<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056</id><updated>2024-09-13T03:21:48.637-05:00</updated><category term="Games"/><category term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category term="Holidays"/><category term="The Fishy Show"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Japanese language learning"/><category term="Volunteering/Charity/etc."/><category term="NaNoWriMo"/><category term="Home"/><category term="MY WISHLIST-IN-PROGRESS"/><category term="Script Frenzy"/><category term="family"/><category term="pets"/><title type="text">Blithe Bewilderment</title><subtitle type="html">... So what else is cool?</subtitle><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default?alt=atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-355354311144536260</id><published>2008-05-24T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:52:37.698-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Volunteering/Charity/etc."/><title type="text">PS3 is cool. So is FreeRice.</title><content type="html">I really love my PS3, especially now that I have &lt;a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/PS3/Games/SingStar"&gt;SingStar&lt;/a&gt; and I'm using &lt;a href="http://folding.stanford.edu/"&gt;Folding@home&lt;/a&gt; (a project from Stanford where computers across the world do the volunteer work for us and help contribute to medical research).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxiHTe4O9Wqer1ys_0FOO86AqFkwxYWPkBwEWdOMn2C-AZmOmUUN-94TIz9NlXsFb4D3o_DMvt0ymmj-Kj2gElhhLjN2fG69coELnQ4Oah5cmJqBG-mSXmLkdyRCSehsPAcwWFw/s1600-h/05-24-08_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxiHTe4O9Wqer1ys_0FOO86AqFkwxYWPkBwEWdOMn2C-AZmOmUUN-94TIz9NlXsFb4D3o_DMvt0ymmj-Kj2gElhhLjN2fG69coELnQ4Oah5cmJqBG-mSXmLkdyRCSehsPAcwWFw/s320/05-24-08_1149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203998125037608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my folding, I have joined Unfiction's team. It's small, but I &lt;3 Unfiction, so I'm happy with that.  &lt;br /&gt;Why join a team at all? I dunno, really. :) It's mainly for the community of it, and the friendly competition. Folding@home awards points for the amount of work you have your computer complete, so teams can be created that allow people to accumulate more points and crawl up a leader board of fun volunteer-ness.  &lt;br /&gt;Just leave your PS3 on while you're afk (er... afcontroller?), and you've helped cure diseases. Sounds good to me! If you don't have a PS3, you can contribute from your computer instead.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I went with the "Tapioca" view for my protein simulations.  :) &lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxd0Co6Ykn2IsMzqlRLt4bo0aSN3pUo88Q49vZtra9quykI-XjUlL9MDG--puNZwlzqQgh37iSVq4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SingStar, on the other hand, is pure fun. With the (optional!) videos online, it's really like going to karaoke night with the whole world.  :)  Everyone so far is very nice, which makes it a really pleasant environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh -- I also got &lt;a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/PS3/Games/THE_EYE_OF_JUDGMENT"&gt;Eye of Judgment&lt;/a&gt;. Hrm. It's really cool; I just need to learn how to stop losing.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL28-pT0e2f7O12oLyOHzlRY1yLjapBlsAzvpJhm6CSwx7qLwUEkxwxLrCTnDklvQHKnnWCGz5zNJYNkzYq76EaBhp6_9Pi-daJX1GflYc1Smj9D19tPlwmE6xosfG-uQieAIww/s1600-h/05-17-08_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL28-pT0e2f7O12oLyOHzlRY1yLjapBlsAzvpJhm6CSwx7qLwUEkxwxLrCTnDklvQHKnnWCGz5zNJYNkzYq76EaBhp6_9Pi-daJX1GflYc1Smj9D19tPlwmE6xosfG-uQieAIww/s320/05-17-08_1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204000435730013394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it's not technically a PS3 title, I'm playing &lt;a href="http://www.atlus.com/persona3/home.html"&gt;Persona 3&lt;/a&gt; (a PS2 game) on my PS3 as well.&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;Game.&lt;br /&gt;Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;World.&lt;br /&gt;Mix Japanese RPG with sim game, and I'm a goner.&lt;br /&gt;The fighting style in this one tends to raise a few eyebrows, but I'm more concerned with saving the world and trying to buy a brand bag for Yuko.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not at my PS3, I'm often playing around on &lt;a href="http://freerice.com/"&gt;FreeRice&lt;/a&gt;, another charitable site, and lots of fun. Give it a go! You'll improve your vocabulary and feed the poor at the same time.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mike for showing me FreeRice! And a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my mom for getting insanely higher scores than I could ever dream of reaching.  ;)</content><link href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b0e09cb4394118f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/355354311144536260/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/355354311144536260" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/355354311144536260" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/355354311144536260" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps3-is-cool-so-is-freerice.html" rel="alternate" title="PS3 is cool. So is FreeRice." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxiHTe4O9Wqer1ys_0FOO86AqFkwxYWPkBwEWdOMn2C-AZmOmUUN-94TIz9NlXsFb4D3o_DMvt0ymmj-Kj2gElhhLjN2fG69coELnQ4Oah5cmJqBG-mSXmLkdyRCSehsPAcwWFw/s72-c/05-24-08_1149.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5641904814711285081</id><published>2008-03-31T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:58:06.493-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Script Frenzy"/><title type="text">Script Frenzy is cool.</title><content type="html">Hooray for &lt;a href="http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/"&gt;Script Frenz&lt;/a&gt;y! It's the script version of what I was up to last November: NaNoWriMo. I have to write 100 pages of a script in one month!!!! Wish me luck, everyone!  :)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5641904814711285081/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5641904814711285081" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5641904814711285081" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5641904814711285081" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2008/03/script-frenzy-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Script Frenzy is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-808878312127270606</id><published>2007-11-06T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:56:20.153-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo"/><title type="text">NaNoWriMo gifts are cool.  ;)</title><content type="html">All I ever do is log in to talk about what I want. How likable is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously. I'm exhausted from NaNoWriMo already, and I'm looking for a light at the end of the tunnel. Normally I'd just put these items on my Wishlist, but ... I want them asap.  :)  Actually, I want them as rewards for winning NaNoWriMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Have you wondered how to congratulate your Mokey when November is over? Wonder no more! The perfect answers are here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.lettersandlight.org/product.php?productid=53"&gt;NaNoWriMo 2007 T-shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.lettersandlight.org/product.php?productid=55"&gt;NaNoWriMo Merit Badges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something cool onto which I can iron my merit badges, like a tote bag or a jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That, "Oh, wow, really?" thing people do to make someone feel like they've accomplished something super cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's it!  :)  Still writing over here -- word count is so far so good. Here's hoping I make it through!</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/808878312127270606/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/808878312127270606" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/808878312127270606" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/808878312127270606" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/11/nanowrimo-gifts-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="NaNoWriMo gifts are cool.  ;)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5912300043038649115</id><published>2007-11-04T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:15:22.936-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo"/><title type="text">NaNoWriMo is cool!  :)</title><content type="html">Where's Mokey? She's in front of the computer, of course, writing her month away!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://nowrists.com/n7.cfm/224734/Dash/n.png" alt="My NaNoWriMo Progress" border="0" height="100" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Widget from http://nowrists.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5912300043038649115/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5912300043038649115" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5912300043038649115" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5912300043038649115" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/11/nanowrimo-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="NaNoWriMo is cool!  :)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-4318574818087839986</id><published>2007-10-07T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:47:29.956-05:00</updated><title type="text">Housewarming parties are cool!  :)</title><content type="html">I'm about to have one, and everyone's asking what I need. Just wanted to remind that I have a running wishlist here -- just click the label to the left that says My Wishlist-In-Progress.  :)  Thanks!</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4318574818087839986/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/4318574818087839986" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4318574818087839986" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4318574818087839986" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/10/housewarming-parties-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Housewarming parties are cool!  :)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-908573850912833383</id><published>2007-07-24T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:03:19.297-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><title type="text">Harry Potter is cool. SPOILERS!</title><content type="html">Just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; last night. Excellent. It's such a wonderful book, and the perfect way to end the series. I cried my eyes out about five different times, and my head aches from reading obsessively for hours on end. All so worth it. Absolutely, without a doubt, the best book in the series, if you ask me. Great pacing, great emotion. Great, great, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were a few questions I had when I put the book down. So I Googled them.  :)  And I found &lt;a href="http://www.riseagain.net/wp/?p=307"&gt;this cool blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share my own responses to what the blogger wrote here because it was such a great prompt...  :)  I hope the writer doesn't mind me quoting her here. If so, just let me know, and I will be happy to change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;~THERE ARE SPOILERS BENEATH THIS LINE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold = Blogger, Italics = Mokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical flaws&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of problems with the Fidelius Charm:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;il&gt; JKR has said that with the Fidelius Charm, when the Secret Keeper dies the secret dies with him. Yet suddenly here, everyone he has told becomes a Secret Keeper in turn. That’s not entirely unfair, because she said it in an interview rather than within a book so it isn’t canon, but also because that may have been only what happens only if the Secret Keeper hasn’t told anyone. Still, handing out wrong info in interviews isn’t really &lt;s&gt;cricket&lt;/s&gt;Quidditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really mind this. As the blogger pointed out, the conclusion we can easily reach is that the secret only dies with the Secret Keeper if he hasn't told. I think that's how I took JKR's comment originally, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;However, she definitely gave the impression that the Secret Keeper needs to be someone not living under the charm’s protection - yet here, Bill Weasley is SK for Shell Cottage and Mr. Weasley for his house. So why could James or Lily not have been their own SK? I know James trusted his friends, but it just seems entirely unnecessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I completely agree. This has to be explained for me, or else a lot of the story will seem very unnecessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt; If Shell Cottage is under the Fidelius Charm, why do Ron, Dobby, Harry, et all have no trouble getting there? I suppose Bill could have told Dobby of its whereabouts, but earlier Ron finds it on his own and there’s no opportunity for him to have been told.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Exactly. Makes no sense to me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/il&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other problems:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the very beginning when each pair shows up at the Burrow, at first Lupin insists of questioning each person to determine his / her identity. By the time Bill and Fleur show up, he’s given up on this. Why? It seems like terrible security procedure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll have to read this part again. It didn't strike me as that much of a problem at the time -- perhaps I assumed someone else had taken up the questioning, and we hadn't seen that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why on earth does everyone gather at the Burrow? I mean, gosh, the Death Eaters would never suspect they’d be &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; /eyeroll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, they were under great protection. It's as good a place as any, I suppose. I mean, as good a place as any of the places a DE could predict. Of course they would have been safer in a random hotel room in Tanzania, but... well, they wanted to have a proper wedding, and they had TONS of magical protection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Dumbledore’s Bodybind curse on Harry ended when Dumbledore died, why does Mad-Eye’s curse on Snape at 12 Grimmauld persist after his death?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was under the impression that Mad-Eye had, as usual, thought ahead and accepted that he might not outlive Snape. In light of this, I assumed he had placed a series of enchantments on Grimmauld that would outlast his own demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Gringotts vault, why did Hermione use Levicorpus instead of Wingardium Leviosa to raise Harry? Surely he’d have had more control if not dangling from one ankle? And Wingardium Leviosa is a very basic charm; it’s one of the first they learned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hrm... I don't know. My magic skills have always been a little lacking, so I've always just bowed to whatever Hermione thinks is best.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot see any tactical advantage to keeping the Horcruxes secret from at least core members of the Order and the DA - why was Dumbledore so insistent, and why does Harry not stop to think if the situation may have changed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I can see an advantage to keeping these things quiet. The fact is, Harry had to keep the whole Trust No One mindset throughout this story because it would have been very irresponsible to do anything else, especially with all the Polyjuice and appearance-altering enchantments we were seeing take place. Of course, I agreed with Ron and Hermione that Harry should let the DA fight if they really wanted to, but I still felt that keeping the Horcruxes secret was the only fail-safe way of making sure they didn't fall into the wrong hands, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ron warns Harry not to use magic for doing up his flies. Why “flies”, plural? Is this standard British usage, or does he just mean, “not only your fly today but the flies of any trousers you happen to be wearing”?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       lol I dunno -- maybe because I'm a girl, and an American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is Moody’s eye on Umbridge’s door supposed to work on its own or only when she’s using the telescope behind it? If the former, note that it can see through Harry’s Invisibility Cloak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I was under the impression that it only worked for her when she used the telescope -- that was why it didn't move on its own as it had in Mad-Eye's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quibbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough Ginny for me. Part of this is because I’m old and married; I find it nearly offensive not to have one’s romantic partner allowed to be a real partner, secondary to other friends. I’d certainly trust Rudder at my back more than anyone else in the world. I keep having to remind myself that things are different when it’s just a case of a teenage girlfriend. But I still think it’s stupid that she’s not allowed to fight; the idea that there’s a huge gulf between 16 and 17, for everyone, is just weird. Luckily she does seem to end up in the fight in the end, after she’s kicked out of the Room of Requirement; I don’t see how she could live with herself otherwise, in after years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Yeah, I was sort of sad that Ginny didn't get to play a bigger part with Harry at the end. During the most of the book, though, I was okay with her absence. Two couples cooped up in a tent for a year would have gotten downright irritating to watch, and it might have put a major damper on their relationships. I was glad to see her get out to join the fight at the end, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to JKR, the whole message of the book is supposed to be about choosing what is right over what is easy. It seems to me that a corrollary of that is that the ends do not justify the means. It really upsets me, then, that Harry is so free with Unforgiveable Charms, not only Imperius (which is at least useful) but even Cruciatus, which has no purpose but malice. The upright McGonagall, too, uses Imperius. This is far too close to my taste to “Torture is always wrong - unless you’re in a hurry and there’s no time for another method.” This is a slippery slope on the level of a Glisseo charm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Yes, this shocked me. I appreciated it in &lt;/span&gt;Order of the Phoenix&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because I felt like it was Harry's big moment of temptation, and he was going to have to learn to rise above it in the later books. But instead he fought fire with fire, so to speak. Of course, Harry's hands are otherwise clean at the end -- he didn't kill anyone. Even Voldemort was really responsible for his own death. But I have a hard time not agreeing that the message "Torture is always wrong - unless you're in a hurry and there's no time for another method" really did come across like this. I'm still open to discussion on that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same nice touches and language use as always - I love the portraits in Luna’s room, and “by Merlin’s baggiest Y-fronts!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Luna' portraits were so sweet!  :)  I really liked them. I wonder, though, how they might come across if they were used in the film... might it seem a little weird? Stalker weird? It didn't feel anything other than loving and sweet in the book, but I couldn't help but wonder how it would come across on screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many penis jokes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       I know!!! OMG!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;How perfect that Mr. Lovegood’s name is Xenophilius (=lover of the strange)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I loved his name. I wanted to see him turn out, by the very end of the book, to have been right about the horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;About Snape / Lily: I keep reminding myself that, just because a horde of obsessive people picking over every last word as if they were studying Talmud were able to predict this, doesn’t mean it’s really glaringly obvious by rational standards. Snape’s Patronus being a doe does raise all kinds of interesting questions about his relationship to James and Harry, with their stags, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I thought it was pretty clear early on -- in fact, the suggestion, as far as I read it, was that everyone was a little in love with Lily Evans. Why not Snape? I was glad, however, that we got to see Snape's true reasons for being a member of the Order after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like this Narcissa, largely because I do see echoes in her of the Narcissa I loved in A.J. Hall’s &lt;em&gt;Lust Over Pendle&lt;/em&gt; series.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Narcissa was GREAT!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hints of Dean / Luna! Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I had originally thought Neville should have a relationship, not necessarily with Luna. I still sort of wish he would. Hogwarts professors aren't monks. For instance, I will always firmly be on the Albus/Minerva ship. /sigh So maybe Neville found love in the staff room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry’s purported pureness of heart is much easier to se here than in the last couple of books; it becomes more believeable that Dumbledore thinks harry is the better man. EXCEPT for the unse of Unforgiveable Charms, see above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      It was sad to see them more as equals at the end, though I really liked it. All this time, Dumbledore has been a comforting father figure, and though he still is to some degree, he and Harry have really both come to each other's levels and met in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do love the sympathetic views we get of fallible humanity, of good people who do not always have the strength to do the difficult thing they know is right when they are under unbearable pressure: Xenophilius, Ollivander, Ron, and of course Dumbledore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     ... And Harry, who does Unforgiveables. There's just no sense of remorse there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn’t find the Epilogue cheesy, as many people seem to have. Especially, the Potter children’s names seem entirely normal and expected to me; after all, my tribe’s naming tradition is exactly that: to name children after people you love who have died, to keep their memory alive. (I can only assume James is James Sirius, and perhaps Lily is Lily Dora. Remus already has a namesake, of course.) It occurred to me afterward, though, that the Epilogue is unnecessary. Most of the information it gives us is stuff we already knew; it was plain, for instance, that Harry would end up with Ginny. Of course we didn’t know that they’d still be together nineteen years later, but that doesn’t strike me as a burning question, any more than I’m dying to know if they divorced a decade after this vignette. We only learn three new things that I can see: Neville does become a professor (big surprise!); Hermione does retrieve her parents from Australia (or Ron would have said “Grandpa”, without having to specify “Grandpa Weasley”); and Harry does spread what he learned from Snape’s memory to clear Snape’s name (or Albus Severus would have been tortured and teased unmercifully by anyone who knew his middle name).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       I agree completely. Not cheesy, but not 100% necessary. All very predictable. Still, very nice to see.  :)  A nice way to promise us that things really were okay. AND a good way to prevent someone 100 years down the road from saying, "Hey! I have an idea! I'll write the story of what happens AFTER Deathly Hallows, in which Harry Potter commits suicide the following day!" Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Considering how many times JKR has said there will be no further HP books, the ending has been left curiously open: all three Deathly Hallows exist and are retrievable, Harry’s middle son is set up as a viewpoint character (and not an arrogant git like his brother) with a posse already built in, and the final words are that Harry’s scar hasn’t hurt in 19 years - but with no guarantee about the future. Is this leaving herself a loophole, or is it a final gift to fanfic writers?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       My vote is for final gift.  :)  She loves leaving us with questions, and I expected her to leave some things open at the end of it all. Also, as many of us have always said, there had to be some remaining sense of evil left in the world after Voldemort fell. That's just reality. And something fun for James, Albus, and Lily to work on.  ;)  However, if JKR wants to write that series, I will be the first to pre-order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall, though? I’d call it incredible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No kidding. &lt;/span&gt;Her best work yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/908573850912833383/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/908573850912833383" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/908573850912833383" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/908573850912833383" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-is-cool-spoilers.html" rel="alternate" title="Harry Potter is cool. SPOILERS!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-4898122747017794447</id><published>2007-06-03T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:07:45.466-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japanese language learning"/><title type="text">Murder Mystery Dinner Parties are cool!</title><content type="html">Here are some photos from the very first Murder Mystery party I have written -- Ninja vs. Samurai!  :) Thanks to Vanessa and &lt;a href="http://www.cochranisland.com/samurai.htm"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqRUoUHf3olDklP8gKtgYggcK7iVfwpV2gCJUe3d2C3BR_EhkxVK2cQXdvJ4DiiFR4rFGXY4A2ub0D1IhnFCZL-5X-GSkeuaY0xLDRYxwMqCITQ4PU_TvAta7Fu_b4JjRV4995w/s1600-h/100_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqRUoUHf3olDklP8gKtgYggcK7iVfwpV2gCJUe3d2C3BR_EhkxVK2cQXdvJ4DiiFR4rFGXY4A2ub0D1IhnFCZL-5X-GSkeuaY0xLDRYxwMqCITQ4PU_TvAta7Fu_b4JjRV4995w/s320/100_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071905398816878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa the Ninja will chop you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXE7sx-ggw0JEjUfUxXDb3Pghh5XG8fubVIc2PaOKO3UNAVc3LLnGCWIKtPhsVSDjFPpMFKsdMsMqhO4zEKEVBBSlt6WPgEZJ0SIv8euu2b8oMtOCZXFeAMODAAmkRfN9vLvKyHA/s1600-h/100_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXE7sx-ggw0JEjUfUxXDb3Pghh5XG8fubVIc2PaOKO3UNAVc3LLnGCWIKtPhsVSDjFPpMFKsdMsMqhO4zEKEVBBSlt6WPgEZJ0SIv8euu2b8oMtOCZXFeAMODAAmkRfN9vLvKyHA/s320/100_1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071905665104851138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van and Jonathan are both Ninja fighters! (omg look out behind you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbBsh2AzHkKGm9dBQqjWMUBTGTrRgrVycAlppJqZZTW9VFDdlE2hKlkG3l4T7NThDuhNu3L4Kq7pQQfRRTBFIcUWHSaoH8-kuJRxnlf3p37-6BXClsT5EdQeLZFyxTldjxIFvrA/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbBsh2AzHkKGm9dBQqjWMUBTGTrRgrVycAlppJqZZTW9VFDdlE2hKlkG3l4T7NThDuhNu3L4Kq7pQQfRRTBFIcUWHSaoH8-kuJRxnlf3p37-6BXClsT5EdQeLZFyxTldjxIFvrA/s320/100_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071906051651907794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent = super cool farmer!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1Mz1QKomchBFFxKgPJ_xcqKwtMp4CWweMUtiGk1r3ixkwZ6ljjyS0eH_JMblI4_uetL1mbjsuiT-cmW54WRACPJ3OTbkToX37OgnscI4QFmJGjHaIfzNkUANc7cGSptIZ48lKA/s1600-h/100_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1Mz1QKomchBFFxKgPJ_xcqKwtMp4CWweMUtiGk1r3ixkwZ6ljjyS0eH_JMblI4_uetL1mbjsuiT-cmW54WRACPJ3OTbkToX37OgnscI4QFmJGjHaIfzNkUANc7cGSptIZ48lKA/s320/100_1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071906227745566946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's a society lady, Rob's a Samurai, and Brent's a farmer. (Oh, no! Ninja attack from behind!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqY-XoofmftEUwY8y640jDHBRqo-jYR3GQSA1GdxE4kr0VmKDX9lxw8vA0BhdM_f6RW6TdMRX8_CVwI_Q5nf-vsN2etwExeoLnw3yfgA8ELtdN2mXRwDW-frFOg93HbUDd5DQCA/s1600-h/100_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqY-XoofmftEUwY8y640jDHBRqo-jYR3GQSA1GdxE4kr0VmKDX9lxw8vA0BhdM_f6RW6TdMRX8_CVwI_Q5nf-vsN2etwExeoLnw3yfgA8ELtdN2mXRwDW-frFOg93HbUDd5DQCA/s320/100_1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071906592817787122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob the Samurai battles Mike the Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaDIrc4CPOUG1tw2ffK4xgE2geneG_FOlsWLmauklB8jlzn8i3qMUvdgIw36BJ_OTGiV6lvbg2bIPxHJoV3CSZNzWu1kHEar365mVLQVA5uw0rBqT7IjAZpznU92FifRSpexErA/s1600-h/100_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaDIrc4CPOUG1tw2ffK4xgE2geneG_FOlsWLmauklB8jlzn8i3qMUvdgIw36BJ_OTGiV6lvbg2bIPxHJoV3CSZNzWu1kHEar365mVLQVA5uw0rBqT7IjAZpznU92FifRSpexErA/s320/100_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071906846220857602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party hostess takes on Crazy Ninja Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYht1rQ6466O-h6-r43hJPCmVfLi-Q0taKzlew3hyFGfIfaAzndW8Ueb6gnmsOJWr3a9dfOzfTZqpj8gQQR-INP1ge2mJH0xOqa6_-pcW5YQ2-dYCzzu3Z83qDdvYfrfN4ukcz_A/s1600-h/100_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYht1rQ6466O-h6-r43hJPCmVfLi-Q0taKzlew3hyFGfIfaAzndW8Ueb6gnmsOJWr3a9dfOzfTZqpj8gQQR-INP1ge2mJH0xOqa6_-pcW5YQ2-dYCzzu3Z83qDdvYfrfN4ukcz_A/s320/100_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071907112508829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja assassins are out of control!!! Necole looks like she's about to come to a nasty end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sqd6nsPBumYRGmhSz8lQuzmtz4l485pnS0TTyUAAhPGSE7byuttmVXbdp9C-t1a_eAqDSG4jXTxIIMrrj2wQLUNOCPPML42aDFl3PcN9wz8oXpsrPwC5bbVQiOS8p3_V8mwZIw/s1600-h/100_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sqd6nsPBumYRGmhSz8lQuzmtz4l485pnS0TTyUAAhPGSE7byuttmVXbdp9C-t1a_eAqDSG4jXTxIIMrrj2wQLUNOCPPML42aDFl3PcN9wz8oXpsrPwC5bbVQiOS8p3_V8mwZIw/s320/100_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071907430336409890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-ha! Necole doesn't handle kind of treatment well, Jonathan! Watch out for her special Ninja moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUv4vVEnDJBElpVOgFn4lcfJq7H7Ov6tF00zk4wME4ElNeLLiUKDXR4d00zlOLbYRVFapAaRmRk_HRPRodKvKLH6_mXy5CUalJatl7bnIVrGOcYn_hMyE8lJQmqP-QBRKuR-wWEw/s1600-h/100_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUv4vVEnDJBElpVOgFn4lcfJq7H7Ov6tF00zk4wME4ElNeLLiUKDXR4d00zlOLbYRVFapAaRmRk_HRPRodKvKLH6_mXy5CUalJatl7bnIVrGOcYn_hMyE8lJQmqP-QBRKuR-wWEw/s320/100_1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071907726689153330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from fighting, Ninja Mike and Samurai Rob do a little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBap3O_RGkLoL83LZKbfKN1FC7cG88OZrHUEz_uDbW2KqGAkt86rLKUpPqxEKOiBO2TPhwxd_AyVsyMqFHUE998WKJUULWxmnRXOLmoV4F5Y3CjuVcfi6UpoRKkjg5S8ShY20LBQ/s1600-h/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBap3O_RGkLoL83LZKbfKN1FC7cG88OZrHUEz_uDbW2KqGAkt86rLKUpPqxEKOiBO2TPhwxd_AyVsyMqFHUE998WKJUULWxmnRXOLmoV4F5Y3CjuVcfi6UpoRKkjg5S8ShY20LBQ/s320/100_1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071908001567060290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Ninja fighters. They just can't stop killing each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHn9shAZOsmHMAMXY6Zeik-57TPL2NAqPRaOkHxOXQFspLc-uuIN8AjMtNVxdeACJXCip7lz6gL8V5diYW7cGVOPEmD0EJoaycojAMTVDtp5TFdiEsOA5tnsuMS7w_LU7OArNYiw/s1600-h/100_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHn9shAZOsmHMAMXY6Zeik-57TPL2NAqPRaOkHxOXQFspLc-uuIN8AjMtNVxdeACJXCip7lz6gL8V5diYW7cGVOPEmD0EJoaycojAMTVDtp5TFdiEsOA5tnsuMS7w_LU7OArNYiw/s320/100_1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071908547027906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Sayounara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtc2h_nwBg7ZOP8Xr-8kzdr-NX4ZHXbt7CFf08Df11w31KU2ChAQpVB5g9vepRUzabrlRo7gAMOfCiMCNy13gzuUrsdOT25rBVHOR9YBGws_5C0GMhFMd6u6d21lFms-RFq0H_A/s1600-h/chad_angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtc2h_nwBg7ZOP8Xr-8kzdr-NX4ZHXbt7CFf08Df11w31KU2ChAQpVB5g9vepRUzabrlRo7gAMOfCiMCNy13gzuUrsdOT25rBVHOR9YBGws_5C0GMhFMd6u6d21lFms-RFq0H_A/s320/chad_angela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071987677505368418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Angela bein' cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dYJOb_wyaVe5lf8rm7oY9PA80bXNIv1lPzs1-9kPoNMUgpIuytON_RPquEp91yOUsgs4Tiz_wlt84ZD5ypHCO9yExxJW7oFhxo_j7dtQ2vKVCtgBvve_nj8ejW4D6jZZRLiwjg/s1600-h/chelle_wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dYJOb_wyaVe5lf8rm7oY9PA80bXNIv1lPzs1-9kPoNMUgpIuytON_RPquEp91yOUsgs4Tiz_wlt84ZD5ypHCO9yExxJW7oFhxo_j7dtQ2vKVCtgBvve_nj8ejW4D6jZZRLiwjg/s320/chelle_wayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071987973858111858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Wayne bein' sweet!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1AJFBJw_mK6isWCYaT3zFGh61Dj46lAV4afyMdFBOsVAVrZaoOSR25dDgBRgVaCyU1LBjuP_l8bUQg0_ctHGQm7glVbVjopqHbyVWd3HhSWmaawRDdO6vJE-xnr8fNKsGwlLhA/s1600-h/mike_necole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1AJFBJw_mK6isWCYaT3zFGh61Dj46lAV4afyMdFBOsVAVrZaoOSR25dDgBRgVaCyU1LBjuP_l8bUQg0_ctHGQm7glVbVjopqHbyVWd3HhSWmaawRDdO6vJE-xnr8fNKsGwlLhA/s320/mike_necole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071988167131640194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NKryM_zClht8fNNtQMXalwXpGmxCM3a5_qkUwes66N25F2d0a3xyZMRYRBhP0scedtjeGiMWJ7BTO9UuyEGA-aOgMjXPWdbHQR1udmF77MsqQG1-LOeztACO6c2Kt7ht5kUWDA/s1600-h/renie_chelle_angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NKryM_zClht8fNNtQMXalwXpGmxCM3a5_qkUwes66N25F2d0a3xyZMRYRBhP0scedtjeGiMWJ7BTO9UuyEGA-aOgMjXPWdbHQR1udmF77MsqQG1-LOeztACO6c2Kt7ht5kUWDA/s320/renie_chelle_angela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071988356110201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimono girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrND85vek1mYILxJ4C-3VvS6rlPKv6He7E0CY3xlqmHvy25iB33CDAtfEfpAK5G_zlQiM90vIJ1-ExpZGo6n7bLuBTBxxR2Ne3tdq8QKHLoGAqoUSUYEc6BY7vjl9QDpgFA79lg/s1600-h/renie_chelle_bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrND85vek1mYILxJ4C-3VvS6rlPKv6He7E0CY3xlqmHvy25iB33CDAtfEfpAK5G_zlQiM90vIJ1-ExpZGo6n7bLuBTBxxR2Ne3tdq8QKHLoGAqoUSUYEc6BY7vjl9QDpgFA79lg/s320/renie_chelle_bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071988497844122018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool chopstick, kimono bowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklafnPxHhUUW_VgFITlClDF7CgNLmngJ0T1WFv2t0mxRLhMA21OSMjssxe43nSQum1dFXMXKSQmoXn3Vv2VOljSlduJ8s16VyZLtQxDcDBiKcbNINu-CuyhRa5xJ8PG2q1_I5Vg/s1600-h/renie_mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklafnPxHhUUW_VgFITlClDF7CgNLmngJ0T1WFv2t0mxRLhMA21OSMjssxe43nSQum1dFXMXKSQmoXn3Vv2VOljSlduJ8s16VyZLtQxDcDBiKcbNINu-CuyhRa5xJ8PG2q1_I5Vg/s320/renie_mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071988661052879282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! My brother is a crazy Ninja!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNWY1I6oAYa34lH38ENKaJX1g5uMd_cvnSUUUsPg94CnfrmEZ3z7aIJJ5pAZaZoKbnrj4-w5D3qFt7UWAejPXJoG6qXj7qaytR2KeG1cRUs4zQttNzsG2TLGdfnhyphenhyphenrcJFYFgIQA/s1600-h/renie_rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNWY1I6oAYa34lH38ENKaJX1g5uMd_cvnSUUUsPg94CnfrmEZ3z7aIJJ5pAZaZoKbnrj4-w5D3qFt7UWAejPXJoG6qXj7qaytR2KeG1cRUs4zQttNzsG2TLGdfnhyphenhyphenrcJFYFgIQA/s320/renie_rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989008945230290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with our Samurai Sprocket... and... OMG More Ninja stealthiness in the hallway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcB5grjXCzX40r33Sztlhh-gV7ZcHfM8UHSy6fjSQ25T7sgXhwjz0OLv9PsLLqxw5-_eH54Wug-5XIleusne_zov_OwgfpHENHWE8Jxbgi4puF-szdv-mLurBfb0RjM9KSzLI5w/s1600-h/wayne_mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcB5grjXCzX40r33Sztlhh-gV7ZcHfM8UHSy6fjSQ25T7sgXhwjz0OLv9PsLLqxw5-_eH54Wug-5XIleusne_zov_OwgfpHENHWE8Jxbgi4puF-szdv-mLurBfb0RjM9KSzLI5w/s320/wayne_mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989296708039138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell whether they're hugging or about to slice and dice each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJ1tXTv2ffSMqfqqTUBS181qkAJOx3QCvpSCK9o_I2OD3lP-NLZk6KN56Rq5xgNaERhbMO4xzkTPJr6iUY8_o8hzRelQnuyVrVHmbaSpZqOwnwuSeR18bWPVdApMX5_tNaBIjvA/s1600-h/sweaty_chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJ1tXTv2ffSMqfqqTUBS181qkAJOx3QCvpSCK9o_I2OD3lP-NLZk6KN56Rq5xgNaERhbMO4xzkTPJr6iUY8_o8hzRelQnuyVrVHmbaSpZqOwnwuSeR18bWPVdApMX5_tNaBIjvA/s320/sweaty_chad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989532931240434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more sake you drink, the warmer everything becomes!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIAHNFHDyZiROlCye5rcZ519C7U6tyHLchwNWWRWX-Wx3LsTqVCxg1oJiS3AguV9R-ZDA4-QykpEghHotLv1MbE2KPwEKK9CCUiK9o2Mi6eN6p2iMuYa1pF8jWee_2QcbBAF6Jg/s1600-h/hostess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIAHNFHDyZiROlCye5rcZ519C7U6tyHLchwNWWRWX-Wx3LsTqVCxg1oJiS3AguV9R-ZDA4-QykpEghHotLv1MbE2KPwEKK9CCUiK9o2Mi6eN6p2iMuYa1pF8jWee_2QcbBAF6Jg/s320/hostess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989691845030402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol No, don't fool yourself. I wasn't cooking. But I was serving the meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNN8fFD8RR5EQds7fc86FxiwgS2L1omCFM1wvy4mdCu3i-TcdS2opOPYZhBkh0Ico34qks6UpJKG4zGnWQ01XktC9c5FVr5059kLDtvENWaHXk8UmctPgeHN-Tk_FgV3o_OU4jQ/s1600-h/dinner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNN8fFD8RR5EQds7fc86FxiwgS2L1omCFM1wvy4mdCu3i-TcdS2opOPYZhBkh0Ico34qks6UpJKG4zGnWQ01XktC9c5FVr5059kLDtvENWaHXk8UmctPgeHN-Tk_FgV3o_OU4jQ/s320/dinner1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071989902298427922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of serving dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQvnsIDAvH45PLPDZt_pAM2ZINtsG79BOdcUkBemYJ5_svdfpRlB-RI14bxosmu4OpcvNHtMptbR1WPcR1RsTGQwXCI0nNMwSU-dH9yN-GHdqTxAIZgJjHfN4McotnWY1hyphenhyphenu1bw/s1600-h/dinner7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQvnsIDAvH45PLPDZt_pAM2ZINtsG79BOdcUkBemYJ5_svdfpRlB-RI14bxosmu4OpcvNHtMptbR1WPcR1RsTGQwXCI0nNMwSU-dH9yN-GHdqTxAIZgJjHfN4McotnWY1hyphenhyphenu1bw/s320/dinner7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071990091276988962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDERmMnWJHUUH1WoWdiFxgP6GSWbUlWc6Z4qm7e_oFcdVJ5eWct6YYkkD11B3GbBsrLYxZ7pCt4pJXRFq6dRGCwt-0FTbi6BMGm_zLue20zcgIhVqqJlNPyMLKin2BJ2vLK1j2w/s1600-h/guitars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDERmMnWJHUUH1WoWdiFxgP6GSWbUlWc6Z4qm7e_oFcdVJ5eWct6YYkkD11B3GbBsrLYxZ7pCt4pJXRFq6dRGCwt-0FTbi6BMGm_zLue20zcgIhVqqJlNPyMLKin2BJ2vLK1j2w/s320/guitars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071990245895811634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterward, we sang along to the guitars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I decided that I'd had enough of murder mystery dinner parties that didn't do the things my friends and I wanted. So I wrote one! My buddies were kind enough to alpha test it for me, and it went really well! Plenty of inebriated fun, and lots to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to the writing board for a few more revisions, and I'll probably upload it to my eBay store for anybody else who would like to play.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a poll here for everyone to vote on the theme of my next murder mystery game. Many of the options are ones that a few people have already suggested. Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped and participated. We had a great time!!!  :)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4898122747017794447/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/4898122747017794447" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4898122747017794447" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4898122747017794447" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/06/murder-mystery-dinner-parties-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Murder Mystery Dinner Parties are cool!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqRUoUHf3olDklP8gKtgYggcK7iVfwpV2gCJUe3d2C3BR_EhkxVK2cQXdvJ4DiiFR4rFGXY4A2ub0D1IhnFCZL-5X-GSkeuaY0xLDRYxwMqCITQ4PU_TvAta7Fu_b4JjRV4995w/s72-c/100_1008.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5432046534784865935</id><published>2007-05-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:15:49.044-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Fishy Show"/><title type="text">New home, new tank, new addition to the family! All cool!  :)</title><content type="html">Haven't had much time for blogging lately. I bought a condo!  :)  It's very spacious and comfortable. Rob, Othello, Miranda, and Weasley, and I really feel like we're at home, and we've each found that feeling in our own special ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmcVd766BVzynd1OZDfmPpx25YGrGA7g98muymhO_4F5SanCzr6Uy8iDmeHpAvgCZyOq3-NqqQje6Y0uNs-0GHG5eN6Y14SYACzez-E-vixpVDHiX1B0-tlHW2qac61_X3scGqg/s1600-h/noname(3)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmcVd766BVzynd1OZDfmPpx25YGrGA7g98muymhO_4F5SanCzr6Uy8iDmeHpAvgCZyOq3-NqqQje6Y0uNs-0GHG5eN6Y14SYACzez-E-vixpVDHiX1B0-tlHW2qac61_X3scGqg/s320/noname(3)" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069346912568455330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Rob and I have been unpacking boxes with family and friends, Othello has been going from room to room, claiming each one as his own. This is normally done by walking directly to the middle of the floor, flopping over, and demanding a belly rub. One alternative is to just relax with his back against a cool wall and watch all the action from there. Either way, Othello is saying, "Thank you for buying me this condo. Now... where do you plan to live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwnhCUcj1vhfR7zoEgT-LcQYwC0Tx2ckLXBET7NspGdxAl8LwaJqgQUd9t4FRvUWXsg184lkiywzum03J8xn3QXfX-NNRfguW-b2uLsEjPxQ_d5JmRZOq20OCGVqSpt-YuZ7ahQ/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwnhCUcj1vhfR7zoEgT-LcQYwC0Tx2ckLXBET7NspGdxAl8LwaJqgQUd9t4FRvUWXsg184lkiywzum03J8xn3QXfX-NNRfguW-b2uLsEjPxQ_d5JmRZOq20OCGVqSpt-YuZ7ahQ/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069346362812641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Othello has checked out every inch of the place, Miranda and Weasely have spread out in their new, larger tank! Within just about ten days, Weasely already looks bigger! The tank is so enormous that we're definitely going to have to add plants and decorations -- it looks pretty bare as it is. They like swimming around in their extra space, though, and they take full advantage of it; sometimes one will try to secretly eat all the breakfast while the other is still sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning the best part happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHdvDCqBF7ajXmWRTOH2Zluh0KoZCFlB4B1LIGTHIIwkkkldBnQ-rYXGu3cK03TAKSys19kVExUP9kNigDhSwSC3pDBsgJlpzlZNTbrq-k-n0RfrXI1IOaSbuQAngl1p_WktOjg/s1600-h/noname(2)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHdvDCqBF7ajXmWRTOH2Zluh0KoZCFlB4B1LIGTHIIwkkkldBnQ-rYXGu3cK03TAKSys19kVExUP9kNigDhSwSC3pDBsgJlpzlZNTbrq-k-n0RfrXI1IOaSbuQAngl1p_WktOjg/s320/noname(2)" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069346517431464066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a new family member! Meet Sprocket. He's lived in the condo a total of eight hours, he's a total of 11 weeks old, and he has learned a total of nine important things already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Sprocket, sit."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Sprocket, down."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Sprocket, come."&lt;br /&gt;4. Puppy training treats are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;5. Use the puppy pads whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;6. Try very hard not to jump on Othello.&lt;br /&gt;7. The sliding glass door is a door, not the air.&lt;br /&gt;8. Uncle Mike and Aunt Necole love Sprocket.&lt;br /&gt;9. Playing and napping are regular parts of a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all there is to report at the moment!  :)  More Fishy Show and Othello/Sprocket updates to come! I'll also get back to my Ireland story soon -- with more pictures!</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5432046534784865935/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5432046534784865935" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5432046534784865935" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5432046534784865935" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-home-new-tank-new-addition-to.html" rel="alternate" title="New home, new tank, new addition to the family! All cool!  :)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmcVd766BVzynd1OZDfmPpx25YGrGA7g98muymhO_4F5SanCzr6Uy8iDmeHpAvgCZyOq3-NqqQje6Y0uNs-0GHG5eN6Y14SYACzez-E-vixpVDHiX1B0-tlHW2qac61_X3scGqg/s72-c/noname(3)" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-2915999895725424481</id><published>2007-04-02T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:43:32.206-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type="text">Travel is cool. (Part 3 of 10)</title><content type="html">The third day we woke up and went right to Trinity College for the &lt;a href="http://www.culturevulture.net/ArtandArch/Trinity.htm"&gt;Book of Kells&lt;/a&gt;. There was a huge line, and it was a little rainy outside, but we made it in eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they usher you through a really cool gift store, where we found ourselves playing with books and trinkets until it was time to go in to see the main attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the exhibit's entry room, there were walls covered with photos of different pages (some from the Book of Kells itself, some from other similar books) and information about what the images meant and what the history was. It was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we walked into a smaller room with the actual Book of Kells itself in a rectangular glass case. People crowded around it and nearly had to elbow each other out of the way for a good look at the pages. Only one page is turned per day, so unless you planned to come back again, this was the only real-life example of the Book of Kells you'd get to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was very pretty and thrilling to think about. The ink has lasted remarkably well. No photos are allowed, so I don't have pictures of my own to show here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing the pages, we moved into another room upstairs -- the &lt;a href="http://skippyshamrock.tripod.com/longroom.jpg"&gt;Library Long Room&lt;/a&gt;. This was the highlight of the visit, in my opinion. An enormous and beautiful library packed with books and rare copies of manuscripts on display. For a book-lover, it smelled comforting, like being more at home than you could be anywhere else. The walls reached up so high you had to crane your neck a bit, and all the way up were books and books and more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most incredible thing I'd seen on my trip so far. My mother actually cried a little, which prompted my brother to turn to me and whisper, "I love Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back downstairs -- I felt like a child being tugged away from its favorite puppy -- to the gift store, where I immediately purchased a key chain of the Long Room to keep with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our itinerary didn't allow time to dawdle. Already it was time to hurry to the next destination! We grabbed some snacks and piled into our Tourist Out-Loud Green Machine of Motion-Sickness and headed across grass-filled, sheep-covered countryside toward Galway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, we arrived, settled in to our &lt;a href="http://galwayhotels.jurysdoyle.com/jurysinn_galway"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;, and went out in the freezing cold for a nice dinner before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a nice dinner it was! I believe we heard of the place from an inebriated local who mentioned it to my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galway.goireland.com/scripts/low/xq/asp/areaid.178/areatype.C/cat.12/SubjectID.204/PremisesID.28564/qx/premises.htm"&gt;McSwiggan's Bar &amp;amp; Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; is a lovely establishment that provides something for everyone, as far as I could tell. We ate in a dimply-lit area that looked like the perfect prom dinner location. Downstairs, there was a bar with music and lots of people enjoying the warmth. Our waitress was friendly and funny. And the food. Was. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in Galway, you would be a fool to miss McSwiggan's. It was one of those dining experiences where everyone at the table feels as though he or she chose the best meal, and your party can't stop talking about how tasty everything was, even hours after you've left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full and completely satisfied, we hurried back to our hotel in the cold rain. Our family went to bed, but Mike and I stayed up to drink at the hotel bar. That was a super cool experience because locals came in there to drink as well, and we chatted with them, the bartender, and the security guard about everything from beer to politics. We really enjoyed getting to discuss the differences between our two countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was bed time. Mike and I arranged with our family to spend the morning on our own exploring Galway while they went to Connemara. We had to rest up, though, because they'd be picking us up after lunch to visit the Cliffs of Moher!!!</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2915999895725424481/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/2915999895725424481" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/2915999895725424481" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/2915999895725424481" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/04/travel-is-cool-part-3-of-10.html" rel="alternate" title="Travel is cool. (Part 3 of 10)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5571887237504141637</id><published>2007-03-30T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:36:12.214-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type="text">Travel is cool. (Part 2 of 10)</title><content type="html">The second day we flew on &lt;a href="http://www.ryanair.com/site/EN/"&gt;Ryan Air&lt;/a&gt; to Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg It was an uncomfortable flight, and we were packed in like sardines. My father noticed on their in-flight shopping brochure that they were selling lots of utterly useless things like bullet-proof wallets. There were actually advertisements on the overhead baggage compartments, like the kind you'd see on the insides of subway train cars. Well, at least we got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpPQKx5YhXxRDacx1KQ8i87-2NvqXU4ZjroUhc8S5oRtFh9MaMo92pGqtwON5boHdifIKYwVq1FSrMd-jXypasx787UiUoY06bOgTUxtseSp898dst_QrmTGCORVpAXSBVYJ_7Q/s1600-h/Mike+and+Renie+green+bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpPQKx5YhXxRDacx1KQ8i87-2NvqXU4ZjroUhc8S5oRtFh9MaMo92pGqtwON5boHdifIKYwVq1FSrMd-jXypasx787UiUoY06bOgTUxtseSp898dst_QrmTGCORVpAXSBVYJ_7Q/s320/Mike+and+Renie+green+bus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047775451134698722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After landing, we stretched our legs for the first time in about an hour and went to find our rental car. I wish I had a good photo of it here: a large, green van with sliding doors on each side. It was, as my brother would say, very "tourist out loud." It turns out I only took video of the bus, but there are some pictures of us sitting on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the first day was spent driving around, looking for Dublin's center, and searching for our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvPt8UNv2aYTKpQ8AmJSyN1VAl4xmxcbMT4rOiqgRiCCPUsue-W2Vnpll0UPN0-3P8MpNYaK-1XUT1mxvf_6FOpIGQlnn6hQTK8UqprihCSDkpsXODsINGQWvAvqqZ1aJyPjE2Q/s1600-h/Hobbit+Hollow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvPt8UNv2aYTKpQ8AmJSyN1VAl4xmxcbMT4rOiqgRiCCPUsue-W2Vnpll0UPN0-3P8MpNYaK-1XUT1mxvf_6FOpIGQlnn6hQTK8UqprihCSDkpsXODsINGQWvAvqqZ1aJyPjE2Q/s320/Hobbit+Hollow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776670905410802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw some interesting things during our drive. From local band posters to strange statuettes of reclining women in home windows, to Hobbit-style front doors, my whole family enjoyed looking out at Dublin. We couldn't wait to get out to walk actually walk around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we came to our &lt;a href="http://www.grandcanalhotel.com/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;, where we threw our things down and got ready to have a freezing night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a walk to a nearby pub for food and beer. Mike enjoyed a few genuinely Irish pints of Guinness, which he reported were much better in Ireland than they are in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we wandered &lt;a href="http://www.living-dublin.com/grafton-street.htm"&gt;Grafton Street&lt;/a&gt;, which is a bit like &lt;a href="http://www.churchstreetevents.com/"&gt;Church Street&lt;/a&gt; in Orlando, or &lt;a href="http://www.lincolnroadmiamibeach.com/"&gt;Lincoln Road&lt;/a&gt; in South Beach. In other words, it's a road that is open to pedestrians only, with tons of stores and pubs lining the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to a really cool pub called &lt;a href="http://www.dublinpubscene.com/thepubs/theduke.html"&gt;The Duke&lt;/a&gt;, and we started our &lt;a href="http://www.dublinpubcrawl.com/"&gt;Literary Pub Crawl&lt;/a&gt;! This was lots of fun. Two actors led us on foot around a small area of Dublin, performing classic works of literature and sharing some Irish history with us along the way. Of course, in order to soak in our educational experience, the actors periodically dropped us at relevant pubs for another pint or two before we moved to our next location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt; T-shirt, and several college exchange girls from the states sat me down during a pub stop to interrogate me about the details (both artistic and physical) of young mister Radcliffe.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most exciting stops on our adventure was the prestigious &lt;a href="http://www.tcd.ie/"&gt;Trinity College&lt;/a&gt; at night, which is a beautiful thing to see. My aunt studied there for one of her master's programs, and she has always told me it's an incredible place. We were thrilled to finally see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy and tired, we headed back to bed, planning to visit the campus again the next day for pictures and, of course, to see the &lt;a href="http://www.bookofkells.com/"&gt;Book of Kells&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the next day!  :)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5571887237504141637/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5571887237504141637" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5571887237504141637" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5571887237504141637" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/03/travel-is-cool-part-2-of-10.html" rel="alternate" title="Travel is cool. (Part 2 of 10)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpPQKx5YhXxRDacx1KQ8i87-2NvqXU4ZjroUhc8S5oRtFh9MaMo92pGqtwON5boHdifIKYwVq1FSrMd-jXypasx787UiUoY06bOgTUxtseSp898dst_QrmTGCORVpAXSBVYJ_7Q/s72-c/Mike+and+Renie+green+bus.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-4005765963634905827</id><published>2007-03-29T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:38:50.855-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type="text">Travel is cool. (Part 1 of 10)</title><content type="html">I just got back about a week ago from England and Ireland.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were ten days of pure exploration and traveling, so I'll make ten posts to show what we did, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1: LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We arrived at Gatwick via Virgin Airlines (double-decker plane, Premium Economy seats that were a little uncomfortable, nice food, and good movies in private TVs) and spent the next four hours making our way through London transportation to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucked. When my mom mentioned that we'd just spent over half the time it took to fly to England trying to get from the airport to our hotel, we thought we were going to pass out from exhaustion right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holidays aren't for resting!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got right to the important stuff -- having lunch, settling into our &lt;a href="http://www.millenniumhotels.com/MCIL.nsf/LU_HOTELDOC/41$$HotelDescription?OpenDocument"&gt;awesome hotel&lt;/a&gt;, freshening up, and heading to Piccadilly for &lt;a href="http://www.equustheplay.com/"&gt;EQUUS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, I have seen Daniel Radcliffe (&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0705356/"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;) smoking, cussing, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone's asking, I'll just make an official note that he's a perfectly normal-looking guy, that he spent a rather long scene at the end of the show with no clothes on (for a portion of this, he was on top of a naked actress), and that no one in the audience whooped or screamed in fan-girl fashion when he dropped his knickers. Oh, and I don't have any pictures.  :)  But they're out there. Just look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human curiosity out of the way, let me say that the play is amazing. It's dark, to be sure, but very well-written and makes the audience think about issues like religion, sex, parents, personal passions, and, um, horses.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe is a wonderful actor. He brought the character to life in a very believable way. It was easy to look at him on stage and take broomsticks and magic out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Griffiths (the principal character) was incredible. My brother and I especially enjoyed his performance. He had a strong presence and made every line feel personal, even to those of us in the nose-bleed section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thank goodness for pay-per-show binoculars attached to the seats!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the cast was great, too. I particularly liked the roles of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi023zbjJNapx6AsYP2IvK1oFkQz_s411uHn4w91IlGxdSisdJyLMceu4QDDgQjcz4Irze3Mh06lSyXoM_D12PxYABZmE4t8MloKVUV80M2fZPZncGqxNZeOlZxh8JYvmonRK8BgA/s1600-h/Equus+stage"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi023zbjJNapx6AsYP2IvK1oFkQz_s411uHn4w91IlGxdSisdJyLMceu4QDDgQjcz4Irze3Mh06lSyXoM_D12PxYABZmE4t8MloKVUV80M2fZPZncGqxNZeOlZxh8JYvmonRK8BgA/s320/Equus+stage" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047381804497118418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The set was very minimalistic, and it worked. One of my favorite parts of the play's design was the way they handled the six horses. Actors dressed in brown clothes held their hands behind their backs and wore enormous masks that looked like cages in the shape of horse heads. There were also similar cages on their feet to look like hoofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome experience. I'm so glad we were able to make it. During intermission, Mike bought a poster, and I bought a T-shirt. We didn't wait around to get autographs from the cast because it was probably going to be a huge crowd, and we were exhausted. But I'm sure they know we enjoyed their performance.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went back to the hotel to rest up. The next morning we were heading to another airport to fly to Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep in our comfortable beds and snacking on yummy room service, Mike and I watched British TV. Please note that I am about to link to something that would not be shown on normal TV here in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/B/balls_of_steel/"&gt;I am blown away by what they're allowed to put on TV.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mobile.channel4.com/mobile-portal/comedy/february2007/markdolaninterview.xml"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you reading this? Let me quote something from the first link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet the ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A couple who perform simulated ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_intercourse" title="Sexual intercourse"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in a range of unacceptable places."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were enthralled. Swearing, public nudity, and all in a Candid Camera kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a country.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/4005765963634905827/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/4005765963634905827" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4005765963634905827" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/4005765963634905827" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/03/travel-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Travel is cool. (Part 1 of 10)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi023zbjJNapx6AsYP2IvK1oFkQz_s411uHn4w91IlGxdSisdJyLMceu4QDDgQjcz4Irze3Mh06lSyXoM_D12PxYABZmE4t8MloKVUV80M2fZPZncGqxNZeOlZxh8JYvmonRK8BgA/s72-c/Equus+stage" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-3474348840948449875</id><published>2007-02-22T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:17:59.077-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><title type="text">Edward Gorey is cool.</title><content type="html">Happy birthday, &lt;a href="http://edwardgorey.com"&gt;Edward Gorey&lt;/a&gt;!  :)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3474348840948449875/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/3474348840948449875" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3474348840948449875" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3474348840948449875" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/edward-gorey-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Edward Gorey is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-777418757204815012</id><published>2007-02-19T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:19:03.951-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type="text">Vacations are cool.</title><content type="html">Rob and I went on vacation this weekend.  :)  It was lots of fun -- and also a little weird at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read on for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight Zone of holidays&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y_09hY0mHN7dx9-RBai14-gC6nb4qQN9ne8D0u7R8CrmlMOfLxlvxWx2ZU7qsYKXcenfKb1GGfiuQ5nF8vakepqD877ooC-jHAIYmEoFGr-7lqE1Qip9n9Ov0el3XrzvJvBiWg/s1600-h/noname(3)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y_09hY0mHN7dx9-RBai14-gC6nb4qQN9ne8D0u7R8CrmlMOfLxlvxWx2ZU7qsYKXcenfKb1GGfiuQ5nF8vakepqD877ooC-jHAIYmEoFGr-7lqE1Qip9n9Ov0el3XrzvJvBiWg/s320/noname(3)" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033283698937197842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd made reservations to stay out of town Saturday night so that we'd be nearby for the Florida State Fair on Sunday. However, I refused to leave for the hotel until I'd sorted out &lt;a href="http://www.perplexcity.com/"&gt;Perplex City's new puzzle&lt;/a&gt;.  :)  Thankfully, I was able to crack the code with the help of the smarties at &lt;a href="http://www.unfiction.com/"&gt;Unfiction&lt;/a&gt;, and Rob and I were off to enjoy our weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, of course, we stopped by my parents' house to grab the &lt;a href="http://perplexcityboardgame.com/"&gt;Perplex City board game&lt;/a&gt; (a present they'd held off since Christmas!).  Couldn't go anywhere without that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip got off to a pretty strange start. In the middle of a downtown traffic jam, Rob asked, "Is it Friday or Saturday?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The traffic looked like your typical rush-hour drive, but we were late in the day on a weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays*&lt;/span&gt; That lasted for nearly half the trip.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To entertain ourselves, we sang songs all the way to the hotel. :)  Eventually we arrived, and we checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a Howard Johnson in the middle of nowhere. There was a restaurant attached -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Mexican place with big, Corona banners everywhere as if it were a birthday party or Cinco de Mayo or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to our room and got straight to the important stuff: checking our email.  :)  Of course, we needed to eat, so we decided to plug our laptops in and head down for some good ol' HoJo Mexican dishes. But where were the outlets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching for several minutes, Rob realized that they were on the wall -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;near the ceiling. You actually had to stand on the couch to reach the main outlets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays* &lt;/span&gt;Pretty weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican restaurant was very good. Our waiter had to be about 17 years old and didn't speak much English, and he was probably the nicest waiter I've ever had. He excused himself every time he approached us or walked away, and he tried his hardest to help us with our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob got a beer he'd never heard of before, and I ordered a strawberry soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SW9eYSIZOc9dOZRMvuDqOOuoPJZooAK5nXmDjIsLGk5asvTGdPWFJN2L0ZcFll_1Dko4zfX_dPwrC4vhwnF_oPc4XH-S2xA7octsVnIDHw3CCCQvHAEGM0h5yDTHpduqJ2DdsA/s1600-h/noname(4)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SW9eYSIZOc9dOZRMvuDqOOuoPJZooAK5nXmDjIsLGk5asvTGdPWFJN2L0ZcFll_1Dko4zfX_dPwrC4vhwnF_oPc4XH-S2xA7octsVnIDHw3CCCQvHAEGM0h5yDTHpduqJ2DdsA/s320/noname(4)" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033282053964723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we were very tired, but we went to get snacks anyway at the local WalMart. Another strange experience! There, they had a queue of several lines put together. When you got to the front of the queue, you were next to be checked out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As soon as a cashier opened up, a recorded voice boomed out from above, "Please go to 3," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;which meant that we should go to cashier number 3).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays* &lt;/span&gt;It was actually very efficient, and we wondered why nothing like that existed (that we'd seen) in our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we bother getting snacks when we were so tired, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was time to play the Perplex City board game, of course!  :)  Rob dominated most of the time, but I officially won. Technically speaking, he gave me a bunch of the answers toward the end, so I'm not sure the win is 100% mine, but I'll take it. The game was TONS of fun. We're hoping to play it soon with my family for a game night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was bed time.  :)  We went to sleep to be ready for the fair the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we got to the fair, there were still some weird things to encounter. First, during Rob's shower, the hot water ran out. It didn't just slowly go cold, as most showers do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This shower simply stopped running water at all when the hot tap was on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays* &lt;/span&gt;A bit frustrating (and the people at the front desk didn't even apologize for our trouble!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to explore a little more as we waited for my mom to come into town for the fair. We went to a little plaza where, we realized, was actually the &lt;a href="http://www.coffeeforums.com/viewtopic.php?t=17&amp;sid=c77fdab1ea64dcb748f37a9ee5df36d7"&gt;end of the world&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There were two Starbucks in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;same plaza&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this strip mall, we also found a family Christian store, and, since it said it opened at noon (two minutes from then), we decided to wait around and have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big sucker for the &lt;a href="http://www.bigidea.com/"&gt;Veggie Tales&lt;/a&gt;, and I get a lot of jokes about that from my friends, especially since I've never claimed to be anything near a hard-core Christian. What can I say? They're an entertaining show.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiyLRBTEC_BY0Bkeiexh8w-A3JSqInbu-1uz2G4Yoggd5UYwyCG9z3KjurZiS7mPuOmQE4bQhGVRZjtuAxv9mxnrKrSa2loLIqfPujUQg3HKmd8nDCZWIJutT4YLJCBQlxOnbFg/s1600-h/noname(2)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiyLRBTEC_BY0Bkeiexh8w-A3JSqInbu-1uz2G4Yoggd5UYwyCG9z3KjurZiS7mPuOmQE4bQhGVRZjtuAxv9mxnrKrSa2loLIqfPujUQg3HKmd8nDCZWIJutT4YLJCBQlxOnbFg/s320/noname(2)" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033288444876059938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this store, we found plenty of Veggie Tales, but we also found what looked like a knight costume for children. This was a "Christian Character-Building Costume" that let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Play and Learn About God's Protection for Spiritual Battle."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*music stops abruptly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but preparing our children for religious battle sketches me out big time. Of course we had to take a picture.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came our trip to the bank before we left for the fair. This turned out to be one of the locations of the world-ending Starbucks... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the Starbucks drive through was actually part of the bank drive through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just in case you need a Frappuccino with that deposit, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made it to the fair with my mom and aunt. Rob took tons of video there, so I don't have any pictures -- except one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually found a game booth that gave away &lt;a href="http://fragglerocker.com/FraggleStore/FraggleRockPlushDolls/tabid/109/Default.aspx"&gt;Fraggle Rock toys&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!! They had Wembley and Gobo. I couldn't believe it. Rob felt an obligation as my boyfriend to win me a Fraggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't prove to be very easy, though. You had to win 57 little toys, trade those in for one medium, then win about 79 medium toys, trade those in for one large toy, win 123 large toys to trade in for an extra-large toy, do a silly dance, publish an award-winning novel, and beg on your knees. Or, in more literal terms, the guy wanted us to shell out $60 for a Fraggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Gobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob tried to talk sense into this money-hungry lunatic, but the verdict was final: we had to take another $20 out of an ATM and play through that to earn Gobo, or I had to settle for the $40 purple monkey that Rob had already won by tossing darts at balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we went for an ATM. But it was out of order! So we went to another ATM. Also out of order! Another, and another... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they were all clean out of money&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eerie music plays* &lt;/span&gt;Apparently other people were spending their lives' savings on toys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided to keep the purple monkey and go back to riding rides. He's actually very cuddly and cute. Guess what we named him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWp3hFe4wdW-L0eZU23trLXWzCWdhBUrocx2K_q_3wVVn8iiGrNuYo9Yptx5VgFul4rtdBxRSJIxEViYgyMQmKcfbLMeCfliV3ywWrMK9IamQy79Kh7PyH-sQT1lzxZjejYKdZ9A/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWp3hFe4wdW-L0eZU23trLXWzCWdhBUrocx2K_q_3wVVn8iiGrNuYo9Yptx5VgFul4rtdBxRSJIxEViYgyMQmKcfbLMeCfliV3ywWrMK9IamQy79Kh7PyH-sQT1lzxZjejYKdZ9A/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033291940979438898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gobo!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, a super fun (sometimes super weird!) vacation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*happy, end-of-story music plays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWp3hFe4wdW-L0eZU23trLXWzCWdhBUrocx2K_q_3wVVn8iiGrNuYo9Yptx5VgFul4rtdBxRSJIxEViYgyMQmKcfbLMeCfliV3ywWrMK9IamQy79Kh7PyH-sQT1lzxZjejYKdZ9A/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/777418757204815012/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/777418757204815012" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/777418757204815012" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/777418757204815012" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/vacations-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Vacations are cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y_09hY0mHN7dx9-RBai14-gC6nb4qQN9ne8D0u7R8CrmlMOfLxlvxWx2ZU7qsYKXcenfKb1GGfiuQ5nF8vakepqD877ooC-jHAIYmEoFGr-7lqE1Qip9n9Ov0el3XrzvJvBiWg/s72-c/noname(3)" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-2581204064938694907</id><published>2007-02-14T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:51:47.288-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><title type="text">Valentine's Day is cool. PERPLEX CITY ROCKS.</title><content type="html">My boyfriend gave me the sweetest gift today. :) I don't like roses, but apparently he thought the holiday called for at least one, so he got me a chocolate rose. Nicely played. Then he gave me a heart box of chocolates, and when I opened it up, I found purple and green (our favorite colors) flower clippings glued to the inside! The chocolates, he assured me, were safely stored in the refrigerator. ;) I've put the super-cool flower arrangement on my desk at work. It's beautiful and smells great. I'll post a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another wonderful surprise today! At least, we hope it's coming today... Rumor has it that &lt;a href="http://www.perplexcity.com/"&gt;Perplex City &lt;/a&gt;will update its page sometime on the 14th, and right now the site is down for "maintenance or upgrades"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but I will be refreshing obsessively for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play this little mini game to pass the time!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="400" width="400" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.perplexcityboardgame.com/flash/index.html" name="game"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/2581204064938694907/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/2581204064938694907" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/2581204064938694907" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/2581204064938694907" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-cool-perplex-city.html" rel="alternate" title="Valentine's Day is cool. PERPLEX CITY ROCKS." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-262639811631469536</id><published>2007-02-13T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:55:44.352-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><title type="text">Colbert Day is cool.</title><content type="html">I would like to propose something different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of celebrating a famous person's birthday this February, let's take the whole month off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest this for several reasons, the primary one being that my brother and I are preparing for our trip to Ireland soon, and we could probably use the downtime to get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after we get home, we'll barely have slept off the jet lag when a very important holiday will take place -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colbert Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I propose, should be our next big party. It fits almost all requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://colbertnation.com/"&gt;super cool&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16842683/"&gt;slightly strange&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes place on &lt;a href="http://www.oshawa.ca/whatsnew.asp?nid=674"&gt;someone's birthday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It happens near another holiday: our return to the States.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The only problem is that it will be on a Tuesday. I'm not sure how everyone's schedule looks, but I might be willing to be groggy Wednesday morning in light of all the things listed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what does everyone say? Tuesday, March 20 = our next party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;btw, if you are here seeking pictures of our Mozart party, please hang in there... I know my good little brother will send me the photos soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/262639811631469536/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/262639811631469536" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/262639811631469536" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/262639811631469536" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/colbert-day-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Colbert Day is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5836775892784290253</id><published>2007-02-04T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:44:29.751-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type="text">Travel is cool. ... and so are robots.</title><content type="html">I'm going on a trip soon, so I thought I'd spend today playing around on the Internet with sites that list fun things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to check out my &lt;a href="http://www.gusto.com/MokeyRocks"&gt;Gusto!&lt;/a&gt; page to see where I'm going and what I'm thinking of doing there. Do you have any ideas to share with me? I'm open to them (as long as my travelmates like them, too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as we surf the web, we always come across the strangest things that take us off on little tangents of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, I found cool &lt;a href="http://www.robots.ie/"&gt;Robots to save&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found &lt;a href="http://www.pandorabots.com/botmaster/en/home"&gt;Pandorabots&lt;/a&gt;. No clue what's going on here at the moment, but I'm a sucker for this sort of thing.  :)  You can now have a totally pointless conversation with the &lt;a href="http://www.pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=89e632711e363625"&gt;Mokeybot&lt;/a&gt;. I know your lives are finally complete.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have for you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are your party pictures from last weekend???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. They will be up as soon as my good little brother sends them to me.  ;)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5836775892784290253/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5836775892784290253" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5836775892784290253" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5836775892784290253" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/travel-is-cool-and-so-are-robots.html" rel="alternate" title="Travel is cool. ... and so are robots." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-6309185013875230742</id><published>2007-02-01T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:04:18.018-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and literature and culture and art and more"/><title type="text">July 21st is cool.</title><content type="html">I swear I'll post pictures from my latest party soon. But first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scholastic.com/aboutscholastic/news/press_02012007_CP.htm"&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/6309185013875230742/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/6309185013875230742" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/6309185013875230742" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/6309185013875230742" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/02/july-21st-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="July 21st is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-7369535308905822275</id><published>2007-01-28T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:44:50.905-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Volunteering/Charity/etc."/><title type="text">Volunteering is cool.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCpF5WewDXBiHucSmmq9mCxQPwEwE6DaVYNQFtyPTg2fVpHahxupTHdE5yYNFIFrtHt_7qDEe5DVT-qWxAoaMrJrDn1Oqehk2Wl10bqy0KiMarvfRKI-JT-jbammKr8aVvqdoCw/s1600-h/mulch+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025189897714596434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCpF5WewDXBiHucSmmq9mCxQPwEwE6DaVYNQFtyPTg2fVpHahxupTHdE5yYNFIFrtHt_7qDEe5DVT-qWxAoaMrJrDn1Oqehk2Wl10bqy0KiMarvfRKI-JT-jbammKr8aVvqdoCw/s400/mulch+done.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a busy day for Rob and me. We did some manual labor, and then we had a party. :) I'll just talk about the work part here. See my next post for the party pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided it would be nice to do some regular volunteer work, so I researched places online. &lt;a href="http://www.volunteermatch.org"&gt;VolunteerMatch&lt;/a&gt; is an incredibly useful site that has many search options so you can find the best opportunity in your area, online, or providing help with something you specialize in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob and I found something for &lt;a href="http://www.cityoforlando.net/executive/nso/greenup.htm"&gt;Green-Up Orlando&lt;/a&gt; on the morning of the 27th. They were asking for people to come help with landscaping at &lt;a href="http://www.questinc.org/"&gt;Quest&lt;/a&gt;, which is a local non-profit to assist people with disabilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green-Up Orlando basically travels the city and organizes volunteers to plant trees, repair landscapes, and generally brighten up the area while giving the environment a good dose of what's best: nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought that was pretty cool, so we signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning, we were pretty sleepy. :) Still, around 920 (a bit late, but I'm late to everything), we arrived at our location and went right to work. The people were incredibly cool -- we met Green-Up workers, Quest employees, and even a guy from a local country band called the &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/weareheathens"&gt;Heathens&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025184292782275074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFusnKbcRKwmIoE3Vrpg2pUGrek01uLp3Ky2CRQDoCKsacyZ3fD-U2oYVlS_-bZS01vOKpI4W0CfcF16pgDsUV3gOdIK9YfitW9L5XEdggEi1f_tVtwR9Uclt1y4m78iAinvsVrA/s200/mulch+raking.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFPSuqs563CjSgxJebZtgBxjpGPmSE4U9J0ccyJ09lJzL0SaikwIT_rSroWZhD-063piRvvms3JFiWqd0XEX2vgapXkxFANUIqWfj2QmWwyRl8zplGPcbDrQfsjbpSpUlngbsvg/s1600-h/mulch+renie+wheelbarrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025186131028277778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFPSuqs563CjSgxJebZtgBxjpGPmSE4U9J0ccyJ09lJzL0SaikwIT_rSroWZhD-063piRvvms3JFiWqd0XEX2vgapXkxFANUIqWfj2QmWwyRl8zplGPcbDrQfsjbpSpUlngbsvg/s200/mulch+renie+wheelbarrow.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob and I worked with another woman on moving mulch and covering tree bases, flower beds, etc. To tell the truth, I had no clue what I was doing. :) It was a good thing Rob was there, or else I probably wouldn't have known which end of the shovel to use! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shoveled, raked, and wheeled mulch around for about two and a half hours. That may seem like a lot of hard and boring work to do for free, but in a strange way it was some of the best fun I've ever had. I loved meeting the people and having a new experience. Rob said he loved helping good people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't all work, though. We did take a few minutes off to have water and doughnuts in the breakroom. People came in and out, and they asked us if we were the "people who signed up online." Everyone was very welcoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48UnKDMYzP3dIhUMucFoVZTNEpSYYHPeEBPcsXibsueMnMejBQEH9Pmgl3IK5Zu0YfsUzLBpdriUvMXi0IKpWUJw4w7VJSe4QvKItuK1YRDfchPjLDT39VQmjfbvLgnbG0pDH6A/s1600-h/mulch+renie+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025188733778459186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48UnKDMYzP3dIhUMucFoVZTNEpSYYHPeEBPcsXibsueMnMejBQEH9Pmgl3IK5Zu0YfsUzLBpdriUvMXi0IKpWUJw4w7VJSe4QvKItuK1YRDfchPjLDT39VQmjfbvLgnbG0pDH6A/s200/mulch+renie+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7RLCN_RyzD0f2oE_r_R0IiiJygJiSbRLoL5H9WORP21MTSFX22jDNzS9V8X8Obk8EjYi4ZxA-FfDKqEtuOrwNhdFB1st8jqIY_PKyQ-Gth_Q5jGuabMNL4Y-D1Fip0K0-8qjQQ/s1600-h/mulch+rob+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025188093828332066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="151" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7RLCN_RyzD0f2oE_r_R0IiiJygJiSbRLoL5H9WORP21MTSFX22jDNzS9V8X8Obk8EjYi4ZxA-FfDKqEtuOrwNhdFB1st8jqIY_PKyQ-Gth_Q5jGuabMNL4Y-D1Fip0K0-8qjQQ/s200/mulch+rob+break.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back, arms, and legs hurt today, but that would be the case after half an hour of Wii, too. Ah, the Wii. That's another blog entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a pretty awesome way to spend Saturday morning. Green-Up even gave us cool T-shirts! We'll be sure to wear them at the next event. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025192904191703650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GwSFCf5nfAo3Zsgymx36hQexlvjjBGM7CgQs-3m8dI5AHpDA4y04wcTwL7F8FJp-W6X5ORf8WrjPsXoW0_liHd1tO78_z1Cznteevgi_eWILRxCT1KvogHQ7wMGlfjwhxVmT0A/s400/mulch+renie+and+rob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7369535308905822275/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/7369535308905822275" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7369535308905822275" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7369535308905822275" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2007/01/volunteering-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Volunteering is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCpF5WewDXBiHucSmmq9mCxQPwEwE6DaVYNQFtyPTg2fVpHahxupTHdE5yYNFIFrtHt_7qDEe5DVT-qWxAoaMrJrDn1Oqehk2Wl10bqy0KiMarvfRKI-JT-jbammKr8aVvqdoCw/s72-c/mulch+done.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-4226418880479342639</id><published>2007-01-28T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:19:25.760-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><title type="text">Drinking games are cool.</title><content type="html">Rob's birthday was the 21st of this month (*cheers*), and, if you've read my blogs up to this point, you can probably guess we considered that a perfect excuse to party.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our little gathering, we instructed some of our novice drinking buddies in the ways of both Asshole and The Derby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole is probably a familiar game to anyone who's been to a college party. The Derby, however, is a creation of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking games are great for so many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're ice-breakers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They get the party started quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They allow everyone to be silly without having to make fools of themselves in a public place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They keep drunk people safely contained in a residence (where they aren't driving).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When we sat down to play our birthday party drinking games and found that not everyone knew the rules, I suddenly realized my true purpose in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must educate the world in the ways of drinking games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means can this brief explanation be considered a comprehensive list of all alcohol-related recreation. However, I hope it will inspire you to share other games, create your own, or simply practice good, drunken fun in the comfort of your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Asshole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a card game with rules that are apparently regional. I'll post the rules we follow here, but know that if you go to Penn State or Georgia Tech, you may play a slightly different version. Basically speaking, the general idea should be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Required materials:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;one deck of cards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;beer or liquor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;several people -- each person must have his/her own drink!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start: &lt;/strong&gt;Deal all the cards out, one at a time, to each person. To determine who goes first, we ask which player is holding the three of clubs. That lucky person puts down the 3 of clubs, face up, and the game begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The objective:&lt;/strong&gt; You want to get rid of your cards first. If you fail to reach this goal, the game continues, and your new objective is to get rid of your cards as quickly as possible. The thing you do not want to happen is for you to be the last player with cards remaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scoring:&lt;/strong&gt; There usually isn't a scoring process in drinking games. You just drink where you would normally lose points. However, in Asshole, there is a ranking system. For the first round, of course, there is no ranking. But after one round is over, there will be a President (first player to get rid of his/her cards), a Vice President (second player to get rid of his/her cards), Treasurer... Secretary... etc., Fetch (next-to-last player to get rid of his/her cards), and Asshole (last player with cards remaining).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ranks:&lt;/strong&gt; The President is the winner. The Asshole is the loser. If you are President at the end of one round, you will be President in the next round until someone wins that rank from you later. In other words, you play the game over and over, and whatever rank you achieve at the end of one round is the rank you will be known as when you start the next. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;President's details: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The President gets to make a rule at the beginning of his/her presidency. The sillier, the better. Lift your pinky when you drink, no cursing, everyone gets a ridiculous name and must be called that for the rest of the night, don't say the word "drink," etc. Whenever someone accidentally breaks a President's rule (even if that President is no longer President at the time), the rule-breaker must drink. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The President is the highest rank, and can therefore, at any time during his/her presidency and for no reason at all, tell anyone else in the game to drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The President can request in what order the cards are dealt, to ensure he/she gets the best possible hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lower-ranks' details: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a lower rank, you simply play the game and follow the rules. The only benefit of your rank is that you are not Asshole or Fetch, and you can make anyone with a lower rank drink at any time and for no reason at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fetch's details: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This person came very close to losing, and therefore has follow all the rules as well as get up to refill everyone's drink when they request it. Yes, even the Asshole's drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only benefit of this rank is that Fetch can tell the Asshole to drink any time and for no reason at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asshole's details:   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Asshole is not in a position to tell anyone to drink, and the Asshole must be nice, or else someone is likely to make him/her drink again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Asshole has to deal the cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Asshole should be prepared to be bossed around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To play: &lt;/strong&gt;Match or beat any card that is thrown down on the table. If I put down a five and you are next to me (determine with your party whether you're going clockwise or counter -- change seats for ranks if you'd like to), you must put down a five or higher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you put down exactly what I put down, you skip the person after you. That person must drink. If I put down a five, and then you put down two fives, you skip the next two people, and they must drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the person after you can't beat what you put down (for instance, I put down a five, and you beat that with three aces, but the next player has nothing to beat that), then that person must drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doubles (two of a kind) will beat singles. Triples can beat doubles or singles. Quadruples can beat triples or doubles or singles, and you should all yell at the Asshole for having shuffled poorly. Anything more than four of a kind means someone is cheating.  ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are two wild cards. The better of these is the two, which is called a Clear. If you can't beat the triple aces that were thrown, you can always throw a single two. This will clear the table, and you get to go again, putting down anything you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other wild card won't clear the table, but it lets you skip. Honestly, you could just pass and drink without throwing anything at all, but the object is to get rid of your cards anyway, and this is a fun way to do it. A four is called a Social. When you throw a four, you can put it on the triple aces as a way of getting rid of a card without having to play on a high number. Everyone at the table has to drink when a Social is thrown (even the President). This card does not clear the table, though, so the next person will have to play on the triple aces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's basically it for Asshole!  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Derby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one we came up with when Brent gave Mike a Tic-Tac-Toe shot glass board. No one could sort out how to make Tic-Tac-Toe a drinking game, so The Derby was born. It's pretty simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Required materials:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;nine shot glasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;two players&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;beer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who can yell "One, two, three, GO!" at a moment's notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;spectators who will cheer you on and perhaps challenge the winner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start:&lt;/strong&gt; Challenge someone to a Derby run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The objective: &lt;/strong&gt;Win the fifth shot glass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scoring:&lt;/strong&gt; Unlike other games, you are not punished by having to drink. In The Derby, the winner is rewarded with more beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To play:&lt;/strong&gt; Line up the shot glasses in three rows, like a Tic-Tac-Toe board. Fill each one with cold beer. Stand around talking to each other until someone yells, "One, two, three, GO!" When you hear those words, grab your first shot glass and start drinking as quickly as you can, finishing each one, trying to get to the middle (fifth) glass. Whoever gets there first gets to drink the last shot glass of beer. Everyone is amazed. The winner feels very cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for The Derby!  :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy drinking! 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And what's the obvious kind of party to hold during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SAFARI Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:)  Yes, we had a Safari party last night in honor of Rudyard Kipling, whose birthday is apparently December 30. It was much cooler than the regular Christmas/New Year's/etc. parties going on this time of year, and we got to toast Mr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jungle Book&lt;/span&gt; again and again. Who could ask for anything better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25XPv96NIIlEwJ_irY6vHMBWKi5Rpng7U1nZ_q9ie4a78SkyaLJjnrstXqNlN59gGqmFzl-jfzzU3pVWq3xCT2XY7SePGkh0fDnu_aHqx39DrZst-AO_qL6IssK6e9oiGLexoPw/s1600-h/Safari+door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25XPv96NIIlEwJ_irY6vHMBWKi5Rpng7U1nZ_q9ie4a78SkyaLJjnrstXqNlN59gGqmFzl-jfzzU3pVWq3xCT2XY7SePGkh0fDnu_aHqx39DrZst-AO_qL6IssK6e9oiGLexoPw/s200/Safari+door.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014828024503155938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day started with uber cleaning and decorating (thanks, Mom and Dad, for bringing tons of cool stuff!), and soon the apartment was a perfect safari wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a safari door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgga1Z-IaXsqykI7ghVLdibxqUHIQyDen3wZL_gM3CHr1v8sBNmx-gqA4wALTtfW4pYyGsBquMv061KgkUHRavn0bsb7OlZzZ6zBLfb8Mfss3KLyfGUDcqRstQVMhayBVqQ8Zi2YQ/s1600-h/Safari+TV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgga1Z-IaXsqykI7ghVLdibxqUHIQyDen3wZL_gM3CHr1v8sBNmx-gqA4wALTtfW4pYyGsBquMv061KgkUHRavn0bsb7OlZzZ6zBLfb8Mfss3KLyfGUDcqRstQVMhayBVqQ8Zi2YQ/s200/Safari+TV.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014828642978446578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a  safari TV,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a safari bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuivAhlx6IwWhSDhfNJjHp3fnFbdvo9ZKxUJ3J5ySv_SaQHy5nrUPjtPi1XA-rhk3zpQqDhLRmHdEjQl3nwIsXIxbKgQ1CUDVifB2SxPu6hN0T-k-QFFkRgAOyNDNUzcc8I9EhWg/s1600-h/Safari+bar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuivAhlx6IwWhSDhfNJjHp3fnFbdvo9ZKxUJ3J5ySv_SaQHy5nrUPjtPi1XA-rhk3zpQqDhLRmHdEjQl3nwIsXIxbKgQ1CUDVifB2SxPu6hN0T-k-QFFkRgAOyNDNUzcc8I9EhWg/s200/Safari+bar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014829016640601346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then guests arrived. There were only 6 of us total, which is very nice when sharing alcohol.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the soundtrack to Disney's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Jungle Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and had a great time playing games and generally being silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our first game involved taping print-outs of cartoon jungle animals on everyone's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules for this game were pretty simple: you could ask questions about your animal, and everyone would tell the truth, but no one could tell you what your animal was. When you felt ready to guess, you announced your animal to the party. If you were wrong, you had to drink. If you were right, you had to make someone else drink.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVEoJeWYHDrPcNjDcDn5LMfxbYwIo0fmsSZ0CcBMZQLJJjfiiZPD075EDWC5bAv4roAppR8y_GikrV_otDPp4lagznJ2KNEF1K-w5jsiziL4HNlL1yckK2s0X4Tvk4adc-JlKqw/s1600-h/Brent+safari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVEoJeWYHDrPcNjDcDn5LMfxbYwIo0fmsSZ0CcBMZQLJJjfiiZPD075EDWC5bAv4roAppR8y_GikrV_otDPp4lagznJ2KNEF1K-w5jsiziL4HNlL1yckK2s0X4Tvk4adc-JlKqw/s200/Brent+safari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014830820526865682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent was a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi513F391ViqbZcO_apXnKLcrnBTOWD_tig7LAa_NlZY9Mtk5Gtgwu7SvqGBMPbQ12af_2WW5muUrvwo3bZF795jCjLeC05yCWRR2-PQTTxqXS8u1Bng-k_oTA_uF3NpNXjPoTxfg/s1600-h/Necole+snake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi513F391ViqbZcO_apXnKLcrnBTOWD_tig7LAa_NlZY9Mtk5Gtgwu7SvqGBMPbQ12af_2WW5muUrvwo3bZF795jCjLeC05yCWRR2-PQTTxqXS8u1Bng-k_oTA_uF3NpNXjPoTxfg/s200/Necole+snake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014831378872614178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necole was a hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a monkey (not to be confused with the name Mokey), and Mike was a rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffv4pEMd2I3vHax1LaCt1qbeolXqUNlqhzW59wDxz4mDO-5rytJr9c-8dSjwuAMYpo2-Iyac8dLzxgzs2FnWlulMVyX-qWOQ5cs_2n47nmEOVIB5nGi-uT8s2q7TPTEy18cnI_Q/s1600-h/Renie+and+Mike+safari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffv4pEMd2I3vHax1LaCt1qbeolXqUNlqhzW59wDxz4mDO-5rytJr9c-8dSjwuAMYpo2-Iyac8dLzxgzs2FnWlulMVyX-qWOQ5cs_2n47nmEOVIB5nGi-uT8s2q7TPTEy18cnI_Q/s200/Renie+and+Mike+safari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014831868498885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbK8fg8EswbNs_-gtNxhJQwA3tj60QEXShSsrg-nB_WXXUOWXorVbSvGT0BYcujdQRspXWMXj-nXcjm-gM1TawxzDMMY4IB53vDVoSvAxN9MR5tPHAvu5NfVL3xmF-4rfwIkiO9A/s1600-h/Rob+killing+tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbK8fg8EswbNs_-gtNxhJQwA3tj60QEXShSsrg-nB_WXXUOWXorVbSvGT0BYcujdQRspXWMXj-nXcjm-gM1TawxzDMMY4IB53vDVoSvAxN9MR5tPHAvu5NfVL3xmF-4rfwIkiO9A/s200/Rob+killing+tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014832383894961474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob was a zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adam (not in his own picture due to tardiness and camera-shy...ness) was a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also played another game, where we sat in a circle wearing name tags and had to solve a problem as a team. We were allowed to look at each other's name tags, but not our own. Our problem was that we needed to cross a stream, but a tiger was in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent's tag said, "Hello, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LEADER&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Adam's tag said, "Hello, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR SPIRITUAL ADVISOR&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Mike's tag said, "Hello, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERTLY SEXUAL&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Necole's tag said, "Hello, I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SPEAKING IN A LANGUAGE YOU DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;My tag said, "Hello, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TOTAL MORON&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;And Rob's tag said, "Hello, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS TALKING DOWN TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we solved our problem, we each guessed what our tags said based on how we were treated. Everyone guessed correctly!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, our solution was to feed the total moron to the tiger so it would be distracted. Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than drinking and eating everything in sight, we also opened our safari socks (stockings) and sang karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPW7_b1g6sYXanrcYZpYqTwdiLFCJ1F9gXYKr3sh5WkVQTigTVOf4OtJ9g83ZJynLo53AF4y3SYmAMSKEhWz51AypwUSzXNoCPILw_xqDZL4jl66X9IPEE8VDDLx7uqFfQb8RnA/s1600-h/Opening+stockings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPW7_b1g6sYXanrcYZpYqTwdiLFCJ1F9gXYKr3sh5WkVQTigTVOf4OtJ9g83ZJynLo53AF4y3SYmAMSKEhWz51AypwUSzXNoCPILw_xqDZL4jl66X9IPEE8VDDLx7uqFfQb8RnA/s200/Opening+stockings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014834905040764258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tons of cool presents were in our safari socks! Tiki faces, jungle animal beenies, those fun balloon twisty things that clowns use, candy, snake toys, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cCW75H2Qvj15182bUfo9rJHWP8LQ3jPvbWD9WGwQo37X95QaoKog-SVi6bLNxs1HghqGjj2k2_tfd92ugyaGnnJZ22WcsFB4QSLGSf84jPzSwH-YLl5djp8QUPUzM5aViSIU4g/s1600-h/Mike+rocking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cCW75H2Qvj15182bUfo9rJHWP8LQ3jPvbWD9WGwQo37X95QaoKog-SVi6bLNxs1HghqGjj2k2_tfd92ugyaGnnJZ22WcsFB4QSLGSf84jPzSwH-YLl5djp8QUPUzM5aViSIU4g/s200/Mike+rocking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014849546584276418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPz8s_JDuyzvjfXnT51lbZA-qWHtoU1LRjKzuSRWqP5McKa7cry0-vCQsey7fr60N63WRFS6gEOs2BJbrwDvK8z2BZXdVJurnbBb6GMeyrB6JQ1e9YRNBkJ9sG9tUc8sBXktthYQ/s1600-h/Rob+rocking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPz8s_JDuyzvjfXnT51lbZA-qWHtoU1LRjKzuSRWqP5McKa7cry0-vCQsey7fr60N63WRFS6gEOs2BJbrwDvK8z2BZXdVJurnbBb6GMeyrB6JQ1e9YRNBkJ9sG9tUc8sBXktthYQ/s200/Rob+rocking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014850031915580882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brighthouse rocked my world last night for offering Oxygen on-Demand with its &lt;a href="http://www.oxygen.com/Specials/Video/Affiliates/AirKaraoke/"&gt;Air Karaoke&lt;/a&gt;. Mike brought his amp and mic up to the living room, and we each took turns irritating the neighbors with our... er... vocal talents.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty fun night!  :)  Thanks to everyone who came and made it so super cool. (thanks again to Mom and Dad for providing lots of decorations and munchies)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting a little poll here to vote for our next party. All options are Saturdays! Please vote for your favorite! Hehe, go ahead and vote even if you aren't coming -- it'll be fun to see who has the coolest birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Anderson Cooper's birthday is in June on a Sunday this year. We can definitely celebrate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*note: There should also be a little something on the 21st(ish) for Rob, who will get older on that day.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;More pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiqLDzZFadyaip_eFNwkx9ukcD3g3utB9SkdJeEaY3TkzrQkeJGfXnPjoZa1YAEC-xIfvD_enZ80KnTLdF6loxgnrrkq3GZCyemUaS0rU5AIs47Kb9gdmBsEDjGEDvaKmCQ5DJg/s1600-h/Brent+Renie+stalking+tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiqLDzZFadyaip_eFNwkx9ukcD3g3utB9SkdJeEaY3TkzrQkeJGfXnPjoZa1YAEC-xIfvD_enZ80KnTLdF6loxgnrrkq3GZCyemUaS0rU5AIs47Kb9gdmBsEDjGEDvaKmCQ5DJg/s200/Brent+Renie+stalking+tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014836936560295282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brent and Mokey stalking a tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga16DhFCj_ftAfchlJQyxCPbuPMI_NMDCkpxLwF2F9fuhlbxR_7fZ0AIukhAg6ckl9PIvdcYhqYXnMjYUX68TItj9exs_xwDp_XTOkofWgccFOwU9eOHROnnjODHIdPTwdZcjUPA/s1600-h/Mike+binoculars+Necole+gun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga16DhFCj_ftAfchlJQyxCPbuPMI_NMDCkpxLwF2F9fuhlbxR_7fZ0AIukhAg6ckl9PIvdcYhqYXnMjYUX68TItj9exs_xwDp_XTOkofWgccFOwU9eOHROnnjODHIdPTwdZcjUPA/s200/Mike+binoculars+Necole+gun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014837370351992194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mike spying while Necole takes aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM4cYQelNa7H4inydoJthFm9wvSmKhM1h0Q17RTRoSTqPUYD11I3Id8V6wKOQoRdDyo9aoPH_0eCDILxGH7I9yEnOe8lzDjn-6H3KLKqgI4Yz4gwdcUnwtcQguMscZd1n83X1ig/s1600-h/Mike+drunken+gun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM4cYQelNa7H4inydoJthFm9wvSmKhM1h0Q17RTRoSTqPUYD11I3Id8V6wKOQoRdDyo9aoPH_0eCDILxGH7I9yEnOe8lzDjn-6H3KLKqgI4Yz4gwdcUnwtcQguMscZd1n83X1ig/s200/Mike+drunken+gun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014837967352446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mike drunken shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Bmom8eo8apuXAd2dS1GP6rRNYhEtylfaQME6dOldjUsFuZ2MWdf7a98P4X7f2BLqNGUrZ3B5YdmhylOL5U4i576CFOUrL3AHJek5Nzk90_SduQ-ZpgXQknGq2ZVteJyfyN8cnw/s1600-h/Brent+gun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Bmom8eo8apuXAd2dS1GP6rRNYhEtylfaQME6dOldjUsFuZ2MWdf7a98P4X7f2BLqNGUrZ3B5YdmhylOL5U4i576CFOUrL3AHJek5Nzk90_SduQ-ZpgXQknGq2ZVteJyfyN8cnw/s200/Brent+gun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014839311677210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brent shooting sparks from his sparkle gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VtytByemCMcYn_f2afuss6WMXgng4kMDMibqguWy1dNbGgIBslAkYEQDLkkkWEAtw6M1c5O_WizQZeGhKehnL0rDEEZHGxTxdLUWcLVl5xGtDKDKzQsz8EH98x6VcpU8hcadOg/s1600-h/Beatles+safari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VtytByemCMcYn_f2afuss6WMXgng4kMDMibqguWy1dNbGgIBslAkYEQDLkkkWEAtw6M1c5O_WizQZeGhKehnL0rDEEZHGxTxdLUWcLVl5xGtDKDKzQsz8EH98x6VcpU8hcadOg/s200/Beatles+safari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014850839369432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Beatles enjoying karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTyD3I5OzETQSL9fIvAl-TmjBWmoiLKznlFlQi-Bfb86cFCb0LaAwgXMbshZgldMlt9Qp8QT0rWULyKvi5fcl27oSsFtAQPZuQcqwajTRpD1VGUtEBgOM102DPiArZ8PPmfhGw/s1600-h/Happy+birthday,+Ruddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTyD3I5OzETQSL9fIvAl-TmjBWmoiLKznlFlQi-Bfb86cFCb0LaAwgXMbshZgldMlt9Qp8QT0rWULyKvi5fcl27oSsFtAQPZuQcqwajTRpD1VGUtEBgOM102DPiArZ8PPmfhGw/s400/Happy+birthday,+Ruddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014850603146231266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/74192020374361326/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/74192020374361326" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/74192020374361326" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/74192020374361326" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/parties-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Parties are cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDOptHxLhjluWaGC2AiQniQEY6ecVVO12ejxpSQODBIeFFFTN2L6swYOg40XfOJBclk2IAzuYeR_62Q-r2CMoxyeol-QihU_8QmNIK4PBsRJdOUKV6iPIQkCMlTQBvGWHqlLewQ/s72-c/Safari+pose.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-7880355817022177705</id><published>2006-12-24T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:54:40.075-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Volunteering/Charity/etc."/><title type="text">Donating for the holidays is cool.</title><content type="html">Someone in my boyfriend's (Rebeefio -- see photo in the last post) family is sponsoring an orphan for the holidays this year instead of giving gifts. They sent a really cool email to everyone with a picture of the little girl and a brief description of her life and goals. How totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I posted my favorite charity of the year, but I've seen tons this year and can't choose just one. Luckily, though, there's a &lt;a href="http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm"&gt;Charity Navigator&lt;/a&gt; that allows you to browse charities from all over the world and view evaluations of each one. There's even a &lt;a href="http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm/bay/content.view/cpid/518.htm"&gt;Holiday Giving Guide 2006&lt;/a&gt; for you last-minute shoppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always wonderful to get a card that says something nice has been done in my name. When you think about it, we love giving presents about as much as getting them. Sometimes more, really. Charity gifts make the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; experience a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; experience as well.  :)  So if you're considering donating to a charity instead of buying a random present for your loved one, I say go for it!</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7880355817022177705/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/7880355817022177705" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7880355817022177705" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7880355817022177705" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/donating-for-holidays-is-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Donating for the holidays is cool." type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-3582656217275331285</id><published>2006-12-24T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:29:03.939-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><title type="text">Happy holidays from Mokey and Rebeefio!  :)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPbZ5MsiYV5A_iLqivU8HhKasE9WcLgWR2WFltOzzEWI9wH9_RmFTgegjKFEIhtH7hBVDMKe0XbKAm-cvojJQb_cj2siBAAE8IHxA6LC-rYbLsm42-pAHqn9j6yho6p_obpG36w/s1600-h/Mokey+and+Rebeefio+Christmas_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPbZ5MsiYV5A_iLqivU8HhKasE9WcLgWR2WFltOzzEWI9wH9_RmFTgegjKFEIhtH7hBVDMKe0XbKAm-cvojJQb_cj2siBAAE8IHxA6LC-rYbLsm42-pAHqn9j6yho6p_obpG36w/s400/Mokey+and+Rebeefio+Christmas_001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012159710256689186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy holidays!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(we'd be smiling, but we forgot to put on animations -- imagine big smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3582656217275331285/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/3582656217275331285" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3582656217275331285" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3582656217275331285" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-from-mokey-and-rebeefio.html" rel="alternate" title="Happy holidays from Mokey and Rebeefio!  :)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPbZ5MsiYV5A_iLqivU8HhKasE9WcLgWR2WFltOzzEWI9wH9_RmFTgegjKFEIhtH7hBVDMKe0XbKAm-cvojJQb_cj2siBAAE8IHxA6LC-rYbLsm42-pAHqn9j6yho6p_obpG36w/s72-c/Mokey+and+Rebeefio+Christmas_001.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-7687269040350806949</id><published>2006-12-24T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:02:57.771-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><title type="text">Happy holidays from Othello and Miranda and Weasely!  :)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QnzhMlqAmC_o0XZdNfeJhfyQHo3WaoYNUmHKy_m2MVvqbY7r1N5U6jW-4GTD3mTvullSBx1Nfu7IAft3U0bPXBdMRJuYEYUiqDd8-rW2Qg0VzyGw7A-T3HVEb3UKAQp0y2Gbdg/s1600-h/Christmas+%27Thello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QnzhMlqAmC_o0XZdNfeJhfyQHo3WaoYNUmHKy_m2MVvqbY7r1N5U6jW-4GTD3mTvullSBx1Nfu7IAft3U0bPXBdMRJuYEYUiqDd8-rW2Qg0VzyGw7A-T3HVEb3UKAQp0y2Gbdg/s400/Christmas+%27Thello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012154826878873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Othello says, "Happy holidays!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kCTFmvp9lJTtd68hHfHnlBQu4ZthE9UrT4WN_yEj9kjTp1Dy63OuBBTzRkstmgaI2M8ADKgBkhPo-UW1-Kn16jK3uTb5yF5XUKArKiUw3kHUDXDA_ds2IcV81J27qf05-nFulw/s1600-h/Christmas+fishies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kCTFmvp9lJTtd68hHfHnlBQu4ZthE9UrT4WN_yEj9kjTp1Dy63OuBBTzRkstmgaI2M8ADKgBkhPo-UW1-Kn16jK3uTb5yF5XUKArKiUw3kHUDXDA_ds2IcV81J27qf05-nFulw/s400/Christmas+fishies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012154955727892498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda and Weasely say, "Happy holidays!"</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/7687269040350806949/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/7687269040350806949" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7687269040350806949" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/7687269040350806949" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-from-othello-and-miranda.html" rel="alternate" title="Happy holidays from Othello and Miranda and Weasely!  :)" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QnzhMlqAmC_o0XZdNfeJhfyQHo3WaoYNUmHKy_m2MVvqbY7r1N5U6jW-4GTD3mTvullSBx1Nfu7IAft3U0bPXBdMRJuYEYUiqDd8-rW2Qg0VzyGw7A-T3HVEb3UKAQp0y2Gbdg/s72-c/Christmas+%27Thello.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-5568799816265578523</id><published>2006-12-22T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:48:41.777-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Fishy Show"/><title type="text">The Fishy Show, A New Friend for Miranda?</title><content type="html">Miranda had spent several days floating around her tank. There were plenty of things to do, but nothing made her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9XqNhrxPR5doABxLxLkA6MGZcFxtX_WgI9aiCDQU5ItZC8nC2Fke4YyztRDhHMSte2RCyqqQbR6HKWuxyU3s0zOI2hZMQbWU4QSv2puniiEDefV8Qig5N3SAmUlPaz2HmqbGSg/s1600-h/plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9XqNhrxPR5doABxLxLkA6MGZcFxtX_WgI9aiCDQU5ItZC8nC2Fke4YyztRDhHMSte2RCyqqQbR6HKWuxyU3s0zOI2hZMQbWU4QSv2puniiEDefV8Qig5N3SAmUlPaz2HmqbGSg/s200/plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011447849492148098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried playing in the plants, but they didn't feel as nice as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7Lcj53DaG69ZXYzJ0Gq44O8pOsxQAzr-uFSKEjmAeZm2PKdIq7-vTiEd31a3zjkSkaAcbzXBtZFmzv8pIdTDExrFv8tWTwvTl0xmTz5bUhfTanprzO3vL_HtJPAoR-Zb1BFfpg/s1600-h/Bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7Lcj53DaG69ZXYzJ0Gq44O8pOsxQAzr-uFSKEjmAeZm2PKdIq7-vTiEd31a3zjkSkaAcbzXBtZFmzv8pIdTDExrFv8tWTwvTl0xmTz5bUhfTanprzO3vL_HtJPAoR-Zb1BFfpg/s200/Bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011448012700905362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried eating the bamboo, but it didn't taste as good as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjL3VOssf-R7wJ84uaV5F0A7JkmodlvtgSocOAYet7GWDB51cjz2102uCqsT58ie12ov-AoLMNw6JmugxjTMVZfple0knEaMjZWtoFfK6qZATIXcLiekD-8bLBKz7TSAtNpKE-w/s1600-h/Bubble+ride+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjL3VOssf-R7wJ84uaV5F0A7JkmodlvtgSocOAYet7GWDB51cjz2102uCqsT58ie12ov-AoLMNw6JmugxjTMVZfple0knEaMjZWtoFfK6qZATIXcLiekD-8bLBKz7TSAtNpKE-w/s200/Bubble+ride+big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011448313348616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even tried riding the Bubble Ride, but it wasn't as fun as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, as her people dropped some breakfast into her tank, Miranda looked up and said, "I'm lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People probably can't understand fish," Miranda said to herself. "Why do I even bother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched them eat their own breakfast next to each other, talking and smiling, while she nibbled her fish food all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is such a big tank," she said to nobody. "I wish I could have someone to share it with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, Miranda went about her usual routine: swim over here feeling lonely. Swim over there feeling lonely. Take a nap. Wake up. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was dinner time. Her people came home and opened the aquarium lid, but she barely looked up to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-gU5VlrgxrScululk8sS2AoMhyphenhyphen2Om4aFRgTS3Vpmb9Zcrd6vwstcCOG-kWJB6L6CpjN96XuE5g9goB5AfNWsNl2CMnfgxDWNDC1wadumlEyTL-tAcHzc_I4AkTOrWTRtrhWptQ/s1600-h/Weasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-gU5VlrgxrScululk8sS2AoMhyphenhyphen2Om4aFRgTS3Vpmb9Zcrd6vwstcCOG-kWJB6L6CpjN96XuE5g9goB5AfNWsNl2CMnfgxDWNDC1wadumlEyTL-tAcHzc_I4AkTOrWTRtrhWptQ/s320/Weasley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011450705645399986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," said a voice next to Miranda in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nearly jumped out of the tank. "Who are you??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright red goldfish had swum up next to her and was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Weasely," he said with a friendly flick of his tail. "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miranda," she said. "Where did you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Them," Weasely said, indicating Miranda's people. "They brought me home to be with you." He paused. "You don't mind, do you? They thought you needed a friend. I certainly needed one, so I was glad to come along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda just stared in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weasely swam closer to her and smiled again. "Will you be my friend, Miranda?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ffOxaD-uE-slcs475Wrsi6RP-pywh1FPhmLX94vBhdXfOfqvVZ1LAfAL0XaZtyskQ_eIm2bsboGl4iX9WFcRYaPffPqKimnh2qUnR9ODsYYjao_ZH4ZI2VpcwNwN7pU_Al9mqA/s1600-h/Miranda+and+Weasely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ffOxaD-uE-slcs475Wrsi6RP-pywh1FPhmLX94vBhdXfOfqvVZ1LAfAL0XaZtyskQ_eIm2bsboGl4iX9WFcRYaPffPqKimnh2qUnR9ODsYYjao_ZH4ZI2VpcwNwN7pU_Al9mqA/s320/Miranda+and+Weasely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011452088624869314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All at once, Miranda burst into laughter. "Yes!" she shouted. "Come on! I want to show you around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swam over here and over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhte6axGsDPktzZL51NjT2Jx3mk99XGA6UDiXiLAuObYoJ7onRQ0DLqyEs1aUPsqoXDbkNUKET4QPsVMpFFZS1ODqw0ZmP3Zz_mNmnkCFuFk7i-T867o2yU0BX65F7bY6o7RqUjQ/s1600-h/Miranda+and+Weasely+plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhte6axGsDPktzZL51NjT2Jx3mk99XGA6UDiXiLAuObYoJ7onRQ0DLqyEs1aUPsqoXDbkNUKET4QPsVMpFFZS1ODqw0ZmP3Zz_mNmnkCFuFk7i-T867o2yU0BX65F7bY6o7RqUjQ/s320/Miranda+and+Weasely+plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011452621200814034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed him the plants, and they felt perfect for playing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAuvnKB1-K9o44-ozX68iMZTXs9mAbgbpNNlltYTSioifB-GYiOAO6H13ps-IXMiPvrFn57JLaufAh_hIz8ZmKQch46bo41npLB6Vklvjl2AAZO2WMBZwxLnOx_fC71XDBRheyg/s1600-h/Miranda+and+Weasely+bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAuvnKB1-K9o44-ozX68iMZTXs9mAbgbpNNlltYTSioifB-GYiOAO6H13ps-IXMiPvrFn57JLaufAh_hIz8ZmKQch46bo41npLB6Vklvjl2AAZO2WMBZwxLnOx_fC71XDBRheyg/s320/Miranda+and+Weasely+bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011453054992510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed him the bamboo, and it tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the best part," Miranda told him, and they swam to the Bubble Ride. "Give it a try!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzYHMs4at-_e_PdRESfej09DcKkpe_7VPLsUhHbAJeKvlaWB7qm_gfG3AwiY-vN-AARm4-9kmH-S8AAD8ZGB3He1EAWpokDbnQoPTh2KIz9wNXhI_na9xTjlB_dWvzMycP-E4Jg/s1600-h/Miranda+and+Weasely+bubble+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzYHMs4at-_e_PdRESfej09DcKkpe_7VPLsUhHbAJeKvlaWB7qm_gfG3AwiY-vN-AARm4-9kmH-S8AAD8ZGB3He1EAWpokDbnQoPTh2KIz9wNXhI_na9xTjlB_dWvzMycP-E4Jg/s320/Miranda+and+Weasely+bubble+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011453407179829234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miranda and Weasely rode the Bubble Ride all night, even after dinner, even after their people had turned off the lights. Hours past bed time, they finally fell asleep, both happy to have found a new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tune in next time to see Miranda and Weasely get a water cleaning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/5568799816265578523/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/5568799816265578523" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5568799816265578523" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/5568799816265578523" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/fishy-show-new-friend-for-miranda.html" rel="alternate" title="The Fishy Show, A New Friend for Miranda?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Mokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07330910927813017837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52435161_698dc4c939_t.jpg" width="21"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9XqNhrxPR5doABxLxLkA6MGZcFxtX_WgI9aiCDQU5ItZC8nC2Fke4YyztRDhHMSte2RCyqqQbR6HKWuxyU3s0zOI2hZMQbWU4QSv2puniiEDefV8Qig5N3SAmUlPaz2HmqbGSg/s72-c/plants.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17145056.post-3318781705328440343</id><published>2006-12-22T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:03:56.011-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games"/><title type="text">Puzzles are cool. PLUS HARRY POTTER IS COOL (omg!)</title><content type="html">Well, I may not be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solve &lt;/span&gt;puzzles, but now, thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.perplexcity.com/"&gt;Perplex City&lt;/a&gt;, I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; my own! You'd think that would be easier, but it turns out you spend about as much time staring at a blank page trying to dream up a puzzle as you do staring at a pre-made riddle trying to sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave it a shot anyway! My first creation is called "The Light," and if you want to try it out, you'll have to ask me for a link. Sorry, but that's how the puzzle maker works for now. They're going to have permanent links available soon. Until then, it's just for those who request it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!  :)  Go &lt;a href="http://beta.perplexcity.com/"&gt;make your own&lt;/a&gt; puzzles and send them to me, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- I'm putting this part under "Games" because there's a brief game involved. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com"&gt;JK Rowling's site&lt;/a&gt; and clickity-click around to figure out the title to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter Book SEVEN!&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, Jo Rowling!!!! What a perfect winter present!  :)</content><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/feeds/3318781705328440343/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/17145056/3318781705328440343" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3318781705328440343" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17145056/posts/default/3318781705328440343" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blithebewilderment.blogspot.com/2006/12/puzzles-are-cool.html" rel="alternate" title="Puzzles are cool. 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