<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:16.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's blogish thing</title><subtitle type='html'>The results of random electrons firing within the pink matter of one persons skull</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-116961964985004353</id><published>2007-01-23T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:20:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5091/697/1600/649727/jackforumdeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5091/697/320/370524/jackforumdeer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-116961964985004353?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/116961964985004353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=116961964985004353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/116961964985004353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/116961964985004353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-another-test.html' title='yet another test'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-116665118716469416</id><published>2006-12-20T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:46:27.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5091/697/1600/541022/MnazgulB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5091/697/320/599983/MnazgulB.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-116665118716469416?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/116665118716469416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=116665118716469416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/116665118716469416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/116665118716469416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/12/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-115646744084850168</id><published>2006-08-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:57:20.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babagene.net/download/wallpaper/Abstract%2004.jpg"&gt;Is this the face of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-115646744084850168?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/115646744084850168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=115646744084850168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115646744084850168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115646744084850168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/08/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-115354319807522535</id><published>2006-07-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:39:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biblical nonsense</title><content type='html'>Found this rather good site.  If nothing else, a fascinating read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblicalnonsense.com/"&gt;Biblical nonsene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-115354319807522535?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/115354319807522535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=115354319807522535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115354319807522535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115354319807522535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/07/biblical-nonsense.html' title='biblical nonsense'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-115082964735022782</id><published>2006-06-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:54:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best video ever!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeR95MW2-Nc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-115082964735022782?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/115082964735022782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=115082964735022782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115082964735022782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/115082964735022782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-video-ever.html' title='Best video ever!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114901937996489613</id><published>2006-05-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:02:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diesm and reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sullivan-county.com/deism.htm"&gt;Diesm and reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114901937996489613?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114901937996489613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114901937996489613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114901937996489613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114901937996489613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/05/diesm-and-reason.html' title='Diesm and reason'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114870273259749810</id><published>2006-05-26T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:05:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg"&gt;Let's see if this works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114870273259749810?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114870273259749810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114870273259749810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114870273259749810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114870273259749810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/05/test_26.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114810207805988305</id><published>2006-05-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:14:38.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal gear fun</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmYAnIhNSdE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GYCb7PTeHc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114810207805988305?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114810207805988305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114810207805988305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114810207805988305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114810207805988305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/05/metal-gear-fun.html' title='Metal gear fun'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114677273580396376</id><published>2006-05-04T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:58:55.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godless bastard</title><content type='html'>It's always a good idea to get a look at both sides of the coin.  &lt;a href="http://www.godlessbastard.com/SiteMenu.html"&gt;Godless bastard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114677273580396376?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114677273580396376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114677273580396376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114677273580396376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114677273580396376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/05/godless-bastard.html' title='Godless bastard'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114584324310705464</id><published>2006-04-23T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:47:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another website-the origins of christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truthbeknown.com/origins.htm"&gt;The research continues...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114584324310705464?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114584324310705464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114584324310705464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114584324310705464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114584324310705464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-website-origins-of.html' title='Another website-the origins of christianity'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114576897370647575</id><published>2006-04-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:09:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This...is...so...awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg-6A1F15Gg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg-6A1F15Gg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114576897370647575?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114576897370647575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114576897370647575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114576897370647575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114576897370647575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/thisissoawesome.html' title='This...is...so...awesome!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114576673277430093</id><published>2006-04-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:32:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bird gets the bird flu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3K8KvHxh1VI"&gt;Big bird gets the bird flu!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114576673277430093?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114576673277430093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114576673277430093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114576673277430093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114576673277430093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-bird-gets-bird-flu.html' title='Big bird gets the bird flu!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114503959300890409</id><published>2006-04-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:33:13.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Researching the historical jesus is fascinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ffrf.org/about/bybarker/rise.php"&gt;That's why I enjoy these kind of articles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114503959300890409?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114503959300890409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114503959300890409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114503959300890409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114503959300890409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/researching-historical-jesus-is.html' title='Researching the historical jesus is fascinating'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114498838318989042</id><published>2006-04-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:19:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save links</title><content type='html'>I'd better save these links before I forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesusneverexisted.com/"&gt;Did Jesus exist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ofgodandlogic.com/"&gt;Of God and logic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114498838318989042?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114498838318989042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114498838318989042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114498838318989042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114498838318989042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/save-links.html' title='Save links'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114446477354185272</id><published>2006-04-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:52:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Jesus really exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jesusneverexisted.com/"&gt;This site puts up some interesting questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114446477354185272?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114446477354185272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114446477354185272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114446477354185272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114446477354185272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-jesus-really-exist.html' title='Did Jesus really exist?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114417961223158290</id><published>2006-04-04T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:40:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very thought provoking article</title><content type='html'>I think this is one article all christians should read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~slocks/buckner/tough.html"&gt;Linky linky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114417961223158290?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114417961223158290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114417961223158290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114417961223158290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114417961223158290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-thought-provoking-article.html' title='Very thought provoking article'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114296350369758736</id><published>2006-03-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:51:43.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes those on the outside have the best stories</title><content type='html'>I used to be a christian, but no longer am.  That's why I find sites &lt;a href="http://exchristian.net/"&gt;like these&lt;/a&gt; to be so interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114296350369758736?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114296350369758736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114296350369758736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114296350369758736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114296350369758736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-those-on-outside-have-best.html' title='Sometimes those on the outside have the best stories'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114160182910899733</id><published>2006-03-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:37:09.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make yourself into a doll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/boy-doll-maker.php"&gt;Make a digital doll version of yourself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114160182910899733?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114160182910899733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114160182910899733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114160182910899733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114160182910899733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/03/make-yourself-into-doll.html' title='Make yourself into a doll!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114093848593008077</id><published>2006-02-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:22:17.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong spider crab video</title><content type='html'>I just found this rather cool clip of the Spider crab sequence that was re-made for the king kong DVD.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=1jp2VW5QWpk"&gt;Very cool viewing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114093848593008077?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114093848593008077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114093848593008077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114093848593008077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114093848593008077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/02/king-kong-spider-crab-video.html' title='King Kong spider crab video'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-114033598321808821</id><published>2006-02-18T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:59:43.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vader wash n' toilet paper n' burgers</title><content type='html'>Poor Vader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisytmndhasnopointbutdarthvaderisinit.ytmnd.com/"&gt;Washing machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darthtp.ytmnd.com/"&gt;The toilet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darthmadehismind.ytmnd.com/"&gt;Burger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-114033598321808821?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/114033598321808821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=114033598321808821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114033598321808821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/114033598321808821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/02/vader-wash-n-toilet-paper-n-burgers.html' title='Vader wash n&apos; toilet paper n&apos; burgers'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113959557963694986</id><published>2006-02-10T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:19:39.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>God, why do I feel so empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth don't I know what's causing this feeling of doom and gloom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you answer me God?  Why won't you answer me when I ask you what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so gloomy?  Why do I feel so gloomy and depressed?  Why do I feel like something awful is going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you answer me God?  Why can't you just tell me what's happening?  Why can't you just give a sign or something?  And why the hell is everything in life suddenly becoming so pointless?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell can't you just tell me what's going on?  I've asked for help, i've asked for guidance, and why can't I figure out what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY GODDAMNIT WHY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113959557963694986?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/113959557963694986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=113959557963694986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113959557963694986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113959557963694986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113842267763274408</id><published>2006-01-27T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:31:17.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A suprisingly good bible site</title><content type='html'>I don't normally go for bible sites, but this one is definitly an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.godstruthfortoday.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113842267763274408?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/113842267763274408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=113842267763274408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113842267763274408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113842267763274408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/01/suprisingly-good-bible-site.html' title='A suprisingly good bible site'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113661895709656783</id><published>2006-01-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:29:17.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why NDE's are different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.near-death.com/experiences/reincarnation04.html"&gt;Here's why a lot of NDE's are different&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.near-death.com/differences.html"&gt;Here is an article explaining the differences between a lot of NDEs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113661895709656783?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/113661895709656783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=113661895709656783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113661895709656783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113661895709656783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-ndes-are-different.html' title='Why NDE&apos;s are different'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113661867003748952</id><published>2006-01-06T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:24:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another amazing encounter with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.near-death.com/andreason.html"&gt;Another moving encounter with God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113661867003748952?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/113661867003748952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=113661867003748952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113661867003748952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113661867003748952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-amazing-encounter-with-god_06.html' title='Another amazing encounter with God'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113593360671375612</id><published>2005-12-30T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:06:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing encounter with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nderf.org/mary_w's_nde.htm"&gt;An incredible encounter with God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113593360671375612?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113558584297214344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113558584297214344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-thought-process-is.html' title='My thought process is...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-113521785148474539</id><published>2005-12-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:17:31.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of my upcoming book.</title><content type='html'>At the moment your species is in a period of great spiritual darkness. You are near the very bottom of the pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, fear has more control over your world then love. You can see its influence everywhere. Simply turn on the evening news to see reports of violence, of hate, of anger. See the reports of armed conflict, of murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the handiwork of fear. Fear has been quite successful in infiltrating almost every area of life. It has found its way into your governments, into your books, and even into your religions, where it does the greatest damage of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, your world is a world of fear. Humanity, as a whole, no longer trusts itself. It's an eat or be eaten world. You have to crush the competition to rise up. You have to fight for food, for land, for money. Humanity, as a whole, does not cooperate anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your societies have become fear based, whether you realize it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear in your governments say that you have to attack others because they might attack you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear in your religions say that change is bad. Change is to be feared, fear says, because it is of the devil. Let's hold on to our doctrines, even if they don't make sense, even if they cause more harm then good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet change is inevitable in your world. If you try to hold onto something, it will inevitably shatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, earth is the world of Satan, because Satan is fear. And judging by the state of the world, fear has done a damn good job at scaring everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear might be affecting you even now, as you read these words. "They are too good to be true!" Fear whispers into your ear. "They are false, because they go against what is written!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humans have the desire to hang on, to not let go, to not let life change. You cannot accept new things easily, if at all, even if it promises a better world and a better life for all. Confronted with such change, you will want to stay with what has been written in your holy books, even if they cause division, fear, hate and uncertainty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desire to hang on and not change is killing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is good news. While the forces of fear have more control at the present time, the overwhelming power of love is becoming more and more obvious to everyone. This love promises a better world, a world where all live in peace and harmony. &lt;br /&gt;Yet fear is hard at work, trying to persuade you that this love is false, that it is fake. "Look!" It says. "In your holy books, it says that God wrote them! If this new thing goes against what God says, then it is of the devil!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not write your holy books. You did. Fear and ego found their way into your holy books, along with my inspired words of love. My words to humanity are words of love, not fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's a coincidence that spirituality is on the rise? Do you think it's a coincidence that many spiritual books are appearing that say you don't have to fear God, that God is love? Do you think that it's a coincidence that near death experiences are happening that show a God of complete and unconditional love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think is behind it all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming more and more obvious to the masses. Ever so slightly, my light is shining through the darkness to the people. My light becomes brighter and brighter each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear is strong. It is seductive, telling you that this love and acceptance for all is false, because it goes against what is written in your holy books. And thanks to fear, so many cannot accept my offers of all-accepting love and forgiveness. They cannot believe it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not their fault. They have been brought up in a culture of fear. If they are religious, then fear has been working on them all their life, slowly and subtly binding them to its grip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, you are all dogs, pets of an abusive master who beats you, mocks you, puts you down and says that you are not worthy. I am the new master, who offers you a loving hand, a warm home, and a loving embrace. You are too afraid to accept my offer. You are so used to being beaten, mocked and put down that you cannot believe that I am genuine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am. I do not waver, I do not make false promises. I simply tell you that I love you, now and forever, and that you can come to me without religion, without holy books. I can guide you through life and bring you much happiness. All you have to do is ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet humanity holds back. It is so used to being a slave to fear that humanity cannot believe that there is a new thing out there, a love that they do not have to fear. Right now, humanity is between these two masters, unable to decide where to go. Fear is strong. Yet I am stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever so slightly, you are edging towards me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue sending ideas, inspiritations, and guides to humanity, showing all of you that you don't have to live in fear anymore. Yet fear is still very strong. Its grip on many is so complete that they will blindly follow a holy book and nothing else, terrified that anything new is the work of the devil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the devil has been with them all along, working them ever so seductively into its grip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are great changes coming in your world. Great and powerful changes. Know that there are many things coming that will kill many, that will destroy much. Holy books often refer to this coming period as the second coming, or the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the second coming: It is the second coming of love, of the Christ consciousness that is within you all. It is not the end of the world. It is simply the end of an age, and the start of a new one, one that is loving, caring, and kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is on its way out. But it is not going down without a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as you read these words, fear will be whispering to you, "These words are from the devil! They are false!" And you might doubt these words and fear them. After all, the majority of you have been brought up to do so. Again, that is fear at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing frightening about me. I am love, and I am light. Perfect love casts out fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your world there is much darkness. This darkness is powerful and it is strong. It can appear to everyone at once, all over the world. It can bind, paralyze and cripple. It mocks, it scorns, it hates. It can drive nations to their knees, it can divide families, spilt up friends and cause hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, for all its power, fear has one enormous weakness. It cannot withstand light, nor can it withstand love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness of fear closes in, one little candle of love can be lit. And this simple little candle has the power to hold all the darkness at bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little light of love can hold back all the fear in the entire world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all candles. Some of you are lit, and others are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is this: How many of you are going to light up? How many of you are going to face up to fear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you want to escape your abusive master?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-113521785148474539?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/113521785148474539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=113521785148474539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113521785148474539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/113521785148474539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/12/preview-of-my-upcoming-book.html' title='Preview of my upcoming book.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112672489751543233</id><published>2005-09-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:08:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer is my friend *giggles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/Piratica/1122935165_uresimg080.JPG" border="0" alt="cancer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Cancer, the funniest sign of the zodiac.&lt;br&gt;You are family-oriented, loyal, lovable, kind,&lt;br&gt;sensitive, intuitive and imaginitive! You are&lt;br&gt;very, very protective of your friends, and you&lt;br&gt;give them great advice! The animal you are most&lt;br&gt;like is, a crab! Crabs are very smart, mabe&lt;br&gt;thats why they have lived for over 500 million&lt;br&gt;years! Crabs have a tough exteriorin which they&lt;br&gt;hide their soft-selfs (just like you and your&lt;br&gt;emotions). And just like the crab, you have two&lt;br&gt;ways to go in life, the hard lifeless shell or&lt;br&gt;the heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your lucky colors are sea green(the color of your&lt;br&gt;home, the sea) and silver(the color of the&lt;br&gt;moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your metal is silver (me:didnt see that one&lt;br&gt;comming*note the sarcasum*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your precious stone is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your lucky day of the week is monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your element is water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the planet you are ruled by is the moon, hey your&lt;br&gt;just like the tides, you know the moon makes&lt;br&gt;the tides go in and out!! Oh well, guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the parts of the body that you rule are  your&lt;br&gt;stomach and breasts(me:stop giggling, he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your true love comes from a scorpio, pisces,&lt;br&gt;taurus, or your own cancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Piratica/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20TRUE%20Astrology%20Sign%3F%20(for%20guys%20and%20girls%20with%20incredibly%20detailed%20answers%20and%20incredible%20pictures%2BREAD%20MEMO%20PLEASE)/"&gt; What is Your TRUE Astrology Sign? 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Fundamentalists of all religions.  You know, the ones who say "Jeusus is the LORD!" and quote endlessly from the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tired of these people.  Heck, i'm getting tired of organized religion in general.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fully convinced that religion is the single greatest obstacle to world peace.  Take &lt;a href="http://www.patrobertson.com/newscommentary/donfeder_mrrobertson.asp"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice something in here?  How about this statement? "The whole Muslim religion" is a “murderous organization” that instructs its followers in hate, terrorism and murder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I think I can substitute "Muslim" with "Christian"  Christianity iandvertently teaches hate of other religions.  Why?  Because Jesus is the LORD and every other religion is apparently an invention of the devil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity has caused millions of deaths in history, via the crusades, the inquisition, fundamentalists, Catholics vs Protestants, etc.  For being a religion of peace and love, Christianity is drenched in blood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a mere coincidence that wherever Muslims settle in significant numbers – or Islam spreads – the death toll mounts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...is it a mere coincidence that whever humans settle in significant numbers - or  religion spreads - the death toll mounts?  Humans of all religions are going to kill each other no matter where they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I agree with in this article.  Number one is that most followers of religion get along fine with thier nieghbors.  That's fine, and is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two is that instituting religious law as the law of the land is a very, very bad idea.  If the words of the bible became the law of the land, then we would kill children who talk back to thier parents, take lots and lots of baths, according to the Leviticus section of the bible, and life would generally be Hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that religious law is insane.  Utterly, completely insane.  Chopping off limbs, branding, all of these belong in the stone age, not in the modern day world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the world would be like if we abandoned religion and instead loved God.  I personally believe that religion is little more then a stepping stone to God.  I love God, and I don't believe in religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in the devil.  I don't believe that Jesus is the savior of humanity.  I don't believe that angels will sound trumphets sounding the end of time, followed by corpses coming out of graves (what about those who were cremated?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While so many people worship Jesus, not many worship his message.  We worship Jesus the man, rather then Jesus the teachings.  In fact, religion is probably more harmful then helpful, and &lt;a href="http://www.near-death.com/experiences/research06.html"&gt;not as important as people think&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a christian, I lived in constant fear.  After abandoning religion and choosing to love God, I no longer live in the fear that plauged me earlier in life.  I think that in regards to religion, we should seek to truely love one another withought merit or requirement.  After all, God gives love freely, withought asking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite article regarding the bible. &lt;a href="http://www.near-death.com/experiences/origen11.html"&gt;Why the bible is not the perfect, true word of God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112559312082842025?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112559312082842025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112559312082842025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112559312082842025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112559312082842025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-getting-really-tired-of-this.html' title='I am getting really tired of this.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112546690258499390</id><published>2005-08-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:41:42.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose there's a first time for everything</title><content type='html'>I had my first real car accident this eveining.  About an hour ago to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes before, I was walking out of work, looking forward to going home, taking a nice shower and reading my new book that I had checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into the car, turned it on and headed out onto the streets.  My favorite radio station was playing "Love can help me know my name."  I felt good.  Close to my spirituality so to speak.  Ahh, there's the stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-minus two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning right I head down the street up to the intersection.  The radio station plays the conversation with the days winner of the "trip a day giveaway".  He's excited about going to Venice, Italy.  A guy jogs across the street.  I start forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-minus one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the small semi-pothole in the road.  Up ahead is another intersection, near a Taco Bell I like to visit.  The radio plays a quick jazzy tune, though which song it is eludes me at the moment.  I get into the left turn lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-minus thirty seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light turns green, but I have to yield to a car coming towards me.  There are three cars that are going to be turning right.  As the car goes past, I look and see that it's safe to go.  So turning the wheel and pressing down on the accelerator, I drive out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me to, "Look right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, and see two headlights coming straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much about the next five seconds.  I think I pressed down on the brakes, but maybe I didint.  I do remember feeling as if an electric shock was going through my body.  It was probably the adrenaline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only two seconds before the car hit me.  I instantly knew that there was no time to stop, no chance to avoid getting hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pickup slams into the front of my Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I felt.  A large WHUMP, and being thrown forward slightly, though the seat belt holds me back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less then a second, it's over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the seat for about ten seconds, trying to gather my nerves.  I can see the guy in the drivers seat in front of me.  He's young, roughly high school age.  It's crazy now, but I notice how much he looks like a friend of mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I get out of the car via the passenger door (the driver's door refuses to open).  I immediatly turn to the driver, who's gotten out of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you all right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh.  "Thank God."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my car.  The hood is crunched, there's a lot of glass all over the place, and the whole thing looks pretty bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll call 911" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy pulls out his cell phone.  "I'll call my mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he calls, I dial 911 on a phone for the first time in my life.  The phone rings for a few tones before a guy's voice picks up.  "911 emergency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, i've just been involved in a car accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is anybody injured?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we're both fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him the intersection.  He tells me that there has already been a call from someone else.  He asks me to stay on the line, and another man comes on.  I repeat how there's been an accident, how both of us are fine, and the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two police cars show up, and I thank the man on the phone.  The three of us (myself, the officer, and the other driver) give our information, what happened, etc.  While we talk, cars occasionally come by, the drivers asking if we're okay.  We say yes.  I feel suprisingly okay, so I say "have a good night!" as they drive off.  I wave too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprsingly, one of the moms from my boy scout troop is next to the taco bell.  She saw the whole thing.  She notices me, and instantly calls out.  I find it interesting that our troop meeting was just last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go over to the sidewalk, where we talk.  She saw the whole thing and called another one of the scout parents to call my house.  My mother is here though, and she saw the whole thing.  The three of us talk for a few minutes.  Eventually, the mom goes on, but I give her a hug.  Best to show appreciation for those who are concerned about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next fourty minutes or so are a blur.  I talked with the other driver and his mom, "I'm terribly sorry about all this!"  They are nice people.  I saw how it's sad that we couldn't meet in more pleasant circumstances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cars get loaded onto the tow trucks, I realize that I won't be able to drive to school tommorow.  A call to two friends confirms that I won't be able to get a ride with them.  Oh well, nothing I can't make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the cars are towed away.  I shake hands with the police officers and thank them for thier help.  I find out that one of them is the father of a scout who left my troop a few months ago.  Talk about interesting coincidences!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, all is well again.  I feel unusually normal.  I feel like i've accepted that this has happened, that there's nothing I can do to change it, and that it's best to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am very intriuged by the feeling.  It was almost as if a voice was speaking to me, even though no real words were spoken.  I think my companion angels were warning me.  Even though there was a collision, I don't blame them at all for not telling me sooner.  Perhaps they told me and gave me enough time to try and stop.  If I had kept going, I might have been hit in the passenger seat, which would not have been as good as the hood getting hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to take a warm shower and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112546690258499390?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112546690258499390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112546690258499390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112546690258499390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112546690258499390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-suppose-theres-first-time-for.html' title='I suppose there&apos;s a first time for everything'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112412586380863105</id><published>2005-08-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:11:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New computers!</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of the fall semester here at Moorpark, and already i'm impressed.  The computer lab at the new library is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every computer user has his or her own cubicle, and there are lots of computers here.  Needless to say, it's an incredibly impressive computer lab, one that makes the previous one look like...well...junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chairs...oh, the chairs are great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112412586380863105?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112412586380863105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112412586380863105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112412586380863105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112412586380863105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-computers.html' title='New computers!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112354910495518584</id><published>2005-08-08T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:58:24.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Just finished (almost) editing a paticularly tough scene for two big movies i'm doing, where I insert myself into the burly brawl fight from the Matrix Reloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's far from perfect.  After all, i'm shooting in an apartment complex with a video camera, not a movie camera on a set where you can adjust everything to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got two shots left to put in, but other then that, it looks, to me, as good as it's going to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also overjoyed that I can now transfer video projects from my computer onto video.  All I had to do was press one little switch on the Canopus transfer box, and presto!  Instant transfer!  Now, to go and show off the two videos I did for my boy scout troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they'll be suprised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112354910495518584?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112354910495518584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112354910495518584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112354910495518584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112354910495518584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112331710347476288</id><published>2005-08-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T01:31:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need more tolerance in the U.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/697/1600/churchsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/697/400/churchsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112331710347476288?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112331710347476288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112331710347476288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112331710347476288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112331710347476288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-need-more-tolerance-in-us.html' title='We need more tolerance in the U.S.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112330115938219553</id><published>2005-08-05T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:05:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are these people?</title><content type='html'>Why do they hate homsexual people enough to show up and protest at a poor man's funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/kmbc/20050805/lo_kmbc/2866367"&gt;News story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just dumb.  I see these people as a bunch of apparently bible-beating fundamentalists who love to talk about sin and hell. They don't understand that homosexuals are just as normal as the rest of us are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a young man who died defending his country be cast into the pits of hell?  Uh, a normal person would say, "No."  What if he was gay?  "Uh, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apprently, these people think "Yes."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""The first sin was being a part of this military. If this young man had a clue and any fear of God, he would have run, and not walked, from this military," said protester Shirley Phelps-Roper. "Who would serve a nation that is godless and has flipped off, defiantly defied, defiantly flipped off, the Lord their God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One protester had an American flag tied to his belt that draped to the ground. He was holding a sign that read, "Thank God For IEDs," which are explosive devices used by insurgents to blow up military convoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protesters said America has ignored the word of God, and those who defend the nation must pay a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the first piece of solid evidence that you have that the young man is currently in hell," Phelps-Roper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soldier is in hell now, you believe?" Mahoney asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," Phelps-Roper said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady, i'm a part of this nation, and I love God.  Why should I fear her?  She loves me, and I love her.  Sounds like your God is the old testamet God.  I pity you.  It appears to me that you have the intelligence of a head of lettuce.  The love of God is apparently not in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our nation is Godless?  Open your eyes Mrs. Phelps-Roper.  Look at all the churches, look at all the mosques, the temples, the crosses.  Look at how many people in this country believe in God.  Look at how many people want peace and security.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people won't be getting supporters any time soon.  Especially the apparently brain dead man with the IED sign.  So now he's applauding people who blow up the men and women who are off protecting his civil rights?  Uh...I don't know about you, but I sense a not-too-bright person here.  And yet...I feel sorry for him, how he feels, and his apparently odd sense of morals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs. Shirley Phelps-Roper does not have my respect at all.  That young man is not in hell simply because he was doing his job and was a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that shock you?  Well, it's true.  God's love is for everyone, regardless of sexual orientation, religion, or faith.  Why would kind, loving God cast a young, gay soldier into hell?  Because he was a "abomination" in God's eye?  I don't think so.  Anyone with common sense should be able to tell that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to the protestors that nobody likes or respects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112330115938219553?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112330115938219553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112330115938219553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112330115938219553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112330115938219553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-are-these-people.html' title='Who are these people?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112313566282100815</id><published>2005-08-03T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:07:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://carriesings.ytmnd.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112313566282100815?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112313566282100815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112313566282100815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112313566282100815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112313566282100815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/08/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112257934382267783</id><published>2005-07-28T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:35:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are now in full blown production mode.</title><content type='html'>I've finally figured out how to use all the features I want from Avid, and now i'm going full blown with copying old projects and making new ones.  It's busy work, but it's great to see the end result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112257934382267783?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112257934382267783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112257934382267783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112257934382267783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112257934382267783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-are-now-in-full-blown.html' title='Things are now in full blown production mode.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112201279633448997</id><published>2005-07-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:13:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I love computers...</title><content type='html'>...and other times I want to chuck them out the window in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point.  The last component of my editing system arrived today, the canopus analog to digital video converter.  It's supposed to be simple, easy transfer to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my computer can't make up it's mind on whether or not the canopus attatched to it really exists.  On one hand, it shows up in the deck configuration box.  But on the capture screen, the computer says "No device avaliable."  In other words, my computer has no idea what to make of this new device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get it going soon.  I'm sure I will, but it'll take time figuring it out.  But at least I got all the footage on for the Joshua tree troop video.  After doing the Pico Blanco summer camp video (which was trimmed to thirty five minutes out of two and a half hours of footage), doing a short fifteen minuteish video is a piece of cake.  Should be finished before Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's hot!  Around 80 degrees on average.  One can get very warm and sweaty by staying in one spot for too long.  Hope the weather cools down soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112201279633448997?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112201279633448997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112201279633448997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112201279633448997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112201279633448997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-love-computers.html' title='Sometimes I love computers...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112174873271488426</id><published>2005-07-18T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:52:12.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking very up</title><content type='html'>The last component of my editing computer has just shipped from Amazon, seven days ahead of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this last componet on it's way, I can finlaly have everything I need to start doing some serious editing adventure!  DVD's of family videos, and my favorite personal projects are all within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is wait for it to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon...soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, college's summer semester ends next tuesday.  I've figured out my schedule for the fall semester, and though it's crammed and busy, it should work out out fine.  After all, there's no math involved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112174873271488426?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112174873271488426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112174873271488426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112174873271488426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112174873271488426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-are-looking-very-up.html' title='Things are looking very up'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112136490735392678</id><published>2005-07-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:15:07.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet, pleasant day.</title><content type='html'>I got a very nice treat today, getting my only class at college canceled for the day.  What a nice suprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked out of the class, humming "The raindrops keep falling on my head."  As I walked, I noticed how the temperature around was exactly the kind I like.  Warm.  Not hot, not cold, just pleasantly warm, with just a slight breeze blowing through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good that when I got to my car in the parking lot, I sat on the trunk, crossed my legs and closed my eyes, listening to the world around me, and feeling the gentle breeze wafting through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were birds sining, a sense of calmness in the air.  There were some cars coming and going, but they were quiet as well.  I quickly lost track of time, sitting there, enjoying the world around me.  When I opened my eyes again, everything was bluish, but my vision quickly returned to normal, and fifteen minutes had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got into the car and started driving home.  And if I couldn't feel more relaxed, my favorite radio station played this delightful piece called "Up and at em", a simple jazzy piece that has the effect of making me peaceful and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a happy day so far.  I can't wait to see what the rest of the day holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112136490735392678?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112136490735392678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112136490735392678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112136490735392678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112136490735392678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/07/quiet-pleasant-day.html' title='A quiet, pleasant day.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112104678202572412</id><published>2005-07-10T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:53:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*starts sweating bullets*</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to figure out what my college workload will be this fall semester.  I've got a lot of choices, but I think in the end i'm going to be taking at least four classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have a large work schedule, and I want to keep going with boy scouts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's only so many hours per week that I can do all this stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying that I might be taking too many classes.  I can see myself buried under thirty feet of paper and homework that needs to be done, plus my boss at work is calling saying that I need to be there in fifteen minutes, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, needed that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm slightly nervous about what's going to happen.  This is going to be an incredibly busy fall semester, that's for certian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Everything will turn out all right in the end.  Life will adjust and adapt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112104678202572412?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112104678202572412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112104678202572412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112104678202572412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112104678202572412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/07/starts-sweating-bullets.html' title='*starts sweating bullets*'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-112016115119833105</id><published>2005-06-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:52:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with Avid</title><content type='html'>Despite having dozens of menus and bins to work with, Avid actually isn't that bad to use.  Once you figure out how to get clips and trim them, it becomes easy and fun to put a project together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the current rate of work, I should be finished with last years summer camp video by the middle of July, if everything goes correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-112016115119833105?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/112016115119833105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=112016115119833105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112016115119833105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/112016115119833105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/working-with-avid.html' title='Working with Avid'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111983281129400951</id><published>2005-06-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:40:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EUREKA!</title><content type='html'>The editing computer finally works!  I can finally do videos!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Runs off and continues working on another scout video*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111983281129400951?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111983281129400951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111983281129400951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111983281129400951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111983281129400951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/eureka.html' title='EUREKA!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111968388289863806</id><published>2005-06-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:18:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big muscles, sharp blades, and Mead!</title><content type='html'>I've finally managed to tear myself away from playing my latest computer game, Rune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it's addictive!  Running around gorgeous enviornments, hacking zombies and goblins to pieces, jumping and outrunning lava...and don't forget about drinking mead!  Those vikings must have had an exciting life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I know what i'm going to be doing for a while.  Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other stuff, we've got some shooting for a project coming up this sunday, I work today from eleven to five, and summer semester at college is in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking over my pervious post, I can see that that place's staff are trying to do what they see as the right thing to do, but I still do not agree with that place, and I still feel sorry for that poor kid.  Hopefully things will change for him soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111968388289863806?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111968388289863806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111968388289863806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111968388289863806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111968388289863806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-muscles-sharp-blades-and-mead.html' title='Big muscles, sharp blades, and Mead!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111920873126797971</id><published>2005-06-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:18:51.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A modern day inquisition</title><content type='html'>http://blog.myspace.com/specialkid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rules of the place this poor kid went too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the worst things i've ever read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Refuge clients and their parents/guardians are required to attend Love in Action¹s host church, Germantown Baptist Church, on Sunday mornings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clients"? I don't think so. Try "Prisoners" And "love in action"? More like "Hate and fear in action" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely no journaling or keeping a diary outside of the MI process unless directed or approved by staff." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Makes you wonder what they do on the inside doesn't it? The things that spring to mind are electro-shock therapy (in the name of Jesus's love of course), sleep deprivation (In Jesus's name of course) and who knows what else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isint a "rehab" camp. It's a gulag. It's a prison. It's a "re-education" camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, this sounds like a modern day version of the spanish inquisition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are those people running that place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to that poor guy. My heart does not go out to his parents. Or the monsters who wrote those rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is religious extrimism taken to...well, the extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for this brainwashing. If the church allows places like these to be run, then i'm glad i'm not a member of any organized religion. It's stories like these that convince me that certian faiths appear to be going downhill, warped and twisted by fanatics, ruining lives like this poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that religion is bad. What's bad is when it's interpreted by fanatic lunatics like the people who run that hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot fathom why some people hate gay people. Why should they? Does God hate Gay people? No.  God loves Gay people, as well as normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is more interested in how we treat each other. If that's the case, then those people running the prison are going to have a fun review of thier life when thier time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if i've offended anyone, but I just had to say what I felt about that horrible place. There is simply no excuse for this kind of place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Total silence time at home begins at 9:00 p.m. Sunday through Thursday. Refuge clients may use this time for resting, but are encouraged to make a habit of using it for a nightly quiet time with God."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people turned against God for being in there. My guess is around 90%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those monsters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111920873126797971?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111920873126797971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111920873126797971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111920873126797971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111920873126797971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/modern-day-inquisition.html' title='A modern day inquisition'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111914122173980249</id><published>2005-06-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:33:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My number one pet peeve</title><content type='html'>I think i've figured out what my number one pet peeve is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not crying babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...barking dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when dogs bark for a long time.  Such as the dog who lives nearby, and can bark up to five hours non-stop.  Makes me want to go up to it, and throw a brick in it's head to make it shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...I think it's because the dog's owners leave the dog alone a lot, and it's probably bored and desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've left two anonymous notes in the house's door handles.  the first one took care of the problem for a week or two.  The one I stuck in yesterday apparently has no affect, because the dog barking woke me up at 7:00 this morning.  I cannot stress how ANNOYING that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111914122173980249?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111914122173980249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111914122173980249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111914122173980249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111914122173980249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-number-one-pet-peeve.html' title='My number one pet peeve'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111898720436551812</id><published>2005-06-16T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:48:11.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I wanted to go to toshi station!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt; href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/Card_LukeSkywalker.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111898720436551812?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111898720436551812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111898720436551812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111898720436551812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111898720436551812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/but-i-wanted-to-go-to-toshi-station.html' title='But I wanted to go to toshi station!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111842980020214651</id><published>2005-06-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:56:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting old aquantances...</title><content type='html'>It's always interesting when you meet up with old aquantiances from high school a year after both of you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the guy who played Wilson in a Great gatsby video that we did for english class in our junior year.  We chatted for a bit, I found out that he's currently going to a nearby college, and he's still interested in joining the armed forces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant chat.  I was doing a shift at the library, and he was hunting for books on phycology in the military.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i'm still hunting for a capture device.  But I can sense that it's getting closer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111842980020214651?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111842980020214651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111842980020214651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111842980020214651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111842980020214651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/meeting-old-aquantances.html' title='Meeting old aquantances...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111829083282609224</id><published>2005-06-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:20:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the computer:  Hunt for the capture device</title><content type='html'>Well, the sound problem appears to have gone away on it's own (thank goodness!).  Now the next step is finding a capture device to hook up my camcorder and VCR to the computer with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all the stuff I have piled in my room, this could take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say it again.  Why do you need a CD to use a capture device?  Why?!  (I lost the CD, and am trying to find it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111829083282609224?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111829083282609224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111829083282609224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111829083282609224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111829083282609224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-of-computer-hunt-for-capture.html' title='War of the computer:  Hunt for the capture device'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111817098053913846</id><published>2005-06-07T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T12:03:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Esctacy and the agony</title><content type='html'>The good news:  My editing software FINALLY arrived after almost a year of pursuing it.  It installed perfectly on my editing computer, meaning that I can finally do videos again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one reason Avid can't dectect any sound blasters.  Uhm, hello Avid, i've got two speakers that work fine.  I checked the computer, and I have a sound blaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this really dumb option that basically says, "We couldn't find any audio sound cards.  However, it may be possible to have poor quality sound.  Do you want to continue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Continue withought sound&lt;br /&gt;2.  Quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what?  Wasn't there supposed to be at least some sound?  Good grief Avid's gone nuts in less then eight hours (It didint bring up anything about sound when I first used it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, for heavens sake, do you need a CD to install capture devices when you already have the blasted things built in?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love computers, other times I want to throw them out the window and smash them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I snapped a thick (3/4th's of an inch) pole.  And it felt GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the continuing drama of getting the blasted editing software to work correctly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a really interesting dream last night.  In a bonus mission for the PC game Ghost Recon, the player has to outrace Jar Jar binks in a race set in a gorgeous valley at sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111817098053913846?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111817098053913846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111817098053913846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111817098053913846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111817098053913846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/esctacy-and-agony.html' title='The Esctacy and the agony'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111786165318967331</id><published>2005-06-03T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:07:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and comforters</title><content type='html'>For some reason, i've gotten into listening to the music of Napoleon Dynamite a lot.  It's disturbingly catchy 80's music really grabs me.  You could say that it's really catchy elevator music.  I find it's rather good typing music.  that is, music you listen to while you write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also fallen in love with a new comforter cover that my parents recently stopped using (in lieu of a new one my dad got while travelling).  So I've started using it, and it's rather dangerous.  Dangerous in the fact that once you get under it, you don't want to get out!  So getting up early in the morning is a very difficult proposition.  It's like the comforter is whispering, "Come on, stay with me.  I'll keep you warm and safe.  Sleep as long as you want under my warm form."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dangerous comforter indeed!  *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111786165318967331?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111786165318967331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111786165318967331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111786165318967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111786165318967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/06/music-and-comforters.html' title='Music and comforters'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111600618403730186</id><published>2005-05-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:43:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!  No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox/action/thematrixthepathofneo/preview_6124072.html?tag=boxcar_all_preview_image"&gt;The Matrix:  Path of Neo first look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math final is in 19 minutes.  Gulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111600618403730186?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111600618403730186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111600618403730186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111600618403730186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111600618403730186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-no.html' title='Yes!  No!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111522562543771414</id><published>2005-05-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:53:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly review</title><content type='html'>So, what all happened in April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finally got the editing computer.  Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Re-arranged my room to fit the new computer in.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Finally began shooting the movies 2 and 3&lt;br /&gt;4.  Started collecting star wars merchendise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, all in all, that it was a good month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111522562543771414?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111522562543771414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111522562543771414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111522562543771414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111522562543771414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/05/monthly-review.html' title='Monthly review'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111454334527271667</id><published>2005-04-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:22:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little room to breathe...</title><content type='html'>Things have slowed down for just a moment in life.  My english teacher has actually stopped giving us new assignments!  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that speech to write for speech class (have until next Monday to do it), and there are eight chapters I need to review for math.  Sounds like a lot, but at the moment things are calm, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps that we sent away for a free version of Avid editing equipment.  Who knows, I might start editing things on my computer by this Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111454334527271667?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111454334527271667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111454334527271667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111454334527271667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111454334527271667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-room-to-breathe.html' title='A little room to breathe...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111437448800756101</id><published>2005-04-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:28:08.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still crunch time</title><content type='html'>Zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitly crunch time here at college!  My english teacher keeps piling on assignment after assignment assignment after assignment assignment after assignment.  It's becoming a pain in the rear end to keep up with it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  At least my new editing computer helps to take some of the stress off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111437448800756101?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111437448800756101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111437448800756101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111437448800756101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111437448800756101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/still-crunch-time.html' title='Still crunch time'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111401057864823990</id><published>2005-04-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:22:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, bad, good, bad....</title><content type='html'>Good and bad things have been happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the good side of things, i've finally gotten an editing computer!  Sweet!  The bad news is that we don't have the editing software yet, but that's coming, so that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i'm really starting to mislike (is that even a word) English class.  My teacher is going a bit nuts in piling on assignment after assignment after assignment.  Not very fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the nervous side of things, i've got an impromptu speech coming up in less then ten minutes.  I get a topic, and I have five minutes to create a three minute speech.  Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111401057864823990?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111401057864823990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111401057864823990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111401057864823990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111401057864823990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-bad-good-bad.html' title='Good, bad, good, bad....'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111342457155622816</id><published>2005-04-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:36:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are definitly coming</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to wonder if my english teacher is going a bit nuts.  For one thing, she keeps pilling on assignment after assignment every day of class.  At the moment, here's the list of english assigments to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bibliography 3 (due tommorow)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bibliography 4&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bibliography 5&lt;br /&gt;4.  Oral report on some thief that nobody cares about from the incredibly boring novel "Silas Marner"&lt;br /&gt;5.  Every day, write down two reports on some aspect of George Elliot's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts wonder why kids are turning away from books and going to video games.  Want to know the answer guys?  It's because you're making kids analyze books to death!  So that we all hate them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have a 175 point persuasive essay to write about gun control that has to last at least six minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think college can be a bit stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111342457155622816?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111342457155622816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111342457155622816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111342457155622816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111342457155622816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/finals-are-definitly-coming.html' title='Finals are definitly coming'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111284710284033905</id><published>2005-04-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:11:42.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend coming up</title><content type='html'>Got a math test tommorow, as well as having to watch more of Shakesphere's Othello (yawn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've currently got four projects for school.  Two speeches for Speech, but those can wait, for they won't happen until May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For English, i've got to write a four page essay on is Othello a victim of Iago, or a hero with a tragic flaw (I choose the later).  I've also got to do bibliography number 3, due two days after the Othello paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the job is going well.  I'm getting a pay check every two weeks, and it's a thrill to have money in my wallet to spend on whatever I want (Next up, the "Ultimate villian" Darth vader figure).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111284710284033905?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111284710284033905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111284710284033905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111284710284033905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111284710284033905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-weekend-coming-up.html' title='Another weekend coming up'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111247169953152108</id><published>2005-04-02T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:54:59.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun...</title><content type='html'>The arrival of Star wars episode 3 merchendise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I this morning?  At my local Target, browsing the selection they had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common joke I said to my fellow shoppers was "Think they have enough?"  All of them agreed.  The shelves in the isle were crammed full of star wars action figures (i'm sure they had close to eighty there), vehicles, water guns, foam guns, the Darth Vader voice changer mask, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchused three figures.  Obi-wan, Darth Vader, and a large General Griveious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was really interesting were the people in that isle, who were deciding what items they were going to purchase.  There was one man, roughly thirty, who was grabbing a lot of figures (he said he was going to sell them on E-bay later).  We chatted while we were browsing the figures, and he discussed how Hasbro specifically set up opening day for figures with carefully planned subterfuge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about a rather interesting incident at a nearby Toys R' Us, where the shop had only a handfull of clone troopers.  They had waited until everyone was in a frenzy, then tossed the figures into a cart and put them in the center of the isle.  After that, it was every shopper for themselves.  If you were not holding a figure, it was gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how people can get worked up over small pieces of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other families there, a guy with a long beard, some kids.  None of us teased each other about adults purchusing action figures, but as I said, "It's Star Wars.  What are you going to do?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, we were just people with a common interest in Star Wars, and we had a desire to aquire merchendise.  It was rather interesting to watch how many people in the store had Star Wars figures in thier shopping carts.  One nice lady got one of those big deluxe packs that allowed you to change Anakin into Darth Vader (at close to $50.00, it's not cheap).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a pleasant shopping experience.  I'm considering buying a large Darth Vader to go with my large General Griveious.  Becaue everyone's got to have a Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt good when leaving the store.  There was a homeless man standing near one of the exits, and I gave him $4.  Simply seeing how gratefull he was made me feel really good.  I wished him the best of luck and then went on my way to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how croweded it's going to be a week from now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111247169953152108?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111247169953152108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111247169953152108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111247169953152108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111247169953152108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111206069103117234</id><published>2005-03-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:47:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ewok extinction!</title><content type='html'>I laughed really loud when reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theforce.net/swtc/holocaust.html"&gt;Well thought out essay on what happened to the ewoks after the second death star exploded.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111206069103117234?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111206069103117234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111206069103117234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111206069103117234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111206069103117234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/ewok-extinction.html' title='The ewok extinction!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111178667426077502</id><published>2005-03-25T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:37:54.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is going just too far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20050325/ap_on_re_us/brain_damaged_woman_arrest"&gt;This news article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, let the poor woman die.  Her husband is next of kin.  He says that his wife did not want to be kept alive on life support.  She's not there.  Her brain has been fried.  Nobody's home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to keep her alive?  So she'll just rot in a hospital for the rest of her long life?  How about...keeping her alive so that they'll be more legal battles for years to come?  Is that what all of her supporters want?  To let her rot and die after who knows how many years of useless life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if (this is a horrible possibility) she's concious about whats happening.  What if she wants to die?  Do you want to be kept alive just so you'll be alive?  That's a horrific way to live.  I don't want to live like that.  Do you?  Do you want to be kept alive for no other reason then to be alive, even if life is a living hell from which death is your only escape?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course many of this womans supporters probably don't think about stupid little issues like "Quality of life".  They probably want her to be alive simply so she's alive, regardless of her quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all her supporters, maybe you should try &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553274325/102-7523763-4211307"&gt;reading this book&lt;/a&gt; to see what it's like to live helpless and be a vegtable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111178667426077502?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111178667426077502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111178667426077502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111178667426077502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111178667426077502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-this-is-going-just-too-far.html' title='Now this is going just too far'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111173736993403733</id><published>2005-03-24T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:56:09.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the irritating Canine</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That irritating dog who lives down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who barks all morning long withought stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who wakes you up at an insane hour for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, sometimes I hate dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tommorow I learn if I have jury duty on Monday or not.  Not a happy thought.  Must nuetralize it with the idea of filming two big projects next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111173736993403733?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111173736993403733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111173736993403733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111173736993403733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111173736993403733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/return-of-irritating-canine.html' title='Return of the irritating Canine'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111121276534884235</id><published>2005-03-18T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:12:45.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very inetersting day</title><content type='html'>Cashed my first paycheck(sweet!), went to a courthouse where I might go for jury duty (the waiting room is sooooo depressing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my car battery died.  We got it started again, drove down and met with a friend.  We decided to go see Constantine, then have dinner together somewhere.  But my car refused to start again, so I drove his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was good, and certinally got one thinking about religion.  We drove down to Del Taco for dinner.  Four tiny tacos (they are tiny!) and some drinks.  Very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to my friends house and attempted to start my car up.  This went on for about half an hour.  I hope the car starts up tommorow, but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about twenty of my twenty seven dollars of fun money in one day.  But the chance to see a movie with a friend, and then have dinner with him, was well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111121276534884235?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111121276534884235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111121276534884235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111121276534884235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111121276534884235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-inetersting-day.html' title='A very inetersting day'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111112451023862891</id><published>2005-03-17T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:41:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day done.  Go to bed.</title><content type='html'>Hulk tired.  Hulk do not so good in English.  But Hulk do well on Math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hulk do 5 hour shift at library.  Hulk get to eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hulk go home.  Hulk eat tasty burger.  Hulk go to meeting.  Hulk go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hulk want to sleep.  Sleeeeppppp.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111112451023862891?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111112451023862891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111112451023862891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111112451023862891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111112451023862891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-done-go-to-bed.html' title='Day done.  Go to bed.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111103546167797953</id><published>2005-03-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T20:57:41.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next few days are going to be mighty busy</title><content type='html'>My gosh, tommorow and Friday are going to be busy.  Tommorow I have a quiz in english (curse you shakespeare!), a test in math, I work the entire afternoon at the library, and then I have to attend a meeting that will probably go on for at least an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday i've probably going to go down to the college I wish to attend to see what one of their programs is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I work all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we're going to go down to a family members house to have dinner and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, right now i'm really tired.  But tommorow is going to be incredibly busy.  Not looking forward to it.  Oh well, at least i'll probably find out when my first paycheck arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens Spring break starts next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111103546167797953?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111103546167797953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111103546167797953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111103546167797953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111103546167797953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/next-few-days-are-going-to-be-mighty.html' title='Next few days are going to be mighty busy'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111082236359707472</id><published>2005-03-14T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:46:03.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Birdie, why?</title><content type='html'>Why, oh irritating little bird, did you have to sing merrily at 3:00 AM in the morning? Aren't you supposed to be asleep? Why do you have to sing during the night? There are some of us out there who don't want to be kept awake for an hour in the night while wishing we had a highly advanced sniper rifle so we could vaporize you and stop your singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, please sing during the day, and not during the night, OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111082236359707472?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111082236359707472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111082236359707472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111082236359707472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111082236359707472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-birdie-why.html' title='Why Birdie, why?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-111064997199547690</id><published>2005-03-12T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:52:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i've caught something</title><content type='html'>My throat's sore, and my ears are clogged up.  But at least my nose isint stuffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library work is still going well.  I now work three days a week, and i'll earn enough to cover all my expenses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently working on a five page english paper.  I like doing the spread-out approach.  Namely, do one page a day until it's done.  It's been working so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still haven't gotten that editing computer yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-111064997199547690?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/111064997199547690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=111064997199547690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111064997199547690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/111064997199547690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-ive-caught-something.html' title='I think i&apos;ve caught something'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110979129088872809</id><published>2005-03-02T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:21:30.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia is a huge drag</title><content type='html'>Boy, did I have a rotten night last night.  For one thing, I coulden't get to sleep!  I go to bed at 9:50.  I go to the bathroom, get a drink, go to bed, read a bit, turn out the lights, and try to drift off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try to drift off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try to drift off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try to drift off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, 11:50 rolls around, and i'm still wide awake.  Not being able to fall asleep is maddening.  At some points you just want to shout in frustration.  I try getting up and getting a drink.  That dosen't help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it's 12:30 in the morning.  I'm still wide awake.  I'm considering getting out of bed to try and clean up my room since i've got nothing to do.  In desperation, I try listening to some Enya music to see if that calms me down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; strange.  I'm lying on my back, my eyes closed and my arms holding the CD player.  Have you ever had that feeling that your limbs are bouncing up and down while you're lying perfectly still?  Or the feeling that your entire body is shifting?  I got that a lot while listening.  At some points it seemed that my arms were upside down and my hands were twisted backwards while holding the CD player.  The feeling is pretty much impossible to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also strange that while I was listening, I couldn't move any part of my body at all.  Oh, I could if I had wanted to, but I was pretty much paralyzed volontarily.  Insomnia apparently does things to your head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently though, the music did the trick.  My last memory of time was around 12:40.  I had a strange dream about my boy scout troop dishonoring America by being on a large boat, and to get our honor back we had to buldoze a cheese shop, but that was really wierd.  Next thing I know, it's 6:40 AM.  I'm too tired to get up at 7:00 (my normal waking hours), so I set my alarm for 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is wonderful isint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110979129088872809?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110979129088872809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110979129088872809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110979129088872809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110979129088872809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/03/insomnia-is-huge-drag.html' title='Insomnia is a huge drag'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110963117888416265</id><published>2005-02-28T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:52:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first shift starts tonight.</title><content type='html'>I've gotten the call saying that i've officially gotten the job at the library, and my first session is tonight.  Hope it goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110963117888416265?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110963117888416265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110963117888416265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110963117888416265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110963117888416265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-shift-starts-tonight.html' title='My first shift starts tonight.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110948647390059573</id><published>2005-02-26T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:41:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the life of a college student.</title><content type='html'>I'm up at 10:30 at night, looking for two online resources for a speech on film editors that's due on tuesday.  I shouldent complain though.  When I get to science...eh, I don't want to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've finally figured out what editing system to use on that ever elusive editing computer.  With any luck, we might actually order it tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110948647390059573?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110948647390059573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110948647390059573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110948647390059573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110948647390059573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/ahh-life-of-college-student.html' title='Ahh, the life of a college student.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110947735253941019</id><published>2005-02-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:10:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this was deleted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_countdown/"&gt;But I guess not.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110947735253941019?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110947735253941019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110947735253941019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110947735253941019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110947735253941019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-thought-this-was-deleted.html' title='I thought this was deleted...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110937795754389378</id><published>2005-02-25T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:32:37.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be the one!</title><content type='html'>Finally, &lt;a href="http://gr.bolt.com/news.htm?news=2"&gt;some slightly new details on the next matrix game&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the jury summons is not until next month.  Phew.  There's hope that maybe I can get out of it.  I sure hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110937795754389378?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110937795754389378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110937795754389378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110937795754389378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110937795754389378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-want-to-be-one.html' title='I want to be the one!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110928077006264503</id><published>2005-02-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:32:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury summons?!  Ahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Just great.  I've gotten my first jury summons today in the mail.  And it happens to take place next week, when i've got to do a speech for speech class, as well as take a chapter test for math.  Of course, our government dosent care about that.  All they care about is demmanding that I show up and threatening me with prison if I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, our wonderful government.  Don't you just love it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110928077006264503?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110928077006264503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110928077006264503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110928077006264503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110928077006264503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/jury-summons-ahhhhh.html' title='Jury summons?!  Ahhhhh!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110893457391402807</id><published>2005-02-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:22:53.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still raining...</title><content type='html'>It's been raining really hard here the past few days.  Not that i'm complaining though.  I love rain, so this is a great period for me.  We're currently in the midst of a four day weekend, thanks to presidents day.  But our computer has been the target of several bugs, viruses, attempted hijacks, etc, so we're being really cautious with the internet right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're about to go and order the dell editing computer, just as soon as we think it's safe enough to log in and start putting out sensitive information.  Hopefully it will happen before tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110893457391402807?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110893457391402807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110893457391402807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110893457391402807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110893457391402807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-still-raining.html' title='It&apos;s still raining...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110887136819146583</id><published>2005-02-19T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:49:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'm addicted to these quizzes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/quiz.php?quiz=48"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/48_Otacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/quiz.php?quiz=48"&gt;What Metal Gear Solid Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com"&gt;Anime&lt;/a&gt;. Done right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110887136819146583?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110887136819146583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110887136819146583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110887136819146583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110887136819146583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-think-im-addicted-to-these-quizzes.html' title='I think i&apos;m addicted to these quizzes...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110887114443493487</id><published>2005-02-19T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:45:44.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I never knew this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105231940lotr47.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Arwen&lt;/b&gt;. You're Arwen Evenstar!  This elven princess may not get in on too much action, but she's always optimistic and hopeful for the future.  She does what she can to help her love, Aragorn, who is off fighting, and is always supportive of him.&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone."  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Arwen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Samwise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gandalf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Aragorn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Frodo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Pippin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Faramir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gollum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eowyn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=1373'&gt;Which LOTR  character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110887093641101184</id><published>2005-02-19T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:42:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Gandalf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106043848Hennet.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sorcerer&lt;/b&gt;. Sorcerers create magic the way a poet creates poems, with inborn talent honed by practice. They have no books, no mentors, no theories-just raw power that they direct at will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sorcerer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Barbarian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Wizard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110887093641101184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110887093641101184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-go-gandalf.html' title='Go Go Gandalf!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110870567160284317</id><published>2005-02-17T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:47:51.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Adios Espanol!</title><content type='html'>At 9:43 PM today, I officially withdrew from Spanish because the college I want to transfer to, does not require a language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starts playing "The raindrops keep falling on my head"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110870567160284317?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110870567160284317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110870567160284317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110870567160284317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110870567160284317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/adios-espanol.html' title='!Adios Espanol!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110853481040378472</id><published>2005-02-15T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:20:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is creepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;LJ Friends Meme by &lt;lj user="coolerq"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.embresponse {font-weight: bolder;}&lt;/style&gt;• You must tell &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt; people about this game.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; is the one that you love.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; is one you like but can't work out.&lt;br /&gt;• You care most about &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; is the one who knows you very well.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; is your lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;You don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt; is the song that matches with &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;It's christmas at ground zero&lt;/span&gt; is the song for &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;The memory of trees&lt;/span&gt; is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.&lt;br /&gt;• and &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Sail away&lt;/span&gt; is the song telling you how you feel about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comclub.org/lj/fsquiz.php"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 75% accurate.  The memory of trees and Sail away are dead on.  Creepy.  I don't know who Stephanie is, I just stuck that in.  And Erika?  Well, I do like her...but I don't know if I love her...And the stuff about John and Adam is...strange.  Not sure if that's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110853481040378472?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110853481040378472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110853481040378472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110853481040378472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110853481040378472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-this-is-creepy.html' title='Now this is creepy...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110853413858737645</id><published>2005-02-15T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:08:58.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there ever any hope for dropping Spanish?</title><content type='html'>My counselor said that I don't have to take spanish to go to my transfer school.  The school's web site says that I need to take a language.  Yet the official paper that I saw specifically stated that the school does not require foregin language.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion reigns.  Hopefully this will all be cleared up after another visit to the counselor.  If I don't have to take spanish, then "The raindrops keep falling on my head" will be playing in my mind the entire day.  If I have to take it...well, lets just say that it won't be the funnest day of college yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i'm happy to see that &lt;a href="http://www.gameinformer.com/News/Story/200502/N05.0214.0944.03359.htm"&gt;a new Matrix game is coming out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110853413858737645?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110853413858737645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110853413858737645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110853413858737645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110853413858737645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-there-ever-any-hope-for-dropping.html' title='Is there ever any hope for dropping Spanish?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110836033768373610</id><published>2005-02-13T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:52:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really not sure where I stand right now</title><content type='html'>Well I have gotten a new job at the local library.  The work at the chinese restaurant is just too infrequent to live off of, so i'll take an extra job.  It'd be nice to get a second income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, things are getting tough in college.  Spanish continues to be my most hated subject, and every college within a hundred mile radius requires a foregin language.  I might go to sign language, but thats no gaurantee.  Sigh.  Maybe i'm just not cut out for learning new langauges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our latest video projects have yet to start up, despite the fact that everyone wants to do them.  Things are just going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my activities as an assistant scoutmaster have started to drop off.  I'm feeling that invisible "bond" between me and scouting beginning to unravel.  I want to do stuff for my troop, but life is busy.  And to top it off, I still havent gotten that damn editing computer yet.  Endless E-mails and questions.  It's been over seven months, and it's still not here yet.  I have two scout videos in limbo that everyone's probably forgotten by now, and that makes me feel terrible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe I can show them at this year's halloween lock-in.  If I ever finish them by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110836033768373610?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110836033768373610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110836033768373610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110836033768373610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110836033768373610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-really-not-sure-where-i-stand-right.html' title='I&apos;m really not sure where I stand right now'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110774174437981051</id><published>2005-02-06T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:02:24.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is about to happen, that has not happened in nine months</title><content type='html'>Namely, i'm working on a video project!  After nine months, the video group (me and some friends) are getting together to do two sequels to a project we did in june.  We start this Friday, and we're all looking forward to it.  Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110774174437981051?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110774174437981051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110774174437981051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110774174437981051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110774174437981051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-is-about-to-happen-that-has.html' title='Something is about to happen, that has not happened in nine months'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110731967802107188</id><published>2005-02-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:47:58.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life got scary, then OK</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I almost ran over a dad and her daughter while driving.  I'd rather not talk about it, because it still gives me shivers when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a big scary spanish test tommorow at college.  Luckily, I think I know all those nasty verbs liker ir, estar, vo, vamos, van, de, etc.  If my luck can hold out, I might get a "C"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110731967802107188?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110731967802107188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110731967802107188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110731967802107188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110731967802107188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-got-scary-then-ok.html' title='Life got scary, then OK'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110711385763933650</id><published>2005-01-30T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:37:37.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105209619rmi intrapersonal.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Intrapersonal&lt;/b&gt;. 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I just got my first one the other night while working at a local chinese resturant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing a simple take out order with rice, beef with brocoli, soup, etc.  Easily prepared.  We got it in the containers and put it in a box.  Soon a couple in thier sixties comes in, takes the food and goes out to the car.  We all exchange "Good nights" and my co-worker and I go back to doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two minutes later I look out the window to see the man coming back, carrying the box.  We go to see whats wrong.  It turns out that the soup is leaking.  I try to catch some with my hand, but quickly stop.  Sweet and sour sauce is VERY hot.  Then the woman comes over, the lower part of her shirt soaked with the sauce.  She also happens to have a not very pleasant expression on her face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she starts going on and on about how this is sad because they are never coming back and how they just moved here and how this was terrible, etc.  I managed to get a wet napkin for her to wipe down the shirt while my co-worker gets a new container and a new box.  I keep apologizing to the woman, who seems more irritated then angry.  Thats understandable, considering that she got a lap-full of hot sauce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foods ready to go again, the bewildered looking husband takes the box, and the two walk away, the lady still complaining.  Inside, a customer who's placing a take out order says "Geez lady, give it a break" (after the door is shut of course).  All four of us (there's another guy in the back of the resturant) get into a chat about leaking containers, how long the resturant has been here, how the food is fantastic.  It's actually interesting how my co-worker and I temporarily forget about being profesional while we chat with customers.  Then life goes on, and no more soup is spilled that night.  But I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another non-related subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any hope getting a new computer?  I've been trying to get one to do video editing since last August, and this morning I just woke up and thought, "I'm sick of this.  I'm getting the Dell."  My mom agreed.  Thank goodness.  Comparing two computers with different specs is terribly frustrating because you can't understand 70% of what's on the spec pages.  Maybe i'll get the computer before the end of next month.  I sure hope so, as i've got two scout films in limbo that I desperatly want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110671431024633749?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110671431024633749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110671431024633749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110671431024633749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110671431024633749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/tales-from-chinese-resturant.html' title='Tales from the Chinese resturant'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110594631820898730</id><published>2005-01-16T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:18:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, life is pretty good at the moment</title><content type='html'>I've got a good job at a chinese resturaunt (note to patrons:  If you see that we have over four groups inside, please come back later!  It's hard to manage things when you have nine orders to fill, dine in and take out), i'm starting my second semester at college, and a great friend has moved back after four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still have not gotten that dang editing computer.  I may just pick one at random and say "I want this one", because i'm so desperate to do video projects.  I've got two scout films in limbo that are begging to be done, and it's driving me crazy that I can't do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110594631820898730?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110594631820898730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110594631820898730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110594631820898730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110594631820898730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-life-is-pretty-good-at-moment.html' title='Well, life is pretty good at the moment'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110497422625910935</id><published>2005-01-05T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:17:06.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye bees</title><content type='html'>A recent bee infestation has taken place outside of our driveway, with a group of about three hundred bees clinging together on a large plant.  But the bee guy came over and got rid of them near noon.  Bye bye bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring semester of college starts next monday, and i've got to get ready.  I'm heading off to get new books tommorow with a fellow classmate.  Hope they sell Spanish workbooks seperatly from the textbooks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lower back has been sore for the past few hours.  I'm baffled as to why it is.  Hopefully a good nights rest will heal it up (if that damn dog keeps quiet, which I doubt).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110497422625910935?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110497422625910935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110497422625910935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110497422625910935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110497422625910935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/bye-bye-bees.html' title='Bye bye bees'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110487327984832403</id><published>2005-01-04T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:14:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever get my hands on that dog...</title><content type='html'>8:00-10:00 AM:  Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110487327984832403?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110487327984832403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110487327984832403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110487327984832403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110487327984832403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-i-ever-get-my-hands-on-that-dog.html' title='If I ever get my hands on that dog...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110477604516201179</id><published>2005-01-03T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T10:14:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn dog keeps barking and barking and barking</title><content type='html'>My morning sleep was rudley interrupted by a dog.  A very loud dog.  A very loud barking dog.  At the hour of 8:00, it began to bark.  And bark.  And bark.  And bark.  And bark.  And bark.  No matter what I did, from closing the window to putting headphones on to try and block the sound, nothing works.  So after half an hour of non-stop barking, I gave up and started doing other things.  Now I came back at 10:00 to see if the dog had stopped.  Guess what?  It was still barking!  I think I know this dog.  It's woken me and my dad several times in the past few months.  It just keeps barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and 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barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking.  I hate that dog.  I want to grab a tranquilizer gun and shoot it with a needle the size of a harpoon.  But that wont shut it up.  It'll just keep barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking.  Maybe i'll ship it off to the moon.  But it better stop soon, or i'm going to snap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: &lt;strong&gt;BARK!BARK!BARK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank cannon:  &lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110477604516201179?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110477604516201179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110477604516201179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110477604516201179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110477604516201179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-damn-dog-keeps-barking-and.html' title='That damn dog keeps barking and barking and barking'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110462617466066546</id><published>2005-01-01T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:36:14.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last week of the year was pretty good</title><content type='html'>I got almost all the stuff I wanted on Christmas.  For the stuff I didint get, I bought with money that I received, so it all turned out OK.  The thing I'm using the most is the lord of the ring "The Third age" RPG game.  Its great, except that i'm getting my butt kicked at Helms Deep every time I try it.  I've tried three times, an hour each, and I get killed by the friggin troll and those forsaken berserkers who attack six times in a row &lt;em&gt;each&lt;/em&gt;.  Who came up with that brilliant idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years eve was pretty quiet.  We watched the extended cut of "The Fellowship of the ring", and half of the extended cut of "The Two Towers".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quest for a job is going quite well.  I'm currently trying out at a Chinese resturant nearby, and I think it's going quite well.  I enjoy doing the service, I love the atmosphere, I like pretty much everything about it.  I have one more trial period to go through, and then I'll find out if I get the job or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to 2005!  (drinks grape drink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110462617466066546?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110462617466066546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110462617466066546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110462617466066546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110462617466066546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-week-of-year-was-pretty-good.html' title='The last week of the year was pretty good'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110387662883646165</id><published>2004-12-24T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:23:48.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less then twenty four hours to go</title><content type='html'>Right now, i'm staying up typing this at roughly 12:30 in the morning on Christmas eve.  I'm waiting for my dad to come home from a trip, and I want to make sure he gets home safely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within thirteen hours, I've got to get some sleep, wake up, take a shower, do the traditional last minute scramble before the relatives arrive, vacuum, continue printing out the second copy of my magnum opus (managed to get to page 680 in one day), and make sure everyone has a good time.  Quite a daunting task.  So why is it that i'm looking forward to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because this happens only once a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110387662883646165?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110387662883646165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110387662883646165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110387662883646165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110387662883646165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/less-then-twenty-four-hours-to-go.html' title='Less then twenty four hours to go'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110378842122432031</id><published>2004-12-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:53:41.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, one to go, and three days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>One book printed out for Christmas.  Took quite a while, but I finally did it.  And it is HUGE.  1,061 pages.  It's going to be spread out over four binders.  Now I have two days to print out the next copy, another labor at 1,061 pages.  Going to start on it tommorow, hope I dont go crazy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three days left till Christmas?  Excited yet? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110378842122432031?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110378842122432031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110378842122432031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110378842122432031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110378842122432031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-down-one-to-go-and-three-days-to.html' title='One down, one to go, and three days to Christmas'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110370180193941005</id><published>2004-12-21T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:50:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This whole journal thing is getting interesting</title><content type='html'>Two posts ago I wrote about a journal online where a guy is planning to kill himself on January 13th.  When I come back a few hours later, his comments section has exploded.  I noticed that after my lengthy rant, more lengthy rants have started to appear.  Did I set something off?  *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now people on the site are saying that Jerry (The guy who is doing the journal), is really a college student who's doing this whole thing as an experiment for Psycology class.  There are some people who claim they know him, and even give away his phone number.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be interesting to watch all this play out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110370180193941005?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110370180193941005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110370180193941005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110370180193941005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110370180193941005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-whole-journal-thing-is-getting.html' title='This whole journal thing is getting interesting'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110368475913435732</id><published>2004-12-21T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:05:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a sandwich!</title><content type='html'>I'll let this speak for itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/208318 (click "Watch this movie")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE funniest LOTR spoof i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110368475913435732?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110368475913435732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110368475913435732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110368475913435732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110368475913435732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-want-sandwich.html' title='I want a sandwich!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110368129258963174</id><published>2004-12-21T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T18:08:12.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This man is going to kill himself</title><content type='html'>I found this journal.  I think you should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/_countdown/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this in the comments section.  I am not ashamed by what I wrote, so I'm posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just found this journal from somethingawful.com.  I do admit that I am shocked that someone is doing a journal about how they're going to kill themselves on a certain date.  But that is not what sickens me.  What sickens me is looking at the responses that this man has been getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOOO HOO HOOO BITCH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU FUCKING DISGRACE OF A HUMAN BEING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We salute you, and will be watching on the 13th as you post that you have finally killed yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before now, I knew that a lot of the people on the internet were immature and that even more of them were idiots.  But looking at most of the posts that Jerry has gotten, I now know that a lot of you out there are immature idiots, most of whom apparently are still in high school due to the foul use of the english language.  You thrive on other people suffering.  You thrive on making yourself feel powerful on the misery and misfortune of others.  You're nothing more then a rabble of stupid immature children in my eyes, unworthy of attention or regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, I feel concerned for Jerry and his problem.  I'm worried about him.  He's another human being, just like I am.  He needs help.  He needs other people to talk to him, to let him know that there is at least one person out there who cares about him.  I care about him.  I'll listen to him.  I'll look at his posts.  I dont care if he's just crying out for attention.  Do you know his personal life fully?  I dont think so.  There are always circumstances behind an action.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only mature people out here in this sea of comments seem to be those who have attempted to kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Think of all the people and things you're leaving behind. Think of how this will affect them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please think of those who love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones I respect and admire.  They don't care if Jerry is simply crying out for attention.  They want to help him.  Those are the people who have earned my respect.  Probably the best example is from a guy named Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry, i really don't want you to go through with this. i care and i want to be able to help...please contact me. i want to help and i really do care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true human being, who wants to help another.  The idiots who can only talk in insults are nothing.  In my eyes, they are the failures, for they care nothing about the well being of others.  They have no emotion other then laughing at the misfortune of other people.  There are millions of them.  But the few who show kindness and a need to help, they are the ones who stand out, the ones who are a true example of the good of the human race.  They find someone who they have never met, someone who wants to kill themselves.  These people step in and try to help.  They don't mock, insult or put down.  They help, they offer advice, they do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To everyone giving this man sympathy, the rest of us (and him) will be laughing at you on the 13th."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who will be laughing at me, you have my sympathy, and my pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, I want to help you.  I want to listen to what you have to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ian.  My email address is ianspino@yahoo.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110368129258963174?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110368129258963174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110368129258963174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110368129258963174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110368129258963174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-man-is-going-to-kill-himself.html' title='This man is going to kill himself'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110365158143770737</id><published>2004-12-21T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:53:01.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story story</title><content type='html'>I'm nervous about the upcoming non-pixar Toy Story sequels.  Disney is taking a huge risk in making these movies withought Pixar at the helm, and they also have to carry the wieght of making a good follow-up to a beloved franchise.  Up until now we've heard almost nothing about the plot, but thanks to a report at chud.com, it appears that the script has been turned in.  There is only a brief description of the plot, but to my suprise, this could actually work.  My only worry is that will it be another "Resuce Buzz/Woody" story?  Or could it be that all the toys get lost and have to find thier way back home?  Only time will tell.  If you want to read it, &lt;a href="http://chud.com/news/914"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only four days left till Christmas, the traditional last minute shopping is now in full force.  I'm out to target to buy a DVD today, and then it's off to a local chinese resturant to put in a job application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110365158143770737?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110365158143770737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110365158143770737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110365158143770737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110365158143770737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/toy-story-story.html' title='Toy Story story'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110341336709525748</id><published>2004-12-18T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:42:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the job</title><content type='html'>I got my first chance to try my hand at the sandwich buisness, and it was hectic.  All the work going on behind the scenes is quite hard to keep up with.  I tried taking a few orders, but eventually it was down to watching others take the orders.  I did find that I was good at getting drinks and cooking fries.  I am really unsure if I want to work there.  I might try another session in the eveining when things are less hectic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110341336709525748?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110341336709525748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110341336709525748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110341336709525748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110341336709525748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-of-job.html' title='Day of the job'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110325536173882026</id><published>2004-12-16T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:49:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,055 </title><content type='html'>That's the number of pages in my book that i'm printing out for Christmas.  After two days I finished the final proofread and check for bugs, errors, misspellings, etc.  I know i've probably missed some, but I can always fix it and print the page out again.  Now I just have to print it out twice.  Once, and then again for another person on my list.  So that's about 2, 100 pages.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also completed an online application for a job at my local game crazy store.  I'm beginning to wonder if the sandwich restaurant is going to work out, so I put in another application to fall back on in case things don't work out.  Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110325536173882026?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110325536173882026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110325536173882026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110325536173882026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110325536173882026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/1055.html' title='1,055 '/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110318034243601676</id><published>2004-12-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:59:02.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most peaceful time of day</title><content type='html'>For me, the most peaceful time of day is late at night, around 10:50 or 11:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside to drop some chicken meat into the trash barrel when I noticed my surroundings and how quiet everything was.  The sky was clear with lots of stars dotting the dark night.  A cool breeze gently drifted through the air.  The cement sidewalk was cool under my bare feet.  For a few minutes, I simply stood there and enjoyed the scene.  All was quiet.  The only sounds were the gentle breeze, and the very, very faint sound of a car far in the distance.  It was so hard to believe that at that moment, a war is going on far away in Iraq, people are suffering, and crime continues to run rampant.  Yet...at that moment in time, at that place, everything was peaceful and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110318034243601676?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110318034243601676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110318034243601676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110318034243601676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110318034243601676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/most-peaceful-time-of-day.html' title='The most peaceful time of day'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110316912101438265</id><published>2004-12-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:52:01.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only ten days to go</title><content type='html'>With only ten days to go until Christmas, it's a bit strange knowing that its December.  Down here where we live in California, its bright and sunny seven days a week.  It's just like the rest of the year, except that maybe there is just a little more wind then usual.  it would be so nice to just have snow for once.  Heck, i'll take clouds.  People who want to live in California think it's wonderful that we have non-stop sunshine and blue skies.  When you have three hundred and sixty days of it, you get tired of the same weather over and over and over and over again.  Clouds are a blessed event because its a change in scenery.  We arent even getting that here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other happier news, I finally got to watch the four hour plus length of the extended edition of Return of the king.  Another excellent job by Jackson and crew (but why was the Witchking/Gandalf showdown just a staring contest?).  I might be getting a cold because i've been sniffing all day long.  And whats even worse, I can't get the Disnyland christmas song out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in background:  Up on the castletop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy and Donald:  Wah how wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in background:  In Disneyland with Santa Mick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ahhhhhhhhmakeitstop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110316912101438265?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110316912101438265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110316912101438265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110316912101438265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110316912101438265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/only-ten-days-to-go.html' title='Only ten days to go'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9527466.post-110307383182982200</id><published>2004-12-14T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:23:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job not going so well</title><content type='html'>I went in today to see if I could try out for the job at the sandwich resturant.  But unfortunitly, I was not able to do it.  I have to memorize every item on the list, and say out the prices for each in less then a second.  Es muy dificil.  The help wanted sign at Game Crazy is looking mighty tempting right about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you picked up your copy of the new extended Return of the King movie?  I want to, it looks so cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9527466-110307383182982200?l=iand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/feeds/110307383182982200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9527466&amp;postID=110307383182982200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110307383182982200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9527466/posts/default/110307383182982200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iand.blogspot.com/2004/12/job-not-going-so-well.html' title='Job not going so well'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418366938415664709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/7941/skyegreen5br.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
