this blog devoted to movie reviews!

I think that these days I’m just a lot less willing to get out of my Movie Genre Comfort Zone.  My down time is limited, so I’m not really willing to potentially waste it, you know?  Why would I want to devote 3+ hours of my life for Avatar (which, admittedly, I would probably love), when I could be using that time for other things?  Like sleeping?  Or drinking wine?  Or Netflixing movies that I know I’ll enjoy, like Wolverine?  Or, um, Resident Evil.  ANYWAY.  I do have a point (sort of) and here it is:

I’m old and crabby.  And clearly, I’m wholly intolerant of your Oscar-worthy film making.  Now get the hell off my lawn.

And the verdict?  Meh.  It was okay.  I didn’t love it, that’s for sure.  It wasn’t so boring that I felt the need to turn it off or anything, but it wasn’t the most riveting movie ever.  I certainly have no need to ever watch it again.

I think part of the issue is that I broke one of my cardinal movie-watching rules – I usually refuse to watch anything that’s “based on a true story”.  My reasoning is thus:  I watch TV and movies to escape reality.  I do not need to see anything that’s based an actual event.  (Horror movies are an exception to this rule.  Do not question the logic.  There is none.)

Overall, it just wasn’t action-y enough.  I like tons of action in my movies.  (No, not THAT KIND of action.  Although there was some of that here.) I mean kick-ass fight scenes, high-speed chases, explosions, adrenaline.  More than a few minutes without something along those lines and I generally get bored.  That’s why I love the Die Hard movies, Lethal Weapon, Tango and Cash, Escape from New York.  I don’t even need a cohesive plot or quality acting (DUH).  If something blows up, I’m usually sold.  That’s how I roll.

Oh, and what did N think about The Bank Job?  He liked it.  OF COURSE.

Speaking of things I’ve missed, (SMOOTH SEGUE) I’ve also missed doing movie reviews, so I shall give you several.  Beware the spoilers after the jump.

Next – Eh, it was okay.  Jessica Biel was an odd choice for the female love interest, and Nicolas Cage’s hair was just gross.  It could have had an interesting plot if they’d tried a little harder, but it was so full of holes that it was really challenging to follow along.  Not the worst movie I’ve ever seen, but not even close to being one of the best.  It was watchable, nothing less, nothing more.

Once Upon a Time in Mexico – OMGGGGGGGGGGGG.  There were parts where I had to look away, because LO, even though I am not squeamish, I cannot handle violence against eyeballs.  GAH.  (I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before.) That being said, I did actually enjoy this one.  Johnny Depp is just such an awesome actor he can make pretty much anything fun to watch.  I haven’t even seen El Mariachi or Desperado (which it follows), but it wasn’t hard for me to understand the plot.  Overall, it was violent and offbeat and quirky, but certainly enjoyable.  Thumbs up!

Saw III - Ew.  Just EW.  I’ve reviewed both Saw and Saw II previously (EYEBALLS!  I TOLD YOU!), and it’s some sort of macabre fascination that makes me keep going with this series.  Saw III is a total mess.  It’s so grotesque in places that not only did I have to turn away, I had to fast forward while shrieking.  And I’m not even talking about the part with the liquified pigs, disgusting as that was.  The whole movie was a train wreck I could not stop watching.  It was sick and depraved and poorly acted, yet the next two sequels are in my Netflix queue already.  Sigh.

Jumper – Not bad at all.  It was way too short, though.  N and I both enjoyed this one, but agreed that the producers had obviously cut out some of the plot explanation in favor of keeping the action moving quickly.  Also, Hayden Christensen is a bit stiff as an actor but we knew that already.  Either way, an entertaining movie, worth picking up if you haven’t seen it already.

*****

AE lost his first tooth yesterday!  It took a little assistance from my fingernail (much to the horror of his squeamish father), but since AE said it didn’t hurt that means it was ready to come out.  It was really weird (read:  GROSS).  The permanent tooth was already coming in and pushing the baby tooth forward instead of up, so it was tearing through the front of his gums.  YUM.  Hope you weren’t eating.  Anyway, I was able to pop it right out without tears from a child with zero pain tolerance, so all was well.  And the Tooth Fairy even remembered to visit.

Now, what the hell am I supposed to do with a tiny little baby tooth?

*****

Yesterday we received a notice from a collections agency, stating that the bill from N’s kidney stone debacle had been turned over to them.  I of course freaked out, since I’d sent the hospital a payment within two weeks of receiving the original bill from them.  Not to mention, it has been less than two months since he had the kidney stone in the first place, and isn’t that a little soon to be sending someone to collections?  Particularly without, I don’t know, sending A SECOND BILL or a warning or SOMETHING?  Especially when a payment has been made already?  So after wigging out about it when I opened the mail, losing sleep over it last night, and freaking out about it again this morning, I finally got in touch with the contact person at the hospital.  The conversation went a little something like this:

Linda, the long-suffering billing representative:  Hello, this is Linda.

Me:  Hi, I’m calling about an issue I have with my account.

Linda:  Yes?

Me:  Well, it says that we’ve been sent to collections.

Linda:  Yes, I know.

Me:  …

Linda:  That’s our patient account company.

Me:  Okay?  But it says they’re a collection agency.

Linda:  They ARE.

Me:  Um.  Well, why was it sent to collections?  It’s been less than three weeks since I received the original bill and besides, I made a payment!

Linda:  They aren’t a collections agency for US.  They’re a collections agency for other businesses.  We just use them as a third-party billing service.

Me:  But the letter says-

Linda:  I know.  I’ve asked them to change the wording on the letter when they send it out to our patients.  But they won’t do it.  I spend half my day answering phone calls like this one.

Me:  Really? 

Linda:  Yes, unfortunately.  Don’t worry.  It’s not showing up on your credit report or anything, but try and pay it as soon as you can otherwise they’ll just keep sending you bills repeatedly. 

Me:  O-kay?  Thanks for your time.

Linda:  No problem, sweetheart.  Have a good day!

Here’s a question.  WHY would a hospital choose to use a billing company that repeatedly panics its customers?  And if Linda truly spends half her time answering phone calls like mine, why don’t they switch companies?  Or why doesn’t Linda leave an explanatory message on her phone?  Or perhaps the biggest question of all, how was Linda not the biggest raging bitch in the whole entire world?  Because sweet fancy Moses, I sure would be.

*****

N and I watched Wanted last weekend and had um, a significant difference of opinion about it.  The difference – of course - being that I actually liked it, and he thought it was the most horrible movie ever inflicted upon mankind.  And that is why we rarely watch movies together, the end. 

It was kind of weird, the plot was thin, it obviously ripped off several other action movies, and it was definitely not even remotely believable.  But you see, those things are all fine with me.  As long as there is plenty of action, I’m good to go.  Plus, I always like Morgan Freeman, and Angelina Jolie was wicked awesome.

So, to sum up:  if you like some intelligence in your movies, avoid it.  But if you will cheerfully watch two hours of pointless gunfights, knife battles, and hand-to-hand combat, this is the movie for you.

Then the next night we watched Secondhand Lions, and for once, we actually enjoyed a movie together.  I KNOW.  I was shocked too.  I don’t usually go in for heart-warming type movies (obv) but oh!  It was SO GOOD!  I don’t want to give the plot away or anything, but it’s just a really sweet story about a shy kid who is forced to live with his two reclusive great-uncles for a summer.  I laughed, I cried, it was wonderful, you should see it.  I just can’t rave enough.

And on that note, I better wrap this up.  Happy Friday, everyone!

The feel of the movie (and even certain elements of the plot) reminded me of Constantine, which I hated.  It was all very dark.  Now, I’m totally fine with that.  However, it is the supernatural aspect I have a problem with – as in, this drug caused 99% of the people taking it to have the exact same demonic hallucination?  Seems unlikely.  I suppose that maybe I didn’t know what to expect since I’ve never played the video game, but I doubt that would have changed my opinion too much.  I just wanted to see this because A) action movie and B) Mark Wahlberg.

The beginning was very slow.  Twenty minutes in and we were both shocked to find that it had ONLY been 20 minutes.  It seemed more like an hour.  Honestly, the whole movie was kind of that way.  The very end was really the only part that had a significant amount of action.

Like most mothers, I’m not big on movies or TV shows where dead children are a part of the plot.  But as N pointed out, in this movie they focused more on the death of Payne’s wife and glossed over the baby, so that made it tolerable for me.

I think it is entirely possible that I’ve seen way too many films of this genre, because I knew who the bad guy was when he first appeared on screen (in a decidedly un-bad guy capacity).  Well, either I’ve seen too many movies or I’ve become psychic.  Equally likely, I suppose.

Overall Max Payne was watchable, and parts of it were mildly entertaining.  It was not even close to being the worst Mark Wahlberg movie I’ve ever seen – that honor goes to Planet of the Apes – but it certainly wasn’t anywhere near the best.  I’ll give it 2.5 stars out of five, placing it somewhere higher than Shooter but lower than The Big Hit on my Completely Arbitrary Mark Wahlberg Movie Rating Scale.

Now you know.