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Also, I have left retail. I plan on not returning. At least...for a very long time. I am sad to say goodbye to my coworkers. Then again, they're just at the mall so it's not like I won't see them again. Meh. Anyone up for a Dance Party? I've scheduled one for WS on March 22.

Gatta get up to get down.

Retail Slave

My current job holding and title.

Though it's not so bad. I'm at the point where I work in enough areas of my store that I can do pretty much anything I want to keep myself busy. Cash, floor, filling, stock, running, processing, cleaning, cooking?, blowing up coffee machines...it's interesting. Then again, I've worked six months at my current job, which is long for retail. I have to admit I'm getting a little sick of it, especially due to recent events. I suppose it could have happened in any setting, but I'm a little turned off of the mall scene as of this past December.

I also realized that all my best stories come from work. I rarely have anything interesting happen to me in other settings. Even when I travel the events are...well uneventful. I mean the best travel story I have is when I was at a conference with a youth group in Germany two summers ago and we were told not to go anywhere in the conference centre (and the area around it) alone. Sound advice for anywhere you may be traveling (though I've known many to travel alone), but nonetheless and incident occurred, and we were forbidden to be alone. And then my entire team forgot about me. I mean, I don't blame them. I'm not all that vocal, and I AM kind of boring, but still, the group was only 12 people.

Anyway we had these groups ("family groups" I believe) where we met people from around the world and talked with them (which was...a little hard at times since not all of them spoke English or German). I had a rather hilarious encounter with a young Russian man who was trying to ask where I was from. I thought he was speaking to me in German, so I tried to reply in the few words I knew that I could only speak a little German. The guy looked at me as if I was insane, then asked more slowly, in English, where I was from. I had the classic blushing moment as I mumbled "Canada". He didn't talk to me again.

I had a similar experience at the McDonald's across the street from the centre, but I have digressed enough already.

After these family groups we head back to the main hall to eat lunch. I sat with my group and chatted with a German guy named Fabian. Fabian was an interesting fellow. I think he may have been one of the youth leaders, but he was close to my age at the time. I estimate 22. He made a lot of off-colour jokes, told me how Tylenol was not approved by the German health board (or whatever you call it there), bought me one of the more popular German drinks (which contained 2% alcohol...which really isn't a big deal unless you signed a contract before leaving saying that you wouldn't drink) and talked a lot about his wife, whom he had just married the year before. He also came back with me to the hotel the Canadians were staying in to get some of my Tylenol for his back (which is how the German health board topic came about). After that he called me his personal "drug dealer". I remember on the way back that day we were approached by two (Lutherans? Jehovah's Witnesses?) young people, a girl and a boy, asking us what languages we spoke. Fabian said speak English so we both could understand. They then began questioning us about our beliefs in God and Christianity, and whether we believed in predestination. Neither of us were too keen on being converted, so we debated a bit before returning to the conference centre. They continued to circle the centre asking people similar questions.

So after the lunch with Fabian, we split for the day and I went to go look for my youth group. I searched all over the centre hall for them where we said we'd meet to travel back together. We were supposed to head into Leipzig that day to enjoy being tourists. Leipzig was a fantastic city. We spilt off into groups that day of two or three people. I traveled with two people I had hardly known before the trip (and sadly hardly know now). At the time, however, I got to know them quite well. We shopped around the city, took pictures, visited Bach's old church where he began composing, ate tons of gelato (probably more than I ate in the entire month I was in Italy), looked for souvenirs to bring back to Canada, ate dinner in an Italian restaurant (seriously, the entire time we were in Germany, all we ate was Italian food...what the hell...), and finished the day by watching a show in Augustusplatz. The lights there lit up the fountain as the sky gradually darkened. The sun set behind a huge construction site with three giant cranes. I got some fantastic pictures of the cranes against a orange and pink sky.

Before we left, however, I spent thirty minutes wandering around the conference centre in the heat looking for my group. And when I say heat, I mean it was REALLY hot. The temperature outside was about thirty-two degrees if I remember, and it was hotter inside. Why? The building was made of glass. The building, was a giant greenhouse. The building itself was an architectural wonder. Honestly, the most boring building in Leipzig is ten times more interesting than the ones in Calgary. Calgary is...deprived in that area. More than deprived. Devastated is probably a better word. They had this beautiful spiral staircase in the one room that overlooked a shallow pool (about one foot deep). At first the pool was wide open and people dipped their feet in there. I think the pool was supposed to be more...decorative. That or people got a little out of hand. It only took the centre about four hours to rope it off and mark the side of the pool with German and English words, written in tape on the floor. The escalators were even interesting. The metal was painted red and white, so they looked like giant moving candy-canes. Or barber poles. My favourite picture is of be on one of those escalators.

I did get a better chance to look around while I was searching. I was more annoyed at the time, but I got to know the building well. A little too well. I remember most of its layout even two years later. I also remember their annoying system of numbering levels. Level 0 was always at ground level no matter what building you were in. The whole centre was partially on a hill. In some buildings the levels made sense, starting at 0 and moving up to 1 and 2 (1 being floor 2 in North America and 2 being 3 etc.). Then in other buildings, there would be floor -1 or -2, which was like the basement I suppose...only it wasn't underground.

Finally I made my way back to the main hall where lunch was being cleaned up. Still no sign of my team, so I decided to head back to the hotel and wait for them there. On my own. Alone. We weren't supposed to because of the attack on one of the girls at the conference, but I was fed up. I walked back past the kiosks and the "world centre" (with activities I never participated in...I'm lame like that) and headed out past the bus loop out front to the right of a large fountain where people were cooling off (by large I mean like Washington Monument pool large). There was a bridge in the centre with a monument in the centre. I can't remember if I went out to look at it. As I passed the bus loop, I saw one of the Canadian leaders there getting ready to head into Leipzig. I asked him if he had seen my team. He said they had already headed back to the hotel. Thirty minutes before.

I was, quite angry at first. My team had completely forgotten me at the centre. I started thinking it was hilarious about halfway back to the hotel. Our group leader had been so serious about not traveling alone, and they left without me. I wasn't upset. I was a big girl, 19 at the time, so really, it's not like I was a child with no idea where to go or what to do. The principle of the matter was what made me laugh. When I arrived at the hotel, my team was just leaving out the front door. Only half of them realized I was still missing. My team leader was apparently coming back to the centre to page me, but I found them first. HAH. Haha? They also didn't realize I was missing until they were back at the hotel. I guess I leave a STRONG, LASTING IMPRESSION on people. Like memory foam. On steroids.

I think I got a little sidetracked.

[GIRL]s in Gaming

I'm not entirely sure how much this topic has been covered overall, but judging by the lack of tolerance and the utter disbelief of the gentlemen that discover they have been playing video games with one of the female gender, I am guessing that the topic hasn't been touched on nearly enough.

A few days ago I walked to the train station with a friend from one of my history courses (in which the topic has nothing to do with this piece unfortunately) and we began discussing the lack of female representation in “Call of Duty: Black Ops”, a currently popular game (especially in the “teenage boy” demographic). She asked me if the game was worth buying, and more importantly if “girl avatars”, signs or other representation was present in the game. I said that after playing a great deal with my brother and exploring some aspects of the game, that there was not any overt examples of what she was looking for. Of course the option to customize avatars and call signs is a plus in the game, that is not enough for her. She wants blatant female representation in the forms of female characters, gender markers and avatars, which tell the multiplayer community exactly which gender they are playing with.

Now while the gaming community is a lot more accepting of female gamers, as I stated before, some are still shocked when they encounter them. When that gender is exposed, the person is treated differently, in either a more positive or negative manner. This is where the issue in and of itself lies. I believe that people shouldn't have to state their gender in order to assert the fact that both people play video games. Nine-five percent of the women I know play video games, even on a casual level. By casual I mean internet mini games, some games such as those on the Wii including “Wii Sports” or “Mario Party”, games on Facebook and the iPhone, and other similar sources. In other words, these games are the ones played waiting for a bus, or at a party or to waste time when one should be writing academic essays. Even my mother plays video games extensively and these games aren't limited to casual games. While she plays games such as “The Sims”, “Mario Party” and “Mario Kart”, she has also tried her hand at are “Oblivion”, the “Myst” series and all of the “Call of Duty” games we own. She is actually quite good at the games and actively asks our family if we would like to play a few rounds. She once asked me to play once saying something along the lines of “Why don't you take a break from you paper and come play some Call of Duty with us?”.

My point being, of course, that many women play video games and take up a significant portion of the gaming populace. They, however, do not get the representation that they deserve. Stereotypically, especially because of the norms constructed when video games were first created, men are the ones who play video games, have parties, talk strategy and compete. This stereotype bothers my aforementioned friend to the very depths of her being. As dramatic and over-the-top that sounds, I'm trying to discover whether that notion is worthy of such distaste. I agree that the stereotype should be broken down and overcome, but to what point and purpose?

I ask this because of the notion of being treated differently. Men and women will always be treated differently. No matter how one tries to promote “equality” between the genders, a fundamental, cultural belief in their differences will always exist. In terms of playing video games, this will most certainly always exist as well. One example that immediately comes to mind is one taken from the leviathan of a game, “World of Warcraft”, known in the gaming community as “World of Warcrack” (and let me just say I tried this game and got bored really fast...I don't experience its addictive powers I guess). In this game (if you haven't yet heard), you are given the choice of creating a character, which acts as a personal avatar designed to perform quests and other such tasks. In the creation, the player is given a choice of race, physical features, classes and, oh yes, gender. From stories that I have heard, and experience, the female avatars are often treated differently from the male (especially when the game first arrived on the market). I have heard they are given money, items, special status and experience different conversation than the male avatars receive. Is this because they believe that females are on the other end? Do they really think they're going to receive anything...special, because they treated them differently? Because they felt they had to? Many people in this game do not even chose the gender that they were born with. A lot of males chose female avatars just to get these benefits. In this way, the game portrays a sense of gender equality, but its players do not practice the concept.

One may argue that these issues are due to ignorance and inexperience of youth, but why would youth have these ideas in the first place? It's because the system of beliefs, values, and ideas they grew up relay this information. People are told that differences exist between the genders. People are told that females should be treated differently. Why should it be any different in the gaming community? Again turning back to a Call of Duty example, people are given the option to edit their own clan-tags, a four-letter combination of letters placed before the user name that associates the player with a specific place, group or individual trait. Often I see the tag [GIRL] in the pre-game lobby and I ask why that act is necessary. Do these “GIRL”s expect to be treated differently? Do they expect to enact a form of ridicule upon the other players because they were “beaten by a girl”? I find the notion completely ridiculous. If true gender equality and acceptance is what's desired, why do “GIRL”s work so hard to distinguish themselves as different. Sure this may anger the per-pubescent teenage boy because his world views have been shattered by a single round fired from the AA12 Shotgun of a “GIRL”, but in the long run, all that is being done is creating a class that separates the females from the males. No progress is being made.

Therefore, what I aim for is androgyny. A world where no one cares if the player is a female or male player, but instead focuses on the game itself and individual skill. I want a world where even if the players knew they had been bested by a female, they don't care because the issue derives from skill and expertise. Androgyny where the player is not thought of as “boy” or “girl” is an ideal the gaming community will probably not see. At least not in this lifetime. I myself try to practice this ideal, by acting androgynous in nature on the internet and within the gaming community. I am a female biologically. I participate and enjoy a lot of activities and endeavours that are “male” by tradition, stereotype and value. Because I even think of such activities and ideas as “male”, I am trapped by the same convictions that everyone else is. I will never be completely androgynous, because my base core, my sign and signifier, the way I associate with the objects and ideas around me have been set. The male and female established. Boundaries and barriers have been broken, but never completely torn down.

I have used this example before in other works (or rants I suppose) of mine. I post many videos on YouTube, such as walkthroughs, amusing incidents in games, and pieces of music. I have not identified with any gender in any of my videos and use text to relay my thoughts and opinions in the videos. I did, at one point, have videos voice-commentated, but have since removed the videos (I don't like the sound of my voice in recording). Those videos were the only aspect of my YouTube existence that identified me as female. Viewers of my other videos, however, perceive me as a male. In many times I get comments such as “dude nice videos”, “I like your videos sir” and “hey man, how do I fix this issue?”. The viewers automatically assume I am a man, but I am unsure of is whether this idea comes from the content of my videos (mostly walkthroughs of a video game called “Dungeon Keeper 2”), or if my existence on the internet is by default attributed to “male”. In other words, am I considered “male” because of what I do, or because cultural assumptions dictate that “male” is more common to find on the internet in such contexts?

Many would say that my failure to identify myself as female online is to blame (especially those who enjoy using “GIRL” in COD). In this mind-set, if females don't identify themselves as “girl” or “woman”, then nothing would exist to prove said existence of females online and in games (aside from a personal account...which can be denied and refuted). The players would assume that the person on the other side is a male (and I won't lie, I have often, by default, assumed this as well). As said before, this is because of the norms and stereotypes established throughout gaming history. So in order to break with these “traditions” (I'm using a lot of quotation marks aren't I?) wouldn't females have to establish themselves within the gaming community with blatant proof?

I answer with a “maybe sometimes in certain contexts”. Naturally, I would say no, because that's what I want to believe, but in some cases, especially those dominated by males, females have yet to make their mark. The gaming industry has come a long way over the years and whether that's for better or for worse...well let's just say that's another story completely. In terms of gender identification, females have for the most part made their mark and appearance, mostly in the last decade. Just today I was asked if I have played and finished “Assassin's Creed Brotherhood” and got an invite from a young man in which I don't know too well to play multiplayer with him. I have also recently been invited to “Halo” parties and “Mario” nights by some of my male friends to play. As an equal. I am, however, the exception. My friends are the exception. Please correct me if I'm wrong (please please time ten to the power of infinity...I want to be wrong here), but I don't believe a lot of females have the same experiences in gaming. So many are still underground. I grew up playing video games. From “Space Taxi” and “Spelunker” on the Commodore 64, “Mr. Do” and “Mouse Trap” on Colecovision, to my old PC games of “Warcraft 2”, “Diablo 1”, “Age of Empires 2” and my wonderful kid-friendly dinosaur and animal games, all the way to the games I play today, I have enjoyed and been influenced by these virtual adventures. I have always assumed that I had every right to play and talk about these games just as much as everyone else and for the most part, have gotten a positive response. I have never been bothered by those who think video games are best left for only 50% of the population.

In the end, my ideal world in gaming is one based on intellect, cunning, skill and practice, not one based on gender stereotypes. So please, my fellow female gamers, assert yourself by continuing to play, ignoring the insults made by intolerant minds, but don't feel the need to sell yourself as a GIRL. As for the men, tone down your insecurities and scorn concerning female gamers; they have every right to be there and participate. As much of a right as you. Let's be tolerant about this people. Gender means nothing. It does not quantify ability, capability or what is allowed or disallowed...it's just silly.

Yours truly,
Dr. Schwa

* This essay was for fun mostly and I did only a light, scanning edit. If something sounds weird or clunky, it's because I was lazy. I'm planning on going over it in the future in more detail.

** If anyone has questions or comments, please let me know by posting them here, on my YouTube account (either on my page or through PM), or though instant messengers, which I'm sure I have posted somewhere around here...

*** I am always open to discuss, debate, explain and listen to stories about experience or points that I have missed. I am also planning on writing more on similar topics in the future, so if you read this, feedback is much appreciated!

**** HAH I only used one exclamation point in this document and it wasn't even for the core document. TAKE THAT FICTION WRITING! Oh sheeeeet I used two. What you guys ganna do about it? Just kidding, I love you all.

Bah

Don't you just hate people who fart in academia's general direction and receive A's? I'm not one of those people. I'm the person that farts in their general direction to get the B's. I'm too lazy to waft enough to get the A.

Man that was a disgusting analogy.

Stupid Biorhythm

I never knew how important this stupid feature in Path of Radiance was until Chapter 13 on hard mode. Holy crap. It's the level where you, as the player, must defend a ship for ten turns. One of the characters that starts off on the "Other" force, Astrid, is squishy. I am playing the game so no playable characters get killed. Astrid is one of these characters. If her biorhythm is on par or on the downswing, she will die no matter what you do. If it's on the upswing, the swordsman that ALWAYS offs her only gets one shot instead of two. This is a problem because I had to restart the level FIVE TIMES last night because I didn't even think of biorhythem. In fact, I couldn't even understand what the hell was going on. Today I started playing and realized it immediately (must have been lack of sleep or something finally affecting my mental processes...). Even Oscar and Kieran had differing attacks and hit percentages, which struck me as curious as well (determining if they could kill one spearman or not). This is also biorhythm. As frustrated as I was (am), biorhythm is actually a clever aspect of strategical play that I hadn't thought to work around or take advantage of.

This just struck me as a perfect example of my inability to take certain aspects of gaming to another level. As a rule, I don't like to compete or play multiplayer matches with a) people I don't know and b) little or no knowledge of the game or what I'm supposed to be doing. The point is, however, I don't ever spend enough time with one game to become an expert at it. At least not good enough to actually have fun without getting frustrated every two minutes. I love playing single player games because I can work at my own pace, faff about and actually enjoy what I'm playing. When I play multiplayer, especially with competitive contexts or even with competitive people, I feel panicked, confused and nervous because I feel like I look like an idiot. This is why previous endeavours into Star Craft and Diablo II didn't work for me. I was constantly playing with people way out of my league, and they expected more from me. Though it's good to play with people better than you, I wasn't willing to spend the time becoming better. I didn't feel like I could get better, and I was constantly embarassing myself. I don't have huge amounts of confidence, a hurdle I've constantly had to scramble over. Some of the people I played with made me feel as if I was screwing them up or constantly disappointing them, which didn't help either. And yet I couldn't stop, because I was convinced I could get better and kick these people's asses. It wasn't healthy, and I'm glad that I don't play like that anymore, though I do miss playing with these people at times. I felt like I was one of them...part of their community. Like many other aspects of my life though, I think I'm destined to be an outsider. This is why I haven't touched the multiplayer of Star Craft 2 and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. I was eased into Call of Duty Black Ops because of the co-op multiplayer option, which was brilliant in that game (even if the rest of it just looked like the same as every COD game before). My brother, a player much better than myself, was able to play with me and help me get better.

I don't know if I'm just afraid to get back into it because of bad experiences in the past playing even with friends, but I just don't get the same level of enjoyment out of this aspect of gaming. I am becoming a lot better at games like Fire Emblem because of my will and time spent in-game. Every level I learn something new or tactical. I learn tricks for the levels and how to cycle my characters and use healing at the right times to keep them all alive and as effective as I can. I have learned about biorhythm and special abilities, chance to hit (which is TOTALLY rigged in some cases) and how to level characters to make a strong and rounded team. Same with Dungeon Keeper. I've spent hours with that game, playing, recording, reviewing, commenting and in some cases re-playing when I fail. I've spent enough time with the game making a walkthrough series that I am a stronger player. I just can't find anyone willing to play with me on multiplayer. Sadface.

Why I Have a Problem with Religious Debates

I'm going to perform one of the most dangerous feats that exists on the internet. I'm going to talk about religion.

So, why do I have a problem with religious debates? Because they hardly ever end well. The other day I had a wonderful conversation with a friend of mine concerning various forms of Christianity, Indigenous beliefs and ancient mythologies. It was fantastic. We didn't agree on all points, but both of us became a little more educated about humanity and how it functions. We both left happy and interested in the topic. This has only happened about three or four times in my entire life.

I am afraid to talk about religion, because I feel if I ever bring it up, I will be attacked no matter how peaceful and philosophical I wish to be on the topic. I am defined, by upbringing and action, as a protestant baptist. I am not exactly...devout, but I have my own set of beliefs and values that I have taken from this faction of religion and many others as well. I love to learn about religion as long as it's the facts and not a heated debate about who is right. Because I already know that the answer is NO ONE. I don't believe any one person is right about anything. I think elements of truth exist in all belief systems, which is why we, as a curious and reasonable (hah) species should take the time to be open-minded and learn what other cultures and religions have to offer. The older I get, the more I see the similarities rather than the differences between the majority of religions in the world. So why can't we sit down together and have a chat about it without the world imploding?

My answer is that humans simply have too many opinions. Due to experience, upbringing and education influencing us, we all just have too many perspectives. There will always be fanatics. There will always be moderates. To think that this is any different, that one faction is evil and the others are good, or that one day all of us will be united under the same banner is unreasonable. What we can work towards is understanding and open-mindedness. Tolerance is the key to peace in the future...of course that is an opinion that many would refute. Hence my conclusion that humans will never change in this aspect. My biggest issue is all the people who try to impose or force their beliefs or religion onto others.

What I find amazing is where all the hatred and unease comes from. So many people think of epic battles and oppression between countries and cultures...across hundreds of ethnic groups with thousands of morals and values. I see it on the internet, in random chat rooms, on the street, in the malls, on the train and even in a friend's home. I can't tell you the number of times I've looked at the comments on a video, only to find an argument about the existence of God, when the video itself has nothing to do with religion (and similar topics). What scares me the most is the level some people can't be reasoned with. There's no room for consideration, debate or critical thought. These people see what they believe as Truth (yes with a capital T) and won't give a little to the possibility that they are wrong. I know I'm wrong in many ways about a lot of subjects, but I try to listen and learn. It also makes me vulnerable.

An example would be a time when I was visiting a friend to watch Lord of the Rings (ironically, LOTR has a lot of religious under-tones...which too can be debated, but I digress), and somehow the topic of religion came up. Namely my belief in God and my attendance at church on Sunday mornings. Now, before I get into this, I would like to make my position CLEAR. I am extremely moderate and believe in peaceful co-existence (in case you haven't gathered that yet). I believe in a God (or at least a higher deity of sorts), I think that the morals and values that are the fundamental basis of many religions all over the world (like love, peace, moderation, charity etc.) are aspects to aspire to, I know that religions and other factions can bring people together and unite them as a community (also between religions and factions) and I think everyone should be allowed to believe what they want to as long as they don't force those beliefs on others (for instance, I am writing this post in order to convey my position, but I don't expect anyone to agree...I leave that up to the person to decide). My philosophy is a lot more complicated of course, and I have struggled with it immensely, but that's the gist of it. At this said movie night, my beliefs were attacked without much chance to defend myself, and this was frightening.

I remember saying something about being at church on Sunday morning, which was a mistake in my friend's presence. Normally I don't like church that much. I feel like an outsider a lot of the time (for reasons other than the religion itself), but I attend to make my family happy, which in turn makes me happy. I respect my family and the life they have brought me up in, and I intend to honour that respect despite what I may believe deep down. At any rate, he asked me why I was going to church if I didn't like it. As I explained a moment ago, I said that it made my family happy. He said that I should do what made ME happy rather than my family, and to do otherwise was idiocy. While I agree that freedom, choice and the right to be happy is something we should all be able to have, part of my happiness relies on my family being happy. My friend did not find this explanation acceptable. Instead we entered a rather one-sided debate about how Christianity has been inherently evil and misleading since the dawn of its creation. I countered that it was mostly the fanatics that ruined it for everyone else. He had the all-powerful "but look at the renaissance and the indoctrination there. Hundreds of people have died in the name of religion. People still do. People have been oppressed, forced to believe things they don't want to and driven to commit horrible deeds." I don't disagree at all with these statements, but it's not the religion itself that's the problem. The problem lies in the system, in the individuals that become corrupted for various reasons and a general lack of education (or the desire to be educated). The religion-bashing carried on for some time, but to make a long story short, my friend would not let us carry on with the evening until I said, at the very least, that I was agnostic. The denial of many of my beliefs wasn't what upset me the most that day. What upset me the most was that a person I considered a friend, drove me to the verge of tears, because they thought they were trying to "save me".

Which is what I don't understand. He is an atheist, and yet he used the same tactics and arguments that fanatics in religious factions use in order to force others to think the same way as them. In that way, he was contradicting himself by using the same principles he hates in order to prove that he was right.

So people, please leave me alone, please leave others alone. If you are willing to learn, to educate, to be reasonable and have an open-mind, then I wholly encourage thought and debate concerning religion. If not, keep your beliefs to yourself. I don't want to be preached to. I don't want to be told that I'm being saved from falsehood, misleading information, fanatic cults, stupid organizations, heaven, hell, or the Great Effing Pumpkin. I don't want to be yelled at, I don't want to be attacked, I don't want the hatred. I am prepared to accept the consequences of my beliefs, whatever the future holds for them. Please people, for the love of all that is good and holy (what ever you may think that is), let me be. Stop trying to rescue me. I don't want to be saved.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTCCcO83OY8&feature=grec_index

WTF DID I JUST WATCH?

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Seriously though, that was cutest video that's ever confused me in every possible way.