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  <title>THE RAPTOR SPEAKS</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 20:05:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>That&apos;s all I can stand, I can&apos;t stands no more.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been holding this back, for fear of insulting people on my friends list. Please know that this is NOT directed at ANY of you. You&apos;re all intelligent and capable of forming sound decisions. You therefore do not fall into the category below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. It says something* about Hillary Clinton that her strongest base of supporters are &quot;uneducated&quot; white people. If you haven&apos;t seen &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=168561&amp;amp;title=indecision-2008-west-virginia&quot;&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt; from The Daily Show, you need to go watch it. Interviews with West Virginia voters about why they support Hillary over Barack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I guess because he is another race. It.. I&apos;m sortof scared of the other race cuz we have so much conflict with &apos;um.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He&apos;s a muslim, you know, and that has a lot to do with it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t like the Hussein thing. I&apos;ve had enough of Hussein.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As funny as the clip is, it perfectly illustrates the point. And I don&apos;t want whomever these people would vote for, to run the country. Seriously. These people aren&apos;t just uneducated, they&apos;re ignorant. They&apos;re stupid. If anyone would not vote for someone because of their race, or their middle name, or their RELIGION**.. No really, I don&apos;t want &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; candidate running this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That &quot;something&quot; being that they&apos;re not voting FOR Hillary because she&apos;s a better candidate, they&apos;re voting AGAINST Barack because they&apos;re racist ignoramuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I understand the idea of common morality. You want someone that you know shares your views on some important subjects. But of course, most of the major religions have quite a few of the same morals, so rejecting someone based on religion because of &quot;moral differences&quot; is a lie. Rejecting someone based on religion is just another kind of racism. &quot;You&apos;re not like me so I don&apos;t like you.&quot; Just more ignorance. (Not to mention the fact that, oh, HE IS CHRISTIAN. Do we need to put a billboard on the moon?)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 18:02:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dorkiness abounds!</title>
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  <description>A virtual Raptor Cookie to anyone who can figure out what this means/what it&apos;s for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold fish get irritated just like people. Probably they&apos;re very vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a certain group of people on my friends list would have any reason to understand it. Bonus cookies if you also figure out this statement, which is related to the first one, but comes from about 15 years ago, and is not limited to a specific group on my friends list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cats make pies horribly horribly sweet.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 12:56:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh, the beemanity!</title>
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  <description>The United States is absurd. The fact that gay marriage is even an issue? Absurd. Think of how ridiculous we think it is to ban interracial couples from getting married. &lt;i&gt;Of course&lt;/i&gt; they can get married, there&apos;s no reason to disallow it. Fifty years from now people are going to look back and think of our country as being terribly backwards and ignorant. For instance, take the line from &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080516/ap_on_re_us/gay_marriage&quot;&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&quot;With a stroke of a pen Thursday, the Republican-dominated court swept away decades of tradition and said there was no legally justifiable reason why the state should withhold the institution of marriage because of a couple&apos;s sexual orientation.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; - Republican dominated! Even some republicans get it! Thank goodness the California Supreme Court is basing its decisions on what is legally justifiable and not on outdated religious standards! Of course it&apos;s not just gay marriage. It&apos;s a &quot;War on Drugs&quot; (which costs taxpayer money) that has caused more drugs to enter this country, caused more people to sit in jail (which costs taxpayer money), caused people to invent new and more terrible kinds of drugs that do more harm, and generally been a bad idea the whole time. Prohibition has &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; worked in the history of any country. You can&apos;t ban something to make it go away. Regulation works &lt;i&gt;most of the time&lt;/i&gt;, and actually generates revenue through taxation. Oh, and let&apos;s not forget the War on Terror that has created more terrorists than it has eliminated, making us more hated and less safe than ever before. And during which our government has lied to us, stolen from us and infringed on every right they can manage. Or how about the fact that American car companies are complaining that California has dared to ask them to get their emissions standards up to China&apos;s present day standards by 2011. ... There are so many issues in this country that are absolutely absurd, I can&apos;t believe they even have to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I&apos;m not in a bad mood and will make a separate post later. I just read the above-linked article and I&apos;m angry that there are groups still fighting to ban same-sex marriage. Ignorant people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I have more rants: Have you all heard &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080516/ap_on_hi_te/internet_suicide;_ylt=AoQ08s2wwjSZTSb7lVvfoS0DW7oF&quot;&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;? The MySpace suicide: Teen A is a 13 year old girl who is friends with Teen B. They stop being friends. Teen B&apos;s mom then has her employees create a fake MySpace account, pretending to be a 16 year old boy. They start a relationship with Teen A to try to get information, whatever. Employee decides she doesn&apos;t want to do it anymore, despite the mom&apos;s demands, and so breaks up with Teen A very cruelly. Tells her that the world would be better off without her. So Teen A hangs herself. ... Seriously, a 49 year old woman doesn&apos;t know any better? And her employees? I hope they all grow consciences and feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080516/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/puerto_rico_killing_racehorses;_ylt=Ami87frZsk5OvyzO2cRa6SYDW7oF&quot;&gt;horses in puerto rico&lt;/a&gt; who lose the race are killed. *SCOFF*!! Do I even need to explain why this disgusts me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I find &lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Powerful-quake-rocks-central-China-Sichuan-province/ss/events/wl/051208chinaquake/im:/080516/photos_ts/2008_05_15t080853_338x450_us_quake/&quot;&gt;this photo&lt;/a&gt; (and the next one) haunting. I got chills. How horrifying.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 11:28:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Have a great day! ^_^</title>
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  <description>Happy birthday &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;tabard&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tabard.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tabard.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tabard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;memoryanddream&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://memoryanddream.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://memoryanddream.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;memoryanddream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 12:52:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things you gotta see</title>
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  <description>First, a video of &lt;a href=&quot;http://rattube.com/blog1/2008/05/12/bill-oreilly-meltdowns/&quot;&gt;Bill O&apos;Reilly throwing a tantrum&lt;/a&gt; - look quick, all copies of this are being pulled off the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article about how our government is &lt;a href=&quot;http://georgewashington2.blogspot.com/2008/05/continuity-of-government-planning-has.html&quot;&gt;defying the constitution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice president Cheney says &lt;a href=&quot;http://rawstory.com/news/2008/Cheney_says_economy_envy_of_world_0509.html&quot;&gt;the US economy is the envy of the world&lt;/a&gt; - totally out of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police break into a man&apos;s house without a warrant, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rawstory.com/news/mochila/Conn_man_says_police_broke_into_hom_05092008.html&quot;&gt;rip out his catheter&lt;/a&gt; - and it&apos;s the wrong house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://intelstrike.com/?p=252&quot;&gt;Ingsoc in action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nationalpost.com/most_popular/story.html?id=499151&quot;&gt;Tasers don&apos;t kill&lt;/a&gt; - or at least, you&apos;re not allowed to say they do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:37:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random</title>
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  <description>Lots of stuff to post, so I will try to keep it short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/pic/003ghy21&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/pic/003ghy21/t644bc&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/pic/003gk0yg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/pic/003gk0yg/t644bc&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to get two half-way decent screenshots of the three of Liz&apos;s dings I was present for. During the third ding I was eating concrete. For the two that I did capture, I hit the printscreen button eleven and six times, respectively, and these were still the best I got. Lamesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://kwsapphire.deviantart.com/art/Heat-Lightning-and-Simaster-85551517&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/pic/003gbk7y/t6442c&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; height=&quot;66&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually finished this on Friday, but I was waiting on Laridian to give me the okay to post it. But he still hasn&apos;t emailed me back and I wanted to post it anyway. This took me about 24 hours over the course of two months. I am sorry that it took me so long. I learned a lot from this image. Mainly that I am awful at perspective, but also that you can&apos;t draw a bunch of people on separate sheets of paper and then integrate them to look like they&apos;re interacting. I should have drawn the whole scene first. Now I know. By the way, the background is a paint-over I did of a screenshot in game. That alone took over 6 hours. Actually I think it&apos;s probably the best part of the image. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Politics&lt;/b&gt;: Master finally figured out why Hillary is hanging in the race even though she knows she can&apos;t win, and many people want her to drop out so we can unite the party. She was already $10 million in debt before she loaned another $11 million to her campaign. She has to try to make up that money in donations before the convention, otherwise she&apos;s out that money. I think this is very indicative of her style of politics. &quot;The plan isn&apos;t working, I maybe shouldn&apos;t have even done this in the first place, let&apos;s throw more money at it!&quot; sounds like Bush and the Iraq war. Do we really want another president who doesn&apos;t know when to cut and run? Obama has tons of money. HE is the person I want running this country. The one who got more small donations than any other candidate in history. The one who is running his campaign within its budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal&lt;/b&gt;: I know this means I might be a fuddy-duddy when I get old, but there are certain words that I will not use in certain ways. For instance, &quot;blog&quot; and &quot;google&quot; are nouns. I will not use them as verbs. Ever. I would rather say ten words than use those words as verbs. Also, &quot;pimp&quot; is not an adjective and &quot;pimpin&quot; is not a noun. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am slammed at work so I need to go now, but you&apos;ve been updated. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 13:35:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Which way does she turn for you?</title>
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		If you see this lady turning in clockwise, You are using your right brain.  If you see it the other way, you are using left brain.  Some people do see both ways, but most people see it only one way. See if you can make her go one way and then the other by shifting the brain&apos;s current. BOTH DIRECTIONS CAN BE SEEN! Experimentation has shown that the two different sides, or hemispheres, of the brain are responsible for different manners of thinking. The following list illustrates the differences between left-brain and right-brain thinking: Left Brain- Logical, Sequential, Rational, Analytical, Objective, Looks at parts. Right brain- Random, Intuitive, Holistic, Synthesizing, Subjective, Looks at wholes. Most individuals have a distinct preference for one of these styles of thinking. Some, however, are more whole-brained and equally adept at both modes. In general, schools tend to favor left-brain modes of thinking, while downplaying the right-brain ones. Left-brain scholastic subjects focus on logical thinking, analysis, and accuracy. Right-brained subjects, on the other hand, focus on aesthetics, feeling, and creativity. &lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mostly center-brained (according to the brain tests I&apos;ve taken). I can get her to turn either direction. She turns clockwise by default for me (right brain, the artistic side) but I can easily make her spin counter-clockwise by doing something logical, like trying to memorize the attributes of either side of the brain. I even had two open at once, tiled so they were next to each other, and I got them spinning in opposite directions a few times. Pretty cool!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:48:03 GMT</pubDate>
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BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,241,170) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 82%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(251,212,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;82&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(149,99,151) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 76%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(128,0,128); TEXT-ALIGN: right&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;76&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 15px&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some, however you often resist any cravings or urges that you have, but sometimes you give in. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life. You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. Familiar routines are good, but sometimes you like to spice up your life with a bit of adventure or activity. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others, however you will help others if they are in need. If people ask for too much of your time you feel that they are imposing on you. You have a strong sense of duty and obligation, and feel a moral obligation to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Take a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.learnmyself.com&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Personality Test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; now or view the full &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; href=&quot;http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=PIx1x174962-176042x2a070x1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Personality Report&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism &lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 8 &lt;br /&gt;Anxiety 8 &lt;br /&gt;Anger 13 &lt;br /&gt;Depression 13 &lt;br /&gt;Self-Consciousness 14 &lt;br /&gt;Immoderation 43 &lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability 25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry. You very rarely feel depressed and are usually in a good frame of mind. You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you. You often resist any cravings or urges that you have, but sometimes you give in. You are poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion &lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 31 &lt;br /&gt;Friendliness 69 &lt;br /&gt;Gregariousness 59 &lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness 28 &lt;br /&gt;Activity Level 6 &lt;br /&gt;Excitement-Seeking 15 &lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness 50 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You genuinely like other people and openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. You make friends quickly and it is easy for you to form close, intimate relationships. You like crowds but sometimes feel overwhelmed by them. Sometimes you feel like you need some privacy and time for yourself. You tend not to talk much and prefer to let others control the activities of groups. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life. You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. You get overwhelmed by too much noise and commotion and do not like thrill-seeking activities. You have a generally cheerful disposition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to Experience &lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 84 &lt;br /&gt;Imagination 64 &lt;br /&gt;Artistic Interests 71 &lt;br /&gt;Emotionality 82 &lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness 62 &lt;br /&gt;Intellect 77 &lt;br /&gt;Liberalism 79 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. You love beauty, both in art and in nature. Sometimes you become easily involved and absorbed in artistic and natural events. You have good access to and awareness of your own feelings. Familiar routines are good, but sometimes you like to spice up your life with a bit of adventure or activity. As a person who is open-minded to new and unusual ideas, you love to play with and think about ideas. You also like to debate intellectual issues and often enjoy riddles, puzzles and brain teasers. Often you exhibit a readiness to challenge authority, convention, and traditional values. Sometimes you feel a certain degree of hostility toward rules and perhaps even enjoy ambiguity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness &lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 82 &lt;br /&gt;Trust 67 &lt;br /&gt;Morality 83 &lt;br /&gt;Altruism 53 &lt;br /&gt;Cooperation 90 &lt;br /&gt;Modesty 70 &lt;br /&gt;Sympathy 56 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You naturally assume that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. You see no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to you. You will help others if they are in need. If people ask for too much of your time you feel that they are imposing on you. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others. You do not like to claim that you are better than other people, and generally shy from talking yourself up. You are mostly a compassionate person, however you prefer to make objective judgments when possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness &lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 76 &lt;br /&gt;Self-Efficacy 50 &lt;br /&gt;Orderliness 82 &lt;br /&gt;Dutifulness 84 &lt;br /&gt;Achievement-Striving 26 &lt;br /&gt;Self-Discipline 76 &lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness 75 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moderately confident that you can achieve the goals you set yourself. You are well-organized and like to live according to routines and schedules. Often you will keep lists and make plans. You have a strong sense of duty and obligation, and feel a moral obligation to do the right thing. You are content to get by with a minimal amount of work, and might be seen by others as lazy. You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that&apos;s about it. :)&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 23:35:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What Kind Of Thinker Are You?</title>
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  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jackolantern&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jackolantern.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jackolantern.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jackolantern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#EEEEEE&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Thinking is Abstract and Random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/abstractrandom.png&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are flexible, adaptable, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s many ways that you can learn - and you&apos;re up for any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You relate well to other people, and you do well working in groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can help people communicate together and work with each other&apos;s strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&apos;t work well with people who are competitive or adversarial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to work toward a common goal... not toward conflicting goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;What Kind of Thinker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kindof worried, because on the 4th question there were two answers that fit. So I tried it both ways and the answer was the same both times. Which makes me feel better about the results, because they do fit me very well. :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:05:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ding! An epiphany!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://seehere.blogspot.com/2006/08/celebrities-without-makeup.html&quot;&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; makes me feel a whole lot better about &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/gallery/00001t8c&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone says anything:&lt;br /&gt;- I am not digging for compliments, I know I am &quot;attractive&quot; (though I also realize that not everyone thinks so, duh).&lt;br /&gt;- I know some of these shots are &quot;mugshots&quot; - angles that no one should have photos taken from, with tussled hair and weird expressions&lt;br /&gt;- I am not passing judgement on any of these women. At all. Period. I am not making any comments about how these women look, good or bad, or my opinion of their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I AM saying - is that these are normal people. I know, DUH. And yes, I already knew that. And yes, I&apos;d already seen the video at the bottom of the pictures (Dove Evolution). I know, I knew, etc. But sometimes it&apos;s easy to forget. We&apos;re bombarded with images of perfection (or what is &quot;supposed&quot; to be perfection, I&apos;m not starting any debates about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; subject) and it&apos;s easy to look in the mirror and say &quot;But I could &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; look like that.&quot; So I saved a composite of these photos. Every time I feel a twinge of disappointment about what I see in the mirror, or how I look in a photo, I&apos;m going to go look at that image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I am disabling comments to this entry. I&apos;m not trying to start a discussion or a debate, I just wanted to share. **</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 13:53:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>MMOs: Why is WoW the king?</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Attention MMO players! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d love to hear your input: Why is World of Warcraft the king of MMOs? (Meaning, why does WoW have 8million+ subscribers, and other MMOs are lucky to get 200k?) I&apos;d also love to hear what MMOs you play, which you like and don&apos;t, and why. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing City because the costume creator sucked me in. I had no intention of playing the game, I just liked making costumes. But, like so many others, then I started playing the game and loved it. City was my first MMO, and is still the only one I&apos;ve ever really played. I&apos;ve played a little bit of Guild Wars, EQ2 and WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main reason for liking City and not other MMOs is the setting. When I want fantasy, I play Baldur&apos;s Gate (and all related games, like NWN and IWD). I&apos;ve done fantasy. I love Baldur&apos;s Gate. It&apos;s paid for. I can play it over and over. Why pay monthly to play fantasy? City is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t like other games&apos; costume creators. They&apos;re not customizable enough. And even if they were, it doesn&apos;t matter, because the moment you put on armor your character looks like everyone else who wears that armor. BORING! At least in BG, NWN and IWD I&apos;m the only person in the game, yanno, so I don&apos;t look like a few hundred thousand (or million) other people. I love how unique you can look in City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the user interface. Granted, it&apos;s probably due to being used to it.. but the UIs from other games just absolutely baffle me. So do the controls. So does the targeting system. So does the combat system. Obviously I could get used to it, but they felt so unnatural to me that when I was trying the games out, I was nothing but frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve also heard horror stories of the penalties associated with character death in these games. Trek across the spirit world for two hours and hope no one steals your hard earned loot? O_o No thank you! Seriously, how sucky is that?! And no travel powers? Excuse me? You have to WALK everywhere, until you get insanely high level and get a mount? Again, no thanks!! I&apos;d rather spend my time &lt;i&gt;playing the game&lt;/i&gt;, rather than just getting from one point to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love that City lets me totally avoid PvP. I hate PvP. I don&apos;t want to fight other people, I want to fight the computer. The computer isn&apos;t vindictive, its feelings aren&apos;t hurt if I beat it, and it&apos;s basically programmed to be beat-able. If I can&apos;t beat the computer, I&apos;m doing something wrong, and need to change tactics. If I can&apos;t beat another player, it&apos;s totally possible that I do not have the ability to beat that player. Also very frustrating. I mean, there&apos;s some minor griefing in City (kill steal!) but it&apos;s a lot easier to avoid than in other games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love how involved the developers of City are with our community. They listen to what we think. They actually listen to our feedback and make changes to the game. For those who don&apos;t play, a very good example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game first came out, you could not change your costume once you created your character. Later, in either issue 1 or 2, they put tailors into the game (the stores are called Icon in heroes, and Facemaker in villains). Everyone went and hung out in Icon and fiddled for hours with their costumes. Since so many people were in one spot, people started doing silly things. They&apos;d drop an ice patch on the floor, turn on steamy mist, and put out targeting drones. With a shiny floor, misty air and laser lights, we were all like &quot;DANCE FLOOR!&quot; ... so we asked for a dance club. And the devs gave us one. It sucked, so we asked them to change it. So they did. It still sucked so we asked again. Now it&apos;s awesome. People go and hang out in Pocket D and role play. It&apos;s a really cool place to go. And it was totally a player-created idea. I mean.. the devs have characters and come in the game and interact with us. How many games do this on the level that the City devs do? I just think it&apos;s freaking awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I&apos;d love to hear what everyone else thinks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 18:25:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2007 In Review</title>
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  <description>Well here we go again. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year I declared that 2007 would be &quot;my year&quot;. I was born on 1/27, and I turned 27 this year, and it was 2007, I felt that all had to be a coincidence that I could claim as luck, that it would be &quot;the year&quot; for me to get everything going in the right direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at Fortress on Halloween of 2006, but I was still employed by a temp agency. In March or May (?) of 2007, Fortress actually hired me. So that was one thing that went the way it was supposed to - I am officially employed by a company I love to work for. My bosses are wonderful, my coworkers are wonderful, the job itself is wonderful. I am very fortunate to have this job, and I appreciate it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on two major vacations in 2007. I went on my dad&apos;s &quot;retirement&quot; cruise in January. It was the first time that both my mom&apos;s side of the family and my dad&apos;s side of the family were in the same room. The cruise was a lot of fun as always (I love Royal Caribbean). And of course I am grateful to have such a wonderful relationship with my family, especially my parents, but also my mom&apos;s brother James, his wife Jeanne, and my cousin Brandon, and also my dad&apos;s brother George and his wife Hope. This is the family I am closest to, emotionally, and those relationships have remained strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Europe for my first time in March. I went snow skiing for my first time, and it was in the French Alps. And I was there with my Master, with whom I am incredibly happy. The trip in and of itself was one of the most amazing things I&apos;ve ever done.. as a Floridian I&apos;d only ever seen snow a couple of times. The fact that I had no fear of skiing (once I got there and saw that there weren&apos;t actually any trees to slam into) and that I picked it up so quickly and did so well, I&apos;m very proud of myself. And spending ten days in the company of my Master, while not something either of us wants to do on a highly regular basis, was a nice vacation from reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everything in 2007 went according to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad still hasn&apos;t retired. The whole retirement thing was dependent on my parents selling their house. They were going to move up to South Carolina. But the housing market has crashed and despite an absolutely ridiculously low price, no one is even coming to look at their house. So my dad is still working. He turned 68 this year. This has put a lot of stress on both my parents, and it sucks. We&apos;re trying to look for the reason, the &quot;bigger picture&quot;. It&apos;s true that I&apos;ve had some hardships this year that I would have had a harder time handling if my parents were so far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t reach many of my goals for 2007. One of those goals was to get my A-Plus certification. It was never something I felt my job was dependent upon, but as time wore on  I got more and more sick of studying for this exam. If it were an exam about computers and how to repair them, I would have enjoyed the process and passed the test with flying colors.  However since A-Plus involves learning about computer equipment that only NASA still uses, my frustration eventually lead me to put the books aside and stop studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get Spirit and White Sapphire to level 50. That was actually an important goal for me. White Sapphire was the first character I ever created in City of Heroes, and Spirit was my first villain. I felt they both deserved to be 50, and I felt like I needed to get them there this year. And I did. I have several more toons I&apos;m enjoying, and I am looking forward to spending 2008 running them through the levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, one of the events in 2007 that affected me the most is the legacy that my ex-husband has left me. He decided to stop making payments on the car, motorcycle, and the credit card that I had let him use. I tried working with my creditors, but they insisted that there was no motivation for them to work with me, since until that point I had paid every bill on time and my credit score was very high. I talked to a lawyer who basically had little more luck with them than I had, though she had poor customer service skills and I won&apos;t be seeing her again. The end result is that early in 2008 I will be declaring bankruptcy. In January I will start looking for a new lawyer. Most of my bills have already been sent to collections agencies, and I had to change my phone number for all the calls I was getting. The remaining creditors are sending me letters, of course NOW they want to work with me. Well, too late now folks. I had to ruin my credit score for you to take this seriously, I&apos;m not giving YOU your money so you end up ahead. If you had worked with me I would have paid for the next 30 years, I would have paid back every cent, even with the interest. But since I had to ruin my credit score.. well, now no one wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to this is, of course, I haven&apos;t been making payments on most of my debt. I continue to make my mortgage payment, and I continue to make payments on my car (which is on my parents&apos; credit card). I still pay my water and power bills, I still have a phone and internet access. But ceasing payment on my credit cards and &quot;Aaron&apos;s&quot; stuff, means I haven&apos;t eben floundering quite so much as I was earlier this year. I&apos;m somehow able to buy food and put gas in my car, and I&apos;m not in a constant state of panic regarding my bank account anymore. I&apos;m not looking forward to declaring bankruptcy, but I am very much looking forward to closing that particular chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started exercising this year. It was going well and then I stopped, the biggest problem being boredom. Frankly it&apos;s just god-awful boring to walk around my neighborhood for an hour at 5am. But Master gave me his recumbent bike, which I&apos;ve recently moved to a position in front of my computer. I have been able to exercise while playing City, and the weight is very obviously falling off. When I started tracking my calories I entered my weight as 119. That was a guess, as I do not have a scale, but that represents about the heaviest I&apos;ve been (except for when I was in basic training, of course, at which point I was 128.5 pounds of very hard muscle). My doctor&apos;s office visits have been putting me at 117 and 115. I weighed myself last night, and if Master&apos;s scale is correct, I weigh 111 lbs. That&apos;s what I consistently weighed in high school. While I&apos;m not really interested in losing weight, and am more interested in fitting back into the pants I bought a mere three years ago, it&apos;s good to know my efforts have been having the desired effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not setting any goals for 2008. All I want in 2008 is to be calm and happy. I want to continue working for Fortress, and I want that to continue to be as pleasant an experience as it has been. I want to keep playing City of Heroes. I want to keep up my new healthy lifestyle, exercising and tracking my calories. I want my car to continue to perform as well as it has. And most important, I want my family relationships to remain strong, and I want to remain under my Master&apos;s ownership. That&apos;s all. Though, if we&apos;re going to be making New Year&apos;s Wishes, winning the lotto and the Bucs having a great season are up there. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be watching 2007 go out and 2008 come in doing many of the things I hope to continue doing in 2008. I am spending time with my Master. We finished the year with great sex, we&apos;ll start the next one with more. We&apos;ll be watching football, and I may even allow myself to get a little intoxicated (depending on how many calories I have to spare this evening, of course ;)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:26:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Strange but true..</title>
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  <description>Or, ten things you never knew about The Raptor, and never thought to ask. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My muse is named Noah. Yes, my muse is male. He was my first tattoo, though the tattoo didn&apos;t start out as my muse. When I was in basic training my friend wrote to me and doodled a little baby godzilla in the margin. I asked her to redraw him with wings, so I could get a tattoo. When people started seeing the tattoo they asked if that was my guardian angel. &quot;Sure.&quot; I said. So he became my guardian angel. Now he&apos;s my muse too. Noah is a multi-tasker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I absolutely cannot internally tell myself what day of the week it is, until I&apos;ve asked myself &quot;What day is it?&quot;. Literally, even if I know what day it is, even if I established what day it is not two minutes prior, if my mind drifts to another subject and I need to know what day it is, I MUST ask myself &quot;What day is it?&quot; before I can answer &quot;It&apos;s wednesday, so I have to do blah and blah.&quot; If someone else asks me, I can just tell them, because the question has been asked. But the question absolutely must precede the answer every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I brush my teeth in the kitchen sink. There is no sink in my bathroom, which is in the garage. My bathroom is about 36 inches wide and contains a very small shower (which is about 36 inches by about 32-34 inches), and a toilet. (There is an inside bathroom with a sink, obviously, but that&apos;s for guests/roommates/whatever. The garage bathroom is MINE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am very good at modifying my behavior based on experience. Ergo, I rarely make the same mistake twice. I also rarely make a mistake if I watch someone else make it. However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are some things I just cannot remember. For a while I couldn&apos;t remember that Master&apos;s birthday is on 8/25, NOT 8/28. You see, we met on 5/25, so my brain kept saying &quot;five twenty five, eight twenty eight&quot;. But it&apos;s not 8/28, it&apos;s 8/25. Obviously I remember now, but it took me almost two years. There are other little pieces of information that my brain absolutely refuses to commit to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to think the best of people, and trust them, even if I didn&apos;t know them. If they did something that others saw as wrong, I would generally come up with some kind of justification which could explain their behavior as innocent and victimized by circumstance. Ever since my relationship with my now-ex-husband, I tend to think the worst of people, suspect anyone I don&apos;t know, and assume nefarious motives for any suspicious behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The only makeup I wear is eyeliner and lip gloss. I may, on VERY rare occasions, if I want to &quot;get dressed up&quot; - I may wear eye shadow as well. I used to wear more makeup, but I have problem skin. Makeup that claims to not bother problem skin doesn&apos;t work very well as makeup (coverup that doesn&apos;t coverup, and so on), and all makeup tends to come off.. under my nails, onto my napkin, onto Master&apos;s shirt. Any makeup that &quot;doesn&apos;t come off&quot; can&apos;t be good for your skin, &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; problem skin, so I refuse to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am much happier when sitting if my feet are at the same altitude/level as my butt. Thus, I put my feet up on anything that is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I dedicate Thursday nights to playing City of Heroes, since that&apos;s the night my friend Ping has off from work. I dedicate Friday nights to visiting my parents, so my mom and I can drink and stay up until the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate shopping. Specifically, the shoes and clothes shopping that women are supposed to adore. It&apos;s hard to find anything I like, and when I do find something I like it&apos;s even harder to find it in my size, and even if I find it in my size it probably won&apos;t fit right or look good on me, and then there&apos;s the investment of money and time. I like having nice clothes, I just hate going to get them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 16:11:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What D&amp;D Character Are You?</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.easydamus.com/character.html&quot;&gt;What D&amp;D Character are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;I Am A:&lt;/b&gt; True Neutral Human Druid/Ranger (2nd/2nd Level) &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ability Scores:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength-&lt;/b&gt;15&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexterity-&lt;/b&gt;16&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Constitution-&lt;/b&gt;12&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intelligence-&lt;/b&gt;16&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wisdom-&lt;/b&gt;14&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charisma-&lt;/b&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alignment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;True Neutral&lt;/b&gt; A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn&apos;t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he&apos;s not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Race:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humans&lt;/b&gt; are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Druids&lt;/b&gt; gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid&apos;s Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rangers&lt;/b&gt; are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter&apos;s dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger&apos;s Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find out &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.easydamus.com/character.html&quot; target=&quot;mt&quot;&gt;What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of Easydamus&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:zybstrski@excite.com&quot;&gt;(e-mail)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detailed Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alignment:&lt;br /&gt;Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (22)&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (23)&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18)&lt;br /&gt;Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (23)&lt;br /&gt;True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (24)&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (19)&lt;br /&gt;Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXX (10)&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXX (11)&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXX (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Chaos:&lt;br /&gt;Law ----- XXXXXXXXXX (10)&lt;br /&gt;Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXX (11)&lt;br /&gt;Chaos --- XXXXXX (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &amp; Evil:&lt;br /&gt;Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)&lt;br /&gt;Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13)&lt;br /&gt;Evil ---- (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race:&lt;br /&gt;Human ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14)&lt;br /&gt;Dwarf ---- XXXXXXXX (8)&lt;br /&gt;Elf ------ XXXXXXXXXX (10)&lt;br /&gt;Gnome ---- XXXXXXXX (8)&lt;br /&gt;Halfling - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)&lt;br /&gt;Half-Elf - XXXXXXXX (8)&lt;br /&gt;Half-Orc - XX (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class:&lt;br /&gt;Barbarian - (-6)&lt;br /&gt;Bard ------ (0)&lt;br /&gt;Cleric ---- (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Druid ----- XXXXXX (6)&lt;br /&gt;Fighter --- (0)&lt;br /&gt;Monk ------ (-23)&lt;br /&gt;Paladin --- (-21)&lt;br /&gt;Ranger ---- XXXXXX (6)&lt;br /&gt;Rogue ----- (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Sorcerer -- (0)&lt;br /&gt;Wizard ---- XXXX (4)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 04:27:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WikiBand</title>
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  <description>Okay, this one is TOO FUN. Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;xany&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xany.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xany.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but it seems to be popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go to the Wikipedia home page in your preferred language and click &quot;random article.&quot; That is your band&apos;s name. Click &quot;random article&quot; again. That is your album name. Click &quot;random article&quot; 15 more times. Those are the tracks on your album.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Name: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_McCloud&quot;&gt;Kevin McCloud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album Name: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omodhos&quot;&gt;Omodhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track Listing:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Marais&quot;&gt;Jean Marais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rebbe%2C_the_Messiah%2C_and_the_Scandal_of_Orthodox_Indifference&quot;&gt;The Rebbe, the Messiah, and the Scandal of Orthodox Indifference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oskar_Luts&quot;&gt;Oskar Luts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castle_Pines%2C_Colorado&quot;&gt;Castle Pines, Colorado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Lucknow&quot;&gt;Siege of Lucknow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Habibullah_Khan_Khattak&quot;&gt;Habibullah Khan Khattak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sachsenring_%28disambiguation%29&quot;&gt;Sachsenring (disambiguation)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minister_of_Defence_%28New_Zealand%29&quot;&gt;Minister of Defence (New Zealand)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panasonic_Lumix_DMC-FZ8&quot;&gt;Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Union_of_Knives&quot;&gt;Union of Knives&lt;/a&gt; (&amp;lt;- this actually is a band! A Scottish one at that!)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/League_of_the_Ten_Jurisdictions&quot;&gt;League of the Ten Jurisdictions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halawa_Hurricanes&quot;&gt;Halawa Hurricanes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Wrinkle_in_Time&quot;&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Bontecou&quot;&gt;Lee Bontecou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Bright&quot;&gt;Star Bright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it didn&apos;t start out too strong but I was laughing harder and harder towards the end! And just for chips and jiggles, &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ParagonWiki Remix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Name: &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Tarantula_Badge&quot;&gt;Tarantula Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album Name: &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Clockwork_Immobilizer_MkII&quot;&gt;Clockwork Immobilizer MkII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track Listing:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Clive_Loveking&quot;&gt;Clive Loveking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Altsheimers&quot;&gt;Altsheimer&apos;s&lt;/a&gt; (&amp;lt;- BWAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Manticore%27s_Bow&quot;&gt;Manticore&apos;s Bow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Infernal%27s_axe&quot;&gt;Infernal&apos;s Axe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Plant_Control&quot;&gt;Plant Control&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/OOC&quot;&gt;OOC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Air_Pirate_Badge&quot;&gt;Air Pirate Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Far_Strike:_Damage/Recharge&quot;&gt;Far Strike: Damage/Recharge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Entropic_Chaos&quot;&gt;Entropic Chaos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Soulbound_Allegiance:_Damage_%28Superior%29&quot;&gt;Soulbound Allegiance: Damage (Superior)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Mana_Seal&quot;&gt;Mana Seal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Positron%27s_Blast&quot;&gt;Positron&apos;s Blast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Gladiator&quot;&gt;Gladiator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Edict_of_the_Master:_Damage/Endurance&quot;&gt;Edict of the Master: Damage/Endurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cityofheroes.wikia.com/wiki/Statesman%27s_Task_Force&quot;&gt;Statesman&apos;s Task Force&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe I&apos;m biased but I think the ParagonWiki version is a whole lot cooler! xD</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 18:26:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Image Meme</title>
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  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;cstuck&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cstuck.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://cstuck.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;cstuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Google Images, search for and post an image off the first page for each answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you will be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://sunearth.gsfc.nasa.gov/eclipse/LEmono/TLE2007Aug28/image/TLE2007Aug28-PDTs.GIF&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you&apos;d like to travel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.skicollection.co.uk/graphics/library/FullSizeImage.Village%20Motagnettes%20Les%20Menuires.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.mms.gov/mmskids/Energy/SavingEnergyatHome3.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite object:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/9/94/325px-Personal_computer,_exploded_5.svg.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/55/161457506_f105c92f68.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.dinosaur.net.cn/museum/images/utahraptor000.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite colour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.crystal-fox.com/webart/products_large/5422.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The town in which you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.hellojacksonville.com/Images/Photos/972005Aerial_View_JacksonvilleFl-sm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The town in which you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.drelocation.com/florida/pasco/quiet_harbor.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The name of a past pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.candymachines.com/images/bulk_candy/skittles_bulk_candy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The first name of a past love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b3/Tore_bidimensionnel.JPG/494px-Tore_bidimensionnel.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your nickname/screenname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/diamond/images/gp15sapphire.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your first name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.fontriver.com/i/maps/kelly_ann_gothic_map.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your middle name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.davepennington.4t.com/Leigh%20Lancashire%201.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.doubleazone.com/images/creighton.jpg&quot;&gt; and &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.creightonclan.com/graphics/crest02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(couldnt pick just one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A bad habit of yours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.lazydrinker.com/images/LazyDAlpha.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Your first job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.storageessentials.co.uk/images/library/filing-efficiency-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your grandmother&apos;s name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.islandtime.com/photogallery/nina/nina-1.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 00:49:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Raptor Who?</title>
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  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;slai&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://slai.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://slai.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;slai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;The Fourth Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You scored 30% intelligence, 37% compassion, 35% sense of humor, and 31% weirdness!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://is2.okcupid.com/users/110/286/11128631192858102939/mt1154758836.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where you&apos;re concerned, priority one is having fun. You&apos;re not as absent-minded as you look, but you are pretty irresponsible. You would never, say, allow one of your companions to die in a space freighter explosion, but you might let him THINK he&apos;s about to die just before you go in and save him. (You know: for shits &apos;n&apos; giggles.) Your turn-ons include yo-yo mastery, Harry Potter enthusiasts, jellied confections, and strong wine. Your turn-offs include imbeciles, falling rocks, quarries, and radio antennas. Chances are, you&apos;re a dog person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/5518964033170996501/Which-Doctor-Who-Are-You-&quot;&gt;The Which Doctor Who Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=TottersLane&quot;&gt;TottersLane&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com&quot;&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test&quot;&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the &quot;irresponsible&quot; part, I&apos;d say this is pretty accurate. LOL!! (Oh, and I wouldn&apos;t allow my companion to think they&apos;re about to die. And if I were trapped in a cell with my companion and about to be sacrificed to some god-thing, I&apos;d get them to let my companion go and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; go talk to the god-thing, because he might be a nice bloke and knowledge is power. But those were two separate answers. :P)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 13:42:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Jobs Meme</title>
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  <description>Wow, this one is spreading over my friends list like wildfire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.careercruising.com/&quot;&gt;Career Cruising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark&lt;br /&gt;3. Take their &quot;Career Matchmaker&quot; questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the top ten results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Environmental Consultant - Actually yes, I could see myself doing this. But for whom?&lt;br /&gt;2. Taxidermist - Um, yeah I suppose?  &lt;br /&gt;3. Website Designer - I enjoy the concept, but never want to do this for other people.    &lt;br /&gt;4. Computer Trainer - I could do that.     &lt;br /&gt;5. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator - If my art were of higher caliber, sure.     &lt;br /&gt;6. Desktop Publisher - I&apos;m not exactly sure what this is, but okay?     &lt;br /&gt;7. Pharmacist - No thanks&lt;br /&gt;8. Cartographer - I love maps!     &lt;br /&gt;9. Fashion Designer - I kinda suck at creating new outfits out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;10. Anthropologist - I could do this!&lt;br /&gt;11. Multimedia Developer - Meeeeehhh, I kind of lump this in with website designer.&lt;br /&gt;12. Personal Financial Planner - I probably could, but wouldn&apos;t want to&lt;br /&gt;13. Costume Designer - See #9&lt;br /&gt;14. Set Designer - Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;15. Conservator - Could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Paleontologist&lt;/b&gt; - You know this is what I wanted to be for YEARS, right?&lt;br /&gt;17. Hydrologist / Hydrogeologist - I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;18. Microbiologist - I&apos;m seeing a lot of science stuff here, go figure! :D&lt;br /&gt;19. Agronomist - Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;20. Marine Biologist - Yes please!&lt;br /&gt;21. Veterinarian - I think this would be too emotionally draining.&lt;br /&gt;22. Pharmacologist - Not really, thank you&lt;br /&gt;23. Professor - Sure! (Though I&apos;d prefer to teach middle school)&lt;br /&gt;24. Landscape Architect - I could do this&lt;br /&gt;25. Zoologist - YES PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;26. Genetic Counselor - What?&lt;br /&gt;27. Sport Psychology Consultant - LOL, could do&lt;br /&gt;28. Foreign Language Instructor - Definitely could do!&lt;br /&gt;29. Print Journalist - Sure?&lt;br /&gt;30. Communications Specialist - Okay..     &lt;br /&gt;31. ESL Teacher - Probably could&lt;br /&gt;32. GIS Specialist - Maybe?     &lt;br /&gt;33. Market Research Analyst - I can BEND statistics to my WILL bwahahaha!     &lt;br /&gt;34. Writer - If only I could find the stick-to-it-ivness..     &lt;br /&gt;35. Critic - Everyone is one of these     &lt;br /&gt;36. Computer Animator - Not enough skill     &lt;br /&gt;37. Graphic Designer - See #36     &lt;br /&gt;38. Artist - See above     &lt;br /&gt;39. Humanitarian Aid Worker - Well, maybe     &lt;br /&gt;40. Translator - This is what I was going to be doing for the Army ;)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:49:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Teh Religionz</title>
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  <description>I will remain calm. I will not throw objects at the computer, which just deleted an essay of an entry that I was nearly done writing. The way of Taoism. Buddhism. Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, here we go again. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an alien landed on earth and asked you to sum up each of the world&apos;s major religions in just a couple of sentences (each), could you do it? I think Islam, Christianity and Judaism are the easiest. Not only counting the fact that Christianity and Islam are the first and second largest religions, respectively, but in the end they have a fairly simple, unifying concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity&quot;&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt;: God created everything. He gave us Jesus, his son, as the ultimate sacrifice, as payment for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judaism&quot;&gt;Judaism&lt;/a&gt;: God created everything. Jesus was a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam&quot;&gt;Islam&lt;/a&gt;: God created everything. Muhammad was a prophet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Easy. Now, I admit that my ability to explain Christianity (and by extension, Judaism and Islam) might come in large part from the fact that I&apos;m American, which really just means that I&apos;m a displaced European, and we all know that Europeans invented Christianity. (I know, I know, but I&apos;m running with the &quot;simple&quot; theme here, remember?) I also admit that these three religions are far more complex and involved, and have divisions and rules and whatnot, but if you&apos;ve only got a couple of sentences to wrap it up, that pretty much does it. But there are four other &quot;Major World Religions&quot; that are so completely intertwined that even after spending an hour on Google and Wikipedia, I&apos;m still not sure I can really peel them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinduism&quot;&gt;Hinduism&lt;/a&gt;: The first religion (of the ones I&apos;ve listed so far), which apparently doesn&apos;t have a single defining ANYTHING that ties all sects together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism&quot;&gt;Buddhism&lt;/a&gt;: Evolved from Hinduism, and basically deals with Karma and Enlightenment, and says that you should meditate, eat good food and be good to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confucianism&quot;&gt;Confucianism&lt;/a&gt;: (If I&apos;ve read correctly) evolved from Buddhism, isn&apos;t really a religion but more a way of life, and says that you should learn, eat good food, improve the body, and be good to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taoism&quot;&gt;Taoism&lt;/a&gt;: Deals with chi or energy, and generally improving yourself and being good to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s if I&apos;ve interpreted all the data I&apos;ve found correctly, and that&apos;s such a gross over-simplification that I don&apos;t even know if I&apos;m doing them justice. I mean, for those of us who are very familiar with Christianity, there&apos;s an ENORMOUS difference between a Catholic and a Mormon, and I don&apos;t know if someone from outside this vantage point would understand the subtle differences, but I could really sum up even those differences in just a few sentences. The Asian religions seem so completely complicated and intertwined that they might as well all be denominations of the same religion. Sure they all have their own gods (or none, in the case of Confucianism) but! The Catholics &quot;worship&quot; The Virgin Mary and the Saints, which most other Christians will tell you is the epitome of sacrilegious behavior. With all the diversity among Christians, there&apos;s still an underlying concept that defines the whole shebang. And, again I may be missing major points from the Asian religions, but it seems like they don&apos;t really conflict with each other. You could be one and still be another and another. For instance, you certainly can NOT be both a Christian and a Jew (Is &quot;jew&quot; a bad word? Is it automatically derogatory?) and you really really cannot also be Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course we have my favorite: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paganism&quot;&gt;Paganism&lt;/a&gt;. Paganism being the easiest, I suppose, because &quot;It&apos;s not a religion, it just means the worshiping of more than one god.&quot; At least, when you&apos;re talking about Paganism being a religion and not its ancient, original meaning of &quot;redneck&quot;. The Greek Pantheon, which was heavily borrowed from to create the Roman pantheon.. the Egyptian pantheon, the Norse pantheon, ... am I missing any other major pantheons? I&apos;ll feel stupid if I am. All of those even have an underlying theme - that is, the gods are pretty much like people, with all the same faults and virtues, they&apos;re just a lot more powerful. And then there&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca&quot;&gt;Wicca&lt;/a&gt;, which is just kindof a nature religion, without a specific pantheon. Paganism is the epitome of &quot;A whole buncha crap thrown together and made magical&quot; .. while the only thread I can string through the Asian religions (with perhaps the exception of Hinduism) is &quot;A whole buncha crap thrown together and not made magical, but not really scientific either&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, any input that anyone has on anything in here is much appreciated. I don&apos;t really know where I&apos;m going with this. Summaries or common themes that I&apos;m missing would be appreciated. And all kinds of discussion are welcome, as long as you follow this rule: &lt;b&gt;This is not a discussion on what you believe to be &quot;true&quot; or &quot;right&quot; - this is a discussion on the definitions and concepts that make up specific religions.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, YAY! I just realized I can use my Goddess userpic for this entry! I haven&apos;t had a reason to use it before! ^_^ (This entry is currently temporary, but if we get a really good discussion going, I&apos;ll make it perma.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 16:54:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dr. Who Poll</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t posted in a while, I&apos;ve been distracted. I&apos;m chatting in the relative safety of Sonia&apos;s thread on Gaia, and having fun playing with my avatar. It turns out a monthly-item I bought back in 2004, which I didn&apos;t really like very much, is now worth nearly 750,000 gold, so I sold it. I used part of the gold to buy a bunch of newer items that I like very much, so now I&apos;m having fun dressing up my avatar with COOL stuff, instead of boring stuff. I even made a little avatar pic for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;nonagoddess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nonagoddess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nonagoddess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nonagoddess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;which she has uploaded as her default LJ pic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wanted to post a Dr. Who poll, but since she has a basic account she can&apos;t, so I said I&apos;d do it for her. So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Please keep in mind we&apos;re still watching the third season of David Tennant in the U.S. right now, if something could potentially be spoiled, please don&apos;t spoil it! (Specifically whether or not The Master actually comes back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I&apos;m sorry I didn&apos;t include all of the companions as choices, but there are 35 of them! So just write in your favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;LJpoll&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1032257&quot;&gt;View Poll: NonaGoddess&apos;s Dr Who Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 13:00:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Teh Happies!</title>
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  <description>Two years ago today I went to the Green Iguana in Tampa. I was still working midnights, so I could only hang out for a few hours, and then had to head into work. Mel, my soon-to-be-ex-husband&apos;s new fiancee, introduced me to a man who has changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Wednesday. He bought me about six Stoli-O and Redbulls (at $10 each). I did a handstand for him, right there at the outside bar, to prove to him that I really have no shame. I banged my shins on the railing as I came back down. We talked about Quantum Mechanics. He pinned me to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wear a collar, and last night we were still talking about Quantum Mechanics. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 14:14:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Worldview &amp; Webview</title>
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  <description>As defined by dictionary dot com: world•view (wûrld&apos;vyōō&apos;) &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;   In both senses also called Weltanschauung(1). &lt;br /&gt;- The overall perspective from which one sees and interprets the world. &lt;br /&gt;- A collection of beliefs about life and the universe held by an individual or a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master defined it as &quot;the reality a person lives in&quot;. We create our own realities, both in the literal sense (everything you do has consequences for your future) and in the figurative sense (perception is reality). I think both are equally important in defining your reality. &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia has some interesting things to say about worldviews, namely that our language(2) and various other things can affect our perception of the world. I got to thinking about it this morning because a person&apos;s worldview can be so totally different than someone else&apos;s... it&apos;s so dependant on how you were raised, where you&apos;ve been and what you&apos;ve taken the time to learn. Several years ago I worked with someone who had never left the limits of the city of Clearwater, in her whole life, and she was at least 30. Talk about a narrow world view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about webview? I think a person&apos;s worldview and webview are probably pretty similar, since the things that affect your worldview are going to also affect your webview and the things that affect your webview will also affect your worldview. But no one has ever talked about webview before. It&apos;s a concept that came to me this morning. There are many people who surf the internet all over the place, view sites, read news, and generally have very intimate knowledge of how to get around on the web, but have never &quot;socialized&quot; online before. They&apos;ve never chatted in chatrooms, never posted on forums, never participated in blogs. And then there are people who do nothing &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; socialize online, either through myspace or deviantart or what have you. Generally people who socialize online also have an intimate knowledge of how to surf the web, after all I&apos;m sure they all visit each other&apos;s sites/pages/profiles, share art and so on. But some of the people who choose to socialize online never really use the web for anything else, like news or research. And of course, among each category there are people who use every avenue at their disposal to do what they do, such as the person who visits several different travel sites to plan a vacation (Hi Mom!) or the people who chat on several different forums that span a range of interests, and then there are people who stick to one or a few very similar sites, and have a really narrow webview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, someone who has only ever socialized on sites like Neopets, Gaia, and Myspace is going to have a certain standard of communication that is affected by those environments, that is, lean toward an uneducated/immature(3) method of communication. These sites are geared toward teeny-boppers and teens, after all. Then there are some communities within those sites, and then other areas of communication (such as news blogs, political blogs, dedicated chatrooms, etc.) in which the method of communication will generally tend to be more mature and informed. Of course, there are exceptions in both cases, and you&apos;re always going to be able to find at least one asshat in every corner of the web, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have all kinds of combinations. There are people with narrow worldviews but expanded webviews, and perhaps an expanded webview can help expand the worldview as well. If you read world news online, you&apos;re going to be more informed and it will probably change your worldview too. There are people with expanded worldviews and narrow webviews. And then everything in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the concepts of worldview and webview are very important when dealing with other people. Priorities will be different, perception will be different, and opinions will be different. A conversation between a narrow-viewed person and an expanded-view person would be very frustrating to both parties involved. The &quot;Narrow Person&quot; would be wondering why the other person can&apos;t just see things their way, and the &quot;Expanded Person&quot; would place less value on the opinion of someone who, in the mind of the &quot;Expanded Person&quot;, has their head up their ass. If you know many things about many things, how can you have an intelligent conversation with someone who has never experienced what you&apos;re talking about? And if you&apos;ve only experienced a few things, how can you put things in the same perspective as someone who has been all over the place? It&apos;s literally like you&apos;re from two different planets, because if your worldview/webview affects your reality, those realities can be so different as to be incompatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole concept has enormous ramifications for our personal relationships. If your worldview is wholly different than someone else, you&apos;re probably not going to get along. In fact, I think you&apos;re definitely not going to get along. It seems to me (please, someone correct me if I&apos;m off base here) that people with narrow world/webviews tend to live in a self-centric reality. Because they&apos;ve never experienced anything else, everything really is all about them. And here&apos;s the thing: I&apos;ve known people with self-centric realities who have traveled the world, and still managed to keep an exceptionally narrow worldview.(4) So I think it also takes an open mind, a willingness to incorporate as many things into your perception as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I look at life as a vast ocean, and we&apos;re all floating on it. Some of us row with determined strokes toward some goal on the horizon, some people float around with their eyes on the sky and their feet dangling in the water. Sometimes currents take us somewhere, and sometimes we control our own destiny. But I think the wider your worldview, the more you try to incorporate in it, the more you can see on the ocean of life. You&apos;ll know where the currents are, and where they lead, you&apos;ll know how to better control your movement through that ocean and those currents, and you&apos;ll be able to identify where other people are and how to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who speaks german, how do you pronounce &quot;Weltanschauung&quot;? Wikipedia has a pronunciation guide, but &quot;ˈvɛlt.anˌʃaʊ.ʊŋ]&quot; doesn&apos;t come off as easier to pronounce to me. I&apos;m guessing &quot;VELT-en-schoong&quot; but I&apos;m totally guessing there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I knew this, I just hadn&apos;t put much thought into it until people started referencing 1984 in various conversations about language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not by any means insinuating that uneducated or immature are degrading in any way, a teenager by definition is &lt;i&gt;generally&lt;/i&gt; going to be less educated and less mature than an adult. It&apos;s just a matter of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In my experience these people have all been very, very right-winged republicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t really have a solid point that I&apos;m trying to make, this is just what&apos;s been running through my mind all morning. Thoughts and feedback are very welcome!</description>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.coloden.com/upload/todd.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.miketyndall.com/todd_goldman/&quot;&gt;This kind of stuff&lt;/a&gt; confuses me as much as it angers me. I know it&apos;s been going around for awhile but it shouldn&apos;t be old news until it stops. (and a &lt;a href=&quot;http://sirive.livejournal.com/146743.html&quot;&gt;list of unrelated links&lt;/a&gt;)</description>
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  <title>European Vacation, March 2007</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR PHOTOS FROM THIS VACATION, &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kwsapphire/gallery/0005q2gb&quot;&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation journal is very long, but hopefully it&apos;s a fun read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My adventure began several weeks before my actual vacation.  Buying my first set of ski clothes, especially since I’ve never skied, and only even seen snow twice, was an ordeal in and of itself.  Then the week prior to departure was carefully planned and filled with last minute preparations.  Unfortunately, despite attention to every conceivable detail, things did not go exactly as I’d planned. Things started out easily enough.  Everything I wanted to pack did indeed fit into one duffel bag (with careful space management), even if it does weigh over 30 pounds, and as Will pointed out several times, has no wheels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, March 8th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will picked me up from work and we were at his house waiting when Shon and Bill (Will’s dad) showed up, Bill was kind enough to drive us to the airport.  Thankfully we’d given ourselves plenty of time, because I275 was apparently a parking lot. Our alternate route put us at the check-in desk with plenty of time to spare.  We attempted to check in via an annoying automated machine which kept counting down from 30 seconds every time you touched the screen.  Apparently those who wrote the software felt that 30 seconds of inactivity meant you were no longer interested in boarding your flight. And despite the best efforts of Shon, Will and myself to appease the god of half minutes, the kiosk still died before we could complete the final steps. Thus we began the process again with a human this time, while an airline representative rebooted the kiosk. And I do quite literally mean “rebooted” as, upon opening the machine, we saw that the software was actually just running on a p.c. with windows XP.  We were even greeted with the familiar windows startup noise. The human check-in process was mostly painless, and we were soon on our way to the terminal.  It should here be noted that I am rather spoiled.  The Tampa airport is consistently rated among the top airports in the world.  Everything is easy to get to, no terminal is ever far away, even the security checkpoint (with a deceptively long line) moved rather quickly.  We were, however, forced to watch several minutes of commercials on the plane before they’d take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight left on time and we were in Philadelphia within a scant 2.5 hours.  The airport at Philly?  Not so much.  The Philly airport has five concourses: A-D and F.  I don’t know why they skipped “E” unless they are trying to match the equally absurd American grading system.  Even more irritating is the distance one must travel when one is changing planes.  We landed in concourse C.  The poor folks who had connecting flights in concourse F had to take a shuttle bus.  Keep in mind the outside temperature in Philly was 35 degrees F.  We were slightly more fortunate to connect in concourse A, a measly twenty minute jaunt down what seemed to be an endless hall.  Will and Shon insisted on going to smoke, willing to brave the insane security checkpoint to come back in.  I went ahead to our gate and read.  It took them a full hour to catch up to me, a testament to the length of the security line.  My choice of reading material was excellent if I do say so, Bill Bryson’s Walkabout.  It’s actually two books, the first being his recount of hiking the Appalachian Trail.  I found it interesting that throughout my adventure so far, his own tale seemed to be mirroring mine, though my journey was filled with far less hardship and peril.  We had managed to secure buffalo chicken strips in Tampa, but I was (of course) hungry by the time we were in Philly.  My dinner was comprised of bruschetta (with what must have been an entire bulb of garlic) and a couple of shots of apple rum.  Just as we were about to board, Will realized he’d misplaced his boarding pass.  After a slight panic, the staff assured us that his e-ticket was easily replaced. Crisis averted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d expected the flight to be nine hours.  Then the pilot announced that we’d be in the air for six and a half.  Of course, we took off thirty minutes late, and were in flight for another additional thirty minutes, so we finally got off the plane at close to 4am eastern.  I’d never been on a plane for so long.  Will and Shon were able to doze, however the only parts of me that managed to stay asleep for more than twenty minutes at a time were my ass and my feet.  Will kept commenting afterward that I was not only fitful, but I was also vocally portraying my malcontent with sighs and grunts aplenty.  I did get some reading done, but the going was slow, due to the fact that most of the lights were dimmed so that people could sleep.  When once I accidentally turned on my overhead light I quickly decided that I’d better read without it, unless I wanted a dozen sleepy, angry passengers throwing blunt objects at my head.  (It was bright.)  We landed without fanfare and disembarked, noting that it looked as if a tornado had scattered the plane’s contents onto the floor.  Courtesy blankets and pillows, trash, magazines and more were strewn about on nearly every horizontal surface.  Customs and baggage claim were quite uneventful and we soon found Lance waiting to pick us up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 9th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons why I’m very happy to not have been in the list of people expected to drive on this trip.  Chief among those reasons is my fear of driving a manual… the last time I drove stick I was rear-ended in a very messy accident.  Other reasons include (but are not limited to): It’s a foreign car (as in, not mine), I’ve never driven on ice (there wasn’t much around at that moment, but that changed on the mountain), and Europeans drive like maniacs on very narrow streets.  Now then, once we got to Lance’s house, all my careful planning jumped summarily out the window.  The Euro power converter apparently corrected for amps but not volts, or something, and so my laptop’s power cord, already slightly damaged by doggy teeth, began to smoke and spit flame in a startlingly violent manner.  Oh well, I needed to spend $80 to get another power cord anyway, but that simple act rendered dragging my laptop across the Atlantic completely moot.  Also, my $10 bottle of Cassis Rose shower gel decided to spew its contents all over my toiletries bag, also creating two large goop-marks on my duffel.  I gave up and took a shower.  Quite nice to wash off the stink I was quickly building.  Luckily Lance has an exceptionally effective drying rack, so I was able to wash my toiletries bag and my pullover and in short order they were dry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next order of business was to secure food.  At least enough for the next day or so.  I was happily amused to learn that in Holland you can actually still go to separate stores for different items.  The butcher, the produce market, and so on.  I was even able to get a curry.  I vaguely remember stuffing my face before wandering upstairs to pass out.  Finally I got an honest two hours of sleep in a horizontal position.  Lance called us down to dinner after a couple of hours.  Lance’s wife Ivanka was home and there were positively piles of Chinese food on the table.  Will insists that he doesn’t like Chinese food. I understand disliking MSG, but he wouldn’t admit to liking the Chinese food on the table, so he just insisted it wasn’t Chinese food.  The discussion turned to what music we would be listening to on the eleven hour road trip facing us the following day.  The tastes around the table varied from urban to country.  Suddenly we realized there was a snag of some importance:  What music could we play that wouldn’t drive one of the passengers to stab themselves repeatedly?  Through quite a long discussion we discovered that I use the term urban to encompass far more music than Lance, to include quite a lot that he liked, and he was using the term county to cover a far broader spectrum, including quite a large amount of music that I love.  We were soon listening to bluegrass and Gaelic/Irish folk (neither of which do I place in the category of country).  Unfortunately Lance’s computer vehemently refused to play any of the urban that I tried to share, randomly refusing to load pages from both Yahoo music and Amazon. We continued listening to various forms of music for several hours, and then settled in to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  Shon and Lance only made it perhaps half way thought the movie before beginning to drift in and out of consciousness.  At several points Will and I were treated to stereo snoring.  Even more amusing was the gusto with which they slept, calling their names and smacking them (on the knee, of course) was often not enough to wake them.  Once the movie was over, Lance declared that we had three hours to sleep, for we were to depart at 5am.  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, March 10th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know this vacation was going to be so regimented.  Apparently my ski lessons were to begin every morning at 7, according to Shon and Lance.  Granted, I wake up at 6am every day, but usually on vacation I like to sleep in.  And to top it off our eleven hour drive was to be accomplished in a small Italian car.  It was on this drive that I finally started to break down from fatigue.  It started out well enough, as things always do.  However you must remember I’d been awake since 6am eastern on Thursday the 8th.  By this point it was just after midnight on the morning of Saturday the 10th, and all I’d had was a few naps totaling perhaps 5 hours of sleep.  You can live on it, but it wasn’t long before I snapped.  It had been cramped on the plane, but the car was ten times worse.  I fidgeted and fretted and tossed and squirmed.  When Will finally poked fun at my restlessness I broke down into tears.  Luckily reason took back over fairly quickly, but Will didn’t poke fun at me again.  It was Will’s turn to drive when we got to Metz, France, around 11am Holland time (six hours ahead of eastern).  This meant it was my turn to be the navigator (and sit in the front seat).  It was our duty to get us to Nancy, then Dijon, where someone else would take over to Lyon.  Some interesting things I noticed while navigating the French countryside:  If I’d been drugged at home, flown over to Europe, plopped in a car and then woke up, it would probably take me a while to figure out where I was.  The houses are closely spaced and quaintly old, which combined with the bare trees and hilly terrain reminds me of New England.  The large open fields with cows grazing is much like Florida, if not for the rolling hills, and the open farmland is like nothing I remember driving through, but I’d suppose they were reminiscent of the Midwest.  In fact, the only thing that suggests you are indeed in another country are the oddly shaped speed limit signs, and the distance-to signs all list French cities.  That’s it.  Even the clouds remind me of the kinds of clouds I see at home; they just seemed a bit closer.  (To clarify, different regions in the States have different clouds that are typical for the region.  Florida gets great fluffy clouds that are flat on the bottom.  New England’s clouds are flat and wispy.  Los Angeles just has one big smog cloud.)  So I didn’t really start with any expectations about what Europe would look like, but I didn’t think it would look so much like home.  Even Will looked out across the great green fields and chuckled, “Looks like Windows.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France also lists the cities backwards on most of the signs.  In the States, signs list the cities and their distance with the closest city first, that is, on top, farther cities then get put below.  This makes sense: we start reading at the top of the page, and you’d want to be able to see which city you’re actually approaching.  In France, the farthest city is listed first, though not all the time.  I just can’t imagine why they’d do this.  And as much discussion as was devoted to music for the journey, we didn’t start listening to anything until seven and a half hours into the trip (everyone had been trying to sleep).  Will and I tried to convince everyone that we should remain up front for more of the trip, but Lance took over driving north of Lyon as planned.  Shon went up to be the navigator, and yet Will, Ivanka and I had to keep looking at the map from the back seat to explain where we were, where we were going, and how we should get there.   We kept thinking we’d taken the wrong roads, but miraculously we remained on course (for a while). Unfortunately I learned that Lance and Ivanka are incapable of completing any kind of road trip without getting lost at least once, but more on that later.  The discussion had turned o Paris, and whether or not the city still stunk.  Shon pointed out that all of Europe smells of CO2.  Will and I corrected him, both carbon dioxide and monoxide are odorless.  Apparently this pushed the right button and so before we even got to the chalet, Shon was already upset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove for nine hours before we saw the first mountain off in the distance.  Then we hit a traffic jam.  We stopped to stretch and change out drivers to Ivanka this time, because being a passenger in the mountains made her ill.  Never mind that the mountains were still off on the horizon.  An hour into the traffic jam we thought we’d found the source:  someone on the other side of the road had broken down and was getting a push.  He wasn’t blocking traffic on his own side of the road, let alone ours, but that’s rubbernecking for you.  We barely made it back up to a respectable speed when traffic again came to a stop.  And I literally mean “came to a stop.”  People started getting out of their cars to stretch and smoke.  Traffic intermittently crawled and parked.  We saw several ambulances and security vehicles drive by, and wondered if someone had set off a bomb in the tunnel we hoped we were approaching, or if perhaps France had gone to war with Italy.  We made it up to a good clip a few more times, and slowed again, until finally traffic cleared at Chambery.  We never saw signs of an accident, only emergency vehicles coming back the other way.  We were also getting bewildered looks from nearly every car in the vicinity.  This probably had a log to do with the t-shirt hanging out of the window.  You see, the luggage rack on top of the car had somehow caused the driver door to become unable to close properly, thus high speeds caused a loud whistling noise.  To prevent this, we’d drape a folded shirt over to top of the door and slam it shut. We all agreed that the flutter of the shirt in the wind was far more tolerable than the howl.  We stopped near Albertville to stretch, and it was decided that I should sit up front with Ivanka, since I was as prone to car sickness as she.  We wound up the mountain avoiding reckless drivers and finally made it to the lodge around 9 (Holland time), too late to get out skis, too late to buy liquor, too late to get a seat at the restaurant. Cold, tired, cranky, hungry and snipping at each other, we were directed by reception to the Igloo Shack beyond the pub for pizza, hot dogs, burgers and so on.  The food was surprisingly fresh and well made, a testament to the French I suppose.  However this is when my body finally quit on me.  My stomach had been hurting, but I’d been attributing the pain to hunger.  The pain built until, at the restaurant, I doubled over, tears streaking down my face.  Will had to walk me back up to the apartment.  Laying down took away most of the pain, and so it was that I went to bed some time around 11, and finally got a proper night’s sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, March 11th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance’s brother Zac, sister Kellee and her friend Yvonne arrived sometime during the night.  When I woke up the stomach pain had gone, though actually standing up brought its ghost back.  Luckily this time it really was caused by hunger, and some bread and cheese chased it off.  Then it was down to the ski shop to procure boots, skis and poles.  My class was actually due to start at 9:15 (because Lance and Shon, and Zac and Will for that matter, feel the need to pull your leg before telling you the truth), but given that the shop didn’t open until 8:30, I couldn’t make the morning class. Think what you may, but forty five minutes is not enough time to get eight people’s equipment, let alone get on a bus and get down to the slopes.  Luckily a second class was scheduled to start at 2:30 in the afternoon, so for the morning Will and I went up a small lift and then down the mountain.  Will apologized several times for not being a good instructor, but he was an excellent teacher, he just taught me fairly advanced techniques.  I was heading down what I considered to be a large, steep slope for a beginner.  Mostly my problem was that I was unafraid.  Zooming down the mountain at extremely high speeds didn’t intimidate me in the slightest, but that meant I had no control at all.  Sometimes I could turn, much to the amazement of my more experienced companions. I even had good form.  But just as often (or more) I fell instead.  This would be the beginning of fairly large bruises on my hips, ass, knees and shins.  All the muscle training I did before I left meant that my thighs were up to the challenge.  My back, however, was screaming at me for the rest of the night.  We met for lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me relate a few more things about Europe:  Ice is against the law.  You may not have ice in your drink, ever.  If you manage to get someone to give you ice, they will give you two ice cubes at most.  Also, nothing in Europe (as far as food goes) is like food in America.  Even something so simple as nachos or pizza is completely unlike anything in the States.  So be prepared to have an open mind as far as food goes.  And the bathrooms? Most public toilets don’t have what we’d call a “seat” - they’re more like what American women fall into in the middle of the night if there’s an inconsiderate male in the house.  Also, Europe seems to dislike the levers and switches of which we’re so fond.  Lights are turned on and off from the wall via a rectangular panel that you tap at the top or the bottom, and toilet flushers are buttons on the wall.  There may even be two buttons, for varying levels of flush.  So your food selection isn’t the only thing you’re going to need to be open minded about.  Now then, the lessons.  Kellee and I decided to stick together, since our skill level seemed somewhat compatible, that is, we fell a lot.  We started out with the beginners’ class.  The instructor said that he would explain how to walk in skis, put them on, et cetera.  Well, maybe we should move on to the level one class, we thought.  This instructor sent us up a small hill and then asked us to “snow plow” back.  If you’re not familiar with skiing, snow plowing means pointing your skis in a wedge downhill to slow your descent.  We then had to go back up and do it again, this time incorporating turns.  Again I fell on my ass. Our instructor was thoroughly unimpressed, and passed me off to another instructor named Bruno.  Bruno’s class was all about plowing snow.  Bruno took us off to a small hill farther down the mountain.  It was such a gradual slope that no one of any skill ever skis there, and we therefore didn’t have to worry about getting in the way of more experienced skiers.  And thus, we snow plowed.  Over and over.  I understand the need to control your descent, however after a few times I’d gotten the hang of it.  I started to get fairly frustrated, and wondered if the classes were going to be a total waste of money.  Thankfully, Bruno tried to spend a little personal time with each student, and so in time he asked me how I was doing.  I told him I’d been skiing on the larger slope all morning, and that I could go down the hill just fine.  I could even turn right by that point, but I was having issues turning left.  So he showed me how to turn by leaning my body as if I were reaching for something.  Suddenly I could turn left, and the snow plowing had taught me a greater level of control.  I continued to practice this technique, and the lesson actually seemed to have done a world of good.  I wondered how effective this method would be on steeper slopes, though.  I was exhausted by the end of class, right about 5pm.  I could barely walk.  I was panting and had to take frequent breaks.  I also had to find the bus back to the apartment.  In case anyone who doesn’t know me is reading this, I have a terrible sense of direction.  When I pull off the interstate for gas, I have to be careful to remember which way I turn.  I carry maps with me on any given regular day, so to be lead all over the slopes (I’d never been skiing before, did I mention that?) in a foreign country was disorienting to say the least.  Combine that with total exhaustion and I was about to break down.  I wandered in the general direction I thought might be accurate, trying to use landmarks I’d seen during the day.  This task was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that I’d left my glasses in the room.  I can’t read anything more than five feet away.  I can see, but I can’t read at a distance.  I managed to find the bus station, but then nearly panicked as we approached every stop, because I couldn’t read the signs.  And at every stop I’d ask “What stop is this?” and people would just stare.  I even heard some conversations in English, people just didn’t want to answer.  I began asking “Alpages?” (the name of our lodge) and people still just stared.  Finally a woman announced at the next stop, “Alpages!” and she pointed.  “Merci!” I gushed, nearly to the point of tears.  Finally almost home, I puffed and panted up the drive and made it to the room.  I felt grumpy and betrayed, alone and achy.  I did finally manage to take a hot bath and wash away the dirty day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had home cooked spaghetti (with a mixture of three canned sauces and other ingredients thrown in) and salad (unlike American salad, because apparently iceberg lettuce is outlawed right along with ice) and France’s version of ranch dressing.  The food was welcome, regardless of it’s lack of resemblance to my beloved American food.  After dinner it was time for Texas Hold’em.  Will had been trying to convince me to play this game for weeks before the vacation itself.  Texas Hold’em is one of the most tedious and boring games I can possibly think of being forced to play, so Lance, Zac, Yvonne, Will and Shon played, and Ivanka, Kellee and I chatted on the couch.  I didn’t last long.  By shortly after 9pm, thoughts of a warm, soft bed tempted me beyond resisting.  Still I read for two hours until Will came to bed.  Mind you, Will and I had out private fun on this trip, but I won’t go into details. It’s “private fun” for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, March 12th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** So, Monday morning went a whole lot better than Sunday.  We already had our gear so we had time to eat a breakfast of bread and cheese and still make the morning classes.  Again Kellee and I went to the level one class where the instructor, Kristoff, the same guy who had passed me off to Bruno the day prior, nearly tried to do so again.  Perhaps it was the pleading look on my face, but thankfully he decided to let me try with his class again.  We did some snow plowing and turns, my control was getting very good, and then he started teaching us to keep our skis parallel more often.  You see, depending on how you snow plow, various muscles in your legs and ass start to burn rather fiercely.  Running parallel will allow your legs, or at least one of them, to rest.  My favorite part of the day was when we came to a relatively steep slope, which then sloped back upwards rather sharply.  This allowed the braver among us to race down the hill with as much speed as we could muster, with plenty of uphill slope to steal the momentum.  I think it was here that I finally impressed Kristoff.  All of the other students, most far better and more skilled than I, remained upright and only built moderate speed.  I waited to go last, bent my knees, tucked my poles and raced down as fast as my skis allowed.  Kellee and I stuck with an English woman named Nikki, since the three of us were the only non-French speakers in the class (out of about a dozen students).  By lunch time I was rather proud of my progress.  Once again the eight of us gathered for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to get the European equivalent of “a lot” of ice, i.e. about six ice cubes.  You see, the drinks start out cold enough, but by the time you get to the bottom, they’re warm. I like for my drink to be cold the entire time I’m drinking it, hence the ice.  After lunch, Will and I decided to ski one of the longest “green” (very easy) slopes called La Violette.  He was too tired to ski anything tougher, and I wasn’t confident enough.  However Will was so impressed with my improvement that he insisted we ski the blue slope (easy) named Boyes back to the lodge.  I only acquiesced because he promised it was easier (and less painful) than taking the bus.  Oddly enough, our shins were exceptionally bruised, and walking was terribly painful, but the pain went away as soon as we put on our skis.  So I much preferred the idea of skiing back.  We faced three of the hardest conditions on the slopes: slush, ice and crowds.  However I still managed to do a good job of it, and we were literally able to ski right up to the ski lockers.  Let me tell you, after a day in ski boots, whatever shoes you put on afterward will be the most comfortable shoes you’ve ever worn.  We had a short dip in the pool, and then I took another relaxing bath, which I realized would become a staple of the stay.  Also, most European showers don’t have shower curtains, so a bath prevented flooding the bathroom.  After I’d washed the grime of the day away, Will and I walked to the small store above the ski shop.  I picked up souvenirs for those who had asked for them (a postcard for my mom, a French newspaper for a coworker) and we bought foodstuffs, wine and other supplies.  The apartment (as Europeans call the lodge or suite) came with one roll of toilet paper, one trash bag, and no napkins or paper towels. Obviously that doesn’t last long with eight people, especially when six of them are Americans and one is a defected American (Lance moved to Amsterdam to marry Ivanka). Lance and Ivanka set about cooking a traditional Dutch dinner called Stamp Pot, which sounds something like Stolmp Polt when pronounced by a Dutch woman.  It is so named because you stamp (or mash) everything into a pot, in this case potatoes, endives, sausage and gravy.  Unfortunately my stomach pain chose “right before dinner” to make an encore appearance.  The food was certainly tasty, but I wolfed it down more out of a desire to go to bed.  By the time I cleared my plate the pain had built up to about half it’s previous level, so I excused myself and went to bed.  This was at 7:30.  For two hours I drifted in and out of sleep to the sounds of Texas Hold’em.  My stomach pain had finally stopped (and Will had lost his last hand) so I went out to join the crowd.  I ate some red bell peppers and Tzatziki and watched Lance and Shon battle out the final rounds of the game.  After Shon finally won (much to Ivanka’s relief, for she’d been trying to film the last moments of the game for thirty minutes) most people decided to go to bed.  Here is where my night took an unfortunate turn for the worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance, Shon and Will had all warned me in advance that Zac possessed a remarkable ability to piss people off.  In the two discussions I’d so far had with him, he’d proven two things:  He states his opinion as if it was fact, and he will talk about things he knows little or nothing about as if he is an authority.  On the previous two occasions I’d been able to walk away (or ski off, as it were), but this time his voice echoed through the apartment.  I kept trying to walk away but he continued to go on and on as some kind of authority on lawyers and law.  Keep in mind my experience with him up until this point left me with every reason to believe that he was pulling information out of his ass and expecting us to swallow it.  I didn’t realize he was actually studying law.  Why should I have given him credit? He’d already proven to have a closed mind and an open mouth.  I’ll give examples to prove my point.  If you start reading up on global climate change, one of the very first things you will learn is that global warming and global cooling are very intricately related.  One can very easily (and nearly always does) lead to the other.  Anyone who scoffs at the dichotomy between the two and declares that there is nothing to worry about is quite literally an idiot on the subject.  The only real debate is whether or not humans can affect change in either direction.  It was precisely of this conversation that I had no respect for anything that came out of Zac’s mouth.  In another conversation he stated that Hilary Clinton was the only person with the slightest chance of getting the democratic nomination for president, because she’d buy out or silence any opposition, and that Barack Obama doesn’t stand a chance. All of this is moot conjecture at this point, of course, but he was vehemently demanding that his point of view was the only one with validity. Now, I enjoy having civil, adult discussions on a range of subjects.  In fact I participate in such heated conversations on a regular basis with a wide variety of people.  The difference between those conversations and this particular debate about the honesty or greed of lawyers is that most rational adults carry on an actual conversation.  That is, all parties get to say their piece.  The debate that takes place is based on a thorough understanding of the other person’s position.  Zac, on the other hand, defends his position by interrupting you before you have a chance to say something intelligent.  I literally didn’t get to finish one sentence, not one, during his oral diarrhea. (note below)  He was very likely correct in most of what he was saying, after all he is studying law specifically, but since he obviously spits opinion and untruths as fact one can never be sure.  What’s more, I prefer to be corrected when wrong, that’s the whole point of having any kind of discussion in the first place, however given that I couldn’t get a word in edge-wise, I was rather frustrated at being called “wrong” before I’d even made my point.  I got more and more upset before storming off, muttering “self righteous sonofabitch” under my breath.  This sent Lance down the hall after me, finger in the air ready to start blowing up on me (he was defending his brother after all) but Will stopped him in his tracks.  Kellee tried to convince me that Lance and Zac were both just “like that” and she’d often been in exactly my position.  Will was just disappointed that I’d let someone affect me so deeply.  Fuming and very much wanting to be away from people, I grabbed my jacket and went for a walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Will pointed out that I am passionate about everything, and Zac is anything but passionate. And when someone who is dispassionate refuses to acknowledge someone else&apos;s passion, they come off looking like a jerk. This is not something of which I was personally consciously aware, but perhaps that influenced me as well. It is also worthy to note that Zac was completely non-confrontational for the rest of the week, and regardless of the incident I do not think ill of him. I just guard myself against anything he touts as knowledge. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice two things on the Alps at night, and probably every other ski resort though I don’t know first hand.  The slopes must prepare for the next day’s skiing by producing snow if none has fallen. None had fallen, so large snow cannons shot frozen water into the air for several hours every evening. Then large snow plows, or Snow Tanks as we all called them, smoothed out the slopes for better skiing.  We’d seen these monstrous machines, headlights beaming, traversing the mountains each night. Will insisted they were twice as big as tanks, and Shon stated that they stayed on the mountains without slipping via their weight and their tank-like treads.  I insisted that weight alone was not enough to keep something from sliding down the mountain, and I wanted to see these machines for myself, so I decided to wander down the Boyes slope to see if I could get a closer look.  Standing out in the open air was fairly chilly, so I kept running back to the outside (but covered) dining area of the pub.  Finally I thought I heard one approaching so I jogged down the slope.  The Snow Tank slowed and actually stopped and opened the door. I ran up, excited.  “I wanted to see!” I yelled into the cabin.  The driver motioned me for to climb up and join him.  He didn’t speak any English, but I speak very broken French, enough to say “thank you” and ask some very simple questions.  He went up the Boyes slope and then flipped a switch which swung a long arm from one side of the tank to the other.  He then hopped out and jammed a yellow plastic tu