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Metallica is scary..

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So, Saturday the people across the road and their kids spent two hours out on their front lawn playing sport of some kind, and along with it went two solid hours of constant yelling, screaming, shouting, crying, and various other annoying noises. I’m not joking when I say solid, they did not shut up once, and it was so loud I think the kids must have hurt their throats.

Apparently not, because on Sunday they were back for two hours more. And I was actually trying to sleep at the time, because I’d woken up with a headache from hell and spent the rest of the day trying to get rid of it by sleeping it off.

You can bet two hours of them yelling and screaming did not go down well with me. They’re lucky I didn’t go out there in my sleeping attire and do some yelling and screaming of my own.

Monday, the school bus got home, and within one minute the kids started yelling and screaming. Within ten minutes the whole family plus some extra random kids from around the neighborhood were out there. I still had a dull version of the headache from the day before, and tried to drown them out with a movie. One hour and forty minutes later, I snapped.

I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed the Metallica DVD that we have. I took it into the big lounge with the big stereo system (that I never turn up over 25) and loaded it in there. Enter Sandman. I turned the volume up to 10 and went into the kitchen to get some headache tablets.

When I got back just three minutes later, the subwoofer had danced across the floor all by itself, there’s some vicious drumming in that song, and when I looked out the window, there was nobody to be seen. Probably they all ran inside to read their bibles and hide from the satanic music. I think all the other neighbors were actually thrilled and possibly inspired as to how to get rid of them next time.

Later that evening we were summoned to my parents house, probably 800-1000 metres away. I told my Mum what I’d done, and she said “That was you?” damn, it must have been loud. ;)

And today, thankfully, no screaming people. If they come back, it’ll be Metallica in 10 minutes next time. It’s just so inconsiderate to make so much annoying noise. I rarely make any noise here, the stereo is always at a reasonable level and I go outside to make sure it isn’t too loud that it would annoy anyone.

They only got 5 minutes of how much noise I’m happy to produce on a regular basis if they want to keep it up. Plus if they really upset me, my parents have the subwoofer of champions just down the street which I could borrow. ;)

I really love Metallica, by the way, everything up to St Anger, and I think many of their songs are true classics. It’s even better when you watch the film clips. But the choices are not limited to that. I think a bit of Marilyn Manson might really freak them out. It makes one wonder, what music would I need to play in order to inspire them to move out completely?

Angry Snoskred, move to the beach, music, noise

Stuff.

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This morning we went snorkelling in our usual lovely location. While driving there, right in front of us a red bellied black snake crossed the road. I was pointing and screaming look, it’s a red bellied black snake! They are venomous but also quite timid and very good at hiding. You could walk past one in the bush and not even know it. At Sydney zoo they have about 10 of them together in an enclosure and sometimes the keeper does a talk in there, but he usually brings in snakes in big garbage bins because the likelihood of finding any of the 10 that live in the enclosure is somewhat low. You can walk around the enclosure, looking and looking, and never see a single snake.

After the wonderful snorkelling time, and we saw *squids* which was incredible, I was chasing them around the bay, we went to vote. More snakes, in the form of the people who hand out the election pieces of paper as you try to get into the polling place, were encountered. Including one guy from the greens who got pretty upset that we wouldn’t take his piece of paper, and it almost became a fight when my other half laughingly sneered at what he said to us. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away, fast!

The piece of paper for the other house was *huge*. I have never seen anything that big. It was at least half my height, and probably almost as long as the snake we saw crossing the road. And there were parties on there I’d never heard of, including the horse riding party. What the heck? I pity the poor people who are going to have to unfold all of those, and try to read the votes.

After a morning spent with the fishes, how could I help but vote for the fishing party? The more time I spend snorkelling and watching the fish, the less likely it is I’ll ever be able to go fishing again. But the horse riding party tempted me.. somewhat.. but I had no clue what they stood for, so maybe next time they should try and get the word out there. I will be honest and say I did not choose to fill in every box below the line – I would have been there for hours.

politics, Snakes, snorkelling

One-Eyed.

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Probably you won’t respect me when I admit, I watch The View from time to time. Personally, I can’t stand Rosie for the most part. I think it’s because of her hair, it just really bugs me. A fringe would be a better choice, I think. She has too big a forehead.

On the other hand, I can’t stand Elisabeth’s one-eyed-ness about her political party. It’s been really apparent this week because they have been talking about torture, the torture that has been going on in various places including Afghanistan, Iraq, and that Guantawhatever however you spell it place which I think is in Cuba or something.

Elisabeth seems to think that it’s ok to torture people if it’s going to stop things like 9/11 happening. If people have information which could save people’s lives, then it’s perfectly fine to do very nasty things to them. And of course, cos her party has been in charge while all this is going on, none of it is their fault, they didn’t know, blah blah.

It makes me want to slap her, and clearly it makes Rosie want to slap her as well, so I’m not alone there. But I see it a lot of times – if people take one side, they want to defend everything that one side does all the time. There’s never a perfect political party, and they don’t do everything right all the time. So I think as a person, you have a responsibility to take the side of what *is* right, even if it is opposite to your views or the views of the side you support. And when it comes to elections, you have to do the right thing as far as choose the side which is representing the most right things at that particular election.

But me not being perfect either, in the past I have been holding a grudge when it comes to voting. I’ve been holding it for some years now, and people will probably know how I’ve been voting when I say, I remember 18% interest rates. As in, I have not been voting Labor, and nor am I likely to given their apparent not having a clue. That doesn’t mean I have been voting for the party in power, either though. There are other choices.

And in fact, in one election, I voted but my vote did not count. Somehow the electoral commission fucked me over and got my address wrong, then a few weeks later called me to tell me they were going to fine me for not voting! I was like, you have to be kidding. I voted. And when I went there, they had the right address for me, and you better make my vote count OR ELSE! That was one of the nastiest telephone conversations I ever had, I was swearing at that woman like Butch Driveshaft. Still to this day I don’t know how they messed it up but apparently they gave me the wrong voting slip or something because I did a postal vote.

This weekend we have an election. I’m really leaning towards a great party. It’s called The Fishing Party. They say something that I really, truly believe in –

The Fishing Party is opposed to the massive export of our natural resources while the general public is forced to endure inferior imported products because international demand has forced the prices of our own seafood beyond the reach of the average Australian.

Yeah, I can get behind that. :)

Hey, didn’t I say I wasn’t going to post about politics here?

politics

Labor Incredibly Stupid.

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I am stunned. Amazed. Incredibly speechless, so it’s lucky I can still type, hey.

With rents in this country going through the roof and the possibility of another interest rate rise, Labor have today announced a very *important* policy on how they’d like to waste some serious money.

FEDERAL Labor has promised to lavish $4.7 billion on what it described as a national broadband network in concert with the private sector.

This is why they are not in power, people who want to see an end to the Howard Government. Because, in an age when people are paying out huge amounts of money to landlords and cannot afford to buy their own homes, clearly it is majorly important that they be able to access the internet at faster speed. They won’t have anywhere to live, and all their computers will get rained on, and stuff, but thank God they will still have access to Pr0n and be able to download movies faster.

And in order to do this, they’re suddenly in favor of selling off the last of Telstra? Hello? Who the fuck are these people, and how did they get in charge of the Labor party?

They have no hope, again. They will not win, again, not with this kind of shit. And it’s true, the devil you know is vastly better than the devil you don’t who apparently has the priorities of a school kid.

Update January 10 2015

From Wikipedia

The Rudd Government estimated to the capital expenditure of the project initially to be A$43 billion.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

And I thought 4.7 billion was bad!

Think of all the things that money could have been spent on.. :(

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Moments

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I sent the other half out to water the plants while I did some stuff in the kitchen. Maybe 10 minutes later he was knocking on the door, so when I went to see what was going on he pointed out a little bird that was hiding among the pots to me which was not well – it looked injured.

So we have these fantastic volunteer groups in Australia which take in injured wildlife and take care of them, hoping to release them into the wild. While the other half got the bird and put it into a box with a blanket, I got on the phone to find out where to take it.

It’s times like this where I realise I’m not as country as I think I am. First, the directions which were given to me did not even include a street number. It was basically – past the SES, then past some bushy land, then you go over a bridge, and it’s the first white picket fence after the bridge, just before you start to go uphill.

The reason we were sent here was because it was supposedly closer than the other place she was going to give me directions to. I politely did not mention that I once held an injured emu on my lap for 30kms until we could get it to a vet and the place she was telling me to go was way less than that!

A moment for the emu story – we were driving up from Adelaide and about 30kms out of Hay we found a emu sitting in the middle of the road. We actually had a full car loaded with stuff which we were bringing up here because we were moving. The LCD tv was on the back seat covered in a blanket, but the other half and I cared little about grabbing it to wrap the emu in and we picked it up off the road because there were cars around.

She seemed to know we were trying to help her. We didn’t know how injured she was and if it had been badly I don’t know what we would have done but it just looked like a small graze and she seemed to be in shock, and there was no way we were leaving her by the side of the road to die. I was worried that she might have broken a leg. If that was the case they generally don’t try to help them, they just put them down. Emus only have two legs. We knew enough about emus to know it was a she.

So the other half looked at me and said what do we do, and I said well, let’s take it to the vet, there will be a vet in Hay I’m sure. He said, but the car is full, where will we put her? I said, on my lap I guess. He looked at me and said – You know, Emu’s can be really nasty creatures, she might start to peck you. I looked the emu in the eye and it looked back at me, and I said nah, it’ll be fine. I can’t really describe that moment, it’s just that I knew it would be ok.

So I got in the car, he put the emu on my lap, and these aren’t small birds, you guys. This thing would have easily weighed 20kgs, so it was heavy. She was all wrapped up so it couldn’t try to stand up, and she was resting her neck on my arm and looking at the other half. I had both arms around it to keep it from falling off my lap. Her head was over near the other half, and she was looking around quite calmly, and at one point she put her head on the other half’s shoulder.

We dropped her off at the vet in Hay, and called back a week later, the emu was going well and back on her feet, they knew who owned her because she was from an emu farm, and she was going back to them soon.

It was a somewhat life changing experience, and I wanted to work with wildlife after that, but so far I haven’t actually done it – I don’t really have the right situation at home because of the two cats. And the animal shelter haven’t got back to me either. I’m going to have to get onto that I think.

So I hope the little bird survives. I don’t know how it got injured but maybe a cat got it. Being a cat owner who has two cats that are indoor only for their safety as well as the wildlife and meaning no offense to anyone reading this, I find it difficult to understand people that can let their loved pets go out – there’s snakes, there’s cars, there’s heaps of dangerous things but worst of all, what of the damage their animals can do to the native wildlife?

I once lost a cat to a snake bite. He crawled all the way home, and he almost made it. For two days we looked everywhere for him, I was very upset, then a housemate discovered him in the long grass, fur matted with grass seeds as he had struggled to get back to us and to safety and that was the moment I decided that future cats would be indoor animals from then on. He was less than 20 metres from the front porch where I had sat calling him and wondering where the heck he could be.

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What not to wear.

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I’m sure many of you heard of todays plane crash in Indonesia.

plane

It’s an unpleasant fact of life that sometimes, planes do fall out of the sky. Which is why anytime I go to get on one, I am constantly amazed at how unprepared people are for the possibility of what might happen. They ignore the safety briefing, don’t even bother to look for the nearest exit, and *worst* of all, wear things which are not appropriate for the occasion.

The reason I mention this is, I just saw footage of the crash scene with a woman clearly injured, trying to walk in heels and a mini-skirt. Not a good idea!

So, a few fashion don’ts for when you next fly..

nottowear1

This outfit will mean you have trouble getting to the exit door, which will mean those behind you might not make it to the door at all. Nice for street-walking (literally perhaps) but no good for flying. Heels will hinder your progress. Put them in the suitcase, don’t wear them in flight.

nottowear2

Pantihose! OH NO! Major plane fashion faux pas! The fibers will melt in a fire and stick to your skin, which is not a good look and certainly would cause a lot of pain. Just say no to pantyhose when flying.

nottowear3

Going on a beach holiday? Save the beach dressing for when you arrive. Wearing something like this on a plane will get you talked about, and more than likely a large percentage of burns to much of your body in the event of a crash. Not a wise choice.

Leave your flip flops in your luggage, because in the *very rare but occasionally it does happen* instance that you have to traverse broken metal and things on fire, your feet will appreciate that you chose to wear a real pair of shoes.

So what should you wear?

Covered, closed, comfortable shoes, preferably leather. I like Doc Martens myself.

Comfortable pants which are easy to move in.

No flammable fabrics – though all fabrics will become flammable in the kinds of fires you will see in planes, some fabrics are more likely to catch fire than others.

Denim jeans (not too tight, don’t restrict your movement) is the better choice.

A long sleeve shirt to protect your arms from burns. Wool is one of the least flammable materials. Cotton is a good choice too.

The idea is, to get out of the plane before you have to deal with the fire. If you are wearing sensible clothes which you can move in, its more likely you’ll be able to manage this task. Knowing where the nearest exits are will also help. But if you are injured and can’t move, wearing clothes that will protect you will be a good idea too.

Anyway, that’s just a few thoughts you might want to consider when next choosing what to wear when you fly.

Save the fashion for the catwalk, put it in your suitcase.

When you fly, dress to survive.

Even though 99.9% of flights make it safely to their destination, if your flight happens to be one where you do need to evacuate, you will appreciate dressing to survive instead of dressing for fashion.

Fashion, life lessons, plane safety, things to remember, what not to do

News..

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I just ordered pizza for dinner and I feel like I got shafted, they charged me $2 extra for anchovies and then asked me if this was allright. Actually, no, it’s not allright, but I want the anchovies, and if you’re not going to give them to me for *free* as should be the way, it was always an optional extra and now you want to make me pay? Grrr.

Why is it that when people are talking about you behind your back, other people feel like it’s the right thing to do to let you know what is being said? This happened to me recently, and now people are trying to make me feel like it’s my fault that I know what was said! My advice to the people talking about me behind my back – get some balls and say it to my face, because it will come to me as a surprise anyway, so if you have something to say either don’t do it, or cut out the middle man and say it directly to me.

It used to be that you would know, when you said something to someone, that is as far as it went. A funny thing happened – some people got everyone to tell them everything that was going on, but what they didn’t realise is when they broke down the walls of confidentiality, they put themselves in a position where people would not keep what *they* said confidential either. And now everyone is just telling each other everything, chat logs are flying in all directions, and no matter how many people you exclude from the chats in your state of panic and drama, they are still coming to me, how’s that for not knowing who you can trust? So if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything, is my advice.

Coming over the next day or few, some info on what art I’m up to lately. I feel the need to focus on that more and more recently, that’s why I’m not around so much.

Angry Snoskred, Annoyed Snoskred, people talking about you

The Idiocy

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You know what I love?

When someone pretends to be all nice to you to your face, and says all the right things, you think they are a friend of yours.. and then you find out the real truth about what they say about you when you’re not around.

I think most scambaiters would tell you this. Don’t take on Snoskred head to head, because you will lose. Especially if you’re not smart with computers. She’s not smart with computers either, not for the most part, but she has a “group of one” as her partner that IS smart with computers.

But me, and my “group of seven”, are not going to roll over, so why don’t you just quit while you’re ahead? Because we’re miles ahead of you. ;) We’ll leave you alone as long as you don’t fuck with us. Fuck with us? You’re fucked before you even start.

This is actually so freaking hilarious and completely sarcastic and ironic, to those who aren’t baiters reading this. There is no group of seven. A sad old man in Queensland who has mental issues and a grudge against some people who run two different websites which (wisely, it turns out) kicked and banned him from their boards, has been going around making threats and saying stupid things. One of the things he said was that there was this group of seven, and he liked to tell people I was one of the group of seven!

Well, I’m not. I was nice to him, a couple of times. I helped him out with a technical thing. When he had run ins with people, I simply gave him some advice when I thought he could use it – as in, stop holding this grudge. It’s no good for you, and it’s no good for them. Why not use your energy more usefully? Build a bridge. Do some work. Learn how to use some of the stuff we have. In fact learn how to use your computer, and stop freaking out and thinking people are hacking into yours all the time. They’re not. They have no interest in your computer, or you. They just want you to stop harassing them.

So back in December, he was going on holidays and he *swore* to me before he left that when he came back, he would have built the bridge, and he wouldn’t be holding the grudge anymore, and he’d be ready to help with some serious work. I’m not kidding, I have a lot of stuff on my plate that needs doing, and I’ll take any help I can get, even if it is someone who doesn’t know how to cut and paste or use a computer, though they’ll have to work that out to do most of the stuff I have that needs doing. Of course, no help came to me as a surprise. What did come to me as a surprise was the news, received just a few days ago, that the little old man was actually still harassing the people he had a grudge with.

So I have a little message for that little old man. Get help. You need it. I’m serious. And keep me out of your conspiracies, because I’ve got serious stuff that needs doing, and I don’t need to waste time on your insane bullshit. Ok? And it’s real adult behaviour to kick someone off your skype contacts. You’re an old man, act like a mature adult, would ya?

In closing, for anyone wondering if the group of seven exists, get it right here from the horse’s mouth – or from my skype chat history.

Little Old Man: 00:12:27 : first part true second as i have said the group of seven do not exist so the second part is false

And here ends the myth of the group of seven. Okie dokie then?

What serious stuff am I doing? At the moment I am baiting over 1,000 love scammers. When they send me a picture, I put it here along with the email they sent. I’m hoping I can put a list of love scammer telephone numbers there, too. In the hope that victims might google that kind of thing and find out it is a scam before they pay any money. Yes little old man, I could have used your help with this. But not now, because now I wouldn’t allow you to cut and paste anything, anywhere. So I’ll have to do it all myself though Sephy will help me, and I have ooh gosh, 814 unread love scam emails which I have to try and go through to drag out the info I need. And that’s not all, not by a long shot.

Annoyed Snoskred, people talking about you, scambaiting

Jedimerc this one’s for you..

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This comment you left a little while ago has stuck with me, and I just can’t stop thinking about it. It’s from a little while ago, about the West Wing.

I didn’t care for the show not because of a speech like this (and I am in the ‘bible belt’), but it felt like NBC was trying to ‘preach’ to the US about politics.

I actually had a skype chat with Anna Falactic about this a day or two after you left it, because frankly it had me completely baffled. And I must say this, because it’s got to come out.. :) nothing personal.

When the US people watch Star Trek, do they feel they are being preached to about the best way to run an intergalactic space ship or whatever the heck it is those guys in funny outfits are doing up there?

When the US people watch Desperate Housewives, do they feel they are being preached to about life in their neighbourhoods and the state of their families and the likelihood their wife will sleep with their gardener?

What if Jed Bartlet was not the President of the United States, but the President of some fictional world power, which ran a four party system? What if it was a futuristic piece, set 100 years from now, where the parties have been abolished completely – or even if the parties remained.

Are people in the US not able to distinguish between fiction and reality in the way the rest of the world is, or are they so entrenched in their camps they cannot even consider watching a tv show that contains some of the better acting seen on tv recently, or is it something else? What if Jed Bartlet had been a republican, would it then have been ok? What would have made it ok and not like preaching?

Having watched a couple of seasons of the show now, I’ll tell you what this show does for your country for people in *my* country. It teaches us about the US political process – something I had a vague knowledge of before, but now know plenty more about. It gets them interested in what is going on politically in your country. I just was flicking around before heading off to bed, and I stumbled across Congress waiting for the state of the union, and –

– even though I cannot stand GW because I think he’s blonde on the inside and he blinks too much at the end of sentences which drives me to distraction and I hate how he talks and his little odd face thing he’s got going on there

– even though I currently have no idea what the state of things are in the US as far as elections and who is going to run etc (though I did hear about Hilary) and the only people in the room I recognised were Hilary, and GW, and GW’s wife, the vice president, Condy and Michael J Fox

– even though I really needed to go to bed, because I was tired and I’d got a lot of shit done and I was only flicking before turning off the tv and going to bed

– even though about 5 minutes into the speech I thought Bartlet is a much more convincing President and maybe if I’m going to sit here I should put on a west wing episode

– even though that thought led me to recall Michael Douglas in The American President and that he was also much more convincing

– even though I would much rather go to the dentist than listen to GW speak, I am not joking about that, ok, I’m serious!

I sat there and watched GW bumble on for almost an hour. A significant portion of that about Iraq which I felt was quite inappropriate as it is supposed to be the state of the *union* and not the rest of the world, right? Maybe 5 minutes he could have got away with, but I know it was at least 15 and possibly 20 minutes. And then I turned up here to blog about it when I really could do with some zzz’s.

If you could get the west wing on Al Jazeera or whatever that middle east tv channel is, you’d suddenly find a lot of people supporting the US. I actually believe that. The show provides one with a respect for what being a President involves, and also with a respect of what the rest of the people do. Those people in the middle east do not realise how things are run, I’m betting.

I could be wrong, the people in the middle east might not care, they might just want their 72 virgins when they die, and probably the terrorist types do, but where you shape public opinion is not with those people, but with the families, who are raising the next generation, and if the parents of those kids have some respect for the political process in the US and how things happen and the office of the President and that he’s not making decisions on things to upset them or hurt them or just out of nowhere but on the advice of many people who are well aware of the situation in their country and what the options are, and that he has to weigh all that up and try to make the best decision not only for his own country but for the *world*..

Where do I stand on the war in Iraq? Many years ago when I was in primary school there was a girl in my class whose parents had somehow managed to escape from Iraq. I was only young but the things she told me she had seen stayed with me and none of them were nice. Then some years later at work I met a customer who had been a camera man in Iraq, and he felt so strongly about the atrocities being committed he and three fellow countrymen secretly went around filming military installations and various other things. They planned to drive to the border and hand the tapes (there were a lot of them) over to the US who were *at* the border at the time (during gulf war 1) and then return home. Things went wrong, they ended up being chased out of the country, they could not return because they would have been killed and they had no idea whether they would ever see their families again. Several members of their families were killed, his wife managed to make it out alive and joined him later.

There’s a lot of places in the world where things are fucked up. Iraq was and still is one of them. They should have done the job properly the first time, I think we can all agree on that. I do not know if it will ever be sorted out or if any of the people there will ever live in peace. I wish that it could be and that was why when they decided to go, I thought it was a good thing. Now, I’m not so sure. There’s no easy answers. Some days, I’m all for let the people in the middle east fight each other until they sort it out, but then I remember my friend in school and the guy who escaped and think of the *people* involved, their hopes and dreams for a happy life, the fact that it’s not likely to happen unless someone steps in and does something.. and all the time I am grateful I was born in this country and not that one. That sounds really bad but it is the truth.

I’m now very tired and probably rambling incoherantly. I will go to bed and think more on this without being sleep deprived. But I still think Martin Sheen or Michael Douglas would be much better as your President.

politics, television shows, The West Wing

Yay I found me an art class.

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I was looking online last night at courses at the TAFE here but none of them interested me and the art one they had seemed to mean you had to have serious talent and a portfolio. Which we know I don’t have.

So, I ended up finding a class, it’s a bit of a drive but that can be fun too, and it starts on the 6th of February. I’m pretty happy with myself right now. I won’t lie to you.

I also sent another mail off to the animal shelter as I had not heard back from them yet, but hopefully it won’t be too much longer. I need to get me out of the house more before I really turn into a hermit.

The Other Half left me with a jobs list today and I did most of them. I’ve been a good girl.

I’ve been experimenting with a halogen lamp trying to get photos the way I want them lately. I have also been taking extreme amounts of shell photos. I really must commit to uploading them all to Flickr soon.

Well I better go do another job before he gets here.. :)

Snoskred Art, volunteer