I'm trying out a new social media agglomerating site called FriendFeed. It looks like it's got all the features of Twitter, Facebook, various blogging portals, plus a lot of other functionality similar to all those things like favoriting books, movies, things to do, places to go, people to see, etc.

You can find me over there at friendfeed.com/greatscott. It looks like it's pretty interesting. Maybe this is just spam to you, but I hope it's not.

Since I started this thing many years ago to talk about my journey through Scrabble, I figured it might actually do some good to talk about what I've been up to these past few weeks.

So I helped direct a tournament in March. This is the third year we've run the Princeton Scrabble Classic, and generally, I think it seemed to go well. We typically run it the last weekend of March, and this year was no exception. So Friday started off with me helping to set off the fire alarm! Hey, I didn't know that door was alarmed, nor did I know that our early bird would be held in a room different from where we were last year. Oops. In any case, the whole thing went off really well, we gave away a bunch of money, and life was good.

In between the end of the early bird and the beginning of the main event, edhorch made his customary run (read, "He did it last year and was nice enough to do it again this year") to PF Chang's to keep the directors and certain spouses well-fed for the evening festivities. The evening started off just fine with the usual problems due to folks not showing up or staying to play.

From the director's side, I have a thing or two to say about this. If you're planning on playing in a tournament, tell the director. Conversely, if you've previously said you were playing in a tournament and have decided not to, tell the director. A corollary to this is that if you've asked the director to play up, and he/she says no, approaching one of the other co-directors and asking them if you can play up will generally end in a response of "Not just no, but hell no." If your rating is too low to qualify you for a division, and you're not first in line to move up if someone above you drops out, you will not be asked first if you wish to move up. Further, if your rating is too low to qualify you for a division, and you're not first in line to move up if someone above you drops out, and this would upset you if you don't get your way, don't bother to sign up. Directors don't appreciate this sort of whinging, and it only gets you on their bad side.

Most of the above happened to us in between the time the early bird ended and the main event began.

The main event ran smoothly from Friday night through early Sunday morning ... right up to the point where we suffered a complete and catastrophic data loss.

Absolutely unrecoverable.

No backup.

Wow, did we learn a lesson on that one! Always back up your tournament data at the end of each day or session, preferably twice. So after providing color and standings to CGP on a fairly timely manner, I spent the first hour and half of Sunday morning furiously typing and recreating all the data - thank god for paper copies! - and by the middle of round 12, all was fine. Still, there was a moment or two of sheer panic there. We made it through the remainder of the tournament with no problem.

As a club director, I was very proud to see 3 of my club members win divisions in the main event: sr_orangepants in division 4, Paul in division 3, and Sam in division 1. Sam's rise in particular has been quite gratifying because he and I started out playing at just about the same time in 2001, and as he's grown up - what else does one do at age 8? - he's become a great young man and a Scrabble expert. I'm very proud of him, Paul, and Jason for doing our club proud this year.

Next time: how about you Scott? Don't you play this game?

Tune in next time to find out more!

Stolen from the usual suspects...

( If it's meme, it's got to be good. )

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Is it lunchtime yet?

Monday and Tuesday morning, we had awesome sunrises. When I was driving to work, I drove over the little rise (the one where the gas station is that I will never go to because they won't take my Where's George bills), and I got hammered by the sun glare. Monday morning was a brilliant yellow, and yesterday was a wonderful ruddy orange. It was the old "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning" writ large.

This morning, and now, it's pouring rain. Yuck.

So let's back up a few weeks...

My lovely wife, who never updates her blog, heard a few weeks ago about an upcoming performance by Christine Lavin at a church not too far from here. Ms. Lavin, well, she's a singer. I don't feel like I want to just classify her as a folk singer, though her music does tend toward the folksy side. Nor does she exclusively do parody, a la Weird Al Yankovic. My opinion is that her music lies somewhere in the middle. But I enjoyed what I've heard of her work with the Four Bitchin' Babes when The Wife played it for me, so I was up for the date.

Making things even better were two things. First, Valentine's Day was the day of the concert, and that was a convenient pseudo-present of sorts. Normally, on holidays like this, she'd say, "Let's just have a nice dinner out together," which we do on a regular basis anyway, so this was a nice change of pace. Further, they were having a chocolate celebration for the evening: chocolate cakes, a chocolate fountain, chocolate just about everything except for the coffee, tea, and water. Instant dessert!

So the 14th rolled around, and I got home as early as I could, which surprisingly was before The Wife. We had a long-ish discussion about dinner which kind of made our choice for us: Saladworks in Chatham. Yeah, it's not very romantic, but: 1) it was close to the venue; and 2) it was likely to be un-crowded unlike just about every other single restaurant in the entire universe because of the holiday. After a quick drive, we enjoyed our meals and headed over to the venue. It was a little confusing to get there since it was being held at a church, and there were two churches right next to each other: Roman Catholic and Presbyterian. Naturally, we chose the wrong one, but still ended up there plenty early, paid for tickets and settled in with decent seats - tenth row or so - for a good show.

The opening act was Small Potatoes, and if you've seen A Mighty Wind, you probably know the type of performers they were. They were a duo. The man was a 50s-ish guy with a receding hairline and long gray hair tied up in a ponytail; he played guitar. The woman had kind of shoulder-length frizzy hair and dressed in a peasant top and flowing skirt; she sang and played as well. They were just fine.

And then there was chocolate.

And then there was Christine Lavin, who put on a single 90-minute set with a little break in the middle for something I will elaborate on in a moment. Admittedly, she got off on my bad side when she sang the opening line, "I like Hillary, but I voted for Obama," but we got along better after that.

Now for the little break in the middle. Her break in the middle of the show asked for a show of hands for those of us with birthdays in the wasteland between Christmas and New Year's. With my birthday the day after Christmas, I put my hand up and didn't see many others up in front of me. She called upon a woman who wasn't listening who said her birthday was 12/16 and then she got to me ... "Hey, Mr. Clean, there in the middle, what's your birthday?" When I said 12/26, I got a chorus of "Awwwwwwww," from the audience and after hearing from another gentleman with a 12/29 birthday, she invited both of us on stage for a memory quiz about the show so far.

I threw down early and took a lead by answering multiple questions about her song about a 6-foot-long thresher shark that washed on shore in New York last summer that the beachgoers saved by taking back to the water. He pulled even with questions about the Beatles and narrowly beat me to the question worth a bunch of points that gave him the win and the prize package. I put on a good pout for the audience, and she took pity on me and gave me one, too, though I suspect that was the set-up all along. :) The Wife says I hammed it up, and maybe that's true, but I do have a certain enjoyment for performing so there you go.
Afterward, since I'd won all the freebies, we purchased her new album, got her to autograph it, and chatted for a moment or two before heading out into the night.

And that's why "Christine Lavin thinks I look like Mr. Clean" is up on my Google Talk chat bar.

GENERAL

How did you get into the game?
It's all Stefan's fault. No, not key_lime_guy, but rather the guy that wrote the book from which many Scrabblers joined the ranks of tournament players. When I first met Stefan Fatsis at Danbury '02, I had him autograph my copy of Word Freak and take responsibility for that which he created. He got a little chuckle out of it.

I first picked up the book in the local bookstore when it came out in hardcover in 2001, read the first couple of chapters in the store, and bought it that day. And I rarely, if ever, buy books in hardcover - just sayin'. I pounded through the rest of it in a day or so and thought to myself, "Yeah, I can do that." And that started me on my journey.

Why do you play?

When I'm not spending my time blowing things up, I need another outlet to vent my frustrations. It's a nice competitive outlet for me. It keeps the old noggin working and thinking when it might not otherwise be doing so.

TOURNAMENTS

First tournament: Atlantic City, summer 2001, 5-13, -798, 18th of 23 in division 6
Last tournament: Atlantic City, winter 2008, 6-9, -431, 28th of 36 in division 2
Next tournament: Philadelphia, March 2008 or Poughkeepsie, April 2008
Favorite tournament ever: Wow, I honestly don't know what to put down for this one. I have many favorites for many different reasons. I hope this doesn't seem like too much of a cop-out answer. To at least say something, I'll put down Plainview, NY, 2002 (my first win), Atlantic City, summer 2006 (my first multi-day win), and NSC New Orleans 2004 (my first nationals).

GAMES

Favorite game ever: I've got a few of them. 3-point loss turns into a tie after recount at Berlin, NJ, September 2002. Almost beating Amit Chakrabati at club that same year; that's a nice little bit of egoboo*. Beating my first expert at Parsippany, September 2005. The 412-412 tie I had at BAT in 2006. Beating Jack Eichenbaum to make the NAST at Essex Junction, VT, this past November.

Most excruciating game ever: The game I played against a player who shall be named "Dragon Breath" because of his extreme halitosis at BAT a couple of years ago. Whenever he sighed, I got a good blast. The good news was that I won the game.

Highest scoring game: Club: 599 against Rae Higgins. Tournament: 572 against Dave Cullen at Atlantic City, January 2005.

OPPONENTS

First tourney opponent: Debbie Avins. That was a loss.
Most common opponent: Stan Williams. 14-7 against him, and just about every game between us is a good one, unlike this past Atlantic City tournament when he walloped me by 200 points.
Most feared opponent: Believe it or not, Mike Sherman. The man's umpty-ump years old, fathered two expert level Scrabble players, and in every game we've played, I could never touch him. He's got a subtle intimidation field around him when I've played him.
Your Scrabble daddy: I'm a nice 1-7, giving away 63 rating points to Mad Palazzo. Darn those Canadians. ;)
Whose daddy are you? I'm a nice 5-2 against Winter Zxqkj; he's given me 55 points.

Five opponents you like to play:
1) The aforementioned Stan Williams.
2) Yoli Ushry. I miss her now that she's moved to Atlanta.
3) Marty Fialkow.
4) Anita Rackham. It's a Canadian thing. :)
5) Verna Richards Berg.

Five opponents you don't like to play:
In order to not hurt anyone's feelings, I'm going to generalize.
1) People with "Dragon Breath". Thankfully, it's only been the one guy, but use a toothbrush, people!
2) People who disrespect your equipment, mainly by moving it about when it shouldn't be moved.
3) People who use the tips of their pens to touch the faces of your tiles.
4) People who are discourteous. I always offer a hand to shake both before and after a game. Being sportsmanlike is something I try to engender. It's not a bad thing.
5) Cheaters. 'Nuff said.

Five opponents you'd like to play but haven't yet:
1) Robin Pollock Daniel
2) Brian Cappelletto
3) Marlon Hill
4) Mike Sherman's son, you know, the former world champion. I think his name's Joel. :)
5) Jason Katz-Brown. We MIT'ers have to stick together. ;)

You are in the finals in D1 for the 2016 National Scrabble Championship. Who is sitting across from you?

The person who'll lose to me in a best of five match and hopefully someone who I can have fun with while beating them.

WORDS

Five words you hope you get to play someday:

1) MMSUUUU
2) AVYYZZZ
3) DDIIIOO
4) ZZZ
5) HHMRSTY

That's all for now.

By the way, I'm still around. :)

So I'm here in Maryland on business and have been since Thursday night because our contractor insisted that we not waste any available testing time. We did manage to get one phase of our testing done on Friday, and that was a good thing, but I think we could've just started on Monday - today - with little to no loss of time.

The good news to come out of this was being able to visit my Mom and Dad who live not all that far from where we do work down here. I hung out with them for a while, took them out for dinner, and drove back across the Bay. During the day, though, I was starting to feel a little off. Nothing really crazy, but just off a little.

Yesterday morning, though ... the flu crashed over me. My body ached. No energy. I was a wreck. I wanted to curl up and die. It was a bad scene.

And there I was. Away from home. In a hotel room. Sick as a dog.

Once I was able to get back in the room - after it was finally cleaned - I napped for several hours (yay!), watched a little TV, and went to sleep. It wasn't the best sleep, but I did get some.

This morning hasn't been too bad. I still don't feel 100%, but I feel like I can actually go to the test site and work. Yesterday, not so much.

So that's where we stand this morning.

In the light of day, well ... the car's still got problems. The hood's pushed in for certain and the passenger side turn signal's been popped out and is dangling by its wires. The woman who backed into her has already talked to her insurance people and called us this morning. We're waiting to hear from the insurance folks now.

Other than that, things are about the same, though I seem like I've got a little more energy than I did yesterday. I feel like I'm running around 60% of normal or so. Definitely still on a down-tick, but better than yesterday. I might even feel like having a coffee at the bookstore later; we'll see. Still somewhat congested, but I'm throwing echinacea, zinc, and Airborne at this thing, and I seem to be doing OK. No fever or anything either. *knock wood*

41 years, 4 hours, and some odd minutes ago, I emerged into the world. I've had 41 birthdays since then, and some of them have been fine, and some of them have sucked. This one has tended toward the suck end of things and probably ranks toward the bottom.

The day itself was pretty much OK, but fairly well dampened by this cold I've picked up. Christmas Eve, I felt fine, but yesterday evening, I started blowing my nose, and my one nostril has clogged up, and it seems determined to lower my energy level. I've been running at about 50% or a little better all day. I've just felt run down and blah.

We got out of the apartment with the hope of making the 1:40 showing of Charlie Wilson's War, but the diner waitress we had was exceptionally slow, so by the time we got out of there, the movie was 15 minutes in. Needless to say, we gave up and ran some errands. About the only good thing today besides getting a couple of hot meals was our stop at the post office, where we found out that the second birthday gift we had for my brother-in-law had finally come through, and that was quickly sent out to him.

After an hour or so at home, I gathered my strength, and we headed out for the 4:20 showing of the movie. Now, mind you, I've read the book, and Sorkin's telling of the story summarizes things pretty well, but emphasizes only the wild and funny coincidences of the story without providing a lot of the meat behind it. For 97 minutes, it wasn't bad, but I'd expected a lot more from the movie.

I'd hoped to go to the bookstore with my wife to hang out and relax while she knitted with her Knit Club friends, but my energy was on the wane, so we went home, and I dropped her off at her car, so she could head out, and I'd lie low at home. I called my family to let them know I'd heard their message from earlier, and we chatted for a couple of minutes. After the phone call, I sent my wife a text message asking her to call when she got there safely and had just plugged my phone in to charge when she pulled back into the parking space she'd vacated less than 20 minutes earlier.

She had gotten into an accident on the way there and never made it.

She's fine, and it wasn't serious, but still! She was traveling behind an SUV, and a car was backing out a couple of car lengths in front of them. The SUV shifted into reverse and backed right into her before she could even complete the thought about how close it was getting. They exchanged information, and we hope to hear from her and her insurance company tomorrow morning.

The rest of the evening's been spent resting up and recovering: me and my nasal passages *honk*, and my wife and her frazzled nerves. It's been a heck of a day. Honestly, I can't wait for it to be over.

We survived the drive up here last night. We got out of town sometime around 1:30 after having a nice brunch at the diner. The drive up was fairly uneventful. We only made a couple of quick stops, one for the bathroom and one for a caffeine break. We pulled into Northampton just about 6:00. It was dark, but most everything was on interstates. Props to the Eisenhower administration for making the drive an easy one. We were able to pass the time with a few podcasts: the first 3 episodes of Search Engine and a couple of episodes of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me from May.

We stayed at the Hampton Inn in Hadley, MA, where we met a very nice young woman who was quite pleasant and helpful. More on that to follow, but we were checked in quickly and efficiently and hooked up to the room's wireless to allow me to George some bills prior to going out to dinner. While I was Georging, we watched the end of the Cowboys-Giants game, which was a big disappointment to us. The Giants really blew it and their chances to win the NFC East last night IMHO.

When the game was over and I'd stamped enough bills, we went down to the front desk where our nice young receptionist was able to successfully direct us to the Northampton Brewery. Jen had her wish for good beer on, and I'm always up for pub food, so it seemed a good choice.

Oh yes, quite a good choice. I was quite pleased with my black bean dip and roast beef sandwich. The dip included chips that didn't break for the most part when dipped into the mixture of beans, cheese, and sour cream, and the sandwich was one of the best roast beef sandwiches I've had. Rare roast beef, Vermont cheddar, lettuce, tomato, an onion ring, and horseradish spread on a fresh-baked bun. *drool* And did I mention the sweet potato fries? To. Die. For. Yum! Jen's akara was good, but bland without the aioli, but her pulled pork, mashed potatoes, and applesauce was really good. And the chocolate cake made with real stout was an excellent topper. We were quite full afterward and stumbled back to the room to collapse for the night. I finished stamping bills, and she hogged the computer.

We were up between 8:00 and 9:00 this morning and made it out around 10:30 to head for Sylvester's, where we had a most excellent breakfast seven years ago when we were here last. My Norwottuck Rail Trail Omelet was quite good, though the sunflower oat toast was pretty bland without jam (and probably needed more butter, as well). Jen's pear and cheddar omelet seemed like a good idea, but eating through the rosemary sprigs was a little much. The coffee was strong, hot, and plentiful. I particularly enjoyed the mugs: Sylvester's of Northampton, where the coffee is strong and so are the women. Heh. If only you knew.

My next stop was to drop Jen off at Webs, the brick and mortar part of yarn.com because she needed to get her yarn geek on. The text message I received from her was "OMG teh yarnz!" so I think she's pleased. I gassed up at the local shell station -- $3.04/gallon, ouch! -- and made my way over to Woodstar Cafe, which surprisingly doesn't seem to have a web presence anywhere. However, their decaf is good and plentiful, and their wi-fi is strong. I've got a few hours to kill until Jen's done playing with yarn, so I'm going to take care of computer stuff for a while.

More to follow once we make it to Brattleboro later tonight.

Well, we're here again at Panera tonight to talk about new media in New Jersey. We've been talking about Stonehenge, the CBC and their show, Search Engine, which talks about the Internet's impact on social interaction, the One Laptop Per Child project, and booksherpa's latest obsession, Ravelry, a very popular knitting web site.

More to follow later, I'm sure.

I'm only here for a couple of days, but I'm here. Almost with no connectivity; just spent an hour futzing with the wireless on my computer and getting a wireless bridge from the front desk. The bridge is making things work now, but no guarantees. There are wires all over the place, but I'm online and browsing.

The trip was pretty uneventful. I had an unexpected trip to work because in my scatterbrained mind I had everything when I left on Friday only to discover I had no itinerary, no slides, no charts, no schedule, nothing. Oops! So it was back to work this morning, back home to pack, grab the limo, and off to the airport. The flight was fine, picked up everything with no problem, got my rental car, and began driving. The drive was a little longer than usual -- it's 696, not 96, dummy! -- but still made it here to the hotel with no problem.

Beyond that, I've got nothing. Monkey suit tomorrow, home Wednesday. Cya!

Really short because I need to go to bed, go to work tomorrow, come home, grab a limo, go to the airport, and fly to Detroit.

Won the first 6, lost the last one, lost on spread to the winner. He outdrew me and nearly stuck me with the Q, so losing by 50, not all that bad. Also took home $80; did I forget to mention the money that went with second place? :) Likely a 40-point ratings gain or thereabouts.

Sleep beckons; good night!

Good news: getting a free breakfast!

( Bad news cut for the squeamish, I mean it )

It's really difficult to know where to begin with a topic like this that comes around every year. It seems like my generation has two really big canonical questions attached to it: "Where were you when the Challenger exploded?" and "Where were you on 9/11?" Depending on how old you are -- and I am -- you might even add "Where were you when Reagan was shot?" to the list.

That being said, 9/11 rouses such varied and disparate emotions that it can be difficult to talk about it. Happily, I don't have to spend much time dwelling on all of it. I didn't know anyone directly involved who was injured or killed, or worked at Ground Zero, the Pentagon, or in Shanksville, PA, as a first responder or rescuer. In the six degrees sense -- it's said that you can connect yourself to anyone in the world via six degrees of separation -- I know someone who worked with someone on one of the planes that were hijacked on 9/11. I know someone who would've been in the Twin Towers had he arrived at work a few minutes off from when he did. I work with a couple of people who've been to Southwest Asia and back since 9/11, serving their country.

The enormity of it all can get to you sometimes, if you let it. Days of remembrance such as this are the times when it strikes most. I must admit that the memories of that day have faded for me. I know where I was: here at my desk at work, albeit in a different building. I watched all the coverage I could. I went home that day with a heavy heart. I cried with my wife at home and at church the following Sunday with friends. I saw the smoke rising in the distance as I traveled east on I-80 on the most crystal clear of days ... a day that had dawned with promise, but with the sun setting on a world forever changed by a group radical Islamists, armed with box cutters and knives, and with murder in their hearts.

I keep a collection of lists, quotations, and stuff in a notebook that I carry around with me. One of the quotes I wrote down last year came from a possibly-recognizable source: "The ruling to kill the Americans and their allies - civilians and military - is an individual duty for every Muslim who can do it in any country in which it is possible to do it." You may have seen him on some videos in the news the past couple of days. Apparently Grecian Formula 13 has made it to whatever cave that guy is hanging out in.

Another came from the guy in South Jersey who turned in the Fort Dix Six, another group of Islamic radicals who were going to shoot up the Army base down there. He said, "You don't wake up and wonder, `Hey, I wonder if I can wake up and change history.'"

The thing is, we can all change history if we try. Everything we do affects everyone else on this rock of a planet whether we know it or not. It's often been said that the flap of a butterfly's wings thousands of miles away will cause a storm somewhere else. Whoever you are, wherever you are, extend the hand of friendship to your neighbors and be excellent to each other. Thank your soldiers, policemen, firemen, and paramedics for their service; the butt they save may be your own. Kiss your spouses and partners and be thankful they're there. And call your parents, OK? They probably wouldn't mind hearing from you.

Peace.

The Good:

1) Big win against Joe Petree in round 2, 449-318. Three bingos to his none, both blanks, all four S's.

2) Beating the #10 seed in round 10, 380-368.

3) 449-465 loss to Adam Bohnsack in round 16. A great game, despite the loss.

4) 528-244 win over Dan Milton in round 18 to get my spread positive again. His challenge of UNTWINING opened the floodgates for me.

5) Drawing the challenge from Judy Horn on my REIFIERS in round 23.

6) Finding TEAZELED and JUNGLIER against Stu Goldman in round 26.

7) Four-bingo game for me against Anne Hay in round 27.

8) Winning the last game against Frank Lee to go out on a high note.

The Bad:

1) A consonant or two in my last rack in round 5 vs. Stan Williams would have flipped the result from its 390-398 loss for me.

2) Playing ARIOSES* against Mason Shambach in round 8 in a 410-422 loss.

3) Holding STHENIAL*, but letting it go against Marian Capalbi in round 15, leading to another loss.

4) Challenging REBOILED against Chani Katz in round 20.

5) Trying OUTHATE* against Jeff Myers in round 24. If OUTLOVE is good, why isn't OUTHATE*?

6) Probably the worst play of the tournament for me: round 26 vs. Stu Goldman. I play QI N1 for 32; he plays IMMY O1 for 83. Lost 404-414.

7) Playing DOCILEST* and holding and letting go REROBING* against Dee Jackson in round 28.

The Ugly:

1) Playing 3 people local to me at home on the first day.

2) The recount in round 11 vs. Elaine Glowniak turned a tie into a 350-351 loss, beginning a 6-game losing streak.

3) 0-3, -430 Sunday afternoon in rounds 12 through 14.

4) 0-2, -300 Wednesday morning in rounds 29 and 30.

The easy part of the reporting about the tournament. :)

1: SINUATE/RETRACES, ENGENDER
2: REMOUNT, AERATES, HOMERING/--
3: --/NESTLED
4: OUTSEEN/LAUGHED, PERSONAL
5: SQUANDER/MUSTIEST, PORTABLE
6: BUSTLES, CALORIES/DUELERS, ADJOINT, MARLINS
7: MOTIONS, FUMIGATE/TANAGERS
8: STEALER, LUNATICS/TINDERS, HOOTERS
9: ALIENORS, REROUTED/ --
10: PETROLS/CHAINERS
11: --/SOAKING
12: --/HOOTERS, SAVORER, INDITES
13: UNEARNED/ANERGIC, CREASERS
14: RETSINAS/ EMACIATE, INDENTS
15: AUREOLA/STHENIAL*
16: INDICTER, FLOATER, RETRAINS/COUTHIE, OUTFOOLS
17: OUTRAGE/--
18: UNTWINING, ARTISTS/--
19: --/LEDGERS
20: TASTING/REELECTS, REBOILED
21: PUMICES/--
22: CANAPES/CLEARING
23: SALTERS, REIFIERS/--
24: --/TAILGATE, RESIDUA, MORIONS
25: STOMPING/TROUBLED
26: TEAZELED, JUNGLIER/HARPIST
27: OUTRAGE, INSANELY, SECTIONS, OVERTIRE/MANACLED, ACARIDS
28: --/REROBING*
29: LIONISES, SERIATE/DUNKERS, DEFRAYER, ARCSINE
30: --/GHOSTED, ESTRONES
31: SOLVENT/ATONIES