<?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-3869370</id><updated>2012-02-19T19:08:59.381-08:00</updated><category term='blogathon08'/><category term='yer a wizard'/><category term='grr argh'/><category term='There is no you there is only meme'/><category term='L O S T'/><category term='L o s t season 6'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='everything&apos;s a game to you isn&apos;t it?'/><category term='you&apos;re older than you&apos;ve ever been'/><category term='Library A to Z'/><category term='L o s t season 3'/><category term='tube of yous'/><category term='L o s t season 5'/><category term='L o s t season 1'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='church sign wisdom'/><category term='la la la'/><category term='so how is the weather?'/><category term='chinchilla'/><category term='spELlcaster'/><category term='Who needs sleep?'/><category term='strive for mediocrity'/><category term='Who&apos;s still workin&apos; on his masterpiece?'/><category term='zolo'/><category term='laugh hard it&apos;s a long ways to the bank'/><category term='L o s t season 4'/><category term='haiku review'/><category term='as seen on tv'/><category term='L o s t season 2'/><category term='a working class hero is something to be'/><category term='boq'/><title type='text'>The P@rix</title><subtitle type='html'>filmed before a live studio audience</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1840</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4463935132657825978</id><published>2012-02-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T17:20:25.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, right, i was blogging, wasn't i?</title><summary type='text'>remind me to keep on that.

it's amazing how many different thoughts/feelings/opinions one has about a day over the course of 24 hours, isn't it? Today has been incredible, funtastic, shitty, headache-inducing, mellow, boring, asinine, regal, busy, lazy, hilarious, and Wednesday.

Can't wait to see how tomorrow plays out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4463935132657825978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4463935132657825978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4463935132657825978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-right-i-was-blogging-wasnt-i.html' title='oh, right, i was blogging, wasn&apos;t i?'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1805367269319071975</id><published>2012-01-11T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:50:11.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits from today</title><summary type='text'>I decided/learned that zombies hate mailboxes. (It's true. Have you ever seen a zombie near a mailbox?)

Sang the hot dog tune about 15 times - and that was in the 6pm hour alone!

Saw lots of road construction.

Finished book 2 of "Preacher". (It's not great, but I've got to see how it all ends.)

Watched "Horrible Bosses" - started off slow, but had some very funny moments to it. Haven't quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1805367269319071975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1805367269319071975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1805367269319071975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-bits-from-today.html' title='random bits from today'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2247027665169492213</id><published>2012-01-10T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:37:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst. Ear Worm. Ever.*</title><summary type='text'>back in December of this year (heh. or, rather, December of LAST year), we went out to get some groceries, and while at the supermarket, we saw a Salvation Army employee standing in front of his donation jar. He sang a little ditty as we went into the store:

"Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog. Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog."

We continued on our shopping, and everything was cool.

On our way</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2247027665169492213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2247027665169492213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2247027665169492213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/worst-ear-worm-ever.html' title='Worst. Ear Worm. Ever.*'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3479805200045978634</id><published>2012-01-09T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:22:57.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few Sundays ago, as I was leaving church, I found God's wallet. It looked like an ordinary wallet when I first saw it, but the identification inside stated that the owner was the Almighty.

I was quite surprised by this finding for many reasons. First, I did not know that God carried a wallet. Upon further thought, though, it made sense. Even the Lord needs a place to store His money.

The </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3479805200045978634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3479805200045978634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3479805200045978634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-sundays-ago-as-i-was-leaving-church.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2259468634302354137</id><published>2012-01-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:00:07.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Super 8</title><summary type='text'>Super 8: mix in
E.T, Goonies, ID4,
Cloverfield, lens flare.

This film was okay
as an homage to Spielberg,
just wasn't 'super'.

Calling it "Average
8" - more accurate, but would
have sold less tickets.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1650062/' title='Haiku Review: Super 8'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2259468634302354137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2259468634302354137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2259468634302354137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiku-review-super-8.html' title='Haiku Review: Super 8'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-302044416466411154</id><published>2012-01-05T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:15:31.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: 88 Minutes</title><summary type='text'>Muddled, generic
"thriller" with no real suspense,
does have Hamcino.

Who's the killer? And
is the other guy guilty?
The answers are meh.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411061/' title='Haiku Review: 88 Minutes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=302044416466411154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/302044416466411154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/302044416466411154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiku-review-88-minutes.html' title='Haiku Review: 88 Minutes'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6008715589746333125</id><published>2012-01-04T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:38:28.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had wanted to blog every day this year - or at the very least, every day that I had something to say - but seeing as I have nothing to blog about right now, I think I'm going to go ahead and give myself permission to skip today. 

...and seeing as how I've just blogged, I do believe that gives me a 'get out of jail free' card to use at some point later in the year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6008715589746333125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6008715589746333125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6008715589746333125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-wanted-to-blog-every-day-this.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3159165009456523952</id><published>2012-01-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:22:54.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The CenturyLink Saga</title><summary type='text'>Note that this saga ends ...anticlimatically.

So, we had Century Link as our cable provider for most of 2011, but due to finances, we simply could no longer to justify paying 60-whatever dollars for televised entertainment, and opted to cancel it. So, I canceled, back in October, and I distinctly remember during that conversation that Century Link told me, "We will send you a box in the mail so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3159165009456523952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3159165009456523952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3159165009456523952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/centurylink-saga.html' title='The CenturyLink Saga'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6514607867942840355</id><published>2012-01-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:59:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit!</title><summary type='text'>They say that to have a habit form, you have to repeat the action for six weeks. (Or, something similar to that. Or maybe I just made that statistic up out of an amalgamation of things I've heard/read over the past 30-some-odd years.)

ANyway. Let's assume that it DOES take 6 weeks for a pattern of behavior to become a habit. I suppose that means that mid-February, I'll finally be used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6514607867942840355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6514607867942840355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6514607867942840355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/habit.html' title='Habit!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5888454435911413942</id><published>2012-01-01T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:41:07.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call it a comeback</title><summary type='text'>Although I guess that's technically what it is.

Yep, I'm blogging again. Which means there might be something to all those 'end of the world' theories about this year after all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5888454435911413942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5888454435911413942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5888454435911413942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t call it a comeback'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3249341167070652053</id><published>2010-10-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:10:02.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boq'/><title type='text'>10 X Ten</title><summary type='text'>Happy 10/10/10!

Here's a boq. (I've asked (and answered) these questions before, but, they're apt for today's date.) 
You can answer in the comments, or if you'd like to make this viral, you can answer it on your own blog, I just ask that you link back to me. 

&lt;b&gt;Where do you see yourself in 10 seconds?&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Where do you see yourself in 10 minutes?&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Where do you see yourself in 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3249341167070652053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3249341167070652053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3249341167070652053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-x-ten.html' title='10 X Ten'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5362216794262701715</id><published>2010-09-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:14:50.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September went by pretty quickly, didn't it? 

Of course, now that tomorrow is October (!!!), the rest of the year will slip into fast forward. Especially with all the events coming up this month. There's thee Renaissance Faire on the 8th, as well as payday. 
And that Sunday is 10/10/10...which ...while very cool, I don't know what I'll do to celebrate. Probably just be all, "Cool. Today is 10-10</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5362216794262701715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5362216794262701715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5362216794262701715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-went-by-pretty-quickly-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4315580991893281703</id><published>2010-09-29T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:43:48.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visibility was poor, and he'd been speeding - just a little - and it was raining cats and dogs, and yeah, he'd had a few too many drinks before leaving the bar, so in all fairness, the accident was his fault.  But it was still also the Freak's fault for being in the road in the first place.

At least, that was the justification Alexander used to help him feel better.

If he'd not been intoxicated</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4315580991893281703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4315580991893281703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4315580991893281703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/visibility-was-poor-and-hed-been.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5962720295851457193</id><published>2010-09-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:27:39.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a song</title><summary type='text'>So, you're driving along, listening to the radio, and scanning the presets. You hear three tunes - which do you choose to listen to?

A) "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by the Smashing Pumpkins

B) "Kiss Me Deadly" by Lita Ford

C) "Sober" by Tool</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5962720295851457193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5962720295851457193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5962720295851457193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/pick-song.html' title='Pick a song'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3251808978671982933</id><published>2010-09-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:37:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your friends don't dance.</title><summary type='text'>I've had that song stuck in my head all day.


Also I'm not P@. I'm Saren. again. Because I started this blog and I'M GONNA END IT.

I'm sure that's a line from some movie. Somewhere. I say this because quoting movies makes you cool.

Okay so. Dad walked out and asked me to blog for him so I wanted this to be all creative and stuff and not like when I was blogging for him just to put in a filler.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3251808978671982933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3251808978671982933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3251808978671982933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-friends-dont-dance.html' title='Your friends don&apos;t dance.'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-8719299960715710387</id><published>2010-09-26T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:43:55.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: The Fourth Kind</title><summary type='text'>Aliens? God? Hoax?
It's up to you to decide.
(But it's aliens.)

Except that it's not.
Because the "footage" was fake,
to make more drama.
</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1220198/' title='Haiku Review: The Fourth Kind'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=8719299960715710387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8719299960715710387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8719299960715710387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/haiku-review-fourth-kind.html' title='Haiku Review: The Fourth Kind'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1036991361683039427</id><published>2010-09-25T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:04:08.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake money stories</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Not that interesting!

I only have a few stories involving counterfeit money that I can recall. here they are!

About (my god!) 15 years ago, a friend of mine's mom worked in a casino. At one point during her shift, she received a counterfeit 100 dollar bill. Somehow or other, she ended up giving it to my friend and let her spend it. yay for moms with wacked out moral compasses! 

About </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1036991361683039427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1036991361683039427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1036991361683039427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/fake-money-stories.html' title='Fake money stories'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-8876196194057334687</id><published>2010-09-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:41:45.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>borrowing Soupy's thunder</title><summary type='text'>I'm not stealing it, see. I'm just borrowing it, I guess.

Soupytwist has been blogging about art all this month. (Or maybe it's Art. Probably both.)
Anyway. She has talked about movies and television and books, but one thing that she hasn't mentioned (that I've seen) is video games.

So. Can video games be art? I would argue that they can be, if movies are, since video games are just movies that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=8876196194057334687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8876196194057334687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8876196194057334687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/borrowing-soupys-thunder.html' title='borrowing Soupy&apos;s thunder'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-522395765064345697</id><published>2010-09-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:32:38.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll bet she does</title><summary type='text'>Funniest line from a political commercial:

"I'm Sharon Angle, and I approve this mess--"

Heh. I know that it was unintentional and that it was just the last half second being cut off, but it made me chuckle. Now, if only the other 29.5 seconds of the spot could be cut off as well...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=522395765064345697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/522395765064345697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/522395765064345697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-bet-she-does.html' title='I&apos;ll bet she does'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-9055912285297626482</id><published>2010-09-22T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:16:20.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days and MANTIS</title><summary type='text'>2010 only has 100 days left in it! Crazy. And, actually, since this day is more or less over now, it's 99. 

Our Mantis (Steph blogged about it here - way back in July!) has grown to a disturbingly large size now. I'm not sure how big it is, exactly, but it's much bigger than it was all those months ago when it first appeared on our screen door. 
In fact, until a few weeks ago, I was pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=9055912285297626482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/9055912285297626482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/9055912285297626482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/100-days-and-mantis.html' title='100 days and MANTIS'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5506122228581372972</id><published>2010-09-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:28:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Don't worry! Bill Murray! 

(Today is Bill Murray's birthday. And whenever he comes up, that line from that song gets stuck in my head. So, thank you Mr. Murray, and also, Mr. Cicierega.)

And to help make this more interactive - what is your favorite Bill Murray movie and/or quote or story?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5506122228581372972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5506122228581372972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5506122228581372972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-worry-bill-murray-today-is-bill.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2614208484797827370</id><published>2010-09-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:27:39.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In lieu of a real entry (I've been sitting at the keyboard for over seven minutes now, staring at a blank screen, tyring to think of *something* to write), I'm just going to find a random youtube song, and link to that.

Why? Because it's what we do. (and because I've been listening to that album today.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2614208484797827370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2614208484797827370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2614208484797827370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-lieu-of-real-entry-ive-been-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1876735853491112885</id><published>2010-09-19T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:56:50.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an alternate universe, where sheep have superstrength (provided through their wool) and have been domesticated by humans and raised into intelligent weaponry....someone has uttered the line, "You sheared my battlesheep."

But I don't think that particular sentence has ever been said in *this* universe. Until now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1876735853491112885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1876735853491112885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1876735853491112885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-alternate-universe-where-sheep-have.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2828160407679826998</id><published>2010-09-18T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:35:07.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work makes me grumpy</title><summary type='text'>Well, lots of things makes me grumpy. But working certainly tops the list. And having to deal with obnoxious individuals. Seriously, there shouldn't be 10 commandments, there should be one. And it would be thus: "Dude. Don't be a dick."

It's not a tough one to follow, is it? I don't think that it is, but obviously there's something tough about it, because a good portion of the population can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2828160407679826998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2828160407679826998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2828160407679826998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-makes-me-grumpy.html' title='Work makes me grumpy'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6932561608965494021</id><published>2010-09-17T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:29:56.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Irina!</title><summary type='text'>uencie
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And then she said, "That's all." I'm glad I have children who will assist me in my blogging related goals. :)

If all goes well tomorrow, I'll get back to Goat's tail. I mean tale. If not, then most certainly Sunday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6932561608965494021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6932561608965494021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6932561608965494021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-irina.html' title='Here&apos;s Irina!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7492703397042597533</id><published>2010-09-16T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:57:07.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goatest story ever told</title><summary type='text'>Billy was 9 when the Supreme Creator of the Universe first spoke to him directly.

He was at a petting zoo, when he heard the voice behind him. "Billy."

Young Billy turned to see who had spoken. His father was watching off in the distance, along with several approaching families, but this voice had come from the opposite direction. 

One of the goats looked at Billy with it's bizarre </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7492703397042597533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7492703397042597533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7492703397042597533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/goatest-story-ever-told.html' title='The Goatest story ever told'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1944799255294004602</id><published>2010-09-15T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:42:02.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are about to get real</title><summary type='text'>Heh. Lame joke. It's Reality TV night! Survivor premieres in about 20 minutes (as long as the digital reception stays ...receptionable?), and it's the finale of America's Not Talented! Who will win? LOG? Hatboy? Someone more deserving? We'll find out...unless I fall asleep first.

But, Survivor!! We totally had pizza tonight, too, in honor of it. Yay for traditions. Oh, also, we have decided as a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1944799255294004602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1944799255294004602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1944799255294004602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-are-about-to-get-real.html' title='Things are about to get real'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-8797976421336129966</id><published>2010-09-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:47:08.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad hasn't blogged yet.</title><summary type='text'>It's almost tomorrow and The P@ hasn't blogged today. So I figured (actually, debated with myself for about an hour) that I'd post for him. I figure if he really doesn't want this post then he can delete it.

Anyway, so that you forget that he almost didn't blog today, here is a kitten, because no one can be angry at kittens.

unless said kitten peed on your floor.By the way, Dad, if you'd rather</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=8797976421336129966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8797976421336129966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8797976421336129966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/dad-hasnt-blogged-yet.html' title='Dad hasn&apos;t blogged yet.'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TJBrZGehI5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/YY1thLJgGoo/s72-c/kitten.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3115163019139560965</id><published>2010-09-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:17:33.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Canada off the list</title><summary type='text'>If there is any truth the dream I had last night, Canada is not a place to live. Well, I mean, if you're a cat. Because, apparently, in Canada there are spiders the size of a dinner plate, and they exist on a cat-only diet. Still creepy, though.

Oh, and you have to knock on any door that you enter, even ones in your own house. 

Those crazy Canucks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3115163019139560965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3115163019139560965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3115163019139560965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/cross-canada-off-list.html' title='Cross Canada off the list'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2450512283070350958</id><published>2010-09-12T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:29:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                                  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2450512283070350958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2450512283070350958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2450512283070350958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TIz_8dalGII/AAAAAAAAAHk/CILlmkUYYfc/s72-c/09-11-10_141-777441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1502857281847878412</id><published>2010-09-11T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:18:11.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's true - there aren't enough hours in the day. Or, more accurately, not enough hours in the night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1502857281847878412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1502857281847878412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1502857281847878412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-true-there-arent-enough-hours-in.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5280842772621605856</id><published>2010-09-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:38:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And the wot-wot nine under salty agwa, seen?"

This woman was clearly delusional. Some of the words she had been sputtering were English, but making sense of them was beyond me.

"I. Don't. Understand. You."

It's a common fact that if you talk slower to people you don't get, they will gain comprehension.

Which is why the woman began speaking back to me, slowly.

She sighed in frustration, then</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5280842772621605856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5280842772621605856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5280842772621605856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-wot-wot-nine-under-salty-agwa-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2074588238362925750</id><published>2010-09-09T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:48:14.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nines are bad, huh?</title><summary type='text'>I'm not very knowledgeable on numerology, but is today's date cursed or something? It was just, overall, an unpleasant one.

I've been grumpy the last few days, though, so maybe numbers have nothing to do with it.

Anyway. Tomorrow's the 10th, so it's got to be a better day. In fact, I will make it a better day. Even if I have to kill every single person that gets in my way and tries to ruin it.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2074588238362925750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2074588238362925750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2074588238362925750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/nines-are-bad-huh.html' title='nines are bad, huh?'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5207692852279315457</id><published>2010-09-08T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:57:42.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Sherlock Holmes</title><summary type='text'>How did Tony Stark
go back in time to 19th
century London?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0988045/' title='Haiku Review: Sherlock Holmes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5207692852279315457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5207692852279315457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5207692852279315457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/haiku-review-sherlock-holmes.html' title='Haiku Review: Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2334218013339969865</id><published>2010-09-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:41:45.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 kids!</title><summary type='text'>Hooray! We have our Saren back! 

When we got her from the airport -which, dude. I'm SO glad we don't fly often. Airports are on the same level as DMVs when it comes to boredom production and bureaucracy atmosphere - I said that she looked taller. She replied that we all looked "tinier". Heh.

Sadly, I haven't been able to see her much, because after driving back home, I had to go back to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2334218013339969865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2334218013339969865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2334218013339969865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-kids.html' title='4 kids!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7402135743766405476</id><published>2010-09-06T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:43:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of taste</title><summary type='text'>Who was the United States most delicious president? My gut (ha!) instinct says Franklin Donuthole Roosevelt. 

However, John Fructose Kennedy was probably sweeter (although much less nutritious).

I suppose, ultimately, it's a matter of taste, as most things food and political are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7402135743766405476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7402135743766405476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7402135743766405476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/matter-of-taste.html' title='A matter of taste'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2086508609108587145</id><published>2010-09-05T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:07:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>same ol', same ol'</title><summary type='text'>I keep telling myself, "It doesn't matter if it's bad - it probably will be - just write it anyway."

I keep not listening.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2086508609108587145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2086508609108587145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2086508609108587145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/same-ol-same-ol.html' title='same ol&apos;, same ol&apos;'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2767547815669549499</id><published>2010-09-04T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:21:14.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dogs are barking</title><summary type='text'>Never quite understood how feet are dogs, but whatever. My feet are really sore right now. The sev keeps me on my feet pretty much the entire shift, as opposed to the station, where I'm more or less sitting the majority of the day. What I really need is a job where I get paid for lying down. Heh.

Tomorrow, definitely no work-related blog entry. Seems like that's all I talk about anymore.

Today </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2767547815669549499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2767547815669549499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2767547815669549499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/dogs-are-barking.html' title='dogs are barking'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-733329677062541059</id><published>2010-09-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:05:58.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh. 
Just spent the last five minutes or so trying to think of a title, unsuccessfully.
My day was long, stressful, ultimately rather boring. 
WOrking at "the sev" is, I think, not something I want to do for an extended amount of time. I like it, in theory. But it seems that each time I go toward there, I feel a small sense of dread. I fear that I'm not learning the job quickly enough, and not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=733329677062541059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/733329677062541059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/733329677062541059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7349025001742552722</id><published>2010-09-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:00:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now or never</title><summary type='text'>It's really very early, but I figure if I don't blog NOW, I won't really get a chance, since I'm working both jobs today, and won't be home until after 10pm. And by that point, I have no idea if I'll be alert enough to even compose anything on the computer.
So, I thought, why not blog now, before you leave home?

Great. Only problem is, I have nothing to talk about. 

All right. I promise to blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7349025001742552722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7349025001742552722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7349025001742552722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-or-never.html' title='Now or never'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5679126926396155221</id><published>2010-09-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:21:38.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine oh two one schmoe</title><summary type='text'>That was Steph's nickname for Beverly Hills 90210, which we sometimes watched (in syndication) waaaay back in the day.

I had originally wanted Fridays to be "Fiction Fridays" wherein I would write some sort of nontrue anecdote. But I'm rather tired (shocking!), so I'll pass for now. Perhaps I'll ...oh wait. Heh. TOday is only Thursday. Oh, man. See? Tired!

Speaking of fiction, though, and also </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5679126926396155221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5679126926396155221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5679126926396155221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/nine-oh-two-one-schmoe.html' title='Nine oh two one schmoe'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-143653446782631509</id><published>2010-09-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:24:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to take a survey?</title><summary type='text'>So, I didn't get my nap.

I was lying down, just on the brink of actually getting some sleep, when, as the Universe often does when Loki (this one, not this one) is in charge, the telephone rang.

Thinking it might be important (Saren, perhaps, whom I haven't talked to in ages! I miss her!!), I answered. 

It wasn't Saren. Unless, while in Ithaca she has become roboticized. And has developed a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=143653446782631509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/143653446782631509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/143653446782631509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/would-you-like-to-take-survey.html' title='Would you like to take a survey?'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3409514869634071452</id><published>2010-09-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:33:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
That's August's word cloud, for what it's worth.

I'm exhausted, which is nothing new. And still not used to blogging. Day one of September is covered, though, so there's that. Tomorrow should be better. And by better, I mean, I'll be more alert, and hopefully have some more interesting content to provide. For now, I think I'm going to attempt to take a nap while Steph, Harper, Irina, and Silas </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3409514869634071452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3409514869634071452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3409514869634071452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-augusts-word-cloud-for-what-its.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6950518779167911288</id><published>2010-08-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:20:26.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June words, etc</title><summary type='text'>Wordle cloud from June: 



I've decided to blog everyday in September. Not expecting it to be wonderful writing or anything, just that my blog has been rather neglected lately, and I want to remedy that. 

The Eels have a new album ("Tomorrow Morning") coming out in 2 days. But you can currently listen to it free on their myspace page. Hooray! 

Also in 2 days? The entire series of Lost comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6950518779167911288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6950518779167911288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6950518779167911288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/08/june-words-etc.html' title='June words, etc'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5502757115011841504</id><published>2010-08-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:13:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one two three...</title><summary type='text'>Today is 8/9/10, and I started a second (part-time) job at 7-Eleven.

Numbers are cool.

Edit - Ha! Being bored, I just entered "7-8-9-10-11" into swagbucks, and got rewarded with six of them. Heh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5502757115011841504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5502757115011841504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5502757115011841504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-two-three.html' title='one two three...'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2974492921595240738</id><published>2010-06-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:29:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, circa 2030</title><summary type='text'>Wow. Um. I'm not going to be the best looking 55 year old, am I?

What about you? How will you look in 20 years?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2974492921595240738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2974492921595240738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2974492921595240738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-circa-2030.html' title='Me, circa 2030'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2027208426013456927</id><published>2010-06-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:11:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 bucks, same as in town</title><summary type='text'>Last night I dreamt about Last Comic Standing. (I know, right? How boring am I?)

Anyway, the sad thing is that I can't remember the majority of the joke, so I'm hoping we can reverse engineer it. I recall the set-up, and the punchline, but I need the middle section.


The set-up is that "these" are the three most important questions in the world.

I don't remember 1 &amp; 2, but the "punchline" was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2027208426013456927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2027208426013456927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2027208426013456927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/20-bucks-same-as-in-town.html' title='20 bucks, same as in town'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3758855724750839818</id><published>2010-06-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:39:46.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shave your face with some mace in the dark</title><summary type='text'>I'm clean shaven again.

I'd post a photo, but oddly, all the pictures (well, it's just the one so far) of me sans beard make me look older and aren't appealing, so for the sake of my vanity, none are available yet. Give me a day or three to get used to it (and take better pictures. Ha!).

Actually, here. I'll just put the picture up so that there's something else to this post, because as it is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3758855724750839818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3758855724750839818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3758855724750839818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/shave-your-face-with-some-mace-in-dark.html' title='Shave your face with some mace in the dark'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TCAiQrL06QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I1qHTRB7-oI/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1064283752752748329</id><published>2010-06-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:00:02.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re older than you&apos;ve ever been'/><title type='text'>Halfway to 70</title><summary type='text'>So it's Flag Day.

Last night I had a disturbing dream.
Keeping in mind that a) people's dreams are always less interesting to anyone hearing about them than the one who had them, and b) describing dreams usually takes much less time than the dream itself, here's what happened:

It was a post apocalyptic setting. The details of which were apparently not important enough for my brain to create, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1064283752752748329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1064283752752748329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1064283752752748329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/halfway-to-70.html' title='Halfway to 70'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4337059506755449628</id><published>2010-06-14T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:46:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4337059506755449628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4337059506755449628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4337059506755449628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/wii.html' title='Wii!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TBbNZKTWlwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wHvcS8Cg3EM/s72-c/06-14-10_171-788514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7538383521530361451</id><published>2010-06-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:42:34.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson for all those who want to run a corporation someday</title><summary type='text'>While removing a bunch of employees seems like a great way to save money (and, in fact, probably is, at least in the short term), keep in mind that the workers you have stick around are going to have their workload doubled (or sometimes tripled ...or more). 

And while that might work out just fine for you - after all, you aren't doing any extra work, and you're saving lots of money since you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7538383521530361451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7538383521530361451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7538383521530361451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-for-all-those-who-want-to-run.html' title='A lesson for all those who want to run a corporation someday'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6323230935567292036</id><published>2010-06-06T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T06:32:39.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Diary of the Dead</title><summary type='text'>Oh, look. Zombie flick
with "social commentary".
How original!

"Diary" wasn't
bad, just heavy-handed,
and not ground-breaking.
</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0848557/' title='Haiku Review: Diary of the Dead'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6323230935567292036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6323230935567292036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6323230935567292036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/06/haiku-review-diary-of-dead.html' title='Haiku Review: Diary of the Dead'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-808399922905372134</id><published>2010-05-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:59:32.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zolo'/><title type='text'>May 2010 word count</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe tomorrow is June. And also back to work. Even 3 day weekends are too short.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=808399922905372134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/808399922905372134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/808399922905372134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010-word-count.html' title='May 2010 word count'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7356525802344994255</id><published>2010-05-31T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:53:24.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harper with Lickorish</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7356525802344994255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7356525802344994255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7356525802344994255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/harper-with-lickorish.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TAN5BPs62QI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6mze8Ggv3F0/s72-c/05-30-10_215-704122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3919893716621296210</id><published>2010-05-29T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:01:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magic girl</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3919893716621296210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3919893716621296210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3919893716621296210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/magic-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/TAH_J_vcDtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DsxRaQoJK_Y/s72-c/05-29-10_092-771026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4753304654481992917</id><published>2010-05-28T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:50:12.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People in this family who got haircuts today:</title><summary type='text'>Me.

Harper.

That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4753304654481992917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4753304654481992917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4753304654481992917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-in-this-family-who-got-haircuts.html' title='People in this family who got haircuts today:'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7086551481787280345</id><published>2010-05-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:27:01.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's easy. Pez. Cherry flavored Pez.</title><summary type='text'>Imagine you're going to be cursed.

The curse is, that for the rest of your life, you will only hear the music of *one* band (or singer). If you could choose who the artist was, who would you choose and why?


And what band or singer would be absolute hell for you?


Yes, I realize that these questions may be too difficult to actually answer. I have thought about it for a while, and I still don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7086551481787280345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7086551481787280345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7086551481787280345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-easy-pez-cherry-flavored-pez.html' title='That&apos;s easy. Pez. Cherry flavored Pez.'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7238409849871816930</id><published>2010-05-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:33:34.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - The End</title><summary type='text'>"It only ends once."
Well, actually, we got two
endings, didn't we?

This is what took place
in Sideways World: Each of the
characters "wakes up".

This "waking up: means
remembering their Island
life (and sometimes death).

As each character
has their epiphany, lots
of great music plays.

Most of these wake ups
happen thanks to loved ones from
their days on the Isle.

I guess in The End
the love</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7238409849871816930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7238409849871816930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7238409849871816930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/haiku-review-lost-end.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - The End'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5751935576413821939</id><published>2010-05-26T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:30:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! I kill me!</title><summary type='text'>Alf should be remade/rebooted/reimagined whatever it is they're calling it where they go back and mine a story for nostalgic reasons.

But they should totally go darker. 

Other shows that should also get this treatment:

Bosom Buddies (that one doesn't have to be dark, and would probably work best as a comedy movie, ala The Brady Bunch)

Mr. Belvedere (again, big screen adaptation)

The Greatest</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5751935576413821939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5751935576413821939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5751935576413821939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-i-kill-me.html' title='Ha! I kill me!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5103893651516671912</id><published>2010-05-25T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:55:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil snake is watching you</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5103893651516671912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5103893651516671912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5103893651516671912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/evil-snake-is-watching-you.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_ybvLCy_4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hNHDY-Rf3_0/s72-c/05-25-10_193-740474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3173829310452945049</id><published>2010-05-24T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:25:35.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, let me waste it</title><summary type='text'>So, two things here.

1) Lost ended, and was ...polarizing, might be the most apt description. I was pretty disappointed, as was Stephanie, and a whole lot of other people on the internet were as well. But, it seems, just as many people seemed to either love it or at least, find it acceptable. And there were moments that I truly enjoyed. 
But after it ended, I actually felt trepidation about </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3173829310452945049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3173829310452945049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3173829310452945049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-let-me-waste-it.html' title='Time, let me waste it'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1026774335098635623</id><published>2010-05-23T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:31:16.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 light, 1 dark</title><summary type='text'>I'm such a dork</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1026774335098635623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1026774335098635623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1026774335098635623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-light-1-dark.html' title='1 light, 1 dark'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_nzBB3WX6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mu3BFWsQB7k/s72-c/05-23-10_184-776746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5589499248733886211</id><published>2010-05-23T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:23:24.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Lockes</title><summary type='text'>Silas and I wearing our Locke-shirts</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5589499248733886211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5589499248733886211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5589499248733886211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-lockes.html' title='2 Lockes'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_njHOBWUfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TKkLeUjlsYM/s72-c/05-23-10_184-704919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1128366920538248275</id><published>2010-05-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:03:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST Day!!</title><summary type='text'>To celebrate, the following things have happened:

Silas &amp; I both wore Locke shirts (his is orange, which isn't canon, but he looks cute in it anyway, so a lot is forgiven).

I reread several of my haiku reviews. (God, some of the stuff I've written is hilariously awesome. For example, the fact that Boone [the world's worst lifeguard] performed CPR on his sister...with his tongue. Heh.)

John </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1128366920538248275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1128366920538248275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1128366920538248275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-day.html' title='LOST Day!!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4067144615022157674</id><published>2010-05-23T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:17:44.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Fact!</title><summary type='text'>No turtle will ever use a chair.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4067144615022157674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4067144615022157674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4067144615022157674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/true-fact.html' title='True Fact!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1690695187635989220</id><published>2010-05-22T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:20:51.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats and Lost and whatnot</title><summary type='text'>It's late, and I very nearly forgot to blog today. So, briefly:

Saren bought a second rat today (it's name is Milky Way), the end of Lost is tomorrow, and ...um. Basically that's it. 
Note to self: Plan ahead better for blog entries.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1690695187635989220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1690695187635989220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1690695187635989220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/rats-and-lost-and-whatnot.html' title='Rats and Lost and whatnot'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4099602033406772616</id><published>2010-05-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:16:15.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - What They Died For</title><summary type='text'>Penultimate Lost!!
How on earth will we survive
once this is over?

In Sideways world, Jack
wakes up with a bleeding neck.
Sign of things to come?

Jack has breakfast with
his son, David, who reminds
him 'bout the concert.

David's mom will be
there. It's obvious that she
is Juliet, but...

...since that's so easy
to see and not a twist, I
hope it's someone else.

Desmond prank calls Jack,
says </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4099602033406772616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4099602033406772616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4099602033406772616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/haiku-review-lost-what-they-died-for.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - What They Died For'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4085532634559661867</id><published>2010-05-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:31:07.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as seen on tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a working class hero is something to be'/><title type='text'>Duh-pfront</title><summary type='text'>Yay, May.

That's the time of the year when the networks (and the CW [ha!!]) have their upfront presentations.

The little Netlet that could had it's today, and it's tradition for me to talk about it, so here we go.

The musical guest for this year's presentation was Katie Perry, the woman that sings that horrid "I Kissed a Girl" diddy. She performed two songs, neither of which I had ever heard, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4085532634559661867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4085532634559661867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4085532634559661867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/duh-pfront.html' title='Duh-pfront'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-8343765916222815323</id><published>2010-05-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:06:41.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><summary type='text'>i wantz it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=8343765916222815323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8343765916222815323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8343765916222815323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3550954932184756461</id><published>2010-05-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:58:45.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tube of yous'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

A compilation of every death on Lost, through Across the Sea. Man, that show has a body count, doesn't it? I wonder how much higher it'll get in the remaining 3.5 hours.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3550954932184756461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3550954932184756461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3550954932184756461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/compilation-of-every-death-on-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2016267397242788352</id><published>2010-05-17T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:05:14.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas bday part 4</title><summary type='text'>Yummy cake</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2016267397242788352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2016267397242788352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2016267397242788352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/silas-bday-part-4.html' title='Silas bday part 4'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_IgCqP5rtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Rkm7Hd_TNI/s72-c/05-17-10_210-714409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1002047406057034958</id><published>2010-05-17T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:06:43.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas bday part 3</title><summary type='text'>Cake!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1002047406057034958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1002047406057034958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1002047406057034958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/silas-bday-part-3.html' title='Silas bday part 3'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_ISU5IXq1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/SWsJhJt7q10/s72-c/05-17-10_210-703486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3859318936195742383</id><published>2010-05-17T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:52:54.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas's bday part 2</title><summary type='text'>Playing with new toys</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3859318936195742383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3859318936195742383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3859318936195742383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/silass-bday-part-2.html' title='Silas&apos;s bday part 2'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_Hy9jy8N0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/f26or0t39Iw/s72-c/05-17-10_132-774477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3053666896724546618</id><published>2010-05-17T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:20:18.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas's birthday part 1</title><summary type='text'>Opening presents</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3053666896724546618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3053666896724546618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3053666896724546618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/silass-birthday-part-1.html' title='Silas&apos;s birthday part 1'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_HrUlvOUOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-icIda07H0s/s72-c/05-17-10_131-718938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6563491315561498653</id><published>2010-05-16T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:28:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepin' dude</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6563491315561498653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6563491315561498653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6563491315561498653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleepin-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S_C34J3S97I/AAAAAAAAAFc/8DnZ-UgqEnI/s72-c/05-16-10_202-712397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4021845040511932793</id><published>2010-05-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:50:22.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzzzzzzzzaxza ZSAzaQ</title><summary type='text'>Title is from Silas smashing his fingers on the keyboard.

...and that's gonnna have to do it for this entry, since he's REALLY unhappy right now, and I'm not sure if I'm going to get anotehr chance to blog today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4021845040511932793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4021845040511932793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4021845040511932793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzzzzzzzzaxza-zsazaq.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzzzzzzzzaxza ZSAzaQ'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4833924946348649888</id><published>2010-05-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:20:07.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - Across the Sea</title><summary type='text'>Since Lost is wrapping
up, and there are lots of loose
threads, let's flash way back.

Pregnant woman winds
up stranded on the Island.
Whoa. Déjà vu, dude.

An unnamed woman
finds and takes in the pregnant
woman, Claudia.

Hmm. I think unnamed
woman needs a name. I think
Crazy Pants works well.

Some other names we
might consider: Smoke Momster,
or how about Eve?

Well, whatever we
call her, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4833924946348649888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4833924946348649888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4833924946348649888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/haiku-review-lost-across-sea.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - Across the Sea'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5695469563921901759</id><published>2010-05-13T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:26:08.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Russell, self-proclaimed best Survivor ever</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5695469563921901759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5695469563921901759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5695469563921901759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/russell-self-proclaimed-best-survivor.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-zC0TP7fXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v2dkenp9Wro/s72-c/05-06-10_200-768925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4310150280567150225</id><published>2010-05-12T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:18:18.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And let's not get started on that Nantucket fellow</title><summary type='text'>At first I wanted to pout,
"What on earth should I blog about?"
Then I learned that 12 May
is Limerick Day.
And that removed all my doubt.

If I were feeling a bit more creative,
another limerick I would give.
I wrote out this one,
but it wasn't much fun,
perhaps I should be less dismissive?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4310150280567150225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4310150280567150225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4310150280567150225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-lets-not-get-started-on-that.html' title='And let&apos;s not get started on that Nantucket fellow'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6561415211905929486</id><published>2010-05-11T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:23:05.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we gooo</title><summary type='text'>Silas loves to play Super Mario</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6561415211905929486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6561415211905929486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6561415211905929486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-we-gooo.html' title='Here we gooo'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-oC-U41CxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iVGuKo7lelw/s72-c/05-11-10_181-785362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2665347701798457549</id><published>2010-05-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:44:29.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball diaries</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went out to get pizza for dinner, and realized halfway there that I had forgotten both my wallet and my debit card.

Seeing as how we live about a thousand miles away from everything, having to turn around and go back home was slightly irritating.

And Steph will attest that when I get irritated, other drivers and distractions on the road are that much more vexing to me.

So, when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2665347701798457549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2665347701798457549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2665347701798457549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/basketball-diaries.html' title='Basketball diaries'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6774952450417860953</id><published>2010-05-09T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:24:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chester</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6774952450417860953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6774952450417860953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6774952450417860953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/chester.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-eKZ9SzQSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5DealGxkdWA/s72-c/04-17-10_114-747011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4298695404596853707</id><published>2010-05-08T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:43:14.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Castle building</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4298695404596853707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4298695404596853707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4298695404596853707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/castle-building.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-YvUgQLXlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3icgzqkIdyE/s72-c/05-08-10_203-794617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-117012231144203493</id><published>2010-05-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:15:52.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - The Candidate</title><summary type='text'>John Locke proclaims that
he won't walk 500 miles,
much to Jack's chagrin.

Jack: "I can fix you."
Locke: "But then we'd get married.
So, thanks, but no thanks."

Mr. Fix-It's all,
"Don't tell me what I can't do!"
and invades Locke's life.

Jack asks Locke's dentist
(who happens to be Bernard)
for info on Locke.

Does doctor-patient
confidentiality
mean anything, guys?

Well, whatever. Jack
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=117012231144203493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/117012231144203493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/117012231144203493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/haiku-review-lost-candidate.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - The Candidate'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4841037308848861387</id><published>2010-05-06T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:30:58.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irina</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4841037308848861387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4841037308848861387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4841037308848861387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/irina.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-OJctT8XCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/phJJAgQ0fJM/s72-c/05-06-10_202-758213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1119357750690409766</id><published>2010-05-05T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:41:02.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U win a hobo smile</title><summary type='text'>Umm.... yay?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1119357750690409766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1119357750690409766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1119357750690409766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/u-win-hobo-smile.html' title='U win a hobo smile'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S-IsPtqJefI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Wtb_AVQ8qTA/s72-c/05-05-10_193-762468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3145506880183674826</id><published>2010-05-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:00:09.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la la la'/><title type='text'>Doctors, monkeys, and werewolves.</title><summary type='text'>I could probably do a full month's worth of these, but for now, just three short ones. (because that's all I can remember/think of right now)

When it comes to songs, I'm full of ...idiosyncrasies (or maybe audiosyncrasies. Heh.).
What I mean by that is that I will continue to sing things as I originally heard them, even if the lyrics are incorrect. Or, as is the case with the last two examples </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3145506880183674826&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3145506880183674826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3145506880183674826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/musical-weirdness.html' title='Doctors, monkeys, and werewolves.'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-8420923340390571266</id><published>2010-05-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:10:49.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, as Steph mentioned, yesterday we went to PetSmart, and Saren bought a female Fancy Rat, along with the bedding and some rat food, all using her own money. 

Saren named the rat Skittles due to it's skittish nature, and also, I'm assuming, because inside the rodent were fruit-flavored sweet candies. Okay, not really. (But, man, if Science ever creates rats that poop skittles...)

Anyway. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=8420923340390571266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8420923340390571266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/8420923340390571266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-as-steph-mentioned-yesterday-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-7890236505117298383</id><published>2010-05-03T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:47:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's Silas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=7890236505117298383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7890236505117298383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/7890236505117298383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-silas.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S998wHFKSmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4HYtpRIbpKA/s72-c/05-03-10_184-764145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-53032228819840013</id><published>2010-05-03T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:38:11.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saren's rat, Skittles</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=53032228819840013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/53032228819840013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/53032228819840013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/saren-rat-skittles.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S996g8o8pkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F5_ksq637J4/s72-c/05-03-10_183-791695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-2975593211917546338</id><published>2010-05-02T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:15:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Mischief</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=2975593211917546338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2975593211917546338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/2975593211917546338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S94xqiamG3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/USjNSklTSyI/s72-c/05-02-10_191-706349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4367907544302029854</id><published>2010-05-01T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:40:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rat cage!!</title><summary type='text'>Rats not included</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4367907544302029854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4367907544302029854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4367907544302029854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/multimedia-message.html' title='New Rat cage!!'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QY0W5A78Xw/S9zXJJp_tkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBtOVukdZNQ/s72-c/05-01-10_181-796391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1781931666776242827</id><published>2010-05-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:32:44.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day in May</title><summary type='text'>So the plan is to blog every day this month. The original plan was to write a story, in installments, like I did last May (remember that? I think it turned out well), and I still may (ha), but I will definitely be blogging each day. And a large majority of them might be photos. Because they're easier than writing words. 

In fact, the next post (or, um, the one that you read before this one, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1781931666776242827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1781931666776242827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1781931666776242827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-day-in-may.html' title='Every day in May'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4503679809755858798</id><published>2010-04-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:58:32.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zolo'/><title type='text'>April 2010 word cloud</title><summary type='text'>Here's the word cloud for the past month. Can't believe how quick this year is going by.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4503679809755858798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4503679809755858798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4503679809755858798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-2010-word-cloud.html' title='April 2010 word cloud'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-3343659474631264363</id><published>2010-04-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:06:49.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - The Last Recruit</title><summary type='text'>Linear story
telling is so passé. Let's
bounce around, shall we?

Poor Miss Littleton.
Always being abandoned.
Until Kate arrives.

She's talked her out of
being crazy. At least, it
seems that way for now.

Well, well, well. It looks
as though Des survived his fall.
Now... did Sayid shoot?

Jack is on a boat
Until Sawyer kicks him off,
so he swims ashore.

(By the way, what's in
the back pack </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=3343659474631264363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3343659474631264363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/3343659474631264363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-review-lost-last-recruit.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - The Last Recruit'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4123018333639909541</id><published>2010-04-20T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:46:03.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search fail, story sad, and tyctwd</title><summary type='text'>What the hell, blogger? I can't search my own blog? 
I mean, I can, it just doesn't work properly. 
I haven't checked to see if this is a widespread problem, or if it's just me, but either way it's irritating. What good is a record of musings past if it's not easily accessible? [sigh]

So, in the story writing development news, I've come up with an(other) epic idea! And several </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4123018333639909541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4123018333639909541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4123018333639909541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/search-fail-story-sad-and-tyctwd.html' title='Search fail, story sad, and tyctwd'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-1557822199749171364</id><published>2010-04-19T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:31:25.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Food, Inc.</title><summary type='text'>If you are what you
eat, then for the most part, we
don't know who we are.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=1557822199749171364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1557822199749171364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/1557822199749171364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-review-food-inc.html' title='Haiku Review: Food, Inc.'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-6413208693638809578</id><published>2010-04-17T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:03:38.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: The Strangers</title><summary type='text'>Like when Liv Tyler
screams and cries and screams some more?
You'll love this movie.
</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482606/' title='Haiku Review: The Strangers'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=6413208693638809578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6413208693638809578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/6413208693638809578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-review-strangers.html' title='Haiku Review: The Strangers'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-4106292392131256163</id><published>2010-04-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:08:18.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - Everybody Loves Hugo</title><summary type='text'>Hurley's pretty great,
but he's lonely - no soul mate.
There's Libby! It's fate!

Libby's got a hunch.
She and Hurley have their lunch.
Des makes Locke go crunch.

Why did Des attack
Locke in his car? For payback?
Or to cause flashback?

Hey! There's Michael's ghost!
Oops, now Ilana is toast.
Jack trusts Hurley most.

He blew up Black Rock,
now Hurley wants to talk
with the thing called Smocke.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=4106292392131256163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4106292392131256163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/4106292392131256163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-review-lost-everybody-loves-hugo.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - Everybody Loves Hugo'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869370.post-5633744326908997880</id><published>2010-04-09T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:25:14.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L O S T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L o s t season 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku review'/><title type='text'>Haiku Review: Lost - Happily Ever After</title><summary type='text'>Widmore thinks Des has
one hell of a magnetic
personality.

After Des gets zapped
by a massive EMF,
he goes to alt-world.

There, things are good for
Des. For one thing, he's got the
respect of Widmore.

However, it's not
Happily Ever After,
fairy-tale perfect.

Because Des has to
babysit Charlie. Plus, he's
never met Penny.

Charlie tells hi when
he died on the plane, he had
a glimpse of true </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869370&amp;postID=5633744326908997880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5633744326908997880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869370/posts/default/5633744326908997880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ape10.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-review-lost-happily-ever-after.html' title='Haiku Review: Lost - Happily Ever After'/><author><name>P@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495540358991802931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddp77gQGsuw/TfgwSP7eofI/AAAAAAAAAII/6EyKWKeWx20/s220/030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
