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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760</id><updated>2009-06-22T08:14:47.337-05:00</updated><title type="text">A Violently Executed Blog</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;b&gt;Any law which violates the inalienable rights of man is essentially unjust and tyrannical; it is not a law at all. - Maximilien Robespierre &lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AViolentlyExecutedBlog" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-6565873121572213452</id><published>2009-06-22T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:11:37.215-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Feel So Smart Now</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Feel So Smart Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to feel incredibly smug when you start using Linux?  Because I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuggy McSmuggerson, that's me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've got this near-overwhelming urge to start decorating everything with a penguin motif.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-6565873121572213452?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6565873121572213452" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6565873121572213452" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/gzKNgUgwvVw/i-feel-so-smart-now.html" title="I Feel So Smart Now" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-smart-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-3722185628161610223</id><published>2009-06-21T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:26:14.250-05:00</updated><title type="text">Victory!  Of A Sort.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Victory!  Of A Sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one new hard drive later, I've installed Linux Kubuntu on the laptop.  I've got the WiFi connection working, I've got Firefox installed (note to Google:  MAKE CHROME FOR LINUX) and I'm working on a download of Wine so I can install iTunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-3722185628161610223?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3722185628161610223" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3722185628161610223" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/edg73E3JhwE/victory-of-sort.html" title="Victory!  Of A Sort." /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/06/victory-of-sort.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-5512511371809360722</id><published>2009-06-13T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:33:18.547-05:00</updated><title type="text">Out Of Pocket</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Out Of Pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an FYI - the hard drive on my laptop died last night, so until I get it fixed, replaced or just get a new laptop (HA!), I'll be online a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get email on my cell, and you can call me - email me if you need my number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-5512511371809360722?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5512511371809360722" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5512511371809360722" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/R6CzAm_FVVE/out-of-pocket.html" title="Out Of Pocket" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-pocket.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-5661989506014701261</id><published>2009-06-04T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:09:08.292-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Only Have One Thing To Say About This</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Only Have One Thing To Say About This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/voracious/2009/06/beer_hydrates_you_better_than.php"&gt;OH HELL YES.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck on THAT, teetotalers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-5661989506014701261?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5661989506014701261" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5661989506014701261" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/FJpLKn2UisA/i-only-have-one-thing-to-say-about-this.html" title="I Only Have One Thing To Say About This" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-only-have-one-thing-to-say-about-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-6292025554802933146</id><published>2009-05-08T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:50:58.347-05:00</updated><title type="text">You Think I'm Crazy?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Think I'm Crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're wrong.  Obviously, the spiders have a plan.  &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/environment/article6231301.ece"&gt;They're attacking on two fronts.&lt;/a&gt;  The legions of whistling, venomous, dinner-plate-sized spiders attack from the south, the bulletproof giant spiders attack from the north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-6292025554802933146?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6292025554802933146" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6292025554802933146" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/Yq5o1cZQ-OY/you-think-im-crazy.html" title="You Think I'm Crazy?" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-think-im-crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-3401811981441047354</id><published>2009-05-07T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:00:09.740-05:00</updated><title type="text">Well, We're Really Fucked Now</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, We're Really Fucked Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Swine Flu - I've given up on the possibility of using the hysteria of the uninformed to somehow leverage employment.  No, I speak of something far worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not a plague of clowns.  Not quite that bad, but almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of the coming plague of &lt;a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/05/07/armoured_spiders_out_of_greenland/"&gt;car-sized, armored, meat-eating spiders from Greenland&lt;/a&gt;.  Sure, the initial article in &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/05/090505-spiders-bigger-global-warming.html"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt; is rather coy - no extrapolation, no dire warnings - but that's not really NatGeo's thing.  The first link above does all that, and delivers the real warning.  We're talking bulletproof spiders, spiders big enough to eat us whole in one bite (but they won't do that, because that would be too easy.  No, they'll tear us apart with their freakish mandibles, tossing random bits to their dog-sized and ravenous young).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't any of you try to muddle this with your "facts" and "reality" - I know the spiders are coming, just like I've been warning you all along.  You go ahead and act like there's no problem, and I'll stock up on anti-tank weaponry.  We'll see which one of us ends up spider bait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-3401811981441047354?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3401811981441047354" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3401811981441047354" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/iqu5aNTCzFI/well-were-really-fucked-now.html" title="Well, We're Really Fucked Now" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-were-really-fucked-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-2987893013690192419</id><published>2009-04-17T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:56:45.646-05:00</updated><title type="text">Just a Quick Heads-Up</title><content type="html">I'm in the market for work again.  Programming, it turns out, wasn't really my bag, baby.  I found myself less and less happy with what I was doing, and even less happy with the thought of doing that as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I am now.  Just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-2987893013690192419?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2987893013690192419" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2987893013690192419" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/qAVKdWC-M4Y/just-quick-heads-up.html" title="Just a Quick Heads-Up" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-quick-heads-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-8777431433765563188</id><published>2009-03-30T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:11:52.194-05:00</updated><title type="text">If My Marriage Was A Child...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If My Marriage Was A Child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It'd be old enough to vote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time 18 years ago, I was standing outside a church posing for pictures with my stomach tied up in knots, because in just a few hours I was going to marry the woman I loved more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding itself went well, though I don't remember much of it.  All of my memories of the ceremony are of Melissa.  I couldn't take my eyes off her, not even when my younger brother Micah fainted from locking his knees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, through ups and downs, tragedies and triumphant joys, Melissa's been there for me when I needed her, and I've done my best to be there for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade a second of that, not the times we were so angry at each other we couldn't talk rationally, not the times our hearts were broken, none of it.  The bad parts are more than made up for by the good parts, and the whole package fills me with joy every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Melissa.  You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and if the first 18 years make me this happy, I can't wait to see what the next 50 look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-8777431433765563188?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/8777431433765563188" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/8777431433765563188" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/ztko33QPiDE/if-my-marriage-was-child.html" title="If My Marriage Was A Child..." /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-my-marriage-was-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-5678881518454132131</id><published>2009-03-07T07:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:32:24.805-05:00</updated><title type="text">Who Watched The Watchmen?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who Watched The Watchmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 'Watchmen' last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really worked:&lt;br /&gt;Rorschach&lt;br /&gt;The Comedian&lt;br /&gt;The prison stuff&lt;br /&gt;The 'world history in 5 minutes' montage at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Rorshach's death&lt;br /&gt;The art direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What didn't quite work:&lt;br /&gt;Veidt's reveal&lt;br /&gt;The coda w/ Sally Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;Silk Sprectre II&lt;br /&gt;Not enough Bernie/Bernard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the differences per se, or the more faithful bits that kept the movie this side of great.  It came down to the cuts more than anything else - Moore and Gibbons wove everything into the story, and the cuts removed a lot of the nuances that fleshed out the story.  Additionally, the cuts made Moore's already weak depictions of women a lot more problematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; movie, but not quite a &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; movie.  The graphic novel was, for its time, absolutely ground-breaking and shattering of the superhero tropes as we knew them in the mid-eighties.  Since then, other comics and superhero movies have been informed by &lt;i&gt;Watchmen&lt;/i&gt;, so that we've seen all of this before - maybe not in the same movie all at once, but we've seen it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give Snyder full points for having the balls to attempt to adapt &lt;i&gt;Watchmen&lt;/i&gt;, and had his source material been less weighted with its own history and the emotional history of its fans, I think he could have had a great film.  In the end, though, there's too much to put on the screen and Snyder fell just a wee bit short.  And I'm OK with that - I don't think every hit has to be a home run, it's perfectly OK to get a solid base hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go see it again, and I'll go see the Director's Cut when it comes out, and I'll buy the DVD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be interested in reading/hearing the reactions of people that came to the movie without reading the source material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-5678881518454132131?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5678881518454132131" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5678881518454132131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/kEl6m_vFYQs/who-watched-watchmen.html" title="Who Watched The Watchmen?" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-watched-watchmen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-4122202933637250650</id><published>2009-03-06T16:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:25:26.669-06:00</updated><title type="text">At Midnight All The Agents...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Midnight All The Agents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night - Melissa and I are heading to see 'Watchmen' at 7.  It's been a while since I've looked forward to a movie as much as I am this one.  Those of you that aren't hip to the comic probably don't get it, and them as got into comics after the late 1980s probably don't get it either.  I remember picking up the first issue of this comic and being blown away - Moore and Gibbons did one of the best jobs of world-building ever, and the comic has stood up to multiple readings - there are always new nuggets to discover in the text and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reviews I've seen have, for the most part, been positive.  People whose opinions and tastes match mine (Wil Wheaton, f'rex) have raved about it.  Still, I could hate it.  That's possible.  If so, there are no doubt some of you that will be delighted to be able to say, 'I told you so!'  That's cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm leaving work in a few minutes, and I'll probably post a mini review tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote from the comic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-4122202933637250650?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/4122202933637250650" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/4122202933637250650" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/SR0soYog9lA/at-midnight-all-agents.html" title="At Midnight All The Agents..." /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-midnight-all-agents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-6580635183715086020</id><published>2009-02-26T05:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:56:54.014-06:00</updated><title type="text">Today In History</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Today in History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years ago, twelve years and 2 or 3 hours to be exact, my son Drew was born.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday he was a toddler, tottering around the house terrorizing the cats, and now he's careening towards his teens, opinionated and clever, starting to face the world on his terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done so far, son.  Keep it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-6580635183715086020?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6580635183715086020" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6580635183715086020" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/CVVmn-Y91wo/today-in-history.html" title="Today In History" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-in-history.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-1979620867242421178</id><published>2009-02-25T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:18:32.406-06:00</updated><title type="text">I Knew It Was Coming...</title><content type="html">I knew it was coming, but it's still a punch in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pjstar.com/entertainment/x1749108393/Philip-Jose-Farmer-dead-at-91"&gt;Philip Jose Farmer died this morning&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I loved (and still do) his work.  &lt;i&gt;Riverworld&lt;/i&gt; alone earned him permanent status as a master of SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's sailing Upriver on the Not For Hire right now.  He deserves that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-1979620867242421178?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1979620867242421178" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1979620867242421178" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/fXQGlvNE3yY/i-knew-it-was-coming.html" title="I Knew It Was Coming..." /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-knew-it-was-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-5362174680227325959</id><published>2009-01-17T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:16:25.945-06:00</updated><title type="text">Updates and Miscellany</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Updates and Miscellany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a &lt;s&gt;quiet&lt;/s&gt; kind-of-busy week in &lt;s&gt;Lake Wobegon&lt;/s&gt; Austin.  My work is still going very well, but it doesn't really allow the long reflective breaks my last job did, and I certainly have less time than I did when I was unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving the job - programming is more difficult and a lot more fun than I ever thought it was (not that I thought programming was a cakewalk before).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I are doing this home organization thing that seems to be bearing fruit of the less-clutter variety.  I'm using some of the organization tricks at work to keep my thoughts together, which is helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, I'm just a lot happier when I'm working, and when I'm doing work I enjoy, I'm even happier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still lots of stresses, of course - money's still very tight from my unemployment period, but we're working on getting our shit together in that area as well.  Melissa's been &lt;i&gt;incredibly&lt;/i&gt; busy at her job, but she's also been given a promotion, so it kind of balances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking off and on (more off- than on- recently, but I plan to remedy that) with a couple of friends about giving a gaming podcast a try (hence the recent poll on this blog), and I've been researching some of the technical logistics of this plan.  The homebrewing is going well - I've got one bottle of Barack Bock left, which I'll be drinking on Tuesday to celebrate having a real president again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically, I'm still recovering from the election and eight years of having my "Outrage" setting turned up to 11.  There's still tons to be angry about, but I need some time to chill out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, that's my life in a nutshell.  How are you guys doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-5362174680227325959?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5362174680227325959" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5362174680227325959" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/Ho0_nwe6Vxs/updates-and-miscellany.html" title="Updates and Miscellany" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-and-miscellany.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-9064094554710188696</id><published>2009-01-03T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:29:39.984-06:00</updated><title type="text">Guitar Girlz RAWK</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guitar Girlz RAWK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran got her birthday presents today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guitar and lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aclipscomb/3165336502/" title="Picture 022 by aclipscomb, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1087/3165336502_7857697967.jpg" width="500" height="362" alt="Picture 022" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, from my parents, a gold cross that belonged to my grandmother, Franny's namesake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aclipscomb/3165360466/" title="Picture 033 by aclipscomb, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/3165360466_d36f0e2530.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Picture 033" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-9064094554710188696?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/9064094554710188696" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/9064094554710188696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/tG05qVOhGtg/guitar-girlz-rawk.html" title="Guitar Girlz RAWK" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/guitar-girlz-rawk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-2900178836056348524</id><published>2009-01-03T08:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:37:13.573-06:00</updated><title type="text">Birfday Girl</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birfday Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Franny is 9.  9 going on 16 some days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a sweet, clever girl and I'm immensely proud of her.  Happy birthday, daughter of mine.  Don't grow up too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-2900178836056348524?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2900178836056348524" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2900178836056348524" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/7Rp3AjgtCFU/birfday-girl.html" title="Birfday Girl" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/birfday-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-6075275226851978582</id><published>2009-01-01T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:29:59.453-06:00</updated><title type="text">Meet the New Year, Fundamentally the Same as the Old Year</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Meet the New Year, Fundamentally the Same as the Old Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2009.  I find that I'm happier if I keep my expectations low.  Life works better for me as a series of things that didn't quite go as badly as I feared than as a continual series of minor disappointments.  YMMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't anticipate losing my job to the wonders of offshoring this year, so things on the work from should be better.  The rest of the world I expect will annoy, disappoint, frustrate and vex me about as much as it usually does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I hope everything goes really well for all of you out there, but I don't PLAN on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I've got NYE dishes to wash and some kind of starchy and spicy breakfast to wrangle for myself.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-6075275226851978582?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6075275226851978582" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/6075275226851978582" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/yaj5KkWtV6s/meet-new-year-fundamentally-same-as-old.html" title="Meet the New Year, Fundamentally the Same as the Old Year" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-new-year-fundamentally-same-as-old.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-5042349993713422808</id><published>2008-12-29T10:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:03:58.326-06:00</updated><title type="text">Polls Make Me Happy</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Polls Make Me Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- NEOMYZ WEB POLL CODE STARTS HERE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- DO NOT EDIT BELOW THIS LINE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neomyz.com/poll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.neomyz.com/shared/getpoll.aspx?1bebe57bdf2cbe3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neomyz.com/poll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.neomyz.com/poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own web poll in less than 3 minutes,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gain valuable feedback from your site visitors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your browser does not seem to support JavaScript,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poll will not be displayed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- NEOMYZ WEB POLL CODE ENDS HERE --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-5042349993713422808?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5042349993713422808" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/5042349993713422808" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/MdpzS4GGXqQ/polls-make-me-happy.html" title="Polls Make Me Happy" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/12/polls-make-me-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-9049470083428206192</id><published>2008-12-25T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:20:38.074-06:00</updated><title type="text">Hail The Unconquered Sun!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hail The Unconquered Sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Mithrastide to all of you, and I hope all is well for you and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I noticed last night that I finally rolled over to 100,000 hits sometime in the last couple of days.  Thanks to all you that are still reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a few projects right now, besides work and keeping the house in shape - a second comic script, working with an artist on the first script and kicking around a gaming podcast idea with a couple of friends here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post updates as I've got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-9049470083428206192?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/9049470083428206192" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/9049470083428206192" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/BX9tNMSbr2c/hail-unconquered-sun.html" title="Hail The Unconquered Sun!" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/12/hail-unconquered-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-4198960309754857567</id><published>2008-12-13T11:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:30:26.540-06:00</updated><title type="text">Awesome Song</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awesome Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approve of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XFJWPokgYE&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XFJWPokgYE&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-4198960309754857567?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/4198960309754857567" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/4198960309754857567" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/3pnswRkWJPc/awesome-song.html" title="Awesome Song" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-8773120026067097295</id><published>2008-11-26T17:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:31:24.988-06:00</updated><title type="text">Week 2 Done!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Week 2 Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my second week of work (technically, it was a half-week, but hey, who's counting?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd fact:  there's at least 3 homebrewers in the current training class, plus several more in the IT group campus-wide.  Apparently, one of the things they select for in this program is beermakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are slowly adjusting to our new family schedule.  Drew's been especially good so far coming home alone and getting his homework done.  Did I mention he made the Honor Roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, Drew.  Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, got to get ready to eat and eat some more for Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-8773120026067097295?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/8773120026067097295" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/8773120026067097295" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/TvpHKHmueFo/week-2-done.html" title="Week 2 Done!" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-2-done.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-2240501453223061918</id><published>2008-11-20T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:19:01.513-06:00</updated><title type="text">General Update</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;General Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Major Information and Private Details couldn't be here today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work proceeds.  I'm neck-deep in learning Natural and getting to know my co-workers (or, rather, fellow trainees).  There's 11 of us in one room (called, of course, the Bullpen) with 7 more sharing 3 offices.  Everyone's at a different level in the training, but there's a very congenial atmosphere - it's expected that everyone is available to answer questions and/or provide helpful hints.  The primary emphasis is, of course, on getting through the self-paced training program, but the secondary emphasis (and almost as big as the training) is on building a network of colleagues to last through your career at UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training is hard work - I've never been good at languages, and a programming language is only different in that there's more structure to it.  It's a little difficult in that the commands are in English, of course, which means learning a second meaning for a lot of words, a meaning that's only appropriate in some circumstances, and in others, the meaning is a completely different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it's a nice environment, the work is hard and parking at UT is terrible.  I've had to completely scrap any idea of dropping Fran and Alec off at school, and it looks like I'll be arriving too late in the evening to pick them up from after-school.  Still, this is only for 6 months, so if we can make it through this period, I'll likely be in a position with a little more flexibility.  In the meantime, I'm pondering bringing my bike to campus and riding it from the parking lot to the UT Tower (yes, THAT tower).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've got a good view if the guy in the office to my right leaves his door open, and I crane waaaaay back in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I owe you an email, I'm sorry and I will get around to it sooner or later, probably later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post again this weekend, and get back into more blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-2240501453223061918?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2240501453223061918" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/2240501453223061918" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/25xqTpPExkQ/general-update.html" title="General Update" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/general-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-7036797541935458149</id><published>2008-11-17T06:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:54:35.409-06:00</updated><title type="text">Today I Has A Job</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today I Has A Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start at UT today.  Today should be paperwork and getting settled in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be an intern in the IT group, learning to program.  After the internship is over, I'll be a full-fledged programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is career #3 for me, and hopefully the last one until I retire.  &lt;i&gt;::knocks wood::&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a liar if I didn't admit to a small case of stage fright, but I think I'll be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-7036797541935458149?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/7036797541935458149" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/7036797541935458149" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/SRj1y_EL21I/today-i-has-job.html" title="Today I Has A Job" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-has-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-1779329930142825855</id><published>2008-11-12T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:21:02.646-06:00</updated><title type="text">Why Things Suck</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Why Things Suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because THE GAYS ARE GETTING MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video SFW, pretty much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rixkck8QnjY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rixkck8QnjY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More deets on the job soon, I promise.  As soon as I've got the paperwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-1779329930142825855?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1779329930142825855" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1779329930142825855" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/c0-kYzEMJiI/why-things-suck.html" title="Why Things Suck" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-things-suck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-1990711195599888196</id><published>2008-11-07T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:09:39.699-06:00</updated><title type="text">I GOT A JOB</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I GOT A JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start November 17th at the University of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO-FUCKING-YA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-1990711195599888196?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1990711195599888196" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/1990711195599888196" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/Roea6g8Ixco/i-got-job.html" title="I GOT A JOB" /><author><name>Adam C. Lipscomb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16546739645381305662" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://aclipscomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204760.post-3976921649148591538</id><published>2008-11-05T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:53:49.650-06:00</updated><title type="text">Getting It Out of My System</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting It Out of My System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unseemly to gloat &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt;, but after the last 2 presidential elections and having to listen to shithead GOP zombies vomit forth their unholy glee over 1 outright theft of an election and another that is questionable at best, I think I've earned the right to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SUCK IT, TITTY-BABIES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little LOL for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=2495342' &gt;&lt;img src='http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/11/5/128703842611566757.jpg' alt='funny pictures' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href='http://icanhascheezburger.com'&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204760-3976921649148591538?l=aclipscomb.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3976921649148591538" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204760/posts/default/3976921649148591538" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AViolentlyExecutedBlog/~3/EKLwUqdR6wA/getting-it-out-of-my-system.html" title="Getting It Out of My System" /><author><name>Adam C. 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