Honestly, how hot is Dana Perino. May be the best looking chick over 60, and the hottest republican with a vagina next to Tucker Carlson.
I just finished watching about 72 consecutive hours of trash MTV "reality" television (love it) and I keep asking myself the question "who the fuck is Tila Tequila and why is she famous". I mean, apart from the obvious - having the smallest chin and biggest forehead combo in the world. I guess another question I have is where does MTV find the retards to be on her show?
Fuck, I'm hooked big on The Real World, Hollywood. Its sooo funny how MTV picked the fucking alcoholic juicebag to be one of the roommates. You cant tell me the execs of the show were thinking "okay, lets select the guy on steroids with the drinking problem to be on the show. If we're lucky, he may fly off the handle on an epic roid rage. If we are really lucky he may kill someone on camera..."
Heartless bastards. Yet I still watch.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
friday night lights and my retirement plan
GXS now at $6.85. Touched $8.00 a few days ago. I sold everything I had left at 6.90. Bought me at least another few months of watching Star Trek re-runs in my underwear and downloading porno in stead of looking for a real job. Sweet.
Bought Season 2 of Friday Night Lights. Awesome. Every single relationship between characters in that show is interesting. The show has made my cry on more than a few occasions between the two seasons. Its hilarious.
Hootch: I bought Friday Night Lights
Sister: The movie?
Hootch: No. The show.
Sister: There is a show?
Hootch: Yeah. Its awesome. Its actually made me tear up a few times.
Sister: What, the show? How come? Did someone die or something. Is there a lot of tragedy? Cuz I cant handle that shit either.
Hootch: No. No one dies.
Sister: What were you crying for then.
Hootch: Well, in one episode, Landry catches this game winning touchdown and I just couldn't hold back the emotion.
Sister: (staring in disbelief) You are a loser.
Hootch: No, like you dont understand. There was, like, 3 seconds on the clock. It was the last play of the game. It spoke to my collective unconscious - man triumphing against all odds
Actually, Landry didn't catch the ball but thats besides the point. The show is awesome and the chicks are hot.
Bought Timminco shares a few days ago, again. I mentioned this stock previously when in was in its teens a few months back. I bought the shares at 21.18. Yesterday it closed at 24.90. The stock is volatile as a motherfucker. There are alot of people in the investment community who have bet that the company's claims of low capital costs and multi-year contract are all lies. Several weeks ago Timminco hired a 3rd party to run a review of its operations and product. Yesterday that 3rd party presented their findings in an hour long press conference. They said Timminco, even with minimal effort, with the existing ramp up in their business can expect to earn upwards of one billion dollars in operating profit in 2010. Cha-ching. I expect the stock to still act volatile as those who "bet" (or shorted) against the stock continue with their campaign of disinformation but Ive decided to make Timminco my retirement fund.
Bought Season 2 of Friday Night Lights. Awesome. Every single relationship between characters in that show is interesting. The show has made my cry on more than a few occasions between the two seasons. Its hilarious.
Hootch: I bought Friday Night Lights
Sister: The movie?
Hootch: No. The show.
Sister: There is a show?
Hootch: Yeah. Its awesome. Its actually made me tear up a few times.
Sister: What, the show? How come? Did someone die or something. Is there a lot of tragedy? Cuz I cant handle that shit either.
Hootch: No. No one dies.
Sister: What were you crying for then.
Hootch: Well, in one episode, Landry catches this game winning touchdown and I just couldn't hold back the emotion.
Sister: (staring in disbelief) You are a loser.
Hootch: No, like you dont understand. There was, like, 3 seconds on the clock. It was the last play of the game. It spoke to my collective unconscious - man triumphing against all odds
Actually, Landry didn't catch the ball but thats besides the point. The show is awesome and the chicks are hot.
Bought Timminco shares a few days ago, again. I mentioned this stock previously when in was in its teens a few months back. I bought the shares at 21.18. Yesterday it closed at 24.90. The stock is volatile as a motherfucker. There are alot of people in the investment community who have bet that the company's claims of low capital costs and multi-year contract are all lies. Several weeks ago Timminco hired a 3rd party to run a review of its operations and product. Yesterday that 3rd party presented their findings in an hour long press conference. They said Timminco, even with minimal effort, with the existing ramp up in their business can expect to earn upwards of one billion dollars in operating profit in 2010. Cha-ching. I expect the stock to still act volatile as those who "bet" (or shorted) against the stock continue with their campaign of disinformation but Ive decided to make Timminco my retirement fund.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
basketball diaries
Last night I ventured out of my hole and visited the "Y". I planned to spend a quiet evening shooting a few baskets. Maybe afterward if I had time I would hit the crosstraining machine. That was the plan, anyway.
I stepped in the Y. It was fucking jammed. The locker room was ridiculous. We were like sardines in there. Making matters worse was the fact that every second guy was naked. I felt like I just stepped onto the set of a gay porno. I began to feel a little anxious. "Ok", I thought "should I just do what you're supposed to do when you get thrown in prison for the first time? Should I knock the fuck out of some unsuspecting stranger as fair warning for all not to violate my personal space? Maybe I'll throw in a solid ass rape for good measure".
Thankfully though I I found an empty locker, changed clothes and got the fuck out of dodge before I had to lay the wood on some fuck who doesn't know any better than to come within a 2 ft radius of me when not wearing underwear. Its not like I'm homophobic or anything. Its just that if any part of your dick touches me, guy-code stipulates that I must beat the shit out of you then fuck your girlfriend and/or any female member of your family. I'm not homophobic, at all. Some of my best friends suck wang.
The basketball courts were crowded. All the courts had games going on them. I wouldn't be able to shoot/practice by myself on a court, like I wanted. The only way I could play was if I teamed up with two other guys and challenged the winning team on one of the courts. I didn't know anyone in the gym and it looked like everyone else had their 3s. Shit. Just as I thought about heading back home I was approached by 3 Chinese dudes. Collectively they may have weighed about as much as a chopstick.
Chinese1: (spoken with an accent) Are you looking for a team?
Hootch: Yeah.
Chinese1: Do you wanna play with us?
Hootch: Uhhh, ok. Dont you already have 3 though?
Chinese1: Not anymore. Vincent broke his glasses during the last game.
Hootch: That sucks. How did he break them?
Chinese1: That guy (pointing to one of the players on the court) hit him with an elbow in the eye.
Hootch: Ah. If we play that guy again we'll kill his team.
Chinese1: You think so?
Hootch: Ahh, hell yeah. All we have to do is play defense and communicate between the three of us at all times. Vincent can help by being, like, our coach.
Chinese1: Very good.
Hootch: We'll do good. By the way, I'm Hootch.
Chinese1: Oh, hello. I am Charles and our third is Matthew.
Hootch: Hey guys, nice to meet you.
Chinese1: Oh, one thing, Hootch.
Hootch: Whats that, brother.
Chinese1: Vincent and Matthew dont speak any english.
I stepped in the Y. It was fucking jammed. The locker room was ridiculous. We were like sardines in there. Making matters worse was the fact that every second guy was naked. I felt like I just stepped onto the set of a gay porno. I began to feel a little anxious. "Ok", I thought "should I just do what you're supposed to do when you get thrown in prison for the first time? Should I knock the fuck out of some unsuspecting stranger as fair warning for all not to violate my personal space? Maybe I'll throw in a solid ass rape for good measure".
Thankfully though I I found an empty locker, changed clothes and got the fuck out of dodge before I had to lay the wood on some fuck who doesn't know any better than to come within a 2 ft radius of me when not wearing underwear. Its not like I'm homophobic or anything. Its just that if any part of your dick touches me, guy-code stipulates that I must beat the shit out of you then fuck your girlfriend and/or any female member of your family. I'm not homophobic, at all. Some of my best friends suck wang.
The basketball courts were crowded. All the courts had games going on them. I wouldn't be able to shoot/practice by myself on a court, like I wanted. The only way I could play was if I teamed up with two other guys and challenged the winning team on one of the courts. I didn't know anyone in the gym and it looked like everyone else had their 3s. Shit. Just as I thought about heading back home I was approached by 3 Chinese dudes. Collectively they may have weighed about as much as a chopstick.
Chinese1: (spoken with an accent) Are you looking for a team?
Hootch: Yeah.
Chinese1: Do you wanna play with us?
Hootch: Uhhh, ok. Dont you already have 3 though?
Chinese1: Not anymore. Vincent broke his glasses during the last game.
Hootch: That sucks. How did he break them?
Chinese1: That guy (pointing to one of the players on the court) hit him with an elbow in the eye.
Hootch: Ah. If we play that guy again we'll kill his team.
Chinese1: You think so?
Hootch: Ahh, hell yeah. All we have to do is play defense and communicate between the three of us at all times. Vincent can help by being, like, our coach.
Chinese1: Very good.
Hootch: We'll do good. By the way, I'm Hootch.
Chinese1: Oh, hello. I am Charles and our third is Matthew.
Hootch: Hey guys, nice to meet you.
Chinese1: Oh, one thing, Hootch.
Hootch: Whats that, brother.
Chinese1: Vincent and Matthew dont speak any english.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
May 6, 2008 (afternoon ramblings)
I booked the rest of this week off from work. I was only scheduled to go in 3 days from 5 to 10 but I asked the Malbomber if he wanted to take my shifts. Mally recently bought a condo and he somehow thinks making $9 an hour 3 days a week is gonna help him cover his mortgage. He has a real job that pays pretty well but I guess the extra work at the pharmacy eases his mind a little and keeps him out of trouble.
With the weather warming up the girls at the store, workers and customers, are looking prettier and prettier. Ever since university, spring has always been my favorite time of year. Spring because its when all the girls begin to shed their winter clothing and you see skin again for the first time in months. Multi-layered halter tops or spaghetti straps turns just about any female into my fantasy woman. A few weeks ago I saw CameronDiazLookaLikeButWithaLargerHead take off her work shirt at the end of her shift. It was just me and her in the lunch room and she pulled off her shirt revealing a LuLu Lemon spaphetti strap thingy. I almost blasted a whole right there in my underwear.
"You want me to leave?" I asked
"No, its alright". She answered.
Totally awesome, I thought. Please let her take off her pants and underwear next.
There are alot of fucking hot girls that come in the store. I mean, it doesn't do me any good cuz I really doubt any chick is gonna see me and say "wow. That 34 year old man making $9 an hour is totally hot". Its funny cuz whenever I'm engaged in a conversation with any customer I always make it a priority to point out that working at the pharmacy is not my real job.
Female Customer: Do you have any astroglide cuz I'm such a nympho I just about fuck every guy that has a real job
Hootch: Ahhh, I'm not certain. I'm pretty sure we do but let me double check. I'm only here two days a week. This is not my real job, you know.
Female Customer: Oh, its not. Where else do you work.
Hootch: Well, technically I dont work anywhere else.
Female Customer: Oh, so you're unemployed?
Hootch: Oh, no. I day-trade.
Female Customer: Cool (already unzipping my pants) . You mean like with Morgan Stanley or somethinig.
Hootch: No, ahhh...actually in my basement. I just day trade by myself through my discount broker account.
Female Customer: Ohhhhhh, (sounding disappointed and zipping my pants back up). Can you hurry up with the astro-glide please. I think the crazy guy on the corner who dances for spare change makes more money than you and I'm totally gonna sit on his face.
With the weather warming up the girls at the store, workers and customers, are looking prettier and prettier. Ever since university, spring has always been my favorite time of year. Spring because its when all the girls begin to shed their winter clothing and you see skin again for the first time in months. Multi-layered halter tops or spaghetti straps turns just about any female into my fantasy woman. A few weeks ago I saw CameronDiazLookaLikeButWithaLargerHead take off her work shirt at the end of her shift. It was just me and her in the lunch room and she pulled off her shirt revealing a LuLu Lemon spaphetti strap thingy. I almost blasted a whole right there in my underwear.
"You want me to leave?" I asked
"No, its alright". She answered.
Totally awesome, I thought. Please let her take off her pants and underwear next.
There are alot of fucking hot girls that come in the store. I mean, it doesn't do me any good cuz I really doubt any chick is gonna see me and say "wow. That 34 year old man making $9 an hour is totally hot". Its funny cuz whenever I'm engaged in a conversation with any customer I always make it a priority to point out that working at the pharmacy is not my real job.
Female Customer: Do you have any astroglide cuz I'm such a nympho I just about fuck every guy that has a real job
Hootch: Ahhh, I'm not certain. I'm pretty sure we do but let me double check. I'm only here two days a week. This is not my real job, you know.
Female Customer: Oh, its not. Where else do you work.
Hootch: Well, technically I dont work anywhere else.
Female Customer: Oh, so you're unemployed?
Hootch: Oh, no. I day-trade.
Female Customer: Cool (already unzipping my pants) . You mean like with Morgan Stanley or somethinig.
Hootch: No, ahhh...actually in my basement. I just day trade by myself through my discount broker account.
Female Customer: Ohhhhhh, (sounding disappointed and zipping my pants back up). Can you hurry up with the astro-glide please. I think the crazy guy on the corner who dances for spare change makes more money than you and I'm totally gonna sit on his face.
May 6, 2008
Just saw the most wicked Veronica Mars episode. It was the one where she was totally 69ing this fat hairy greek guy... oh... hold on a second... that wasn't an actual episode... I think that was just a dream I had last night.
Started reading "Journey to the End of the Night" a few days ago. So far, pretty awesome.
GXS up to 4.55 yesterday before it was halted. The company issued a press release, at 3:15, detailing the quality of the coal they hit. Sounds good to me but I'm not a geologist. Maybe the apparent excitement in the news release was all spin. Either way another company that applied for a permit right beside GXS' land started moving as soon as the GXS news was out. I guess the speculation there is that hopefully the body of coal extends over into SMI's land as well. I got in SMI at 41 cents. Today will either be a really big payday or I probably go broke once GXS resumes trading and SMI takes its cue.
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Ha! I guess as should have been expected both GXS and SMI did the exact opposite of what I anticipated. They neither skyrocketed or dropped to their knees faster than Veronica Mars looking for clues in my underwear. They're basically flat so far for the day. I'll probably sell most of these holdings and only keep a small position as basically a lottery ticket. GXS the past 2 weeks was a sweet trade though.
This morning I watched the House of Flying Daggers with the commentary on. Pretty cool. The director, Yimou Zhang, basically said he had the lead male eating peanuts in the first three scenes of the movie because he was concerned that North American audiences wouldn't be able able to identify him, at first, from the other Asian faces. I thought that was hilarious. Then Ziyi Zhang, the female lead, admitted having difficulty differentiating between North American faces in movies. She normally focuses on one facial feature to distinguish between people "like the bridge of their nose" she said. Bridge of their nose?! Man, if she ever runs into me, the feature I hope she focuses on is the bulge in my pants.
Started reading "Journey to the End of the Night" a few days ago. So far, pretty awesome.
GXS up to 4.55 yesterday before it was halted. The company issued a press release, at 3:15, detailing the quality of the coal they hit. Sounds good to me but I'm not a geologist. Maybe the apparent excitement in the news release was all spin. Either way another company that applied for a permit right beside GXS' land started moving as soon as the GXS news was out. I guess the speculation there is that hopefully the body of coal extends over into SMI's land as well. I got in SMI at 41 cents. Today will either be a really big payday or I probably go broke once GXS resumes trading and SMI takes its cue.
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Ha! I guess as should have been expected both GXS and SMI did the exact opposite of what I anticipated. They neither skyrocketed or dropped to their knees faster than Veronica Mars looking for clues in my underwear. They're basically flat so far for the day. I'll probably sell most of these holdings and only keep a small position as basically a lottery ticket. GXS the past 2 weeks was a sweet trade though.
This morning I watched the House of Flying Daggers with the commentary on. Pretty cool. The director, Yimou Zhang, basically said he had the lead male eating peanuts in the first three scenes of the movie because he was concerned that North American audiences wouldn't be able able to identify him, at first, from the other Asian faces. I thought that was hilarious. Then Ziyi Zhang, the female lead, admitted having difficulty differentiating between North American faces in movies. She normally focuses on one facial feature to distinguish between people "like the bridge of their nose" she said. Bridge of their nose?! Man, if she ever runs into me, the feature I hope she focuses on is the bulge in my pants.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
April 30, 2008
Went to work yesterday. Shift was from 5pm to 9pm but I arrived 30 minutes late. Pretty much fucked the dog as shit was slow. Came home. Watched as the Spurs discarded the Suns with robot-like efficiency.
Woke up this morning. Finally showered. Popped in the chicken nuggets I bought yesterday from the pharmacy. DAMN, SON!! They were good.
Ran on the treadmill and watched the retards on CNN debate over the content of Jeremiah Wright's recent public speaking appearances. Pretty divisive, I think. I also think here's an old man trying to milk his 15 minutes. Seems to me he's not pulling any punches trying to mark his place in history right beside Malcom X and MLK. I wonder how he'd like it if a white preacher went on television and gave his impersonation of a black man practising his faith. When Wright gave his impresssion of a white marching band yesterday I thought "ok, this guy has completely lost it".
GXS is up to 3.30. Up from the 2.40 I bought 2 days ago and from the 1.30 I bought on Friday.
Kung Fu movie time.
Woke up this morning. Finally showered. Popped in the chicken nuggets I bought yesterday from the pharmacy. DAMN, SON!! They were good.
Ran on the treadmill and watched the retards on CNN debate over the content of Jeremiah Wright's recent public speaking appearances. Pretty divisive, I think. I also think here's an old man trying to milk his 15 minutes. Seems to me he's not pulling any punches trying to mark his place in history right beside Malcom X and MLK. I wonder how he'd like it if a white preacher went on television and gave his impersonation of a black man practising his faith. When Wright gave his impresssion of a white marching band yesterday I thought "ok, this guy has completely lost it".
GXS is up to 3.30. Up from the 2.40 I bought 2 days ago and from the 1.30 I bought on Friday.
Kung Fu movie time.
Monday, April 28, 2008
April 28, 2008
Woke up around 6am. Popped in and watched an episode of Veronica Mars while I ate CornPops out of a salad bowl.
Around 7am I debated showering and decided against it. I fired up the computer and checked out my favorite porn site. I searched for any new mpegs of black chicks doing white guys. No dice.
Around 9am I checked in briefly with a few financial websites and the retards on CNBC and Business News Television to get a feel of what the day may have in store.
The stock I bought yesterday (GXS) at 1.33 (it closed yesterday at 1.97) opened at 1.90 today. Within the first 45 minutes of trading it ran up to around 2.95. I set a stop/loss at 2.33 and left to do some grocery shopping. I catch some lunch at a sandwich joint and head home.
At home I pop in another episode of Veronica Mars and contemplate firing one off to Ms. Mars. One cream soda later I fire up the computer again to see what's happening with my GXS. My stop/loss has been hit. The stock is now at 2.15. Sweet.
I take a nap thinking it'd be pretty rad doggie styling Veronica Mars. I wake up. I check my computer and find GXS moving up. The reason it moved yesterday was because the company drilled and struck coal. They dont know what the quality of the coal is but the deposit appears to be quite large as they struck what they believed to be the same body of coal when they drilled another hole 1.5 kilometers further away. Today the company announced they believe the coal encountered in the drill holes is of the Cretaceous age and the results defining the quality of coal are expected prior to the week's end.
Now, one of either two things will happen. (A) the quality of the coal will be good and with only 17 million shares outstanding, in the company, the stock will more than beef up my bank account. Or (B) the quality of coal will be poor and the stock will drop quickly well below $1. Because of some success I've had previously, I think I can afford the risk. I buy back in at 2.40 and will wait until the results are announced.
Between 4:30 and 5:30 pm I excersize.
6:00, I google "Cretaceous Age and coal" hoping to get an indication of what the quality of coal may be that GXS found. After 5 minutes I lose interest and go back and visit my favorite porn site. Still, no new black chick on white guy mpegs.
7:30 I watch the Raps outhink themselves and lose to Orlando. Really, is there any reason we have to 2ble team fucking Rashad Lewis and Hedo Turkoglou every fucking time down the court? We're way more athletic than they are. We should have handled them one-on-one and TJ Ford and Calderon should have eaten Jameer Nelson's lunch but unfortunately, it didn't go down that way.
Now, getting ready to watch Kobe ass fuck the Nuggets.
(By mentioning GXS here I'm almost positive I've jinxed myself and the stock. The stock may go to zero tomorrow and I'll be forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to make ends meet).
Around 7am I debated showering and decided against it. I fired up the computer and checked out my favorite porn site. I searched for any new mpegs of black chicks doing white guys. No dice.
Around 9am I checked in briefly with a few financial websites and the retards on CNBC and Business News Television to get a feel of what the day may have in store.
The stock I bought yesterday (GXS) at 1.33 (it closed yesterday at 1.97) opened at 1.90 today. Within the first 45 minutes of trading it ran up to around 2.95. I set a stop/loss at 2.33 and left to do some grocery shopping. I catch some lunch at a sandwich joint and head home.
At home I pop in another episode of Veronica Mars and contemplate firing one off to Ms. Mars. One cream soda later I fire up the computer again to see what's happening with my GXS. My stop/loss has been hit. The stock is now at 2.15. Sweet.
I take a nap thinking it'd be pretty rad doggie styling Veronica Mars. I wake up. I check my computer and find GXS moving up. The reason it moved yesterday was because the company drilled and struck coal. They dont know what the quality of the coal is but the deposit appears to be quite large as they struck what they believed to be the same body of coal when they drilled another hole 1.5 kilometers further away. Today the company announced they believe the coal encountered in the drill holes is of the Cretaceous age and the results defining the quality of coal are expected prior to the week's end.
Now, one of either two things will happen. (A) the quality of the coal will be good and with only 17 million shares outstanding, in the company, the stock will more than beef up my bank account. Or (B) the quality of coal will be poor and the stock will drop quickly well below $1. Because of some success I've had previously, I think I can afford the risk. I buy back in at 2.40 and will wait until the results are announced.
Between 4:30 and 5:30 pm I excersize.
6:00, I google "Cretaceous Age and coal" hoping to get an indication of what the quality of coal may be that GXS found. After 5 minutes I lose interest and go back and visit my favorite porn site. Still, no new black chick on white guy mpegs.
7:30 I watch the Raps outhink themselves and lose to Orlando. Really, is there any reason we have to 2ble team fucking Rashad Lewis and Hedo Turkoglou every fucking time down the court? We're way more athletic than they are. We should have handled them one-on-one and TJ Ford and Calderon should have eaten Jameer Nelson's lunch but unfortunately, it didn't go down that way.
Now, getting ready to watch Kobe ass fuck the Nuggets.
(By mentioning GXS here I'm almost positive I've jinxed myself and the stock. The stock may go to zero tomorrow and I'll be forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to make ends meet).
Sunday, April 27, 2008
dont call it a comeback
Hey.
Been kinda out of the loop for a while. Hope everyone is doing well. I'm okay. Still trading. Still working a few days a week at the pharmacy. HotBlackChick is long gone. So is any ambition and desire to look for a real job or a real relationship.
I've been pretty much living the life of a recluse lately. If it wasn't for the few days at work my social interactions would amount to zero. And even then, most of the people I talk to at work are the junkies that try to shoplift powdered baby formula to mix their crack with.
I guess the closest thing I have to a relationship right now is with the diminutive but spunky Veronica Mars. I make sure and catch up with her at least once a day, while I work the treadmill at home. Other than that and the crackheads - zero social interaction. Pretty soon I'm pretty sure I'll lose or forget the ability to communicate in a socially acceptable manner. I'll just be all grunts and crotch grabbing. Although in all fairness, I think crotch grabbing is highly underestimated and underappreciated as a means of expression.
Been kinda out of the loop for a while. Hope everyone is doing well. I'm okay. Still trading. Still working a few days a week at the pharmacy. HotBlackChick is long gone. So is any ambition and desire to look for a real job or a real relationship.
I've been pretty much living the life of a recluse lately. If it wasn't for the few days at work my social interactions would amount to zero. And even then, most of the people I talk to at work are the junkies that try to shoplift powdered baby formula to mix their crack with.
I guess the closest thing I have to a relationship right now is with the diminutive but spunky Veronica Mars. I make sure and catch up with her at least once a day, while I work the treadmill at home. Other than that and the crackheads - zero social interaction. Pretty soon I'm pretty sure I'll lose or forget the ability to communicate in a socially acceptable manner. I'll just be all grunts and crotch grabbing. Although in all fairness, I think crotch grabbing is highly underestimated and underappreciated as a means of expression.
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