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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 02:26:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>comfort</category><category>pestilence</category><category>house paint</category><category>good legs</category><category>country fairs</category><category>linguini</category><category>infundibulum</category><category>nose grist</category><category>smaug</category><category>anthropomorphism</category><category>winter</category><category>nougat</category><category>thunderstorm</category><category>easter</category><category>pruritus</category><category>spectral phnomena</category><category>bus shrapnel</category><category>geekery</category><category>sports</category><category>high school</category><category>frenulum</category><category>general weepiness</category><category>Things</category><category>Home</category><category>farty mcfarterson</category><category>floating heads</category><category>recipes</category><category>fahk it</category><category>accents</category><category>sanders</category><category>vocabulary</category><category>piplup</category><category>whipping</category><category>spiffy</category><category>singing</category><category>accidents</category><category>parasitic twin</category><category>boobs</category><category>frankenstein</category><category>lava lamps</category><category>senseless</category><category>cookies</category><category>politics</category><category>desecration</category><category>puritans</category><category>pollack</category><category>patron saints of ireland</category><category>delusional hallucinations</category><category>hate</category><category>blatherskate</category><category>cat poop</category><category>sea creatures</category><category>fancy words</category><category>the f bomb</category><category>puppy</category><category>paso double</category><category>terrorists</category><category>wordsmiths</category><category>mercaptoethanol</category><category>triumph</category><category>weeble bottoms</category><category>Flood</category><category>formatting woes</category><category>onychomycosis</category><category>swimming</category><category>clostridium</category><category>grampa chair</category><category>anxiety averted</category><category>anthrax</category><category>festering boils</category><category>nihilism</category><category>raging yellow zonkers</category><category>dyngus</category><category>insane rambling</category><category>musings</category><title>no accent yet</title><description /><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NoAccentYet" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="noaccentyet" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8517505621146966039</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T20:48:44.596-05:00</atom:updated><title>double duty double deals!</title><atom:summary>Well, at least that's what the headline touts from the right-hand page of the Woman's Day magazine to my right.The magazine - It's a gift from my mommy.  Y'all shut about about how only old ladies read Woman's Day because Family Circle is too 'young' for them.  Just shush.  I'd read Cosmo, but the scratch and sniff perfume ads give me headaches and the models make me angry.My brother gets </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/02/double-duty-double-deals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUAuVhplNbU/TzB7lzvTfJI/AAAAAAAABQY/GmtVT0Z7xlI/s72-c/tumblr_kxvmspaQNC1qa49tx.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6192081502691331906</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-03T22:01:53.440-05:00</atom:updated><title>A time or two ago</title><atom:summary>When I was less then half as old as I am now, I had dreams (or practical plans) of being a teacher.It didn't work out.  I wasn't nearly as responsible as I needed to be to teach the kids who I met during my student teaching.  I was 23.  There's nothing more be said about that, except that I'm a late bloomer and as such didn't even think about ordering big-girl panties until I was about 30.I got </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-or-two-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5414857491108226141</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T09:32:03.608-05:00</atom:updated><title>strength training</title><atom:summary>It was a lovely day yesterday in Wake County.  Sunny, slightly breezy, and warm-ish.  Just the right kind of day to get out and take a lovely walk.So we did.Biff and I strapped on the gear and headed to the a greenway we walked part of a couple of weeks ago.  This time we started about at the point we stopped last time, hoping to make it down under some RR tracks and a major highway before </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/strength-training.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2KZ_2F2Yv0/TyVX6-hifqI/AAAAAAAABQM/CTeWWm3AMqc/s72-c/bryantridgeprivy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-1702462253285176498</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T22:16:30.535-05:00</atom:updated><title>truth is immutible (*table?)</title><atom:summary>Six years ago, I wrote this.It is still true.It's not encouraging news, but it is the way of things.---In the swing through the archives just now (yes I do sometimes go back and read who I used to be), it's apparent that I used to put a lot more thought into writing.  Why, there are stories there, and almost-fully-baked themes!Not so now.  The devolution of this blog is nearly complete, but not </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/truth-is-immutible-table.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8962559893125393479</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T20:10:33.026-05:00</atom:updated><title>if you don't already know, I'm not all sunshine and light.</title><atom:summary>Introit to a little something about me, which you might not know if we've met recently: There's something 'wrong' with me.'Wrong' being a term people use for folks most folks ain't like, which is all of us, I guess, but is some of us in particular who are just a titch outside what is considered to be nominally charming and 'off-beat.'To wit:Longtime readers of this blog know that when I go to </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-dont-already-know-im-not-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAgYwwyDzx8/TxygD99HbKI/AAAAAAAABP4/pDqGdxKLxqE/s72-c/main%2Bstaircase.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2595407128094026875</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-18T22:53:13.143-05:00</atom:updated><title>I can see clearly now</title><atom:summary>Two words:COMPUTER GLASSES.And thus I find my way one step further into old age.  But it's OK.  At least I can see what you cretins are up to out there now.  What was before a smeary gray blob of amusement has crystallized into a brilliantly crisp landscape of WTH was that?Good on ya, internetly friends.  You have made the purchase of a pair of cheaters worth the money and shame.Also, I can see </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-see-clearly-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2592392245621737954</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-16T19:32:10.320-05:00</atom:updated><title>gentler pillowy doom</title><atom:summary>This post is nothing more than to say that the person who created the phrase gentler pillowy doom is a genius, and awesome.That's Kap.She hates everyone.Except maybe you.Sometimes I feel the same way.--You will of course have noticed that I'm not posting here as much anymore.  This is a sucktastic turn of events, much like my promise to me to walk 2+ miles a day at the beginning of this year.  </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/gentler-pillowy-doom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5983460837622847721</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T21:36:48.616-05:00</atom:updated><title>all these changes can't be good for a body</title><atom:summary>Gmail wants me to change to the 'new look.'  Google+ is trying to hijack my homepage.  Work is moving to Windows 7.  The new training page is chock full of new features, and the expense reporting system at work is upgrading to met up with the new Sunshine law that demands we reveal everything but the size of what we keep in our underwear.And, like usual, I keep saying 'no thanks.'Three years ago </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-these-changes-cant-be-good-for-body.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7447474665750593551</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-03T13:10:55.440-05:00</atom:updated><title>Can't go a month without posting</title><atom:summary>Since I last checked in here, a lot has gone on.  Perhaps the most enjoyable aspect of the goings-on is that I've not stepped foot into my place of work in over 2 weeks.  A trip to California the week before Christmas, then the week between Christmas and NYE as a company shutdown, then 3 extra days off this week ('use it or lose it' vacation) makes for a nice long respite from the commute and </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2012/01/cant-go-month-without-posting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fI7yTfQlnzc/TwNEWhNhSwI/AAAAAAAABPo/0qba-uSWTk4/s72-c/bulldozer%2Bbutterfly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8330895087392394246</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-15T15:33:03.869-05:00</atom:updated><title>1348</title><atom:summary>10 things I dislike (if you care or were wondering):BeetsThe sound of people typing on super-clicky keyboardsWhen stuff explodes in the microwaveLaundryThe funk on laundry left in the washer too longScabsCanned asparagusShirts with too-small neck openingsMy double chinThe sound a dog makes when it's licking itselfIn truth, I could go on and on about the 'noises that bother me,' because it seems I</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/12/1348.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EEtXCIJ6LA/TupZENynneI/AAAAAAAABPY/vpvEg-KU004/s72-c/hahahahaha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6639117235955109711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-12T10:15:54.470-05:00</atom:updated><title>Now I'm only a week behind</title><atom:summary>If all goes well, by the end of today I'll only be about a week behind in stuff for work.  This is, shockingly, an improvement from last week when I was about a month behind.  Delivering initial drafts of large projects has been an issue of late, as little, more urgent, things keep popping up and taking time away from the big-ticket projects that of course are important and urgent as well, just </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-im-only-week-behind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJV7PobznKs/TuYZu4trC0I/AAAAAAAABPA/tuvaxcYqbDQ/s72-c/Krampus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6597544569297145226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T19:44:10.144-05:00</atom:updated><title>Shake up the tastebuds</title><atom:summary>Tonight's dinner was pretty good.  So good, in fact, that I'm posting the recipe here so at some point, if I want it, and remember I've posted it here, I can find it again.Apologies to those who wanted something of more substance.  This one's all about me and my for-crap memory.---Tiny House orange sesame chicken (or pork, or tofu)(and not that breaded deep-fried crap that supposed to be 'Chinese</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/12/shake-up-tastebuds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5793992830783853928</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T22:09:17.744-05:00</atom:updated><title>it's been that kind of a time</title><atom:summary>Tonight I drove home, in the dark, through a vicious rainstorm.It was 64 degrees here this morning at 8 a.m., and it is now 48 degrees at almost 10 p.m.  Can you chant me Cold Front, Cold Front?  Yeah, baby, I thought you could.  Meteorological serendipity, thy name is 5 p, TODAY!!As it became all too soon all too clear, the cold front and I were commuting partners.  It swept the streets of </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-that-kind-of-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5352100619853755245</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T11:25:25.740-05:00</atom:updated><title>Staring into space</title><atom:summary>Once again, me plus copious time alone proves that I am the most boring person on the planet.  I fall asleep early, talk with nobody, do almost nothing, and can't even be bothered to cook anything.  It's as though I just go on 'hold' until something or someone comes along to jump-start the life engine.  Otherwise, I get stuck on idle (metaphor, beware!), just gently reverberating while waiting </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/11/staring-into-space.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlxW7BHwhOY/TtEShjKLfAI/AAAAAAAABNs/kehoYnhcgM4/s72-c/boredom.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-417608311690584569</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-22T18:12:40.102-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dear Bank that just  cut my credit limit by 75%</title><atom:summary>So, Hi, BTJCMCLB75,I thought I knew you.  I thought that, because I've dealt with you and you many fine offerings of loans, mortgages, and insurance over the years and have happily availed myself of them for a very long time to what I would like to think is our mutual benefit, you would at least give a sister a shout-out before pulling the financial noose a little too snug for comfort.I thought </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-bank-that-just-cut-my-credit-limit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5237885973611246509</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-15T12:39:55.924-05:00</atom:updated><title>There was something about flying monkeys, and then it got weird</title><atom:summary>Hey!  So it's been a while since I posted anything, eh?  Over 2 weeks, which is something of a record for me, but of course I'm far too lazy to look up my previous all-time high posting gap.What's been happening in your world since a few days before Hallowe'en?  Doesn't Hallowe'en seem like a long time ago already?  It does for me.  The candy was gone within days, thanks to the hard work and </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-was-something-about-flying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2uRGVvdbAw/TsKdYTmycZI/AAAAAAAABNU/nH4rv6jL-Rw/s72-c/IMAG0419.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-9180842779202246440</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T12:15:42.316-04:00</atom:updated><title>mouth-lookers, rant topics, and cluelessness</title><atom:summary>I was talking with someone the other day and while I was talking this person looked at my mouth.  The whole time.  Every time I spoke.Freaked me out a little.---Sometimes, when I'm in the car or otherwise alone, I like to give a verbal smackdown to everybody I know who deserves it.  My commute is about 45 minutes, so there's plenty of room for quite a number of topics.Another rant is on the near </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/mouth-lookers-rant-topics-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gau0JCwbOg/TqrTvtnRlSI/AAAAAAAABNI/OeX2JZmmfGw/s72-c/gilmer_knuck.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4122130176244277038</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T13:35:33.751-04:00</atom:updated><title>postprandial perturbations and WINNING!</title><atom:summary>Like most of you reading this, I am an adult.  Unlike some of you young-uns, I have reached a nearly-august number of years, amassing experiences (forgetting most of them, sadly), friendships, and lessons along the way.Usually, I'm pretty good at learning things the first or second time they're taught.There's one lesson though that I keep having to relearn - the dreaded 'how to eat when you work </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/postprandial-perturbations-and-winning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoH2EA0rwH0/TqbyOv9TbtI/AAAAAAAABM4/AiDgAL4ef3M/s72-c/LUTEFISK_TV_DINNER_14_OZ.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2525952021395769353</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T19:56:35.421-04:00</atom:updated><title>Roaming gangs of hooligans</title><atom:summary>A beautiful day is turning into the perfect fall night.  Temps are dropping, the air is crisping, the football team is playing, and bands of young men are wandering our neighborhood shouting and being generally rambunctious.Now, I'm all for the rambunctious, but these fellows are like those dudes who show up at 8:30 on Hallowe'en night with NO costume and a look on their faces that say 'gimme ALL</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/roaming-gangs-of-hooligans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIqoepwgPlM/TqIDclH4YvI/AAAAAAAABMs/gT7D-UaKpAM/s72-c/thugspider.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-167447198758004927</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-18T23:25:28.352-04:00</atom:updated><title>sometimes it's enough to make music</title><atom:summary>Our boys were in a band concert tonight.Thing 1, the junior, is in Wind Ensemble, the 'higher' of the 2 HS bands.  Thing 2, as a freshman, is in Concert Band.  They both play trombone.Tonight, as it has happened for many of their performances, I got chills listening to what they are a part of.  It's lovely to hear them grow as musicians, and I celebrate each step they take on that journey.  </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-its-enough-to-make-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvIvHCfCrXA/Tp5B7llRVYI/AAAAAAAABMg/VhllsDlZFeY/s72-c/perfect.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7965009121394573124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T10:10:28.306-04:00</atom:updated><title>What's all this rubbish then?</title><atom:summary>Clicked into the Blogger dashboard this morning (first time in a week, I know...) and apparently now it's possible to allow your readers to have a more interactive experience by utilizing something called 'dynamic views.'True to my ever-strengthening Luddite nature, I didn't do any more than glance at this new offering before I closed out the pop-up window while grumbling about how this is MY </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-all-this-rubbish-then.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxy77KJQAYU/TpbqV-Xv9XI/AAAAAAAABMI/VVkDpwjipVc/s72-c/neoluddism.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7353962479352791461</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T12:53:10.704-04:00</atom:updated><title>Webcams and a sad bit</title><atom:summary>Recently I opened up a new email account for professional contacts and such.  Like all iGoogle accounts, this one has the potential to be personalized.  You can chose from thousands of gadgets and widgets to plop onto your home page, from the sublime to the ridiculous.  Because I have the news and how-tos of the day and weather on my other email, this new one got some fun stuff on it just to </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/webcams-and-sad-bit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlxXjADK-ZY/To3cBUEScAI/AAAAAAAABMA/V_Qk8pwivh4/s72-c/COS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-1007959083762152353</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T14:01:02.852-04:00</atom:updated><title>In which I need your input.</title><atom:summary>Over a week now since the last post.  Starting to see auras and mirages.  Can feel the creativity backing up in my head and distorting my vision.  Hearing's gone wonky, with small voices whispering 'write, write, write' (or 'right, right, right,' I suppose).  Can't think clearly, the thirst for an outlet is becoming all I can think of.  Won't be long now before I lose what's left of my mind...---</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-which-i-need-your-input.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ww2gI0vmXK4/TotIxrchJ4I/AAAAAAAABL4/MDkJ1deAE4Q/s72-c/Stay-or-Go.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3083357850249365650</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T19:06:41.586-04:00</atom:updated><title>There's nothing nutritious about a snickerdoodle</title><atom:summary>But that doesn't matter. Not everything life can be good for you.Note: these cookies were rolled into little balls and then dusted with a cinammon-sugar mix, as it customary for snickerdoodles.  My recipe says just put these lil' ball of empty calories on a baking sheet and cook.Biff, in a shocking turn of events, insists that snickerdoodles are to be MASHED WITH  A FORK and patterned up like a </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-nothing-nutritious-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yd1zqQoT8g/Tn-wV7iieOI/AAAAAAAABLw/FKs355iIN-A/s72-c/downsize.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6721639957967361267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-22T22:01:50.499-04:00</atom:updated><title>It's not so bad until you pull a giant shard of glass out of your foot</title><atom:summary>If you're new here (and I don't really think anyone is, but hope is a stoic beast), you need to know that we started remodeling the kitchen a little under a year ago.  It's still not QUITE all the way done, so there are still gripping and heartwrenching tales to tell.Part of the kitchen remodel process was to design and build 4 stained glass panels for the hutch area over the appliance/buffet </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-so-bad-until-you-pull-giant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTjEERTLNJs/TnvlAoKhJWI/AAAAAAAABLg/qk2VL0thk-4/s72-c/totally%2Bno%2Bexaggeration.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

