<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6575487</id><updated>2024-03-13T08:42:37.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Thinking About Something Else</title><subtitle type='html'>That pretty much sums up my life nowadays. I will be doing something, walking into a room or driving, and I will go askew. Someone will inevitably ask at that same moment, &quot;What are you doing?&quot;. Which will confuse me and I can only respond, &quot;Yeah, well...I was thinking about something else&quot;.  &#xa;                      &lt;p&gt;(formerly A Connecticut Yankee)&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-6877842046455337500</id><published>2010-07-10T07:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:37:26.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today&#39;s Weight</title><content type='html'>285.5. Yes, thank you, the tide has turned.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/6877842046455337500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/6877842046455337500' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6877842046455337500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6877842046455337500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-weight_10.html' title='Today&#39;s Weight'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-4608621630119348414</id><published>2010-07-06T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:23:58.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today&#39;s Weight</title><content type='html'>...is more than yesterday&#39;s weight.  This is not going well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/4608621630119348414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/4608621630119348414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/4608621630119348414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/4608621630119348414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-weight_06.html' title='Today&#39;s Weight'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-2255435561983393504</id><published>2010-07-04T02:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:28:53.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today&#39;s Weight</title><content type='html'>289.0. This would be more...&lt;br /&gt;Not what I intended. Never do. It happens because I do not mind, and that is where it falls down. Weight loss is really really hard work. Something I really really do not do well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/2255435561983393504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/2255435561983393504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/2255435561983393504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/2255435561983393504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-weight_04.html' title='Today&#39;s Weight'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-7795486656312893969</id><published>2010-07-02T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:48:06.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today&#39;s Weight</title><content type='html'>288.1 lbs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/7795486656312893969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/7795486656312893969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7795486656312893969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7795486656312893969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-weight.html' title='Today&#39;s Weight'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-9158308672021167091</id><published>2010-06-19T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:38:44.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying to find my way</title><content type='html'>Through this new template. With the changeover I lost all the &quot;blogs I read&quot; etc., type things. I do not remember the HTML to do these things as I have been weaned away by the simplicity of facebook, which is really plug&#39;n&#39;play. I am confident it will comeback or I will figure it out at some point down the road. It is so time consuming though, and I really came back to the blog to just write. Moving forward.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/9158308672021167091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/9158308672021167091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/9158308672021167091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/9158308672021167091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-trying-to-find-my-way.html' title='I am trying to find my way'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-1282275326160982942</id><published>2010-06-17T00:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:26:05.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired of hearing about fat people.</title><content type='html'>Someone I know posted on her facebook page, an article from a feminist blog that concerned a woman who was kicked off the exercise equipment at a women&#39;s only gym. She was kicked off for being overweight. The slant from the blog was that there was yet another occasion where fat people were shamed.&lt;br /&gt;     I say no. The article mentioned that the woman was offered an aerobics area to work out in or a refund of her membership fee. I say the gym was right. I say the gym protected itself from a lawsuit and protected the woman whose health could be at risk on gym equipment that her body is not ready for. Which is why the alternative aerobics area would have been offered. The fat body needs to be prepared and eased onto gym equipment.&lt;br /&gt;     It really frosted me that this, and I do not want to single out this blogger because this does not happen often, was brought under the umbrella of slights against fat people in a sweeping generalization. And anyone will tell you I really hate sweeping generalizations.&lt;br /&gt;     I had more but I cannot think of what it was now. I am just so tired of hearing about fat people.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/1282275326160982942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/1282275326160982942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/1282275326160982942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/1282275326160982942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-tired-hearing-about-fat-people.html' title='I am tired of hearing about fat people.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-6343752275606888005</id><published>2010-06-08T01:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:55:26.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be the barometric pressure</title><content type='html'>A study in the early 1980&#39;s found that school age boys would be much more difficult in class when the barometric pressure was low. I found today to be a pretty good day and I did not feel like misbehaving at any point so the barometric pressure must have been good.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/6343752275606888005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/6343752275606888005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6343752275606888005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6343752275606888005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-must-be-barometric-pressure.html' title='It must be the barometric pressure'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-7980714973488517412</id><published>2010-06-06T01:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:58:42.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name, Old Management</title><content type='html'>This is the first post under the new name.&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from blogging for a long time and I hope this will be the new name/new blogger writing and not just typing. A few things have happened since I left blogging. Made some new friends and reunited with old friends (how I really missed old friends), and I think lost some friends.&lt;br /&gt;I want to move forward from this point rather than dwell on the past and what happened while I was away. Maybe I will have the past pop up occasionally as an amusing anecdote. Maybe not. I want a Pulitzer prize. The real deal. I am writing a play to achieve that goal. I hope I start to write betterer, or I can kiss that dream adieu.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think now, why do I want to blog. There is essentially a not small group that I do not want to read it, which is so restricting. One needs a place to express their ideas though. Come heck or high water, or the opinions that were not asked for.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the saddle again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/7980714973488517412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/7980714973488517412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7980714973488517412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7980714973488517412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-name-old-management.html' title='New Name, Old Management'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-7410728905233409637</id><published>2008-10-04T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:18:24.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Gathering</title><content type='html'>...my thoughts</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/7410728905233409637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/7410728905233409637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7410728905233409637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/7410728905233409637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-gathering.html' title='Still Gathering'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-6357588806456827877</id><published>2008-10-01T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:11:02.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been over a year...</title><content type='html'>I may say more. I may not...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure,yet.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/6357588806456827877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/6357588806456827877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6357588806456827877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/6357588806456827877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-over-year.html' title='It has been over a year...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-5912827963926510387</id><published>2007-06-26T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:37:22.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, Frank Lloyd Wright</title><content type='html'>This song by the famous Funkel Brothers, Simon and Gar, is what I try and start these days with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days seem busier now, especially having lost touch with so many by not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still keep up kinda with reading blogs and occasionally guerrilla comment, but it&#39;s been awkward since my own blogging has on the wane.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/5912827963926510387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/5912827963926510387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/5912827963926510387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/5912827963926510387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-long-frank-lloyd-wright.html' title='So long, Frank Lloyd Wright'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-7516158433336633358</id><published>2007-04-22T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:20:42.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; 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margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/rick165/469356810/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/469356810_54e0534f27_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/rick165/469356810/&quot;&gt;6-13-2006&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/rick165/&quot;&gt;wordman165&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/8451084256865300753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/8451084256865300753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/8451084256865300753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/8451084256865300753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2007/04/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying something new'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/469356810_54e0534f27_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116848853180386223</id><published>2007-01-10T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:08:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; 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&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.similarminds.com/movie/9.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com/othertests.html&quot;&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://similarminds.com&quot;&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116651284919763400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116651284919763400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116651284919763400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116651284919763400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-classic-movie-are-you-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116581616401430057</id><published>2006-12-11T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:49:24.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, you didn&#39;t ask for it, but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;TABLE&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=middle width=255 height=600&gt;&lt;img border=1 src=&quot;http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGLMm.gif&quot; name=thebigpicture19&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;TABLE class=small cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 width=200 bgshmolor=#cc9966 border=0&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD bgshmolor=cornsilk&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;FACT:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;You embody the German principle of &lt;I&gt;Konstantzusammenschaft&lt;/I&gt;, which is best described in English &lt;FONT shmolor=#999999&gt;(without using the obscure English word &quot;sammenschaft&quot;)&lt;/FONT&gt; as &quot;eternal togethermanship&quot;. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;          &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;R&lt;/B&gt;andom&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;G&lt;/B&gt;entle&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;L&lt;/B&gt;ove&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;M&lt;/B&gt;aster (&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;RGLMm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Well-liked. Well-established. You are &lt;B&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/B&gt;. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships--as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    You&#39;ve had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You&#39;re a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- begin exact opposite table --&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;  &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 align=right bgshmolor=#bbbbbb border=0&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=20&gt;  &lt;TD align=middle bgshmolor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;SPAN class=tiny&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Billy Goat&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 hspace=3 src=&quot;http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBSDm_thumb.gif&quot; vspace=7&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Deliberate&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Brutal&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Sex&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Dreamer&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;!-- end exact opposite table --&gt;    You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers &lt;B&gt;nothing&lt;/B&gt; in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you&#39;ll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you&#39;ll surprise her by leaving.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 src=&quot;http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif&quot;&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Nymph&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Window Shopper&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Peach&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test&#39;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href=&#39;http://www.okcupid.com&#39;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116581616401430057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116581616401430057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116581616401430057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116581616401430057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-you-didnt-ask-for-it-but.html' title='OK, you didn&#39;t ask for it, but....'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116461758982071046</id><published>2006-11-27T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:38:26.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme</title><content type='html'>Shmelessly, as always stole this one from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.muchmorethanamom.com/&quot;&gt;Much More Than A Mom&lt;/a&gt;, because I&#39;m just that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grinch who stole Xmas. What a dick. Am I right, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones. Hey, Get A Clue. It&#39;s OVER. Mick, put a shirt on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney. &#39;nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is your favorite cheese?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Land O&#39;Lakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Latifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Etheridge. Yes, yes. I know she&#39;s gay. Hello? MY fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Now that you’ve slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely either donate it to the Church, or, buy &lt;i&gt;imported&lt;/i&gt; beer and higher grade porn. (shouldn&#39;t really bank on the Church one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WDW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souveniers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. A demon rises out of Hell and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is…?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka Sours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?&lt;/strong&gt; 1981, become good friends with Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what’s the premise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Fuddles&#39;. A goofy, big dog who always comes to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is your favorite curse word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much a word, as a phrase. Fuckin&#39; idiot. As in, &quot;Do you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you&#39;re talking out loud? Are you really that much of a fuckin&#39; idiot?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sorry but, this one was just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Your house is on fire! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the item?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What’s it gonna be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summer afternoon when I was seventeen when I looked around and I thought everything in my life was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes from the 1970&#39;s, except for desert boots. A decade of casual sex and fashion that guaranteed you would never get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool stuff… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin’! What country are you going to live in now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Canada, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry&#39;s Cafe in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Hopefully you didn’t mention this in the super-powers question…. If you did, then we’ll just expand on that. Check it out… Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like “Dude, check it out… I can FLOAT!”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Letterman&#39;s house. I would be a guaranteed winner of the &#39;Will It Float&#39; segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. The Gates of Hell have opened, and Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn&#39;t be able to handle picking someone to have give up heaven to come back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What’s your theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116461758982071046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116461758982071046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116461758982071046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116461758982071046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/11/meme.html' title='A Meme'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116460121754420695</id><published>2006-11-26T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:20:17.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecticut Yankee Party of 29, Please. Right This Way...</title><content type='html'>Hope you had a good Thanksgiving, or as I like to call it, Big Pants Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Day is a glorius thing for so many reasons that I&#39;ve listed before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No pressure of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is a NATIONAL FOOD HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;3. (Most) Folks get Friday off from work/school by virtue of the FACT that Thanksgiving is ALWAYS on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;4. No religion involved. Everyone celebrates.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hosted Thanksgiving dinner in my humble abode(s) every year since the &#39;80&#39;s (because I LOVE leftovers) and have each year had a modest group of family members/guests that numbered from about 8-12 people generally. I have always harbored a dream of having all the family members gathered at my house for Thanksgiving and this year it came true. I fufilled my dream and 29 family members feasted in my quaint colonial home on 2 turkeys, a Carando ham, including a gut-busting amount of trimmings (there is only one way to have stuffing...and it is from the bird) and many homemade (rude and evil, &quot;calories are our friends!&quot;) desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to detail some logistical problems that secured my position on why I&#39;m never going to do this again, but this isn&#39;t the time. Everyone told me they had a good time and I believe them. An impetuous Australian Shiraz kept my blues away and there were so many great leftovers. A very serious amount. All good. No fruitcakes, if you know what I&#39;m saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot the best reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Friday is TV/Couch/Grazing Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I have to loosen my sweatpants...again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116460121754420695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116460121754420695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116460121754420695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116460121754420695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/11/connecticut-yankee-party-of-29-please.html' title='Connecticut Yankee Party of 29, Please. Right This Way...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116398242089274818</id><published>2006-11-19T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:27:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Land That Our Grandchildren Knew</title><content type='html'>Kind of an ambiguous title for this post because as much as I want to talk about Thanksgiving, the best, and my favorite holiday, I don&#39;t know how much will get to it within this post.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of personal tragedies in my life just waiting for me to blurt out in whiney crybaby fashion, and I guess a blog is really good for that purpose, but somehow it just doesn&#39;t really say &#39;me&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;Right now at this moment I want to be heading to Anna Liffey&#39;s (a bar with Guinness on tap) and pretending to fit in with the crowd that is way younger than me. All under the guise of me thinking it would be fun and them not thinking, &quot;Whoa, the guy&#39;s like twice our age&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s sort of a Love/Hate relationship with bars. I love them because they have well, y&#39;know...alcohol. And a festive atmosphere. I hate them because the alcohol is so fucking expensive! Still, there is that festive atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;The money part prevents me from associating with my clutch of ne&#39;er do wells, as often as I would like. Money, or lack of therein, prevents alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being younger, too. Then again, who doesn&#39;t. I&#39;m not really that bad off in the age department, but just for me personally there are just alot of things I miss. One would be school time.  Not school itself, but the lifestyle. It always turns out to be an, if-I-knew-then-what-I-know-now, crying in your beer, life story, but that isn&#39;t where I&#39;m going. Not dwelling. Just mentioning. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Photographs are big helpers for isolating a time. Happy memories of vacations standing in line waiting to get on a ride in DisneyWorld just before a downpour. A sister when she was little looking impish, before growing up and facing countless operations for medical conditions that were dormant. Friends who have come and gone. Favored relatives who have left me behind (That&#39;s you cousin Mark, for not taking care of your diabetes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For my life&lt;br /&gt;Still ahead&lt;br /&gt;Pity Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116398242089274818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116398242089274818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116398242089274818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116398242089274818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-land-that-our-grandchildren-knew.html' title='In The Land That Our Grandchildren Knew'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-116391816964666533</id><published>2006-11-19T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:36:09.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Know Where to Begin</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been so long and a lot has happened. I am sure with extreme effort I could put a funny spin on it, and I may give that the college try, but then again...&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I posted I&#39;ve only occasionally making comments guerrilla-style on other peoples blogs without giving them a chance to poke fun at me because i hadn&#39;t posted anything in a long time. Rude of me, to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;I truly respect the people who post all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, y&#39;know what? Fuck this, I&#39;m goin&#39; to bed. Maybe more tomorrow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/116391816964666533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/116391816964666533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116391816964666533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/116391816964666533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-know-where-to-begin.html' title='Don&#39;t Know Where to Begin'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-115915335267641035</id><published>2006-09-24T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:05:30.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, this was too close for comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047&#39; style=&#39;text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold; color:black; font-size:12px; cursor:default;&#39;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;width:155px; height:15px;&#39;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&#39;width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #960000;&#39;&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;&#39;&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&#39;padding:0px;&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=150760x9FC187#s1&#39; target=&#39;_blank&#39; style=&#39;text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;&#39;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#FF0000; border-bottom:1px solid #960000; border-right:1px solid #960000; 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Your socializing tends to be restricted to a few close friends. You can be very easily upset, even by what most people consider the normal demands of living. People consider you to be extremely sensitive and emotional. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. You have some concern with others&#39; needs, and are generally pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/115915335267641035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/115915335267641035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115915335267641035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115915335267641035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-this-was-too-close-for-comfort.html' title='Wow, this was too close for comfort'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-115734119285363536</id><published>2006-09-03T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:39:52.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Days</title><content type='html'>Today was the day that the shower water in the upstairs bathtub decided to reroute through the wall. The wall that has all the shower and bath plumbing fixtures, adjacent to aforementioned bathtub. The water did this rather than assume the more tried and true course of the bathtub drain. &lt;br /&gt;The water in choosing this road did not understand the logistical considerations of such a career decision. Things like, oh, unprepared house interwiring, unseaworthy wood and sheetrock, panicing humans when ceiling light fixtures blow because they&#39;re filling up with h2o. Sometimes change is not good.&lt;br /&gt;The water was persistent, too. Did not stop until it found a path all the way to the basement.  &lt;br /&gt;May I take a moment here to mention the virtues of wet/dry vac&#39;s. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;A rule in our house is that we don&#39;t purchase the non-free movies available on cable. My son chose to ignore this rule and qeued up &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456554/&quot;&gt;Grandma&#39;s Boy&lt;/a&gt;. I found out when I saw the movie playing and someone said fuck and I thought, hmm, not regular tv, no dvd or tape. Well, long story short, I watched it a couple of times and it was hilarious. it&#39;s all Adam Sandler&#39;s cronies in their own movie and they do a really good job and I look forward to more from them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/115734119285363536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/115734119285363536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115734119285363536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115734119285363536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-of-days.html' title='A Day of Days'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575487.post-115681913655265423</id><published>2006-08-28T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:38:56.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bittersweet Thing</title><content type='html'>Since the picture was posted I have had what i like to consider a &#39;bunch&#39; of visitors. Now I feel obligated to write something. There&#39;s too much pressure now for anything profound, but maybe a word about the Emmy Awards last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tvgoddess.com/&quot;&gt;DeAnn&lt;/a&gt; does a great recap, but I have to put my two cents in with how great the show was. Truly. The pace faltered on only a couple of occasions, and only one bit, two at most, failed comedically. &lt;br /&gt;The show kept moving along. Really moving along for me as I am one of the 17% that Tivo&#39;d the event and then watched it this morning (zipping past every commercial, heh, heh).&lt;br /&gt;There were some &quot;What the Hell were they thinking on that one&quot; award moments. &lt;br /&gt;Why do they bother with any ceremony in a category with Chloris Leachman? Just give her the damn thing. She&#39;s going to win anyway (as she deserves!)&lt;br /&gt;I do believe one of the best acceptance speeches ever was the guy who &#39;had a list of people he would not like to thank&#39;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/feeds/115681913655265423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6575487/115681913655265423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115681913655265423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575487/posts/default/115681913655265423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/2006/08/bittersweet-thing.html' title='A Bittersweet Thing'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164620910811624513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>