<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:36:05.358-07:00</updated><category term="dream"/><category term="Dark Souls"/><category term="Galapagos"/><category term="PSN"/><category term="Sony"/><category term="bathroom"/><category term="bird"/><category term="brain"/><category term="cat dog"/><category term="death"/><category term="gum"/><category term="guns"/><category term="humans"/><category term="milk"/><category term="monster"/><category term="rash"/><category term="wrist"/><title type='text'>somethingsayss</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a bunch of nothingness is what you will find here; please stay for lunch, we&#39;re having dinner.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-2363651669791208656</id><published>2011-06-29T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:24:05.120-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bathroom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guns"/><title type='text'>Dream baby!</title><content type='html'>Also, sorry for the lack of bi-weekly updates; I&#39;ve just been super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I dream of bathrooms, it&#39;s usually like a HUGE room full of toilets, I mean everywhere you go, just toilets. Usually the toilets are filled with junk, but I don&#39;t mind. And during this sequence, I don&#39;t have a care in the world; I&#39;m not worried about people looking or how everything&#39;s so open. Is there something wrong with me? I usually get these dreams every two months or so, and no, I don&#39;t have to use the restroom when I wake up and my sheets are clean. I also had another dream where I was being shot at, which was freaking trippy and scary. I was with my church friends, and we were just chilling at someone&#39;s apartment, when these two or three guys some in with guns in their hands. I nearly died, then I headed out the back when shots were fired. I climbed out the window, then fell maybe 5 stories. I was stumbling, trying to get up, when those same guys came around the corner, and they started throwing all these things on me, they must&#39;ve been receipts or IOU&#39;s (think Dumb and Dumber). They were telling me that I was the one who robbed the bank, and they wanted me to say it, or else they would&#39;ve shot me. I complied, the I woke up. What are you guys up to these days?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/2363651669791208656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/2363651669791208656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/2363651669791208656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-baby.html' title='Dream baby!'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-8330111577702021999</id><published>2011-06-16T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:51:11.501-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dark Souls"/><title type='text'>Dark Souls...</title><content type='html'>Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t wait until this game comes out; I&#39;ll play the hell out of it, then die thousands of times, and learn from (almost) every death. For those who&#39;ve played Demon&#39;s Souls, this game will fit nicely in their collection. Thank you Bandai, but I would&#39;ve also liked to have played the broken statue, the Giants one.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/8330111577702021999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dark-souls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8330111577702021999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8330111577702021999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dark-souls.html' title='Dark Souls...'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-3757940157173933884</id><published>2011-06-13T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:07:02.015-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humans"/><title type='text'>Humans are</title><content type='html'>pretty darn amazing creatures. We cured diseases, built skyscrapers, and ventured to the highest and lowest (that we know of) points on the entire planet; why? To show that we pretty much rock. Take the brain, for example. It&#39;s just a bunch of nerves and synapses pulsing information in electricity (I think...) throughout our entire body to control and do things on it&#39;s own; without our knowledge. Have you ever had those inner-body farts that occur within your stomach/intestines? Those instances are pretty funny, because you can&#39;t help it, haha. But to what extent will we go? Every year or so, information and data speeds and whatnot increase almost two-fold; that&#39;s a huge leap from every 100 years to build something (right?).</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/3757940157173933884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/humans-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3757940157173933884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3757940157173933884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/humans-are.html' title='Humans are'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-8935228507714568338</id><published>2011-06-06T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:16:57.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear wood plank.</title><content type='html'>Did it hurt when I ran you over after switching lanes at 65MPH? I don&#39;t think it did, because you were still in the same position when I looked back, stubborn you. Now I will be sending you a bill for the damages: new tire ($100), new wheel ($70), and heartache ($54378295634782657346925432). Thank you for your business, but due to certain events, I hope that we never meet again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/8935228507714568338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-wood-plank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8935228507714568338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8935228507714568338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-wood-plank.html' title='Dear wood plank.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-4356906378025275640</id><published>2011-06-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:46:33.716-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat dog"/><title type='text'>I think cats</title><content type='html'>are using my doormat as a litter box. There&#39;s no dookie or any of the sort, but it always smells right outside the entrance to my house. Also, there&#39;s always cats around; always. Why is it that felines are able to live on their own (almost) as a wild cat, and dogs are just helpless and get hit by cars and stupid stuff? Maybe it really is like men and women. Almost.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/4356906378025275640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/4356906378025275640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/4356906378025275640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-cats.html' title='I think cats'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-1314817218972319087</id><published>2011-05-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:50:05.787-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monster"/><title type='text'>Dream baby!</title><content type='html'>I was chillin&#39; in my backyard, and these red/yellow balloon type things started to crawl over the crest of my trees, which was freaking scary as hell because I thought it was an invasion of some sort (like a smaller version of a Japanese Balloon Bomb); there must&#39;ve been about 100 of them, about 4 feet in diameter. I ran back inside the house to grab my camera, and when I came back outside, the balloons were gone, but there were yellow creatures, about 6 feet tall, that look like this bamf:&lt;br /&gt;
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there must&#39;ve been 30 of them, just lumbering around. When I called out to my dog to get inside the house, they turned their attention to me; I was freaking out. My dog approached one of these creatures, and was getting real close, and the monster was attempting to bite and eat my dog. I blocked the thing, grabbed my dog, but my hand was bitten by the monster. I went back inside the house, then woke up; there were bite marks on my mouth, as if I was biting real hard down on my lips.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/1314817218972319087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby_26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/1314817218972319087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/1314817218972319087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby_26.html' title='Dream baby!'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgXhk3Hkwx_8KbqUhUGrZs2RKG_jjp5K6olDtgUiAydO8slH2Bi0R9dUabqzSiSg_7SJtU4Npca1TVTDaWP4U65vD52Gl7RJXfnW-MDJNxYqb-drIie0BWciKe3WeGnh3fwai7y_62UQ/s72-c/creature-from-the-black-lagoon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-7526439201946069586</id><published>2011-05-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:25:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture? Only in Bioshock today, folks.</title><content type='html'>Harold Camping. What a&amp;nbsp;loony. No one knows the date of rapture, and this guy has the chongas to predict it. He predicted that the world would end in 1994; did it? Unless I&#39;m blogging into oblivion, I don&#39;t think it did. But it would be entertaining to know what you guys would do if you knew the rapture&#39;s date.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/7526439201946069586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-only-in-bioshock-today-folks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/7526439201946069586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/7526439201946069586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-only-in-bioshock-today-folks.html' title='Rapture? Only in Bioshock today, folks.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-5576541739275028961</id><published>2011-05-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:58:07.430-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><title type='text'>Death and its doings.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about death and people dying; it&#39;s not something that I look forward to, but I know is inevitable. I don&#39;t want to be around the thought of it, but I can&#39;t help but entertain what would happen if _______. It&#39;s silly to think about things like that, especially at a young age, but you really don&#39;t know how to prepare for what is to come.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/5576541739275028961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/death-and-its-doings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/5576541739275028961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/5576541739275028961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/death-and-its-doings.html' title='Death and its doings.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-3114016282334948042</id><published>2011-05-17T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:07:58.239-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird"/><title type='text'>Dream baby!</title><content type='html'>I was purchasing a falcon and some of the things necessary to keep and maintain &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;it. The home cage was $800, the carry cage was $300, and some of the other things were too fuzzy to remember correctly; but the weird thing is that the shop was in my sister&#39;s room. Maybe I was having this dream because my neighbor&#39;s bird is a very loud white cockatoo, and I don&#39;t think he knows how to properly maintain and keep the bird happy, because it&#39;s always cawwing and squeeking and going bonkers from sunrise till sunset. Isn&#39;t that just great?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/3114016282334948042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby_17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3114016282334948042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3114016282334948042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby_17.html' title='Dream baby!'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-3952124671872086608</id><published>2011-05-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:35:46.699-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gum"/><title type='text'>Seriously though,</title><content type='html'>who sticks gum under the table?! I thought that ended in high school, but apparently it doesn&#39;t. And now I have leftover gum on my shirt; thanks chump. Sometimes, I don&#39;t understand people; who has the indecency to not get up to throw away their trash? Oh, ehehe. Funny story, but more on that later.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/3952124671872086608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/seriously-though.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3952124671872086608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/3952124671872086608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/seriously-though.html' title='Seriously though,'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-1085102712813731904</id><published>2011-05-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:46:03.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream baby!</title><content type='html'>I just had like 5 back to back dreams, all within ten minutes. Any of you ever had that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, woke up early.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/1085102712813731904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/1085102712813731904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/1085102712813731904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-baby.html' title='Dream baby!'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-1514224848921220315</id><published>2011-05-11T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:05:20.310-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PSN"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sony"/><title type='text'>So Sony...</title><content type='html'>When will the PlayStation Network be back up? There was an update on their blog, saying that it will hopefully be up and running, although not FULLY functional (I&#39;m talking 100%), within the next couple of days. Let&#39;s just hope so.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bummer.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/6223742635247495643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dang-you-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/6223742635247495643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/6223742635247495643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dang-you-milk.html' title='Dang you, milk.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-4684983948416209241</id><published>2011-05-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:35:14.980-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galapagos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rash"/><title type='text'>Nasty rash.</title><content type='html'>I recently developed, secretly, a rash on my armpit; it hurts a lot. Maybe it was me picking at something there, then applying&amp;nbsp;deodorant&amp;nbsp;afterwards, maybe it was the butterfly who landed on a turtle in the Galapagos; who will ever know?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/4684983948416209241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/nasty-rash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/4684983948416209241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/4684983948416209241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/nasty-rash.html' title='Nasty rash.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288847984170357287.post-8139951244792407910</id><published>2011-05-09T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:40:07.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First the worst.</title><content type='html'>Remember that saying? &quot;First the worst!&quot; Or &quot;Second the best!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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How childish, as we all know that first is not the worst, unless you&#39;re the first to receive a vaccine or treatment; who knows what could happen? Well, actually, maybe second IS the best.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/feeds/8139951244792407910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8139951244792407910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7288847984170357287/posts/default/8139951244792407910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingsayss.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-worst.html' title='First the worst.'/><author><name>somethingsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314867028631757179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0FchAn6QpYcvmFK5-Y2C241R7m2rtxowjQEpwUBl4AbfFhQ1-pMzMHLGtbLcZkIALxodFmp7jBMksvAcf5wXDumRWETYbeGr4KrtZ81RVK0bNUE1H7a_z2fAFTK_AA/s220/clifff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>