<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165</id><updated>2011-09-19T18:57:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TheListLess</title><subtitle type='html'>where lethargy rules and posting is sporadic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-109226076049520957</id><published>2004-08-11T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:46:00.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cribblog.blogs.com/cribb/utter_coolness/index.html"&gt;the C.R.I.B.B. blog: Utter Coolness&lt;/a&gt;: "Cop the style of Funk Master Flex with these turntables over at doubleface 3. Drag and drop different vinyls of loops and scratches and place them on the turntable. You can even do that cool sratchy thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.izemc.com/thecat/doubleface/"&gt;Doubleface 3 Turntables&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-109226076049520957?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109226076049520957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109226076049520957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109226076049520957' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-109226055148040456</id><published>2004-08-11T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:42:31.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tekzoned.com/hand/"&gt;www.tekzoned.com - Fastest Handwriting in the West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-109226055148040456?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109226055148040456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109226055148040456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109226055148040456' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-109200926347509611</id><published>2004-08-08T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T18:54:23.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Lung Cancer Study accepting participants University of Cincinnati College of Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allheadlinenews.com/cgi-bin/news/news.cgi?id=4367859837"&gt;Family Lung Cancer Study accepting participants University of Cincinnati College of Medicine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medicalnewstoday.com - Aug 8 2004 16:33:40 GMT&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.allheadlinenews.com/cgi-bin/news/news.cgi?category="&gt;All Headline News -  News and Headlines&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-109200926347509611?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109200926347509611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/109200926347509611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109200926347509611' title='Family Lung Cancer Study accepting participants University of Cincinnati College of Medicine'/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-107541980276801704</id><published>2004-01-29T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:44:57.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/colormap?visited=ALAZARCACOCTDCDEFLGAIDILKSLAMEMDMAMSMOMTNENVNHNJNMNYNCOHOKORPARITNTXUTVTVAWAWVWY"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-107541980276801704?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107541980276801704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107541980276801704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541980276801704' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-107116431682294009</id><published>2003-12-11T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:39:23.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I was going to sleep and the radio was on the NPR station which plays classical music at night.  I had an idea for marketing the Symphony to a younger crowd.  Business Class.  There would be these pods essentially that could be configured with partitions to fit your group.  The pods would have leather recliners  (Furniture sponsor here) and multi-media touchscreen display that would allow you to see close-ups of the director, musicians and score.  Plus you could have the history of the piece and composer.  For those who are there under duress you could do a little browsing to see what the score of the ball-game was.  I think it would be a big hit with those who find sitting up while listening to classical music a bit much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-107116431682294009?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107116431682294009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107116431682294009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116431682294009' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-107109484022964715</id><published>2003-12-10T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:21:25.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt a slight shift in the coprorate weltanschauung today.  There were calculators on the fill-out-the-forms-here desk at my Bank Of America today.  It may just be a rogue bank manager, we will see in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-107109484022964715?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107109484022964715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107109484022964715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109484022964715' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-107039461145147470</id><published>2003-12-02T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:50:49.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say, I'm a joiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/president/gwbbio.es.html"&gt;Falta Desgraciada&lt;/a&gt;  Just in case the miserable failure tries to get the spanish vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-107039461145147470?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107039461145147470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/107039461145147470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039461145147470' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-90773801</id><published>2003-03-15T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T14:03:39.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just can not believe it.  UGH  I am getting old and crotchety.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/adayinthelife/1043304768_zroosevelt.JPG" border="0" alt="Roosevelt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Democrat - You believe that there should be a free&lt;br&gt;market which is reigned in by a modest state&lt;br&gt;beaurocracy.  You think that capitalism has&lt;br&gt;some good things, but that those it helps&lt;br&gt;should be obliged to help out their fellow man&lt;br&gt;a little.  Your historical role model is&lt;br&gt;Franklin Rosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/adayinthelife/quizzes/Which%20political%20sterotype%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which political sterotype are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-90773801?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90773801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90773801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90773801' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-90772631</id><published>2003-03-15T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:32:38.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I told you that I hat the new (although it is not new anymore) Raising Hell.  It just bugs me and it is not as funny as it was and well, that yahoo!picks business is old news.  Anyway, it is still worth checking for stories like &lt;a href="http://www.rhzine.com/archives/000425.php"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Obviously they don't remember the days of turning the living room into a mosh pit while listening to Metallica's Black Album. If they did, they wouldn't be calling Puddle of Mudd heavy metal."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-90772631?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90772631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90772631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90772631' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-90772399</id><published>2003-03-15T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:26:07.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!!!  That &lt;a href="http://www.jeffcoop.com/blog/archives/2003_03.html#001903"&gt;Iraqi Drone&lt;/a&gt; is made out of balsa wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-90772399?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90772399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90772399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90772399' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-90766180</id><published>2003-03-15T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T13:27:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.acerbia.com/000636.shtml"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was a hoot or should I say meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-90766180?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90766180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/90766180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90766180' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-88993811</id><published>2003-02-12T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T15:39:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must not have answered honestly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="200" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" bordercolor="#000080"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=verdana&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am the Natural Number&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=8&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I go with the flow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;_&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=verdana&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/eyecanspy/numberquiz"&gt;what number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/orsa"&gt;orsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-88993811?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/88993811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/88993811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88993811' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-87430565</id><published>2003-01-14T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T13:14:45.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fade Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in some bad movies there is this throw away shot near the beginning where they show some billboard or piece of trash on the ground that appears to be scenery but when you watch the movie a second time (or read the review) it turns out that one frame tells the whole story of the movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way to work I had one of those scenes in my movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling north on I-45 in the right lane and a van is doing a poor job of merging into my lane.  I have to slow down to 45 MPH so that we do not wreck.  There is one sticker on the van, and you know this sticker.  It is one of those oval stickers and the background is the stars and stripes and the foreground is &lt;b&gt;THESE COLORS DON'T RUN&lt;/b&gt;.  I could see the slightest hint of blue in the upper lefthand corner.  The rest of the colors had totally faded away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.usfca.edu/fac-staff/southerr/century.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Best American Essays of the Twentieth Century&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.smallpieces.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Small Pieces Loosely Joined&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and I have been thinking about how it does not matter what we do we are evolving anyway. This could just be a justification for me sitting on my a$$ for the last 36 years but I don't think so.  Just because I do not always choose to actively participate in maximizing my human potential does mean that I do not grow anyway.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing that sticker was like seeing how the movie is going to end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-87430565?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/87430565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/87430565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87430565' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-87127250</id><published>2003-01-08T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T14:14:07.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My worst fears &lt;a href="http://www.2600.com/news/view/article/1441"&gt;being realized&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I don't really care and I am really just happy that there is a new episode of the West Wing on tonight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-87127250?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/87127250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/87127250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87127250' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-86896111</id><published>2003-01-03T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T17:03:01.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Wow, I really want to read &lt;a href="http://www.muppetlabs.com/~breadbox/txt/al.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but I just can't do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-86896111?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/86896111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/86896111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86896111' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-86833584</id><published>2003-01-02T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T10:50:52.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;My kind of &lt;a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-86833584?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/86833584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/86833584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86833584' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-85064801</id><published>2002-11-25T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T12:16:59.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How I Know I Have A Bad Haircut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; My head looks like Frankenstein's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; At church yesterday Brenda said, "Nice Haricut"  ... ... ... wait for it ... ... ... "Stephanie".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; At work this morning no one has said anything, not even, "I see you got a haircut".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I will go back and give the gal another chance.  Her shop was nice and everyone who hangs out there is entertaining.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-85064801?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/85064801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/85064801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85064801' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-84888299</id><published>2002-11-21T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T15:24:47.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278675_ctionhands.jpg" border="0" alt="holding%20hands"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-84888299?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/84888299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/84888299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84888299' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-84724177</id><published>2002-11-18T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T15:19:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Harried Librarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came back from vacation to a new job and some serious committee work for church and I have yet to sit down and take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to talk about and so little time.  I am not very good at change, seemless transitioning is a major weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to help a customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-84724177?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/84724177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/84724177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84724177' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-81291070</id><published>2002-09-07T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T17:03:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;That was a $100 meal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Sept. 7th  Here:73  There: 86&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Boston to the beautiful site of a bed a shower and a remote control.  We ended up staying an extra night in Acadia.  It was really beautiful there.  We did some great hiking. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up to Bubble Rock the hard way. I almost did not make it.  I had to make a slight modification to the trail, it was like climbing a rock wall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a fantastic time taking a shower and doing laundry at the landromat.  The showers were coin operated.  You got 4 minutes for 4 quarters, Steph set her watch to go off at three minutes so we would not end up soapy.  We spent our last 8 quarters so if we messed up then it would be too bad for us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time in Bar Harbbor.  We brought our clean clothes into the internet cafe and changed in the bathroom.  Then we shopped a little, ended up with the best travel mugs ever.  Then we went to a restaraunt recommended by a kid in the t-shirt shop.  He hit it on the money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a half hour wait until we could sit outside so we headed up to the bar and discovered a great stout to go along with our porters.  As it turns out the only other guy in the bar is also from Houston.  He was quite a character  he talked exactly like Forrest Gump and just about as much.  After about forty minutes I was bugging the host about when our table would be ready.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some great seafood and a really nice time even though Nik (our waiter) was pretty bad.  We walked around town a little more and then we were headed back to camp.  We watched another episode of the Sopranos in the tent then hit the hay.  Long about 3:00 am the Girl says she is not feeling well and to put it politely, lets just say, there is no fast way to get out of a tent when you are about to blow chunks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long walk up to the bathroom and I am sure we woke up alot of people in adjacent campsites.  By the time we got everything cleaned up and the Girl felt like she could lay down again it was after 4:00 AM.  At this point I started feeling kind of rumbly and had visions of food poisoning from the clams we had.  Just as I was talking myself out of being sick there is some kind of critter sniffing around right outside the tent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it was just a racoon, but it scared the sh!t out of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both woke up feeling a little iffy but broke camp and headed west then south, back to Massachusetts.  I do not think we will be having any more seafood this week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-81291070?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81291070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81291070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81291070' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-81290006</id><published>2002-09-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T16:20:35.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hey!  Is that Debbie Hull?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Sept. 5th  Happy Anniversary  Here:60  There: 90&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second night of camping was not nearly as excellent as our first.  After a short visit to Worcester where everything is pretty much the same, just nicer and cleaner, we went up to Ogunquit.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We camped at Cape Neddick and were right by the road it was not all bad, we were a twenty second walk from the beach.  There was a turkish couple who camped next to us they built a roaring fire that lasted about a half an hour.  Maybe they were just burning their trash.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 am we woke up to the sound of thunder and lightening in the sky.  I asked the girl if she thought we should break camp before it started to rain.  She agreed so by 5:20 everything was in the car except for the coffee stuff.  We sat and drank our coffee for about a little while until it started to sprinkle.  The we sat in the truck for a little while and listened to the news.  Then we drove to the store and sat in the truck for a little while until it opened.  Our day was having kind of a crappy start.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head north rather than wait around Ogunguit for it to stop raining. That is how we ended up at Acadia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Rt. 1 the whole way up and we were at LL Bean before 10:00.  The girl took this opportunity to put in her eyes and brush teeth, generally freshen up.  We walk out of the bathroom into the home department and the Girl says, Isn't that Debbie Hull?  Before she had the word Hull completely out of here mouth I was hollering Hey, Debbie.  She gave us both hugs and we chatted about this and that Mark and Dana and how she was doing.  Her father had died and she and her mom were on their way to the airport to pick up some family.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reccomended that we go to Rockport to the &lt;a href="http://www.wyethcenter.com/"&gt;Andrew Wyeth Museum&lt;/a&gt; there. and we took her up on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockport was really cute and the museum was good but not worth $9.  It cost $9 to get into Mass MoCA and it was tons better than this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our way east had to make one last stop at Walmart for flip-flops (public showers are not possible without them) and another camp chair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are and even though we are by the road AGAIN the sleeping was great.  Cool enough that you had to snuggle all the way into your bag.  We are spending the day in the park going on some ranger led hikes.  Driving as little as possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter Tally  (in best to worst order)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Berkshire Brewing Company&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Atlantic Brewery Company Coal Porter &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wachuset Brewery &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Smuttynose Brewery &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Geary's London Style Porter&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-81290006?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81290006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81290006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81290006' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-81058712</id><published>2002-09-02T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T17:13:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mass MoCA, Mas Cafe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Sept. 1 Here: 64  There: 95&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Super-8 Continental Breakfast was not exactly something to write home about except for the fact that they had partucularly good donuts.  The coffee sucked. We busted out of there to do some shopping, we had not bought any groceries yet but our main mission was propane.  You cannot believe how long it took to find propane.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit Super Stop &amp; Shop, CVS, Ames and CostPlus and no propane.  Ames is going out of business so we did pick up a lantern case for cheap.  We put our propane endeavor on hold for a while.  Next mission finding somewhere to camp for that night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October Mountain ended up being suprisingly close to our motel.  The gal at the ranger station who registered us was really great.  She tried to convince us to stay two nights.  It took a few tries to get a camp sight, the first two had people still there.  We got assigned a sight and then went off to Mass MoCA in North Adams without setting up camp.  Suprise suprise there was a Walmart on the way and if anyone will have propane Walmart will.  Of course we ended up with another camp chair and the third season of the Sopranos as well.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mass Moca&lt;a href="http://www.massmoca.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an old mill that has been turned into a contemporary art museum.  We saw some amazing things, there is this guy (Erwin Wurm) who takes picture of people and then makes them really fat with pillows and stuff and takes their pictures again.  He also did this to a &lt;a href="http://www.massmoca.org/visual_arts/index.html#wurm"&gt;Bentley&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess my favorite is the &lt;a href="http://www.massmoca.org/visual_arts/index2.html#jarvis"&gt;Maya&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a four sided pyramid of toys, mostly action figures, that is 10 feet tall and covered with thousands of toys.  We decided to go for the self guided audio tour and they actully had them on MP3 players.  It worked really well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back down to Lenox to set up camp. We were ready for a nap but decided to make coffee instead.  It was only a couple of hours until it was time to go to Tangelwood&lt;a href="http://www.bso.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We were sitting there drinking our coffee and it started to rain.  Really it drizzled but it was a continuous drizzle that is still happening right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in to see what the town of Lenox was like and we found a great tavern that served our new beer BBC Drayman's Porter. It was the kind of place where you do not have to have any teeth to be popular.  The gals behind the bar had things under control.  After a couple of beers and a basket of fries we were off to see Dave Brubeck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there almost two hours early. We were on the lawn and since we did not have chairs we got to sit front and center. We sat there for the first 45 minutes on our rain ponchos until we realized we could be up at the snack tent sitting at a nice dry table.  The view of the stage was perfect the only problem was that it continued to rain.  We had neglected to buy any wine for our "picnic" on Saturday when we had our only opportunity so we paid $5 for 12 oz. beers at the snack tent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the show started we pretty much forgot that it was raining.  At intermission it was back to the tent at the top of the hill.  I went up and asked for a beer.  Because I used the word please the guy gave me my beer for free.  I was stunned but I thanked him and walked away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second half of the show Brubeck started with Pennies from Heaven for all us folks in the rain.  He followed that with The Sunny Side of the Street at which point it actually stopped raining briefly.  Then he played Somewhere Over the Rainbow like Judy Garland was there singing.  You could actually hear her voice in the spaces he left around the music. Then the flute came in and he sounded like Judy incarnated as a Disney songbird.  Then they played Take Five and we stood and applauded and they Lullabyed us goodnight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to campground we climbed into our sleeping bags and slept like dry little babies listening to the raindrops on our tent.  We are hotelling it tonight but I am looking forward to camping again.  Man I slept good.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-81058712?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81058712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/81058712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81058712' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80989853</id><published>2002-09-01T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T07:39:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pish Posh Bish Bash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our vacation yesterday.  It started out very smoothly even though we flew Southwest airlines.  It was my first time flying since 9/11 and things are different at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere used to be full of emotion, people happy, hurried, panicked. I could always feel it at the airport.  Now people are very flat, no excitement, no tearful hellos or goodbyes at the gate.  No more "See honey there is mommy's/daddy's plane right now."  I did not get picked for screening so as far as I am concerned flying is almost the same it just not as much fun and it takes longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Bradley Field and rented a truck.  It is a little red Ford 4x4 with a 6-cd changer right in the dash, we are both enamored with the truck. Off we went to western Connecticut to camp.   We had a little over four hours of daylight to find a place to stay and we used every bit of it and then some.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dep.state.ct.us/stateparks/parks/macedonia.htm"&gt;Macedonia Brook State Park &lt;/a&gt;was our number one choice and we arrived to three rangers standing on the porch of the HQ shooting the breeze next to a sign that read Camp Ground Full.  They did not even look our way as we pulled up. Next stop &lt;a href="http://dep.state.ct.us/stateparks/parks/housatonic.htm"&gt;Housatonic Meadows&lt;/a&gt;, but we did not actually have to stop thanks to the very large sign they had posted on the side of the road, Camp Ground Full. Next, we were off to Mount Washington State Forest/&lt;a href="http://www.state.ma.us/dem/parks/bash.htm"&gt;Bish Bash Falls.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkshirebrewingcompany.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  There was no little picture of a tent on the map but we thought we'd give it a whirl.  After many miles we pull into Bish Bash falls to the sight of a different sign No Camping.  We took advatage of the empty parking lot and the fact that the sign did not say no peeing and then we moved on.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beartown ended up being our last effort for the night.  The kid working at Beartown tried to work up some enthusiasm (the Girl said, "At least he did not laugh at us.") he told all the parks that were full and suggested Tolland State Forest might have a spot, he had not called them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it is Labor Day weekend and I half expected a campground or two to be full.  But good lord, there is not a place in all of western Connecticut or Massachusetts for us to pop up our little tent. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned our little red truck around and headed back to Great Barrington where we had seen restaraunts that were still open and the lovely yellow glow of a Days Inn sign.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After after a couple of u-turns we parrallel parked in front of Baba Louie's Pizza and thank god we did.  The salad tasted like I was eating it directly out of a spring garden and the wood burning oven cooked our hand-tossed  barbecue chicken pizza to perfection.  The best though was the beer.  It was a Porter from the Berkshire Brewing Co.  I asked the waitress and she said it came from Deerfield, we will be going to Deerfield.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had found out the Days Inn was full so we continued north since we had to be in Lenox on Sunday anyway.  We passed all the nice looking Inns and B&amp;B's and evetually we ran across the lovely but slightly different shade of yellow glow of a &lt;a href="http://www.super8.com/"&gt;Super-8 &lt;/a&gt;sign.  Oh baby we were home, the parking lot was almost empty and the Girl had her credit card out and waiting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman at the desk was extremely nice.  She explained that, "Yes, even with AAA the rate will be $110, you can call Howard Johnson's they are $124."  No thanks, we'll take it.  We got the last non-smoking room.  We threw our bags in the room and went out in search of more of that Porter.  We drove further north to find only trees and darkend buildings.  We ended up at a nice restaraunt that also had a tavern.  In the aftermath of what looked like a wedding shower we settled for a Guiness (me) and a Newcastle (her) then we scooted on back to the Super8 to test out those double beds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to be at &lt;a href="http://people.atg.com/~sknight/Photos/Lizzie/Vacation2001/state-park.jpg"&gt;October Mountain &lt;/a&gt;early and hang around until someone leaves so that we can get their spot.  We don't have a back-up plan yet but I do not think we will be staying another night at the Super8.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80989853?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80989853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80989853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#80989853' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80548728</id><published>2002-08-21T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T21:09:51.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vacation, all I ever wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the girl and I will be taking two weeks in September.  We are going on a homeland tour.  Connecticut and Massachusetts so I can show her all the places of my childhood and young adulthood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mapped out a route for our trip and it is fiftteen hours in the car.  When you think about it that is really only 1.07 hours per day, not too bad.  We are going to be doing some camping and so far I just have one place to camp.  I would like to spend two thirds of our time camping but we will see.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be visiting lovely Simsbury, Ct., Worcester, Ma., Boston, Ma., Provincetown, maybe Maine, maybe Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80548728?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80548728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80548728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80548728' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80301846</id><published>2002-08-15T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T21:47:22.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fan Mail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved my first fan mail for the &lt;a href="http://askalibrarian.blogspot.com"&gt;AskALibrarian&lt;/a&gt; blog today.  Two, I got two fan mails.  I could not believe it. They were both very nice.  I guess I should brace myself for hate mail eventually.  I just hope it is not hate mail from my boss or my bosses boss telling me to shut the h3ll up about what happens in their library.  I am just being paranoid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.spinsterlibrarian.net/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; and Lisa Lisa for taking the time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80301846?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80301846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80301846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80301846' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80197872</id><published>2002-08-13T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T14:33:54.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I love when sh1t like &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/doc_o_day/bushlay1.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; comes out.  Thank god for &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/"&gt;TSG&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80197872?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80197872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80197872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80197872' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80039507</id><published>2002-08-09T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T14:52:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OOOOOhhh I Like Her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Classmates.com,&lt;br /&gt;....Classmates.com, are you drunk? Or are you just learning English? Because I don’t see one other good excuse for this kind of idiocy. "&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahhepola.com/"&gt;Go On, Read It&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80039507?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80039507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80039507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80039507' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-80036537</id><published>2002-08-09T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T13:36:11.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause and Effect?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this thought floating around in my brain for a few days now and I do not know if it has any merit or if other more interesting and literate people have already written about the same topic.  I am going to lay it on you anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this corporate housecleaning (or demolition in some cases) has come directly on the heals of September 11th.  The long view shows a strike at the heart of corporate Amverica immediately followed by all these companies tumbling like houses of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, logically I can see it was all going to come down anyway.  But it &lt;u&gt;feels&lt;/u&gt; like the two things are related.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-80036537?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80036537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/80036537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80036537' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79950036</id><published>2002-08-07T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T15:08:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Cr@p!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com"&gt;Houston Chronicle&lt;/a&gt; is having one of their &lt;a href="mailto:rachel.graves@chron.com"&gt;staff writers &lt;/a&gt;do a &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/content/chronicle/nation/crawford/index.html"&gt;weblog&lt;/a&gt; while she is covering the Shrubya's vacation in Crawford.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79950036?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79950036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79950036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79950036' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79939243</id><published>2002-08-07T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T10:34:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to this &lt;a href="http://www.barcodesinc.com/generator/index.php"&gt;cool bar code generator &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I now have this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elizabethbrackeen@lycos.com"&gt;&lt;img height=50 width=200 src="http://www.geocities.com/elbrackeen/email_bar_code.jpg" border=0 &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This linked swiped from &lt;a href="http://www.daypop.com/top/"&gt;Daypop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: What you would see here is a barcode of my email address if GeoCities did not suck so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really that interested you can see it on my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/elbrackeen/"&gt;Home Page&lt;/a&gt; which truly sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79939243?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79939243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79939243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79939243' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79774576</id><published>2002-08-03T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T10:24:41.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget the two-ways, I call &lt;a href="http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/wireless/2002/08/01/highway_lan.html"&gt;him &lt;/a&gt;cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link swiped form &lt;a href="http://www.daypop.com/top/"&gt;Daypop Top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79774576?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79774576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79774576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79774576' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79773944</id><published>2002-08-03T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T09:58:01.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in some kind of warped world for the last month.  Everything has gone to sh!t all around me.  Work has been fine. But everything else I have either let slide, igored or purposely avoided.  I am coming back to myself kind of slowly.  When the sun went out of Cancer, I thought that was going to do the trick.  I guess the real problem was the sun in Cancer followed by two weeks of PMS.  It has been six weeks of inner hell.  Luckily for me the worst things that have happened can be fixed with a little work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly again and I know everything will be OK because I paid bills this morning with out any emotional attachment (AKA having a meltdown).  I do not know how to explain my whereabouts to those I have blown off to one degree or another.  Oh well, actions speak louder than some lame excuse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79773944?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79773944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79773944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79773944' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79641960</id><published>2002-07-31T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T09:38:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it took so long for this &lt;a href="http://wnba.com/games/20020730/MIALAS/recap.html"&gt;dunk&lt;/a&gt;.  It is just too bad that it had to be Lisa Leslie. The really lousy thing is how this accomplishment was rated in the sports news this morning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On SportsCenter it was a ten second clip in the last 10 minutes of the show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where Lisa fell in the headlines this morning. (9 AM Central)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenth @ NYTimes.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninth @ MSNBC Sports&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighth @ latmies.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighth @ foxsports.com (plus you had to scroll for it)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh @ cbs.sportsline.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh @ news.yahoo.com &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth @ sportsillustrated.cnn.com&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ESPN wins with  second &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USAToday Sports gave it the top of "More News" which was the third section.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Illustrated for Kids  Nowhere, zip, zilch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wnba.com"&gt;WNBA.com  &lt;/a&gt;need I say?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that it is the last day to trade baseball players and that NFL training camps are in full swing.  But jesus, when the WNBA was getting started the sports fellas said if these girls could dunk then they may really have something.  Well, they are starting to dunk boys.  Now let's see some better coverage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79641960?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79641960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79641960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79641960' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79572675</id><published>2002-07-29T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T20:12:46.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cheshiredave.com/mastication/2002/07/0037a-btt.html "&gt;Behind the Typeface&lt;/a&gt;.  Too good to pass up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link snagged from the &lt;a href="http://www.daypop.com/top/"&gt;Top 40&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79572675?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79572675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79572675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79572675' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79560864</id><published>2002-07-29T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:44:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Rock, Paper, Jesus!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work today I took the kids over to my mom's house. About five minutes into the trip ( mere seconds after we hit traffic) the oldest says to the middle "Let's play Rock, Paper, Scissors".  "OK!", she says, "Ready?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unison "Rock, Paper, Jesus!" &lt;br&gt;"Tie." &lt;br&gt;"Ready Rock, Paper, Tornado/Dynamite!" &lt;br&gt; "Liz? Who wins, tornado or dynamite?"&lt;br&gt;"I think a tornado wins."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a critical error on my part.  For the rest of the drive after every round of Rock, Paper, Whatever it was "Liz, who wins."  At first we made up the rule, "No religious people."  Then we made up the rule "No explosives or guns."  Eventually I had to say "You guys are going to have to resolve this on your own."  This was closely followed by "Keep you hands to yourselves."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the game is great but I am almost sure it takes a catholic education to come up with "Rock, Paper, Mary".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Items used in place of scissors:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcano&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great White Shark  (to counter shark)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake (Actually, this was mine, to beat volcano.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer Whale&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79560864?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79560864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79560864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79560864' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79361232</id><published>2002-07-24T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T15:29:03.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the tenth anniversary of our first date.  Of course we did not know it was a date at first, at least I didn't.  Come to think of it she did cancel a date with some guy to go. We had tried to win tickets they were giving away on &lt;a href="http://www.kera.org"&gt;KERA &lt;/a&gt;but missed them by one caller. I evetually bought the tickets to the &lt;a href="http://www.indigogirls.com/"&gt;Indigo Girls &lt;/a&gt;show at the Dallas StarPlex.  We sat on the grass and talked the whole time.  The Girl kept moving closer to me until eventually half my ass was hanging off the blanket.  I kept thinking, what is this little straight girl doing?  She is hogging the whole blanket. We saw some friends from library school on the way out. It had been a great show, we had not heard a single tune.  We did not want to go home, so we were going to go explore &lt;a href="http://www.ondaweb.com/deep_ellum/"&gt;Deep Ellum&lt;/a&gt;.  I got a ticket for running a stop sign.  This dyke cop was very sweet.  After that we were ready to go home.  Driving up 35 back to &lt;a href="http://www.cityofdenton.com/pages/index.cfm"&gt;Denton&lt;/a&gt; I felt something on the back of my head, I started to brush it away but then I realized it was her hand.  What on earth was this straight girl doing playing with my hair.  We get back to my place and have the long talk about sexuality.  It would be another week until our second date "The Olympic Date" and it was an event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79361232?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79361232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79361232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79361232' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79360000</id><published>2002-07-24T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T14:56:08.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;too much &lt;a href="http://www.twbookmark.com/features/jamespatterson/index.html"&gt;Patterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am having lunch at my cousin's... It is the same as every Wednesday that I work in her town.  I go in, scoop some food, that my grandmother has cooked, on my plate put it in the microwave for 2.5 minutes.  I sit down and she asks if I need some more ice in my water because she like her diet cokes freezing cold.  "No, thanks, this is fine."  We watch the news and she catches me up on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Days_of_our_Lives/index.shtml"&gt;her soap&lt;/a&gt;.  Really, the only thing that changes from week to week are the headline on CNN.  Today was a slow news day which is maybe why I noticed.  She has this habit of writing in her newspapers and magazines.  She crosses out the pictures and words of things and peoples the does not like.   Today it was a prominent national politician (being careful of Snoops here) with his face all scratched out and Son of a Bitch scrawled beside the picture.  Practically half the article was blacked (technically blued) out by her pen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had the thought, as I was forking down my fried okra, that she really had some of the same characteristics as the bad guys in the book I am reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79360000?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79360000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79360000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79360000' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79349850</id><published>2002-07-24T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T10:28:04.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Play Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.iae.nl/users/franklin/battleships/pag/battleships.htm"&gt;This game&lt;/a&gt; is just good clean fun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link swiped from &lt;a href="http://blog.blaisdell.com/"&gt;Blazeblog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79349850?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79349850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79349850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79349850' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79312883</id><published>2002-07-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T14:08:03.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote from the first paragraph in &lt;a href="http://www.4thestate.co.uk/carolshields/"&gt;Carol Shields' &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/review/2002/05/23/shields/"&gt;Unless&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;"Hapiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head.  It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what has shattered her window yet but give me a few hours and I will let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79312883?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79312883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79312883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79312883' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79280599</id><published>2002-07-22T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T20:33:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Well &lt;a href="http://thelists.blogspot.com/archives/2002_07_01_thelists_archive.html#79191205"&gt;the game &lt;/a&gt;was a hit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were body parts shown and kissed and stretched. There was dancing (twice). There was massaging (twice). The trash was taken out. The dogs were fed (brisket for christ sake). Shoes were tied together. There was a group hug. Secrets were told and secrets were kept.  A song was sung. The glass was half full. Someone maybe did not have any underwear on. There was a combination of red wine and white pants that was not part of the game.  No one was mean to those in the "Truth Chair".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All in all I think everyone would play again if they had the chance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79280599?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79280599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79280599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79280599' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79191205</id><published>2002-07-20T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T12:13:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well according to the 5-minute test at the &lt;a href="http://www.highiqsociety.org/noflash/nonmembers/iqtests.htm"&gt;International High IQ Society&lt;/a&gt; I am gifted.  With a "one-time, lifetime membership fee of $50" I am sure that curve is a little top-heavy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC = "http://www.geocities.com/elbrackeen/iq.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79191205?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79191205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79191205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79191205' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79190265</id><published>2002-07-20T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T11:16:35.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to inflict &lt;a href="http://www.trouserarousal.net/cards/"&gt;1KBWC&lt;/a&gt; on my friends this weekend.  I have checked out the August 2002 copy of Games magazine just in case they don't get it. Or, more likely the case, I am not able to explain it sufficiently.  &lt;br&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.jillmatrix.com/"&gt;JM&lt;/a&gt; for hooking me up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79190265?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79190265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79190265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79190265' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79165886</id><published>2002-07-19T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T16:33:11.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I started a &lt;a href="http://askalibrarian.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog &lt;/a&gt;today.  We will see if it sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79165886?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79165886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79165886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79165886' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79151086</id><published>2002-07-19T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T10:02:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In working on this post I realized what an old married lady I am.  I have no idea which CD's were mine and which were The Girl's.  I can identify some of mine by category (Rock) and by decade (80's) but with everything else, memory fails.  We still have two of everything when it comes to small kitchen appliances and utensils.  Now on to the interesting stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaguaro.org/feature/03-09-02_wesk5.shtml"&gt;One Hundred Albums You Should Remove from Your Collection Immediately &lt;/a&gt; is on &lt;a href="http://www.daypop.com/top/"&gt;Daypop Top &lt;/a&gt; so I thought I would take inventory and see what I am going to have to remove.  I suspect the shortness of my list and the fact that I cannot give up the majority of them means that I really am lame when it comes to music.  (More Proof: currently listening to Counting Crows Mr. Jones on Launch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums I will not be removing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.	U2 - The Joshua Tree &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will be happy to give this one up it has not seen the light of day since Library School&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.	Nirvana - Nevermind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get rid of the only Nirvana disc I own!  The kids may want this in 10 years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.	Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way! I won this in a radio giveaway with 9 other discs and ticket to Lalapalooza 91.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.	Macy Gray - On How Life Is &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NoNoNoNoNo  That was by far the best show I have been to since, well... since I shook Billy Joels hand during the show in Worcester.  (It was cool even though he was an ass about the Mets beating the Red Sox that night.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.	Dave Brubeck - Take Five &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would kill me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.	Smashing Pumpkins - Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH  I cannot believe this is still on the shelf, I am going to heave it as soon as I get home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.	Hole - Live Through This &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it.  I was riding on the subway on the way home from a Melissa Etheridge show and these young girls were coming from the Hole show.  It made me feel old, I went out and got the disc immediately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.	Tori Amos - Under the Pink &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick bought this for me, I hated it, I never listen to it, but I have to keep it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.	Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ON. I have not even watched the Wizard Of Oz with it yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.	Sarah McLachlan - Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, Surfacing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.  Lilith Fair Kind of sucked.  I could get rid of these.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.	Ani DiFranco - Self-titled/Puddle Dive/Not So Soft &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And break up the collection? I do not think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.	U2 - War &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories, never liked them.  Adios.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.	Counting Crows - August and Everything After &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never.  It is still a staple.  The first time I heard it I was in Cambridge with Ellen and her boy at the time.  We listened to 5 times in a row.  Plus The Girl, Kelly and I listened to it on the way to Rick's funeral.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.	Michelle Shocked - Captain Swing and Sinead O'Connor - Am I Not Your Girl? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  I have been sick of both of these guys for years now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.	Cat Stevens - Footsteps in the Dark &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have it on tape but this reminded me that I need to go get it on disc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.	Grateful Dead - ALL RECORDINGS &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the bootlegs?  These are the only things that show me what I did during 1986-1988.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.	Bob Marley &amp; the Wailers - Legend &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of two reggae discs I can stand to listen to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.	Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn.  So many fond memories of the days when I drank Miller Light.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.	The Doors - The Best of the Doors &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold this in the vault for a while, it will come back around before I kick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79151086?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79151086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79151086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79151086' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79082717</id><published>2002-07-17T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T17:51:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH!  It has bee a long-a** day today.  I made the unsound decision to go out with the people and one of their temporary bachelor friends AFTER I was already in bed and watching 3 sitcoms at once. ( my favorite activity from 4PM to 7PM and after 10PM). If I am careful and do not get sucked in by a tempting commercial I can watch Drew Carrey, Friends and the Simpsons simultaneoulsy.  For some reason Everybody Loves Raymond always screws me up.  I think it is because I have not watched very many epsiodes and I don't know where the boring parts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TV days are soon coming to an end now that the PS2 is in my life.  I cannot seem to watch any shows.  I need to get some batteries for the other remote so I can PIP my shows while playing Triple Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79082717?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79082717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79082717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79082717' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79028182</id><published>2002-07-16T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T13:22:31.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Google! DayPop! This is my &lt;b&gt;blogchalk&lt;/b&gt;: English, United States, Houston Texas, The Heights, Liz, Female, 36-40, Librarian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79028182?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79028182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79028182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79028182' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79024161</id><published>2002-07-16T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T13:17:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! I am getting &lt;a href="http://www.macintoshdigitalhub.com/reviews/eyetv/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update.  I got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79024161?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79024161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79024161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79024161' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-79023342</id><published>2002-07-16T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T11:22:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Don't Make Me Fax You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to email &lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/barton/"&gt;Rep. Joe Barton&lt;/a&gt; regarding &lt;a href="http://www.straybulletins.com/LMB/weblog/archive/000418.html#000418"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.straybulletins.com/LMB/weblog/"&gt;Lying Media Bastards&lt;/a&gt;. But apparantly I cannot email him due to the fact that &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your zip code indicates that you are outside of the 6th District of Texas. Regrettably, I am unable to reply to any email from constituents outside of the 6th District of Texas. Click Here to return to my home page."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  So, because he cannot reply to my email he will not accept a email from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-79023342?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79023342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/79023342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79023342' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-78997225</id><published>2002-07-15T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T20:17:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catching up on some links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jillmatrix.com/quiz.html "&gt;I'm Bubbles &lt;/a&gt;but I do not have any idea what that means.  Sad because I've watched the movie three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2002/07/14/AW163817.DTL "&gt;my industry&lt;/a&gt;. From a &lt;a href="http://www.etches-johnson.com/blog.html"&gt;new library blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wishing for &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/insanitydrops/blogamp/en/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; the other day and here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/wlg/1683"&gt;Milky White Goodness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-78997225?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78997225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78997225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78997225' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-78992795</id><published>2002-07-15T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T17:57:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it has been so long that I do not no where to start.  The most interesting things that happened I cannot mention so I will proceed with the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, The Biscuit (The King Biscuit that is)  was supposed to be the last bar in my birthday bar crawl.  The biscuit, where I go at least once a week, was closed at 10:30 on a Saturday night.  Closed!  Even after the girl talked with the bartender the week before, he even gave her his card and said to call when we were on our way over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stole one of their chairs. It was a $3 plastic chair but all the same I stole it from their patio and then I gave it to the oldest of Uncle Ben's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring the chair back, I guess. Maybe I will continue to steal the rest of the chairs, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly there was not really any more crime (that I know about) unless you count drinking out of glass bottles at the beach or drinking buttery nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Biscuit incident (and after everyone had returned to their own homes) we (the people and the girl) thought maybe The Biscuit was closing.  We spent an evening over dinner daydreaming/brainstorming about taking it over and having our own restaraunt.  Some good ideas came of it but ultimately I think it is too much work and too risky.  The best idea:  Drive through coffee in the Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the people, they sold their house and are moving, somewhere, maybe to my house if they do not find a place.  They have begun packing and slowly the animal population at our house has grown.  Last week we started out with two cats and a few tadpoles in the fountain out back.  As of today we have two cats, a dog, a few goldfish, a tankfull of tropical fish plus one frog and a hell of a lot more tadpoles.  Well, they are not tadpoles yet they are just eggs on their way to becoming tadpoles.  In the last 24 hours we have had no less than 26 &lt;a href="http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/nature/endang/htoad.htm"&gt;toads&lt;/a&gt; getting some in our fountain on the back patio!  DO you know how many tadpoles that is???  Not to mention the noise! Do you know what those poor fellas who are not getting that amphibian action are doing?  They are sitting there on the side of the fountain making a bubble out of their throats and a noise that is like a broken car horn.  ALL.NIGHT.LONG (thanks to the Nanny Diaries for the syntax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more about my &lt;a href="http://electronics.cnet.com/electronics/0-6342415-1304-7932420.html"&gt;Birthday Present &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/nature/endang/animals/htoad.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-78992795?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78992795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78992795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78992795' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-78156798</id><published>2002-06-24T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T20:21:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rhzine.com/"&gt;Parenting Hell &lt;/a&gt;is especially good today.  I was actually glad to read about this children drug addict thing because I have seen it in my nephew. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; It was so good actually, that I clicked on the guest authors' &lt;a href="http://silflayhraka.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and found this &lt;a href="http://www.raptureready.com/"&gt;fantastic site&lt;/a&gt; which reminds me that I really want to read the &lt;a href="http://www.leftbehind.com/"&gt;Left Behind &lt;/a&gt;Series, well maybe not the whole series but one or two of them.  The &lt;a href="http://www.leftbehind.com/graphicnovels/GraphicNovels.html"&gt;graphic novels &lt;/a&gt;were fascinating, just do not click on that link, it's a nightmare.  I will report back with a book review if I ever get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-78156798?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78156798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78156798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78156798' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-78068507</id><published>2002-06-22T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T12:39:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it is the BIG BIRTHDAY WEEKEND around here... My mom and nephew both have impending b-days.  Cancers all over the place, I am next.  The sun moving into cancer this week could really explain my fowl/foul and dissatisfied mood.  Well it could be one of the explanations anyway.  Usually &lt;a href="http://www.freewillastrology.com/pages/cancer.shtml"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt; can sooth me at times like these but this week, NOPE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I am unhapy in my job and live in a house that I live but with a mortgage that is unreasonable and if the market is going to do what the guys on &lt;a href="http://www.marketplace.org/"&gt;Marketplace&lt;/a&gt; say then I am in for the long haul of waiting for economic recovery until I can do anything in my life that does not come with a &lt;a href="http://www.bidc.state.tx.us/overview/16metropci.htm"&gt;regular &lt;/a&gt;(well, above average) salary.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way Peace Out and Piss Off go together.  I may make it my new tag line.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-78068507?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78068507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/78068507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78068507' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77953791</id><published>2002-06-19T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T10:53:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Timeline of Proud (and not so proud) Moments&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://photojunkie.gtabloggers.com/pride/pride.jpg" width="88" height="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1979 - Patience Williams asked me a trick question at &lt;a href="http://www.simsbury.k12.ct.us/hjms/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; one day, I said yes. I cried for the rest of the year because I new the answer was true.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981-1984 - I fell in love with a girl.  We held hands in &lt;a href="http://www.simsbury.k12.ct.us/shs/index.html"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;. We both had boyfriends.  I moved away to Texas and was heartbroken. We never kissed once, what a waste.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Came out to my best friend, later that day we hooked up with two guys.  She ended up marrying hers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 - I recognized a lesbian walking across &lt;a href="http://www.clarku.edu/prospective/undergrads/virtual/CAMPUS.shtml"&gt;Red Square &lt;/a&gt;the first day of my &lt;a href="http://www.clarku.edu/"&gt;Sophmore year &lt;/a&gt;without anyone pointing her out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 - Fall in love with another straight girl, take her home to meet mom and dad.  Still no kissing, more wasted youth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Coming out all over the place (except for home).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 - Tell both straight girls how I feel/felt. Girl1 "You just have not met the right guy." Girl2 "I just don't go that way, sorry."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Take a year off from school get &lt;a href="www.transformationworks.com"&gt;some therapy &lt;/a&gt;and finally come out to mom and dad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Kissed a girl, we move in together three months later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Lesbian Culture Immersion: Clubs, &lt;a href="http://www.bostonpride.org/ "&gt;Parades&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://world.std.com/~newwords/"&gt;New Words&lt;/a&gt;, Kate Clinton, &lt;a href="http://www.patcalifia.com"&gt;Pat Califia &lt;/a&gt;, (I was all lesbian all the time)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 - move to Texas with first kiss, go to library school, break up with first kiss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - still breaking up with first kiss, attend &lt;a href="http://www.texaslesbianconference.org"&gt;Texas Lesbian Conference&lt;/a&gt;, hang out with a great group of lesbians in &lt;a href="http://www.ci.denton.tx.us/ "&gt;Denton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - March in SF Pride Parade, Make cover of &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/alonline/index.html"&gt;American Libraries &lt;/a&gt;mag holding the Queer librarians banner&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - meet a straight girl, she knocks me out of my chair, fall in love barely finish &lt;a href="http://www.unt.edu/ "&gt;grad school &lt;/a&gt;with little hearts in my eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - have no job, have no life, break up with straight girl, turns out she is not straight but she wants to see other people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - devestation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - depression&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - move to &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/specialreports/2001/census2000/stories/census_22met.A.450131.html"&gt;Oak Lawn&lt;/a&gt;, get a job still listening to songs that make me cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994 - kissed a co-worker, she wanted more I moved to New York&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - got back together with straight girl, she was in Texas I was in &lt;a href="http://www.ovid.com"&gt;New York &lt;/a&gt;we were going to take it slow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - moved to Utah to be nearer to straight girl "I will never move to New York"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - the girl moves to Utah and we find a duplex&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - the girl support me (and my dream) and we open a &lt;a href="http://www.stonewallinn.com/Contents/Bookstores2.html#Utah"&gt;queer bookstore &lt;/a&gt;in Utah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - the girl and I buy our first house from our lesbian realtor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - &lt;a href="http://www.millcreekinn.com/1.html"&gt;commitment ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, the whole family (except for one) flies in &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 - we close the bookstore and stop bleeding $$$&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - we move back home to Texas to be closer to the family&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 - play spot the queer as we attend countless little league games, school programs, childrens movies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77953791?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77953791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77953791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77953791' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77936373</id><published>2002-06-19T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T10:19:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Smokes that was easy.  Just added coments to The ListLess thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.enetation.co.uk" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.enetation.co.uk/css/sm_tag.gif" width="96" height="19" alt="weblog commenting" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77936373?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77936373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77936373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77936373' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77935281</id><published>2002-06-19T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T09:47:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juneteenth - &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19th is celebrated as the day slaves in Texas were notified of  their freedom.  This occurred two and a half years after the Emancipation Proclamation was signed by President Lincoln. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people of Texas are informed that in accordance with a Proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of rights and rights of property between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them becomes that between employer and free laborer." --General Granger's General Order Number 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juneteenth.com/2texas_us.htm"&gt;What's Going On In Texas Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77935281?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77935281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77935281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77935281' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77908941</id><published>2002-06-18T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T17:57:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you may know I am a Reference Librarian at a public library. Somedays it is a small branch and some days it is a big branch, see if you can tell which by the questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juneteenth books or videos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra 1 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing Career&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Face On The Milk Carton &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crucible &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors like Eric Jerome Dickey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one we did not have was the Harry Potter book, well the guy looking for a book on demons settled for a &lt;a href="http://www.randi.org/sylvia/index.shtml"&gt;Sylvia Browne &lt;/a&gt;which really suprised me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77908941?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77908941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77908941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77908941' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77901178</id><published>2002-06-18T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T14:28:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am spreading more &lt;a href="http://kingsolver.com/"&gt;Barabara Kingsolver&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest, simplest, most elegant logical construct ever to dawn across our curiosity about the workings of natural life." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every organism produces more seeds or offspring than will actually survive to adulthood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is variation among these seeds or offspring. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Traits are passed down from one generation to the next. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In each generation the survivors succeed because they possess some advantage over the ones that don't succeed, and because they survive, they will pass that advantage on to the next generation. Over time, therefore, the incidence of that trait will increase in the population.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her book &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/catalog/book_xml.asp?isbn=006051146X"&gt;Small Wonder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77901178?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77901178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77901178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77901178' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77852962</id><published>2002-06-17T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T12:48:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now this is what I am talking about. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been clicking around for days looking for some blog organization that I like and viola, &lt;a href="http://www.fairvue.com/?feature=elements3"&gt;Blog.Elements.Again &lt;/a&gt;has been there for a week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.zeldman.com/coming.html"&gt;zeldman.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77852962?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77852962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77852962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77852962' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77851856</id><published>2002-06-17T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T12:19:32.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to keep from getting hurt, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2002/06/17/international/17POLI.html"&gt;become a bully in one easy step&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine example for the youth of America, let alone the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77851856?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77851856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77851856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77851856' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77845625</id><published>2002-06-17T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T09:26:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sorry to here this morning on &lt;a href="http://www.democracynow.org" &gt;Democracy Now &lt;/a&gt; that June Jordan died of Breast Cancer on Friday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some  quotes:&lt;br&gt;Americans have begun to understand that trouble does not start somewhere on the other side of town. It seems to originate inside the absolute middle of the homemade cherry pie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free, you are not predictable and you are not controllable. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we become so sophisticated we have to read the New York Times in order to figure out whether it's a hot or a rainy day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77845625?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77845625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77845625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77845625' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77776175</id><published>2002-06-15T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T08:34:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just accpeted the Google Challenge. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tgc.chrishileman.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="linktous.gif" src="http://www.chrishileman.com/tgc/archives/images/linktous.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I do not have a chance but it should be a lot more fun than the &lt;a href="http://www.teevee.org/archive/2000/05/26/"&gt;Pepsi Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, man I hate Pepsi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip o the TrackPoint Device to &lt;a href="http://chris.pirillo.com/"&gt;PIRILLO.EXE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77776175?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77776175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77776175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77776175' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77764889</id><published>2002-06-14T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T22:28:03.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have never guessed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Took The Test&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka/veruca.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka/veruca.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka" target="new"&gt;Which Willy Wonka character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;made by &lt;lj user="galaxybounce"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77764889?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77764889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77764889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77764889' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77757499</id><published>2002-06-14T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T17:48:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.politicspa.com/mehlman-rove_files/v3_document.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is very interesting, I especially like the last few slides regarding the electoral votes.  I don't know Karl Rove but if he was working for me he'd be sitting in the bar surround by cardboard boxes right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.oliverwillis.com/"&gt;Oliver Willis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77757499?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77757499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77757499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77757499' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77753052</id><published>2002-06-14T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T15:36:17.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/michaelsstorage/VWMPG.mpg"&gt;I never liked transformers.&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.doctorgrosz.com/"&gt;Dr. Grosz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77753052?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77753052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77753052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77753052' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77750486</id><published>2002-06-14T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T14:22:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five things that pick me up when I'm feeling blue. Now, how 'bout you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0091042"&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending time with Jesse, Megan, Nicholas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making a mix tape (cd now, I guess it's been awhile)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ocean, being in it or looking at it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.thework.org/doTheWork/worksheet.html"&gt;The Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jillmatrix.com/"&gt;Blogwhore Deluxe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77750486?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77750486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77750486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77750486' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77747878</id><published>2002-06-14T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T13:13:04.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka/charlie.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka/charlie.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lax.gaz.nu/wonka" target="new"&gt;Which Willy Wonka character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;made by &lt;lj user="galaxybounce"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip o' the mouse to &lt;a href="http://www.hellosputnik.com/"&gt;Sputnik&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77747878?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77747878' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77723027</id><published>2002-06-13T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T21:34:29.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Toxic Waste Batman!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My House Houston, TX 77009 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance from the nearest nuclear waste route: 2.6 miles &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance from South Texas Project, the nearest waste source: 74.4 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapscience.org/"&gt;How close are you going to be to toxic waste?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://catless.ncl.ac.uk/Lindsay/weblog/latest.html"&gt;BifRiv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77723027?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77723027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77723027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77723027' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77661242</id><published>2002-06-12T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T12:48:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A to Z (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.head-rush.com/"&gt;Head Rush&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Animals/Pets: Brutus &amp; Samantha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend(s): the Girl, my brother and Deb plus all the others I don't keep up with like I should&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Cohabitants: the Girl and 2 cats plus the occasional possum under the house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Desire(s): To work for a great manager, live in the country&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Eye Color: blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Food(s): toast, Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Games: cribbage,  dominoes, kickball&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Habit(s): (bad) beer, wathcing three sitcoms at once (good) none that have stuck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Interests: religions, mountain biking, sailing, swimming&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: Librarian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kitchen (Wonder or Blunder?): I've got everything but natural talent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Languages: English, Spanish, Pascal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Most Valued Possession(s) (an item, not people/pets): wedding ring, rock collection, pocket watch found at the bottom of the lake at camp Yankee Trails&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Name (Named after?): Elizabeth Lorraine. My aunt who died as a young child.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Outfit You Love (and most likely found in): camp short and grey t-shirt (summer), jeans and other grey t-shirt (winter) &amp; stan smith's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pizza Toppings: spinch or sausage and mushroom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Question Asked To You the Most: "So what are you going to do?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Relationship/Partner: Spouse, the Girl (10 year anniversary of our first date next month)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Sport: walking, biking, swimming, sailing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Television Show: Gilmore Girls, Malcolm In The Middle, Mad About You, Alias&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unsavory characteristic(s): bossy, know-it-all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Video (Favorites): High Fidelity, Benny &amp; Joon, Matrix,  Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Webpage (Favorite--not your own):&lt;a href="http://www.camworld.com"&gt;camworld&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rlmsoftware.com/"&gt;flightview&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lights.com/scott/"&gt;library news daily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://h-townblogs.blogspot.com"&gt;h-town blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - Xylophone (or other Instrument?): piano (6 years: failed attempt), harmonica (1 afternoon: failed attempt), guitar (about 3 weeks: failed attempt)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year Born: 1966&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: Cancer&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77661242?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77661242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77661242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77661242' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77656262</id><published>2002-06-12T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T10:37:33.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very fun &lt;a href="http://www-db.stanford.edu/pub/voy/museum/pictures/display/0-4-Google.htm"&gt;Google history &lt;/a&gt;from Stanford via &lt;a href="http://google.blogspace.com/"&gt;Google Weblog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77656262?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77656262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77656262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77656262' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77654343</id><published>2002-06-12T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T09:39:44.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://www.whump.com/moreLikeThis/link/02894"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/"&gt;subscribed&lt;/a&gt; immediately so I would not miss an installment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77654343?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77654343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77654343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77654343' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77638002</id><published>2002-06-11T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T09:42:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to extraordinary (for me) lengths to avoid paying through the nose for a Mac OS X update.  &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=2031157996"&gt;Just bought &lt;/a&gt;a 10.1 upgrade pack (for $10 american on eBay) so that I can then go through the torture of doing all the other updates to get me up-to-speed.  Serves me right for getting an iBook with OS X a year ago and using OS 9.x until TODAY because I was to lazy to figure out DSL.   Lame lame lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77638002?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77638002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77638002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77638002' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77625411</id><published>2002-06-11T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T21:23:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all these years of resisting it was the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod"&gt;Ipod&lt;/a&gt; that pushed me over the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/wishlist/ref=cm_wl_recs_ywl/002-9046042-2950404"&gt;WishList&lt;/a&gt; edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77625411?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77625411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77625411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77625411' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77621922</id><published>2002-06-11T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T14:58:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading The Beast's &lt;a href="http://www.hornswoggled.net/cgi/article.cgi?article=20020516-short.shtml"&gt;post on Krispy Kreme &lt;/a&gt;I have two things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In March 2000 I should have bought Krispy Kreme stock (52-wk 25.00 - 46.90) instead of Be stock (52-wk 0.08 - 0.67).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.shipleydonuts.net/"&gt;Shipley Donuts&lt;/a&gt; are far better than Krispy Kremes. Hot warm of cold there is just no comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77621922?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77621922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77621922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77621922' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77618221</id><published>2002-06-11T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T13:19:17.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Barabara Kingsolver in her book of essays &lt;a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3401&amp;isbn=0060504072&amp;music=&amp;buyable=0"&gt;Small Wonder &lt;/a&gt; talks about how she does not want let the violence of television or movies into her mind.  It has me wondering what effect, if any, the violence I have let into my mind has had.  My initial reaction was "Oh, come on!" yet I am still thinking about it a week later.  With my attention span that is something, I am just not sure what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77618221?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77618221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77618221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77618221' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77614208</id><published>2002-06-11T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T11:28:07.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you do something rash, like tell someone some life changing thing they did was stupid.  I did this very thing this very morning.  UGH!  I called afterwards but there was no answer.  I left a message apologizing but still... It would have been better if my compassionate feelings came to the surface prior to my fear and anxiety so I could have said something like "Wow that is going to be a huge change, what are you going to do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so far from being the person I imagine myself to be that it is laugh-out-loud funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will send another apology in email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77614208?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77614208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77614208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77614208' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77570059</id><published>2002-06-10T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T11:37:37.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt the the Eiffel tower was bombed last night.  It just evaporated into thin air.  have to check &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; to see id it was a Morning Edition Dream or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77570059?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77570059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77570059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77570059' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77545391</id><published>2002-06-09T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T20:18:11.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Episode II with my nephew and brother this afternoon.  My nephew is almost eight, and after the prologue scrolled by at the beginning of the movie and panned to the first scene he said : "It went up this time, last time it went down and this time it went up."  The kid is always amazing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77545391?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77545391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77545391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77545391' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77513842</id><published>2002-06-08T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T19:28:47.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girl took the test and did much worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 40pt;"&gt;16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Times New Roman,Verdana,Arial; font-size: 12;"&gt;I act like I'm 16.&lt;br&gt;This test was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~dead_battery"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; - mostly.... Take it &lt;a href="http://www.music-review.org/test.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77513842?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77513842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77513842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77513842' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77503581</id><published>2002-06-08T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T12:21:11.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to pass on this piece of &lt;a href="http://scriptingnews.userland.com/backissues/2002/06/06#When:3:01:58PM"&gt;dubya stupidity&lt;/a&gt; currently being ignored by the press. Thanks &lt;a href="http://jim.roepcke.com/"&gt;Jim&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77503581?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77503581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77503581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77503581' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77501878</id><published>2002-06-08T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T11:13:14.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hellosputnik.com/2002_06_01_debris.php#85152946"&gt;Sad story &lt;/a&gt;from the Woodlands today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77501878?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77501878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77501878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77501878' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77501443</id><published>2002-06-08T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T10:57:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out last night, first time in a while we went anywhere other than &lt;a href="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol60/95-02-28.html"&gt;the Biscuit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed the Birthday Bar Crawl at &lt;a href="http://www.localpubs.com/warren'sinn/winn.htm"&gt;Warren's&lt;/a&gt; and brainstormed a potential list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/~hans320/projects/lacarafe/articles.html"&gt;La Carafe &lt;/a&gt;(also visited last night, good people watching while sitting on the street).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houstonpress.com/listings/dining/1461/index.html"&gt;Cosmos Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacecityrock.com/venues.html#maryjanes"&gt;Mary Jane's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie's Ice House&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rudyards.com"&gt;Rudyard's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcgonigels.com"&gt;Muck Duck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.continentalclub.com/Houston.html"&gt;Continental Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did decide it would be 8 bars and that the Biscuit would be the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77501443?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77501443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77501443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77501443' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77477374</id><published>2002-06-07T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T16:37:08.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well hell, I act 14 years younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana; font-size: 40pt;"&gt;22&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana,Verdana,Arial; font-size: 12;"&gt;I act like I'm 22.&lt;br&gt;This test was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~dead_battery"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; - No, really.... Take it &lt;a href="http://www.music-review.org/test.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77477374?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77477374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77477374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77477374' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77477191</id><published>2002-06-07T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T16:32:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a little About Me homepage up on geocities today.  &lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;--left--.  &lt;br /&gt;Amazingly I found a jpg of my dad's signature on google images today so I had to have someplace to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like thunderstorms again this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77477191?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77477191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77477191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77477191' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77469466</id><published>2002-06-07T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T12:52:19.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;The girl's mother and brother are here for two days... hence all the cleaing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were hanging out and he was telling about how in the florida election mess they were call people felons who were not felons so they could not vote.  I am going to have to research this and get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77469466?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77469466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77469466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77469466' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77431196</id><published>2002-06-06T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T15:06:59.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;None of my friends have blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should not suprise me really, considering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77431196?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77431196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77431196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77431196' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77414779</id><published>2002-06-06T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T06:44:34.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for coffee, listening to NPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not cleaning anything until I have some coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I listen to NPR the more I think it is just like listening to commercial news.  I may have to switch to the BBC in the morning but I do not know if I can take cricket news  on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77414779?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77414779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77414779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77414779' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77400087</id><published>2002-06-05T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T20:57:33.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I have to clean.... NOW....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law is coming... will be here when I get home from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have another beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...  I can clean and have another beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How early can I get up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77400087?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77400087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77400087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77400087' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77387606</id><published>2002-06-05T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T15:06:51.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I just had this idea that digital clocks give of waves when they change time so that we can acutally "hear" what time it is when we are in earshot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to investigate but will report back when I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77387606?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77387606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77387606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77387606' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77384914</id><published>2002-06-05T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T13:54:57.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post Lunch-time Chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Cousin Once Removed A: Did the babies go see Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Cousin Once Removed B: Yes we went to go see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Cousin Once Removed A: Did they like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Cousin Once Removed B: They loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Cousin Once Removed A: That's good, it is good for them to see the difference between good and evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77384914?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77384914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77384914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77384914' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77380278</id><published>2002-06-05T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T11:50:01.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://keaggy.com/grocerylists/"&gt;If you buy more rice I will punch you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77380278?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77380278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77380278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77380278' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-77374472</id><published>2002-06-05T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T09:07:36.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So a year and a half later and I still do not have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Small Wonder by Barabara Kingsolver.  It is making me want to move...&lt;br /&gt;to the country&lt;br /&gt;to a place with a bigger yard&lt;br /&gt;to a less expensive place&lt;br /&gt;off this planet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-77374472?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77374472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/77374472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77374472' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-2025990</id><published>2001-01-18T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T15:38:00.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Precautions to take when a gun freak gets fired on your floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not pop-up out of you cubicle if you hear a loud noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the receptionist to pay attention for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not respond to any of his emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put webcams in all the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop propping open the security door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-2025990?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2025990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2025990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2025990' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-2012379</id><published>2001-01-17T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-01-17T16:18:42.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons to enjoy an annual review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not getting fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a chance for getting a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to talk to your boss about things other than late projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to reminisce about all the work you have done (or not) during the last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-2012379?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2012379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2012379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2012379' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-2008431</id><published>2001-01-17T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-01-17T10:36:18.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that started off my day on the wrong foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilled coffe on my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ID to pick up my registered mail at the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting yelled at by a guy at the post office for not standing in line again even though the postal work instructed me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parking spaces in the commuter lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the train stopped to remove a car when I was already running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My annual review is today so this ought to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-2008431?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2008431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2008431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2008431' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-2002385</id><published>2001-01-16T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-01-16T21:22:51.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons to stay in Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion, Bryce, Canyonlands, Arches etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these mormons are very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRCL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just put light rail in Salt Lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-2002385?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2002385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2002385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelists.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2002385' title=''/><author><name>lizbn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877866660505812212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002165.post-2002352</id><published>2001-01-16T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-01-16T21:19:37.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why to leave Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Salt Lake sold a block of Main Street to the LDS church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queers cannot be foster parents any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too white here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-15 construction is almost finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.2 beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No public access cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orrin Hatch's music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002165-2002352?l=thelists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002165/posts/default/2002352'/><link 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