<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:34:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category>human</category><category>Writing</category><category>55</category><category>Tim and Sal</category><category>Gratitude</category><category>Humor</category><category>Scripting</category><category>Political</category><category>Better Blogging</category><category>Wishes</category><category>Science</category><category>Prayer</category><category>Coffee</category><category>Bloggers</category><category>Entertainment</category><category>Friends</category><category>Justice</category><category>Karma</category><category>Adaptive Resonance Theory</category><category>Bullies</category><category>Evil Incarnate</category><category>Family</category><category>Kindness</category><category>Meme</category><category>Programming</category><category>Questionable Business Practices</category><category>Award</category><category>Fight</category><category>Future</category><category>Mind</category><category>Online Tool</category><category>Open Source Software</category><category>Poem</category><category>Book Critique</category><category>Films</category><category>Frustration</category><category>Fun with distortion.</category><category>Hurricane</category><category>Library of Congress</category><category>Linux Stuff</category><category>OpenID</category><category>Photos</category><category>Poisonous Snake</category><category>Public Domain</category><category>Sudoku</category><category>Thanksgiving Thursday</category><title>Artificial Intelligence-One Man&#39;s Quest</title><description>Artificial Intelligence-One Man&#39;s Quest could contain random musings about life, intelligence, programming, work, creativity, or virtually anything else that may be consequential to neuronal synaptic firing in the brain of one man, and may or may not have any bearing on reality to any other entity.</description><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-3476836576009793905</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-31T00:01:00.249-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Evil Incarnate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fight</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Future</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gratitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Justice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Political</category><title>Winning Must Be The Ultimate Goal, Nobody Remembers the Losers</title><atom:summary type="text">They were wrong.
Living by Republican ideals, I outlasted them.
I ran those socialists off their &quot;benefit everyone gardens&quot; and took the food myself. Exposure, starvation, disease, they deserved no protection from any of it. I put a stop to their Democratic cooperation and defeated them.
I won, I&#39;m the last person on Earth...</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2013/05/winning-must-be-ultimate-goal-nobody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-1358976879969164578</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2012 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-28T19:33:58.270-04:00</atom:updated><title>Stupid Spammers</title><atom:summary type="text">I was just checking my spam folder before cleaning it out and saw an item &quot;from Google.&quot; Naturally, I dug into it and clicked &quot;Show original.&quot; Here is an edited portion of what I see (names and numbers are changed to prevent tracking by the sender):

Delivered-To: charlesxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com
Received: by 10.236.165.67 with SMTP id d43crp224312yhl;
        Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:25:37 -0700 (PDT)
</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2012/09/stupid-spammers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-6124064015610012548</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T14:54:18.584-04:00</atom:updated><title>30 Months and Comcast is still Craptaculous.</title><atom:summary type="text">About two and a half years ago (Thursday, October 15, 2009) I posted about Comcast&#39;s internet service. Well, I&#39;m going to have to say, they haven&#39;t increased my confidence in them.

For months now, the service will knock everything off the network while the cable modem goes into a continuous loop of rebooting. Funny thing is, it seems to only happen during business hours, which tells me that </atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2012/05/30-months-and-comcast-is-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-5877551450244293585</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-05T16:19:12.120-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frustration</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Argh! I am so sick of reading things by supposed &quot;computer expert&quot; &quot;professional writers&quot; who cannot make the proper distinction between &#39;then&#39; and &#39;than.&#39; Anyone familiar with the if-then construct and comparisons, such as greater-than or less-than, should be able to make the leap that &#39;then&#39; denotes a sequence and &#39;than&#39; denotes a comparison.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/09/rgh-i-am-so-sick-of-reading-things-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-8708822580464434510</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T00:01:01.838-04:00</atom:updated><title>Diversion</title><atom:summary type="text">John exclaimed to Henry, &quot;This is going to be great!&quot;
&quot;Yeah, man. Here&#39;s yours.&quot;
They chewed and swallowed the bitter tablets like they were SweetTarts.
John looked out his second floor window. &quot;Wow, there&#39;s those two babes. I&#39;d sure like to...&quot;
Nearly pushing John out of the way, Henry moved to see also. &quot;Babe-a-liscious.&quot;
The pair waved at the girls by the pool. The girls didn&#39;t seem to react.
</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/07/diversion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-8355952263101649571</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T00:01:02.774-04:00</atom:updated><title>What Fiction? This?</title><atom:summary type="text"> We are placed upon the Earth, grow, learn, mature, find love, have children,  teach, nurture, tend, find new friends, lose track of some, keep in touch with others, work, eat, live and die.
Our realization of God&#39;s blessings fall far short of the times he truly bestows them upon us. We merely need to reflect.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-fiction-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-942996432529313462</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-02T10:01:23.973-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Evil Incarnate</category><title>Tonight, I Drink a Toast To The Navy Seals</title><atom:summary type="text">I never knew I would, I didn&#39;t expect the news, but tonight I will drink a toast to as yet unknown Navy Seals. 
Gentlemen, to you I say, &quot;Job well done.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/05/tonight-i-drink-toast-to-navy-seals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-4489408013334473451</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-01T00:01:04.455-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Bubbly</title><atom:summary type="text">Blowing bubbles, chasing and popping them, the small child had fun with his only toy. Happy but poor, he would rise to become a powerful peacemaker, never realizing that the air he stirred would ultimately stir the seed of the storm that would strike a tree with lightning.
The tree that would cause his death.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/04/55-flash-fiction-bubbly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-3957043500465064344</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T00:01:04.777-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Shady Beauty</title><atom:summary type="text">Summer 1948 - the thunder rolled, the wind blew, and lightning destroyed the majestic shade tree. One limb fell and struck the sapling, introducing a stress raiser, to be exacerbated and healed repeatedly in the next few years. Several decades resulted in a beautiful shade tree under which many powerful men would seek the cool shade.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/03/55-flash-fiction-shady-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-2505085950112622552</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-11T19:25:49.046-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Consequences</title><atom:summary type="text">First sounding like a door needing oil, the tree crashed down. Men in black suits scrambled to avoid death, then panicked. Their charge and one of their own did not fare so well. Underneath, a crimson puddle seeped out. The peace treaty would not be signed, the war would not be avoided. The skies wept.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2011/03/55-flash-fiction-consequences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-1161060494251187544</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T00:01:01.246-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">human</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wishes</category><title>Sanity Among Chaos</title><atom:summary type="text">Unable to escape the mob, huddled and frightened, they heard a shout.
&quot;STOP IT!.&quot;
&quot;Can&#39;t you see these are humans, too? Does your prejudice blind you to the fact that they are God&#39;s children, too? That they are capable of good works, and love?&quot;
(Murmurs.)
&quot;Does your prejudice make you murderers, incapable of either?&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/12/sanity-among-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-8972288676574410414</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T08:33:37.508-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Danger</title><atom:summary type="text">Repelling down a free-fall without walls, she fed the line out with the expertise of practice and her pure instinct.
Straight down, without the benefit of a spotter.
She finally reached the bottom, feet planted on solid ground. She began to walk away.
WHACK! 
&quot;Did you see that? That was a black-widow spider!&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/11/55-flash-fiction-danger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-660960596596760584</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-10T00:01:01.135-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">human</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wishes</category><title>A Misunderstanding #2</title><atom:summary type="text">He escaped and boarded the ship for home, escaping the murderous mob. He wanted better for everyone. Chased out, back south, treated as less than human. Millenia ago his family had roots here, moved south  a couple of centuries ago, chased out by the invaders. It was pure irony that they called him an alien.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/09/misunderstanding-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-5343355438960802168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T02:36:27.416-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>A Misunderstanding</title><atom:summary type="text">A single gentle touch, made with the most sensitive of her tactile limbs, caused a quick but agonizing death. The angry mob pursued the alien back to the ship.
Years after the incident, the last thing the aliens ever said was translated: &quot;Please don&#39;t kill her, she&#39;s only a child. We didn&#39;t know.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/07/misunderstanding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-5677663289480805221</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T13:59:40.589-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Linux Stuff</category><title>Restarting Jigdo for Windows Users</title><atom:summary type="text">Using jigdo to download DVD images for Debian Linux, isn&#39;t documented tremendously well for us Windows users. Specifically, continuation after some problem that caused the window to close, after downloading a couple or more Gigabytes of the disc. After looking at how the documentation told about mounting the .iso.tmp file and then feeding the path to the mount point, I realized what I needed to </atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/05/restarting-jigdo-for-windows-users.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-7994018353123703057</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-17T14:41:55.161-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Haha</title><atom:summary type="text">From Make magazine: How-To: Print from an iPad.

 </atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-6674179194844765771</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T20:25:49.055-04:00</atom:updated><title>55 Flash Fiction - Tim &amp; Sal #31</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;I used to blog, before blogs got popular, before they lost their popularity to the &#39;social sites&#39;,&quot; said Tim.

&quot;What was your blog&#39;s theme?&quot; inquired Sal.

&quot;Whatever stuck my fancy to write about, even though I started with a theme in mind.&quot;

&quot;So what you&#39;re telling me, is the theme was no theme.&quot;

&quot;Basically.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/04/55-flash-fiction-tim-sal-31.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-7116058983728903402</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-12T06:50:45.878-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Future</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Sadly</title><atom:summary type="text">A missed future, an unfortunate present.
We have wars, major economic recessions, ancient earthly worries, no HAL (Heuristic ALgorythm) 9000 or any other personable artificial intelligences, no missions past other planets or their moons, no mysterious perfectly proportioned multidimensional intelligence measuring black monoliths.

Arthur C. Clarke, genius, science fiction writer, in 2010, you </atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-2811670811579826878</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T00:01:01.461-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mind</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Simultaneous Mutterings</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;A mother has a heightened extra sensory perception, from having to read her progeny&#39;s needs, at least that is the theory, from those who believe in ESP,&quot; he said somewhat defensively.

&quot;I know what brought that thought up and you are wrong, I just say &#39;Jinx&#39; faster than you can... I still get a Coke.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/02/55-flash-fiction-simultaneous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-3476134858527375068</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-22T00:01:03.218-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">human</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tim and Sal</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Tim &amp; Sal #30</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;I would want others to prosper, having all they need to lead happy productive lives,&quot; stated Sal. &quot;I would want to be the best person I could be, and if I were human, I would be sorry for my follies.&quot;

Distracted, Tim didn&#39;t catch everything said - &quot;I missed that last part.&quot; 

&quot;I&#39;m sorry.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2010/01/55-flash-fiction-tim-sal-30.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-1345430160262764087</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T00:01:02.531-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tim and Sal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>55 Flash Fiction - Tim &amp; Sal #29</title><atom:summary type="text"> Tim: &quot;It&#39;s intriguing that authors can create entire histories in their fiction.&quot;Sal: &quot;There are many worlds with life on them, many more that no longer have life on them.&quot;&quot;What are you telling me?&quot;&quot;That with the infinite number of worlds, fictions written, may not be fictions, but instead may be pasts nearly forgotten.&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2009/10/55-flash-fiction-tim-sal-29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-8641683187280902086</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T18:49:01.923-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Questionable Business Practices</category><title>Craptaculous ComCast</title><atom:summary type="text"> I don&#39;t remember if I have complained in the past about the quality of service provided by BrightHouse, but if I have, I&#39;d like to rescind any misgivings I may have had. I&#39;d like instead to tell you about ComCast as an internet service provider.ComCast is CRAPTACULOUS! The level of service provided is far below what is reasonable to expect from anyone who should be allowed to stay in business. </atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2009/10/craptaculous-comcast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-3778615289319011265</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T07:50:32.911-04:00</atom:updated><title>Now Online</title><atom:summary type="text"> I am now online from the lovely city I&#39;m in. I don&#39;t know how permanent this connection will be, since its entirely wireless, but I&#39;ll try to maintain it.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-online.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-1627979985987865312</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T00:01:02.075-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gratitude</category><title>Falling in Fall.</title><atom:summary type="text"> I think I may be falling in love. She&#39;s cool, and calm, everyone around here knows her. She has a smoothness and a beauty I&#39;m beginning to take notice of and to appreciate. She reminds me of when I was younger, in another time, another place. I think I&#39;m falling for this city.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-in-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12318668.post-3224215331427659492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T21:57:28.573-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55 Flash Fiction Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gratitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">human</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prayer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Programming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scripting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wishes</category><title>New Life</title><atom:summary type="text"> Today marks the start of a new life for me. I&#39;ll be driving to a new city, starting a new job come Monday.I&#39;m so happy to have met the people I have in my last two (simultaneous) jobs, I&#39;ve met some great people.Please pray for me in my new life.</atom:summary><link>http://ai-onemansquest.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Charles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>