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                <title>Yargh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 11:08:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I actually don't have internet right now, or a phone, and my scanner's on crack.  Making this site kinda frivolous.  I still like it.  *whistles in the world where anyone can whistle*  Anyway, this summer's been weird . . I worked echoes of truth, which means I painted for an entire month and got paid really well for it (this became rent money) but didn't get to keep a damn thing.  They auctioned them off . . which was sorta sad since I liked my watercolor clowns this time around.  I haven't really painted or drawn or anything since. . ;__:  Not anything vaguely worth putting up here.  When I get my internet back (someday) I'll have to post I.V.'s bondage otters though.  They may be marvelous, though I've lost my leather brush for photoshop so they may have to have those "artistically" cut up bondage suits.  ;__;  Anyway,  just thought I'd stop in for a moment.<br />
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                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Norbie learns not to fight airbags.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 12:55:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Gah, well I was in a wreck last night, coming home from a show.  Jody's car is totalled (it was a honda civic.  .. not quite a match for one of those new-obscenely large-ford trucks), and Dana's sore as fuck. . .but we're okay.  They made us go to the hospital because we're under 18 . . .and well, my face got roughed up by the air bag. . . seriously. . I'm a cross between Mick Jagger, Angelina Jolie, and Rudolph.    We're already thinking of a story for school, I mean I hurt my foot too. . so I have the gangster walk down pat.  ^__^<br />
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Anyway, I got a nifty ice pack from the hospital that I can strap to my face. . didn't notice that part last night. . . of course I couldn't even light a fucking cigarette. . (which turns out is a bad, bad idea anyway with burnt/busted lips *shudders*) and I'm thinking that once the swelling goes down I'll turn all kinds of pretty colors.  The nice paramedic guy reminded me that air bags deploy at about 200mph and likened it to being sucker punched by Mike Tyson.  Also mentioned that without my seatbelt I'd probably have become one with that truck.  >.<  Which means I'll here after have to throw fits whenever somebody doesn't wear one within the general vacinity of me.<br />
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Mum flipped out (I ended up having to sign myself out of the hospital because I couldn't get them to wake up) . . . after Dana dropped me off, at which point I was dearly regretting the seat belt.  <br />
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And since she only let me get 3 hours of sleep, if that, I think I'm gonna go take a nap. . . I just thought I'd let everyone know firsthand.  Oh, and if you wanna call. . . go ahead, I probably won't be having wonderful dreams. . and well . . I somehow doubt I'll be going anywhere again for a very, very long time. ;__;<br />
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                <title>What day is it again?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 19:52:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Happy Halloween!<br />
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My costume this year: Procrastinator. <br />
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                <title>new skin vital sign</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 20:00:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ^________^ ]]></description>
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                <title>Agrarian Withdrawal</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 00:10:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hahahah.  For the first time in . . maybe ever, I've no messages here. >.> I cheated a bit. . skipping a tonne.  If you get a number of random comments on old work, I've been browsing about what I missed.<br />
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I have been drawing, even though I've not been around a lot or submitting.  I've been my usual seasonal basketcase, though I don't think I've ever seen anything that literally qualifies as a "basketcase".<br />
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In fact, I have a special sketchbook now, apart from journally one and catch-all one.  This one houses my comic, littered with characters, filled with everything from their personalities to their pasts to the clothes they wear and things they do.  Unfortunately, I've always been one of those character, rather than plot, writers.  I have ideas and the scenes just pop into my head as they will, but I'm not sure if the way I'm tying them together works.  Hell, since I've not tested it on anyone, I'm not sure it's even coherent.  *shrugs* I may type up a little summary. . scriptish thing of it to post, so I can beg for critique.  Or nab some school children. <br />
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Anyway, I'm off to Missouri tomorrow.  Camping, hopefully.  Stalking the old children, mayhaps.  Be back Monday . . but I'm catching a bus early on Tuesday to Ky.  And. . I'll be back early enough (supposedly) to mourn the end of summer on the 12th (Friday before school starts).  However, the brillant news is that father's scanner is spiffy, he has unlimited long distance, and I get to see my cat.  Plus, he thinks my raggedy clothes reflect poorly upon him or reflect him poorly or something . . . thus school shopping. ^__^<br />
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So if you want to hear from me or you want to be on my list of "random" prank calls . . . just lemme know. ^__^ ]]></description>
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                <title>The paper products are falling behind again.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:45:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lalala.  No concert for I, babysitting le Desi's siblings instead.  *laughs* I'm actually glad to get away for a bit.  Mum's birthday is Sunday though and I'm poor and thoughtless. RO has consumed much of my time of late, neglectful meh, but I do love trials. That and calls from an old fiend.  La. Eventually, I hope to get around to cleaning up this account.  >.<  Close to 500 thingies again.  <br />
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Blegh, good day chillins.<br />
----<3 (heart on a string?) ]]></description>
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                <title>Back to ~</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 07:41:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hmm . .La.  *rolls over*<br />
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Didn't fall for advertising trick. . .only because I'm horrendously poor. <br />
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However, I'm at CBU at the moment. . hanging out, waiting for my job to start.  *laughs* I'm a spanish summer camp counselor. . .who really needs to look up that word. . . and learn to spell it. >.<  La.  Anyway, la.  In this free time, I think I'll clear up my status as: Deviant ~algophiliac has 490 message centre items.<br />
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So, expect random comments on old stuff, I suppose.  ^^ (Unless I get kicked out of the nice computer lab for not being a student here . .) ]]></description>
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                <title>So many thingies to fill out.  Cool.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 06:53:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why in the world would anyone give me a header?  I feel either highly over-estimated or highly under-estimated. >.<<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/redface.gif" alt="Haphazard" title="Haphazard" /> *licks*<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: Head Like a Hole- NIN<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Brave New World- Aldous Huxley<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: Finding Neverland ^__^ British Depp<br /><br />*wiggles*  Oh gah.  Blegh.  No sleep for meh. >.<  Scanner lives.  And as I return to DA, they throw their cute little advertising trick at me: an *.  <br />
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I scanned lots.  Lots and lots and lots.  And ate popcorn whilst tormenting Nutrigrain.  Summer is a good time for hamsters.  I rarely forget she exists and thus she suffers more from my attention than from neglect.  Alas, that can't be helped.<br />
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Erm, I guess I'll submit stuff slowly so no one gets overwhlemed with crap.  Rawry. But yes, good almost happiness for now.  Still need to figure out a way to go to the protests.. . but my lack of sleep makes me docile. *rolls over, wiggles slightly*  Also apparently stops me from thinking.<br />
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Later darlings,<br /><br /><3 ]]></description>
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                <title>Norby's Soapbox: Homophobic Zealots.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 23:30:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Cross-posted, hah.  That's a first.  This is half a rant and a bit of an old one I got from two hours of religious broadcasting one morning when Mum was feeling particularly damned. ----------------------<br />
Religion, I realize, is an essential element in the lives of the majority of people.  However, I have a horrible aversion to the stubborn superiority of most organized religions.  There's such an utter lack of respect between belief systems today.  Often unspoken, it's still evident in that smug look they get when confronted with a different faith.   They have that "we'll see" look, like they're just waiting for judgment day so they can laugh when it's their god that appears. It's just like that first South Park movie with Mormon as the "correct" religion.  It seems that everyone should be exposed to a variety of religions and allowed to follow whichever one that they truly believe in, without the criticism of others.  Of course, the same open mindedness should extend to all aspects of an individuals life.  *sighs* But I'm not that naïve. . . . <br />
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First Reaction:<br />
What a grand way to enforce society's horribly stifling standards.  Don't parents even care what they're saying to kids when they ship them off to these places?  I believe it translates as "You aren't good enough.  It's wrong to be the way you are. You're wrong; you're worthless." and I can only imagine what it must do to a child if they come home the same or 'worse' than they left. <br />
Read half of the LIA rules and regulations before my stomach made a real solid attempt at being violently ill.  Kids can't be students during the sessions. . . wonder why that is. -__-  Organized religion, what "educated" people.  Sigh.  You can't write either.  No journaling is allowed.  While I understand that they don't want in-depth accounts of the shit they're submitting these poor kids to, I believe that that's one of those basic "rights".  Of course, those are meaningless now anyway.  I very rarely feel anything akin to righteous indignation, but the knot in my stomach is, at least,  breathlessly close to it. *bangs head into nearest solid object . . repeatedly*  Don't they understand what this has to do to people?  Sexual orientation is no more a sickness than their own religious orientation.  I'm not speaking of what church they slave to, but rather their faith itself.  The most spiritual people alive can no more be "converted" to a different belief than these people can "convert" to heterosexuality. Basically, a person can no more choose his god than he can his "soul mate". How are these possibly the same people that wonder at our society's lack of self-esteem?  They only promote the intolerant, materialistic bullshit that cripples us, as both individuals and as a whole. Sigh. . if they don't understand the message their sending with "camps" like this (and I suppose any "corrective" camp is as degrading), how can they comprehend what they're so fervently fighting against?  I'd almost want to see how they intend on straightening out these kids.  Other than a continuous, potentially scarring guilt trip, what are they going to do: make the girls wear aprons and do chores while the boys learn to swear and play manly sports?  Sadly, these people do seem to be that stereotyping.  <br />
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Right, so the knot isn't aching as bad now.  I'm going to need a way to get to these protests. . . while dear old Mum's all too aware of parental scar tissue to throw me to the zealot wolves, I need not give her an excuse to give Lakeside a go at me.<br />
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                <title>So, this cocaine makes me feel like I'm on this so</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 17:36:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rawr.  As of yesterday, my  scanner/printer is officially dead.  >.<   Sigh.  So, nothing new really until we  get all resurrecty on it.  Um . . I've  got a bunch of stuff done though.   Nurse Jack, Stevie painting, commisiony  portraits, etc.  But I'll be damned if  I can find the first one, scan the  second one, or approve of the others.   Anyway, finals, then no school.  I'm  hoping to get out of Missouri this  weekend so I can laze about with the  friendly ones. And I'm being really  careful and not thinking about all the  shit that's happening right now.  If I  keep my head down, maybe I'll still  have it by the time everything blows  over. <br />
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New SoaD album isn't bad. . . but I'm  gonna have to listen to it a bunch more  before I can decide if I love it quite  as much as their other ones.  ^__^ The  booklet art is really nifty though.   *huggles the political musicians*<br />
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Anyway, <3. ]]></description>
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                <title>Lookit!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 22:03:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This seemed like an interesting idea: <a href="http://sketchcrawl.com/"> [link]</a> <br />
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I'm gonna do it.  If anyone else does,  lemme know?  I'd like to see what you  come up with.<br />
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^___^  Only a few more days left . . <br />
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                <title>Oom, says the dsylexic cow</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2005 22:12:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Awesome weekend, my first real  concert/s ever. <br />
Walked obscene amounts. . . balanced  off by eating obscene foods.  <br />
Held hands with a girl I had known two  hours, for pretty much the whole first  night and then some today. . . <br />
got called lesbians . . . <br />
got doused in beer, <br />
played in the  we'reangryyetshirtlesscollegeboys pit, <br />
watched the young Tommy and the  afore-mentioned girl crowd surf . .. <br />
Had both my cell phone and my newly . .  er. . acquired skullcap lost. . .<br />
had some really sweet guy find my phone  and return it today. . . saw him later  in another pit . . <br />
um. . . walked away with a ducky  necklace, liberty hat, a pretty  bracelet. . and somewhere, perhaps, a  butterfly.  . . .<br />
Erg. . shared enough food/drink, held  enough hands,  and basically spooned  enough semi to utter strangers that I  wonder if I should go swim in some  bleach or something.  Um. . met some  totally awesome people who were as  amused and mildly disturbed (somewhat  er. . .revealing attire) by the  crossdressing "superwoman" as I was. <br />
Hm, so . . went to the Collective  Soul/Crossfade/The Killers, Chevelle,  Billy Idol (though that was really more  us playing in the mud), and War (our  impression of War Moshing was quite  entertaining apparently).<br />
La.  Anyway happiness.  <br />
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                <title>So, let's pretend this is an actual journal. . .</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 20:20:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ . . .just for a bit anyway.<br />
Below's a rant, so here's the warning.   All characters below may form  incoherent, unfinished thoughts.  These  thoughts are of an essentially stupid  nature and thus require no further  consideration on the part of any being,  including yourself.  By viewing the  following you are agreeing to not scar  these thoughts any more by pointing out  how unwhole, confused, or "weird" they  may seem.  You also agree to not  belittle them to any degree worse than  I have in this warning.<br />
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Here=Below<br />
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Where's our fascination with happiness  from anyway?  Sigh.  Probably the same  reason money or sex or violence is so  popular.  Is all that because we don't  know what we're living for today?  Is  that why people dedicate their lives to  "God" or their career or "the pursuit  of happiness"? It seems so useless.   Would a life be worth any more, or any  less, if it was spent in a country club  instead of church, or in a hospital bed  instead of a lab?  Would it make any  difference at all if you or I spent our  lives in the dark somewhere, completely  oblivious of everything we currently  consider necessary?  Happiness is just  a state of mind anyway (. . . no, right  now I can't prove this, I probably  don't even know enough to make a solid  argument, but I'm working on it ) so  why do we constantly feel the need to  reassure our purpose in life.  Gah,  this is what, in my opinion, makes  "animals" better than us.  They pretty  much don't worry . . or at least not in  our sense of the word.  Sure, a small  animal can actually die of stress (tiny  hearts can't handle such constant  pressure), but you really don't hear of  any natural wildlife (meaning, without  the interference of humans who fucking  breath stress) just keeling over,  having mental breakdowns or whatever.   Animals have basic survival instincts:  this is why that deer looks concerned  when the bullet hits the tree, two  inches from his head.  But it's not  like he was thinking ". . damn, I hope  Bambi picked up the fawns from Thumper.  . . maybe my boss will believe that I  wrecked all four cars this week . .".  And his first reaction to that bullet  wasn't "Oh fuck" either.  Unlike us, he  probably just switched straight to  instincts, skipping the whole shock  bit. . . This all assuming that deer  have complete thought processes anyway.  . . >.><br />
Ergh.  I actually feel better now.   Yay.. .  I think.<br />
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                <title>Sorry Paintchip, I lied.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2005 22:37:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ^___________^  I am on the computer  now, and oddly enough, I bet you're  asleep.<br />
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*wiggles and grins and does other happy  stuff*  !!!%Lkjs;fjr09[2 .. . . Um,  yeah, so we went and saw Sin City.   ^_____________________________________^   *falls over* It's fucking beautiful.   I mean, of course, it's so wonderfully,  horribly cheesy (I hear they actually  took the dialogue from the comic itself  . . .which I'll have to con Bill into  getting me, since those Memphis in May  tickets have eaten through my soul,  well into my wallet) and . . .Gah, I  love it.  It was bloody and gory and  just lovely.  *rambles* Babble babble  babble.  Babbleeveryonemustseethisfuckingawesomem oviebabblebabble. <br />
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*laughs*  I still gotta remember to  doodle over my hand enough that Mum  doesn't find out that I spent the SPOM  money on a ticket to "Beauty Shop" or  whatever happy, kiddy movie it was.   ^^^^^  *wiggles to death, wonders how  she can be so uncool whilst having such  uber friends*  <br />
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Night lovelies, <br />
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                <title>Boscoeboscoeboscoeboscoe</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 17:16:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ . . . by the way, we're keeping the  puppy.  >.<  I'm a sap though. . . so I  feel really horrible when it whines. .  (which is anytime I leave it alone, or  stop petting it, or he isn't on the  front porch or something. . . ) . . and  yeah.   Still cute, and he plays fetch  really well . . and. . . erh.  . .yeah.<br />
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Anyway, I'm horribly, seriously behind  on here. . *flinches at the  100-some-odd untouched message  thingies*  .  .Ergh. .  plus Gateway's  in a few weeks and I just got a not so  good report card.  .. >.< Well. . not so  good as normal, or something.  I really  really thought I'd cry, for some  reason, since I actually got a 4.3 . .  instead o' my 4.8  . .(this means . .  *gasp* . . that half my grades this  time o'round were B's. . . >.< ) . . .  gah. . relief that I didn't freak out.   In fact, I don't seem to really care at  all .. (though I will conveniently not  be pointing these grades out to any  parental type units).  ... >.>  God, I  need to lighten up on some things. .  *twitches repeatedly*  <br />
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So . . .anyone want a drawing?  *feels  a compulsion to draw for anyone who  actually looks through their messages  and/or reads this*<br />
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                <title>-_____________-</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 19:04:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ . . they're taking the dog back and  hoping for a refund.   He jumps, he  whines, and since we all have headaches  now (though I pretty much blame mine on  them) there won't be any arguing. . .  apparently.  *sighs*  I spent the last  six hours with it (name's Boscoe, but  you know. . . trying for detachment, I  guess).    *twitches*  Oh well.  At  least they didn't try this shit with a  cat.   However, I will not have a  "little dog" ( ... unless it's a  corgi.)  How the fuck am I supposed to  go for a walk with a furry rat and  expect it to keep people from messing  with me?  . .. Maybe I can convince  them to get a morbidly obese dog, like  good ol' Shotz.  She can't jump a  brick, much less a fence. (This is  actually quite the funny sight, seeing  her wiggle about, being all wistful  toward jumping.)<br />
Sigh. . . ;___;<br />
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                <title>^_______________^</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 18:13:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got a puppy. . . well. . dog, really. .  . Beagle mixiness (know that's your  breed, Ketchup) . . .erh. . . and yeah.  . happiness.  He's a bit annoying at  the moment (whiny, needy, completely  and utterly untrained). . . but that  should pass.  And he really is  adorable. . . and apparently he's a  redhead too.  . . . and yeah. >.>   Puppiness.  (All of this is because  Bill found one of those huge igloo dog  houses on the road yesterday and it  took me roughly five mintues with a  hose to make it look brand new. . . and  I found out that they sell for $75-$100  dollars.)<br />
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^__^  Yesterday was pretty good too.   Arty thingie was alright (though I am  officially freaked out that I'll have 2  AP portfolios due about this time next  year).  Erm . . yeah.  And I bought two  of my most favoritest books ever! >.>   "What Happened to Lani Garver" and  "Guilty Pleasures" . . . which I'm  forcing Ivy ta read ^^  . . even though  I accidentally started the former and  Mum's already halfway through the  latter. <br />
<br />
Anyway, off to do more reading and  crappy, depressing biology. . . and . .  . ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>He's not really orange . . .</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 21:32:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ .. . Shangri La, that is.  I'm just  done messing around right now. . . fix  it later I guess.  (Maybe I've stared  at this screen too long. . . I could  have sworn that I'd submitted the  peachy one instead. . . *shrugs* )<br />
<br />
Erg, oh, why does cat food come in  flavors like beef? When is a domestic  cat ever going to kill a cow?  (This,  of course, is what I think about  instead of doing that ever-mounting  pile of school crap. )  Blah.<br />
<br />
Anyway, 'night chillins.  <br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Hah, had a yesterday.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 12:41:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And not the bad one, I must say.<br />
Went to Metal Musuem. . . whose gates  made me wistful klepto, um. . . saw  some neat stuff. . . saw a neat  silversmithy, laughed at Mum for  thinking head silversmith was cute  'cause he was all geeky and funny and  obviously passionate about his work. .  . .erg. . Oh!  Meet Whitney's Hilary,  who seems really nifty, if quiet. . .  um . . . .and got free Chick-fil-A. .  .^_________^. . .<br />
<br />
. . . went to Arts Fair. . . laughed at  Gay Alex being clown, laughed at Stupid  Alex for being "whigger". . . erg. . .  drooled at Cake's nifty art, met Dana's  nifty peoples, went to Mosiac thingie,  had picture taken against will, went  inside to face painting thingie because  I did not want to witness the street  fight.  .. found out that that was a  good idea because some idiot pulled out  a gun . . . fired it, luckily missed  all the fucking little KIDS and shit at  the high SCHOOL arts FAIR, got his  stupid ass arrested . .. oh. . . and  yeah. . . then I found out how utterly  bad at face painting I am. . . .my  first one was so bad the little girl  had it whipped off and redid by someone  that could remember how to draw a  basketball. . .>.< . . . Dana's evil duck  turned out really well though. Erm m .  . .<br />
<br />
. . .went to thrift store, got nifty  things, spent three bucks<br />
<br />
. . .couldn't get a hold of Whitney,  went to skatepark, spoke to this dude  who seemed to be there making sure his  daughter didn't get pregnant or  something. . . found out that he's an  artist that does band posters and did  t-shirts and other really nifty stuff  for The Grateful Dead . .. listened to  him talk being all interesting and  cool. . . wandered off for Dana to  find, offended someone with my Annie  tribute shirt, hung out and wished for  someplace to hang out that didn't  necessarily involve screaming or emo  music or angry goth kids that had  better hope they never find themselves  so chained down on a sinking ship, . .  . erg. . .found nice place by stage to  sit to draw things, wished Dana's day  had been better, let nice Grateful Dead  man draw her a mushroom ^^ . .. . fell  off stage, down ramp when leaving cause  it's better to remember you have low  blood pressure before you get dizzy in  such situations, let nice guy help her  up and not seem too angry about the  bruises he probably has on his shins  now. . .was mildly scared of Dana's big  brother as a driver and mildly amused  by her cute little brother   . . .<br />
<br />
. . then slept.     So yeah, ^___^ not  so bad, I guess.<br />
<br />
<3 Thoughts anyone? ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Obviously these headings aren't the most accurate.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 17:38:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ >.<  Um, first, the cat thing was funnier  if you were more hyper and less  coherent upon reading it.<br />
<br />
Then, sorry about that weird little fit  in art today. *twitch*<br />
Sigh.  I bet I've completely ruined  that picture, but I don't even want to  look.  Blegh. . .whatever.  <br />
<br />
I've got stuff to submit, probably, but  I'm too lazy to beat my scanner's head  (?) in  ... so yeah.  Maybe I'll do it  if my procrastination gets really  desperate or something.<br />
<br />
>.<  Anyone want to explain some Sylvia  Plath to me? "Daddy"? *sighs* It kinda  makes me sad that I'm not getting this  one.  <br />
<br />
Oh well, I've found a lovely word to  sneak into 'casual conversation':  skullduggery.  ^__^ ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>So yeah, everyone should see this.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 14:51:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ instructions <br />
Instructions on cat grooming product,  simplified for your convenience:<br />
1. wet cat thoroughly<br />
2. apply product and comb through cats  wet coat.<br />
3. keep cat from grooming for 10  minutes.<br />
4. rinse product thoroughly off of cat.<br />
5. dry cat to make sure (product) is  completely off cat.<br />
Actual sequence of events:<br />
0. cat senses youre up to no good,  hides under table.<br />
0.2 cat runs under couch.<br />
0.4 cat resists being picked up.<br />
0.6 cat realizes it is being brought  towards the sink.<br />
0.8 mortal komcat!<br />
1. wet cat thoroughly<br />
1.2 put cat back in water and get  another 1% of cat wet before cat gets  out again.<br />
1.4 amazingly, cat has managed to  writhe into a position where shes  holding herself away from the faucet  with all four legs, her head, and her  tail.<br />
1.6 reassure kitty that everythings  okay, yank head back to avoid claw in  eye.<br />
1.8 wet cat the rest of the way.<br />
2. apply product and comb through cats  wet coat.<br />
2.2 apply product with one hand while  holding cat with the other<br />
2.4 cat lunges for freedom, hides in  bedroom.<br />
2.6 find cat in box, continue grooming.<br />
2.8 box falls to shreds, cats coat is  fully combed through.<br />
3. keep soaking wet cat from grooming  for 10 minutes<br />
(no, really. these people are insane.)<br />
4. rinse product thoroughly off cat.<br />
4.2 carry festival of whirling sharp  claws back to bathroom.<br />
4.4 put cat near stream of water.<br />
4.6 every movable object in the  bathroom falls to the floor as cat  struggles in matrixesque bullet-time  and attempts to propel herself through  ceiling.<br />
4.8 cat gets washed.<br />
5. dry cat thoroughly.<br />
5.2 chase cat around apartment with  towel.<br />
5.4 wrap cat in towel, fluff dry.<br />
5.6 cat gets out of towel.<br />
5.8 see 5.4<br />
6. cat stares balefully from the top of  a bookshelf.<br />
6.2 cat stares balefully from the top  of a bookshelf.<br />
6.4 cat stares balefully from the top  of a bookshelf.<br />
6.6 cat stares balefully from the top  of a bookshelf.<br />
6.8 cat stares balefully from the top  of a bookshelf. <br />
<br />
'Cause the page wasn't working well  itself. . .<br />
From:<br />
<<a href="http://www.corprew.org/idealog/index.php/archives/2004_12_27/instructions>">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Rambleramblerambleramble</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 23:21:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When people die from stupid things, it  kind of gives me this impression that  we make a bigger deal out of life than  it really is.  I mean, if so many  people die each year from licking 9  volt batteries, then exactly how  crucial was life to their existence?   *shrugs* Just a thought.  <br />
<br />
  I'm in what the old folks call a  'funk'.  Or, the funk that pretty much  spans my whole life is just being a  little more evident lately, so a funk  inside a funk.  >.< (Notice my sneaky way  of capitalizing upon the word "funk". >.>  ) If you're among those that firmly  belief I'm bipolar (though no one who  reads this, if anyone does, is part of  that little faction, I think), then  this is what you'd call a down period,  or depressive swing, or whatever.  -__-   I just don't care.  And that's the  problem. Someone? snap your fingers,  wake me up, make me care?<br />
<br />
 Or just be mildly to overly amused by  this: <a href="http://www.captainfez.com/lyingmofo/milne.php">[link]</a><br />
In fact, all of those were awesome and  I frown ">.<" at the sudden  discontinuation of it.<br />
<br />
#.#  Nevermind the angsty bit here, I  think my inner Emo is on the fritz  again. >.< Maybe it's time to up its  meds.<br />
... And funkityfunkfunkfunk ...  (because I need to get it out of my  system before I return to "society") <br />
<br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Woo.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 09:47:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I've decided against getting sick  anymore. -__-  I just spent three or so  days in bed and I think the cough is  sticking.  Rawr.  And I'm bored out of  my crazy little skull.  >.<<br />
I hope everyone's been having a better  few days.<br />
 <3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Mesotheloma</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 06:14:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Greatest joy of the sick: freaking the  cat out by staring at it. ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Disemboding teddy grahams is fun.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 15:18:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wrong drug, I'm on trazodone, not  tetracycline.  >.< And I don't like it.  *pouts*<br />
<br />
I just slept around 16 hours, and I  can't wake up right. >.<  I can't believe  Mum takes triple my dose and complains  that it isn't working.<br />
<br />
Anyway. . . *purrs offkey*  I hope to  get some arty crap up soon, rather than  poety crap.  <br />
<br />
And if anyone has a spare science  project idea . . er I can pay in er. .  pieces of teddy grahams.  ^__^<br />
<br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Don't you know who I think I am?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 21:11:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, merry older day to you children.   To Ketchup, since I can't even stand  the number 19 being associated with  you.  *gags*  To Mr.Harrison, who sadly  I am only now beginning to really  appreciate.  And to IV, since tomorrow  isn't really that far off.<br />
<br />
Right then.  I'm on Zoloft now.   Apparently, I'm a selective breed,  yielding to only the brand names.  And  . . tetracycline. . . or some thing  like that.  A really serious  tranquilizer.  And even more Adderall.   (I must admit secret aspirations of  becoming an actual pharmacy one day.)   Anyway, that mixture is supposed to  make me all functional and stuff, so  maybe I'll actually get around to  scanning/tampering with some of the  stuff.<br />
<br />
Until then though, I've written some  poetry. . but I don't really know if  it's worth putting up.  While I have my  doubts, if you wanna see it, well. .  say so.<br />
<br />
Meanwhile, I made a straw snowman and  I'm plotting to spray paint that evil,  stupid, ugly light post thingie in my  front yard.  <br />
... I don't know what color though.<br />
<br />
Any suggestions?<br />
<br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>In Memory of the Cellar Cubans.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 20:36:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've not slept in over 24 hours, and  oddly I'm in a rather nice, if  off-balance, mood.  <br />
<br />
^_^  I blame it on my friends, a  variety of the niftiest beings in  existence.  <br />
<br />
So in case I've been mean or sulky or  dazed or anything else negative toward  you, I apologize and yeah, I really  love/appreciate all you chillins that  deal with me even semi-willingly.  <3<br />
<br />
And yeah.  *dozes off* ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Just a few that really apply.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 19:30:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Anglomania-  Craze or obsession with  England and the English (<3 Stevah)  <br />
<br />
Bibliomania-  Craze for books or  reading  <br />
<br />
Clinomania-  Excessive desire to stay  in bed  <br />
<br />
Doromania-  Excessive desire to give  gifts  <br />
<br />
Melomania-  Craze for music  <br />
<br />
Onomatomania-  Irresistible desire to  repeat certain words <br />
<br />
Scribbleomania- Obsession with  scribbling  (*points at gallery*)  <br />
<br />
Trichotillomania- Neurosis where  patient pulls out own hair  ( Hurray  another neurosis!)<br />
<br />
<br />
One for Shood.<br />
Gamomania-  excessive desire to issue  odd marriage proposals <br />
<br />
And an amusing one.<br />
Phonomania-  Pathological ~tendency~ to  murder ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>-_- Disposable Thumbs</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2005 16:20:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Right then.  So . . . <3 Tommy. . . that  lovely boy gave me Photoshop, saved me  all those illegalish acts.  ^_^<br />
I seriously owe him something nifty.   And um.  Hm.  <br />
<br />
And ^_^!! My most recent favorite on  here is by the lovely Mr. Sheeps   (title courtesy of IV) . . . it looks  much like Loran (the little I remember  of her >.&lt<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> but I <3 it for its resemblance  to my own troubled queen.  And his Nome  is just spiffy. ^_^<br />
<br />
Oh, and I've become minorly addicted to  that Leroy Star cd.  *<3's Kia*<br />
<br />
Cookies anyone? ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Recreational Whips</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2005 20:57:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got to pet a kangaroo in Petco  yesterday.  'Twas really soft.<br />
<br />
...Then we went in the christian book  store. >.< ... I made Mum sad.  Bill  asked where she went. .. . "I think she  ran away when I burst into flames."<br />
-_-<br />
<br />
I need to do something this weekend.   Otherwise I'll just sleep the whole  time >.< ... or actually have to job hunt  *shudders*.<br />
Still wanna play laser tag. ^_^<br />
<br />
<3<br />
<br />
<br />
... Oh. . and the latest therapist  wants me to write of a time when I was  confident.  -_- ... Does anyone have  one I can borrow? ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>'nother Scrap</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 19:51:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ >.< I'll probably never have anything in  my actual gallery that I want there.  I  really need an editting program beyond  just the initial scanner. . >.< and a  scanning program that isn't really,  really evil.  <br />
...Until then, I guess eveything'll end  up in scraps (where it all belongs  anyway).  Sigh.  <br />
<br />
And the newest little scrap is a fair  representation of the effect a certain  infamous Emoboy has on me. <br />
<br />
L-O-L-A Lola. *hums*<br />
I miss the 70's. ;_;<br />
<br />
<3 ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>No more late night walks to Wal-Greens.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 21:39:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *is freaked out* I just wanted Mocha.  >.<   Oh well.  But maybe that little  incident will quell my need for  self-destruction right now.<br />
<br />
I really don't look like a hooker,  right?<br />
<br />
(And I think I'm going to be submitting  some stuff soon. ^^ All crap.) ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Yay! A happy entry.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 06:08:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm old!!!  *squeaks*<br />
<br />
Sweet sixteen. >.<  I hate that title. .  .<br />
I should be home . . .sometime before  3. ^_^ Sooner rather than later, I'm  hoping.  <br />
<br />
...So, is anyone free to hang out?  (that's in Memphis anyway. . )  Today.  . or really any day until school  restarts?<br />
<br />
Other than that. . .I hope everyone has  a happy, if drunken, new year.  <br />
<br />
More cookies for everyone. . except  Stevie. . who walked away without even  saying thank you last time. >.<  You get  fruit instead.<br />
<br />
-An slightly older, less wise Norbie. ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>The fake entry.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2004 14:57:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I was walking along one day when I  found this beautiful girl, sitting on a  bridge, smiling to herself.  <br />
...Sigh. And then I decided I'd write  about god later.<br />
<br />
Um.  Hmm.  So now, I have no idea what  to write. . here or at all.  I'll have  another year tomorrow, and soon  everyone will have a 'new' year.  <br />
<br />
I don't think people should make new  year resolutions.  I'm sure it didn't  start out as such a bad idea. . but now  no one takes it seriously. . they  forget what a 'resolution' actually is.   Very few people ever follow through  with this little tradition.  They start  to, fleeting moments, and then they  just forget.  When they finally find  themselves, pressing that forbidden  cigarette into the ash tray or staring  sadly down at the rising scale, they  find just shrug.  They swear to do  better next year and rush off into  their busy lives, with their trusty  habits.  <br />
<br />
Anyway. . if I post this, I will  immediately smother it with another  entry (sorry) that isn't quite so  bitter or sad.  ^_^ <br />
<br />
..Or maybe I'll just be lazy and hope  none of you bother to read this. . .  Cookies if you did though!<br />
<br />
-Norbie ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>Blind MEce.  (Mece are a rare form of mice.)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 20:50:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *beats today viciously* <br />
This between my brother and I.<br />
<br />
jinaiunknown: I have stuff too.  It's  good stuff.  Stuff stuff.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : Oooo, stuff stuff?<br />
jinaiunknown: Yes. . rare stuff stuff  too.  Even stuffy people. . .don't have  this stuff stuff.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : Wow.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : I'm impressed.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : So impressed that I  exploded.<br />
<br />
This too.<br />
<br />
bigpoppa_41 : When you pass Jupiter,  turn at the 3rd moon, bounce four times  on your head, wiggle your nose, and  swim like a fish until morning.<br />
jinaiunknown: I would just hand you the  napkin this is all written on. . .but  then you couldn't wiggle your nose. .  and fish don't like napkins.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : Ahh, damn.<br />
jinaiunknown: I know.  Stupid fish.<br />
bigpoppa_41 : Maybe if the napkins were  on fire...<br />
jinaiunknown: ...then we could have  fish for dinner<br />
<br />
Though perhaps this is only funny if  you're me. . or you saw the directions  that spurred this. <br />
<br />
So there. ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>...Yet.  And maybe.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2004 17:37:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ o.0  While enjoying my hobby (wasting  time/energy), I created a small list.<br />
<br />
What not to say to the Emoboy-<br />
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Would you mind stepping under that big  net over there?<br />
Can I sniff you?<br />
Could I have that gum wrapper when  you're through?<br />
...myu...*chokes* Myu? . . . Myu?!. . .  *panics* MYU!!!!!!!!!! *passes out*<br />
< . <  Your face looks smaller up close.<br />
Would you try this on?  *holds out  skirt*<br />
  ....*holds out collar/leash*<br />
  ....*holds up makeup case*<br />
....................*drools  slightly*............................... ........................<br />
Is your window on the first floor?<br />
Do you have a guard dog?<br />
Do you keep your curtains shut alot?<br />
Why are you dating a cow?<br />
  ....I bet she eats beef.<br />
  ....Would you date me if I ate  humans?<br />
  ....*bites him* Now?<br />
*scribbles "demands" at the top of this  list and hands it to him*<br />
Can I pet you?<br />
Are you having porridge for supper?<br />
  ...I'm not.<br />
Hold still .....<br />
<br />
<br />
-Norb ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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                <title>&gt;.&lt; No art yet.</title>
                <link>http://algophiliac.deviantart.com/journal/3935676/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2004 22:50:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ..but I did get it to let me in.  That  counts I guess.  One day, I'll stumble  upon a poor, homeless scanner.  . .  Then I'll be able to properly waste  this space.  Of course, I have to  stumble upon a halfway decent computer  first.<br />
<br />
Anyway, now I can pester the good souls  of this place.  So Yay.<br />
<br />
-Norbert ]]></description>
                <author>~algophiliac</author>
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