<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 16:50:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Tickles My Fancy</title><description>Witt, sarcasm, satire, pun - the highest forms of humor, dark humor, requiring intellect to appreciate. Command of language, weaving words to paint concepts - a respectable art. Intellect, reflection, deduction - a working mind. Cynicism, skepticism, coldness - rumors of a tortured soul. I'm far from this. And I'm not known to express myself. But I will have a go at it, by God I will have a go at it.</description><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-4126512838078190721</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T19:50:25.892+03:00</atom:updated><title>Sankara</title><atom:summary>I've always heard about the hotel but never really bothered to go there. I don't think I have enough investment class assets to justify the opulence suggested by frequenting Sankara and it's contemporaries. That would be irresponsible and a breach of my fiduciary duty to my future self. But I've heard of it. So when a client called me yesterday asking me to attend a high profile meeting with his </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/sankara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-4255131220653993094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 09:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T13:33:55.038+03:00</atom:updated><title>Classes of men - the lost coin</title><atom:summary>Definitely not an exhaustive list:


Daffodils - they are resplendent in gayness. a severe lack of masculinity, love for colour, sense of fashion, and no concerns with negative public perception of their lifestyle. They are bold. They have self esteem and are frequently choosy but they easily fall prey to basic psychological tactics. They are also emotional. Being gay is a lifestyle. The pictures</atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/classes-of-men-lost-coin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-2137073283104990504</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 06:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T09:58:47.815+03:00</atom:updated><title>Of a blogger's block and his random musings</title><atom:summary>So far I have lived up to the promise of doing only grammar and spell check edits to my blogs. I'm giving it to you raw and unprocessed, no pun intended.

Speaking of pun, I realized yesterday that my mouth is the single most culpable organ when it comes to the reputation I am trying to get away from. I tend to find puns (mostly sexual) in anything that a particular group of friends say. Its </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-bloggers-block-and-his-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-148449169799572265</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-16T09:34:05.869+03:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday after Friday the 13th</title><atom:summary>I begun my Monday on the road. At 12 midnight I was driving back home. I had a busy Sunday. I visited a police station. I left home with the intention of watching a movie in theatre alone. I trusted someone who later turned out not to be worth the trust. I woke up at 7:30am Monday morning.


I have become a mutant version of my former self.


It was an interesting weekend. Saturday was ecstatic, </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-after-friday-13th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-7729215138353807136</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2011 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T09:56:47.662+03:00</atom:updated><title>Tax</title><atom:summary>I hate tax. I don’t think there’s anyone who loves tax. Generally people don’t like something that reduces their expenses without their explicit control. That’s what tax does……and marriage. Given the ubiquity of this emotion, I will not dwell on it. however, there’s a side dish to the vice. Annual Tax Returns. You know why I hate these in particular? For one, I can’t see what they tax so I cant </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/tax.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-8181517362493467074</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-13T23:26:10.730+03:00</atom:updated><title>Of madness and Bond</title><atom:summary>I had an infuriating conversation.......with myself. I do that once in a while. I mentally project the subject with whom I'm to have a conversation with and talk my heart out. Today it was a friend who had betrayed me by believing a rumor and spreading it without getting me into the loop. I gave him a piece of my mind and concluded by stating that friendship is a fact, not a label.

To more </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-madness-and-bond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-3819891205913853677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-13T23:26:10.882+03:00</atom:updated><title>Chemistry: The Table of Elements</title><atom:summary>Some once told me that its wrong to categorize friends. I won't. But I'll categorize the various people I meet and the common traits in how they react. The reactions are varied but common:
Those ones who like me moderately but are clear that they will not do anything outside of a relationship. I respect that, and I respectfully decline their advances. That is, unless they belong to that very rare</atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/chemistry-table-of-elements.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-7617601246276819713</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2011 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T20:55:37.691+03:00</atom:updated><title>69</title><atom:summary>Dear 6,

Please stop spreading rumors about me eating 9. I hear you and 9 get up to some really weird shit.

Sincerely, 7.

Wow, is that a coincidence or what. The old stupid joke that 6 fears 7 because 7 ate(8-for the fairly slow ones) 9 has been taken to a new level. And what a coincidence that the 69 sex position fits (pun right there) perfectly into the whole mix.

I know, I know. I'm taking </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/69.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-8924144584672614127</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2011 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.348+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Email Blogging</title><atom:summary>I might be resort to this to avoid having to show up on the site all the time now that I’ve made it all colourful and gay. So let me see how this works out.


I have a moderate appreciation of art. Especially digital pictures that voilate the senses. Like the burning bush the guitar is not consumed by the fire that so apparently engulfs it. Thrilling. For someone with an expansive imagination, </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/email-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyfk5WmCSY0/TcpN4FXbE-I/AAAAAAAAADo/xYFGKTYiq9w/s72-c/nokia-5800-xpressmusic-wallpapers-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-5797959270863216413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:24.204+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Freedom from reputation</title><atom:summary>Writing when angry brings out the best in me, I think. 

I've just realized something. The last few months I've been groping in the dark not knowing what I've been looking for. I've been busy working hard to accomplish a goal I didn't fully appreciate. All I knew is when I'd fail to accomplish it. The feeling is bad. Must be what retards feel. There it is, there it is, there it is, oops, it's </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom-from-reputation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-6865312546525764748</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.348+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Hard and sweaty business</title><atom:summary>Yesterday evening I was chatting with a friend of mine and voila, I randomly engaged in that very interesting physical activity which it tiring and sweaty but leaves you feeling so darn satisfied. Yes, I went to the gym.
Now, I’m not overly fat although I have to admit I’m less than fit by more than a few points. Nevertheless, I don’t have this pressing need to lose weight. You’re right, what </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/hard-and-sweaty-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-3511889334730260810</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.349+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>The Philosophy of a Weekend</title><atom:summary>For the first time since I started blogging again, I took a few days off. Inadvertently. The weekend just caught up with me like one of those cyclic redundancy errors of the diskette era.
I always wonder if there is some underlying psychology behind what makes my weekends. Well, technically, of course there is. But can I ever know it. Should I make a case study of one?
In some ways this weekend </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/philosophy-of-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-6948829955118867350</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.349+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Lets talk about sex</title><atom:summary>Ok, not really, but I got your attention, didn’t I? And a perfect excuse to upload a pic.

Now that I have your attention, the saying is that success is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration but I think I differ on the percentages. My reason is simply. Success does seem to have a correlation with hard work but does not clearly guarantee results, and neither can it boast to be an essential </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-talk-about-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-8TMqkMr4E/TcJiPvKt2OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LKyQTSxhHSs/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-4512098510403232532</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.349+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Tactful humility</title><atom:summary>So am in this meeting, right? We've arrived late and the client starts going on and on about how we and the other advisor in the room are not taking it seriously. As in he's getting really worked up.

Ok? And here are the two reactions I observed from the two culprits. The other advisor gives excuses and takes this hard stand saying he's not at fault. Come to think of it, this is how kids do it </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/tactful-humility.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-7925984431654130539</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.350+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Immortality</title><atom:summary>I’m currently reading Ramses the Great by Anne Rice. She’s a favourite author, in the top ranks with Colleen McCullough, she of the “First Man in Rome” fame. In this novel she deviates from her vampire/witches chronicles but predictably, the concept of the immortal still permeates this book.
The book centers around Ramses, once and always famed mighty pharaoh of Egypt, who gained the secret of </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/immortality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-4828209776460599031</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.351+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Conspiracy</title><atom:summary>Lordy. Today I was crippled for two hours. 

First, I'm running low on fuel, two traffic builds up as people rush to fuel stations. It takes me a blistering hour to cover a journey that takes ten to fifteen minutes. Then I can't fuel coz.....well, that's where all the traffic is headed. Then I get home and no lights, and I'm out of credit. 

Then the ATM decides I should save and not spend by </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/conspiracy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-5475516442497290690</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.352+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Blogs?</title><atom:summary>Wikipedia says a blog (a blend of the term web log) is a type of website or part of a website. Blogs are usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video.

Blogger.com says A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/wikipedia-says-blog-term-web-log-type.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-7936717693510255747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.352+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Familiarity breeds contempt</title><atom:summary>How true.


Yes, that's the totality of this post. The saying, and a confirmation of my belief in its truth.


Random thought? Not so random today. People need to stop having serious expectations.</atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/familiarity-breeds-contempt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-2342876018742169840</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.353+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Random musings</title><atom:summary>Today I'm feeling melancholic. Why? Maybe it's abba, Michael Jackson and Elton John's fault.


Humans are by nature social beings. We can't stand being alone. And it's a tall order at times since we can be alone even in a crowd. The desire to associate, and be associated with is not quenched my mere physical proximity. I used to be better at this. I used to watch movies all alone and get lost in </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-im-feeling-melancholic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-2256242260488472784</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.354+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Judges without verdict</title><atom:summary>One day I'll write a post without the words 'I' or 'me'. But not today. Me I'll write about something else. 


Having said that, bad english grates me. Especially when it flaws good looks. If you look like rail track kill then I won't notice those errors. Flogging a dead horse? Ok, that's cruel. But seriously, it's a multistage process. First, looks. Then, posture, dressing and mannerisms </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-day-ill-write-post-without-words-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-5890933979664708424</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.354+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Online diaries cum blogs</title><atom:summary>Thanks to my browser randomly crashing, I've lost a three paragraph post. Let me see if I can remember what I was on about.


First, something about not making this an online diary followed by a recap of the things I did yesterday and an oops about having just made this into a diary of a not so interesting personality. I mean, so I had a great wine evening, so some young but legal ones came to </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/05/online-diaries-cum-blogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-3190988463967862816</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.356+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>5 months later</title><atom:summary>So much for regular blog posts. Told you I have a problem expressing myself.

Why am I here? Because one Silas asked me to join the world of bloggers and I got incensed by the fact that all my friends blogs consist of emotional vents against the perceived unfairness of life, and similar tantrums.

PS, I use commas a lot. Frequently erroneously, I'm sure. Bite me.

So here I am, venting against </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-months-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-4937185953045408096</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.356+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><title>Thanksgiving</title><atom:summary>So apparently today is Thanksgiving. What do I have to be thankful for? Many things. For one, health, life, presence of mind, family, friends, support systems, and some sense of direction in life i.e, the things that sustain. More on this.</atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-8059714260278837050</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:21.831+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>misunderstood</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ranting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>reserved</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insecurities</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mind</category><title>I have a lot of emotional road blocks</title><atom:summary>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;           &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-lot-of-emotional-road-blocks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686348549140058139.post-6853695802373892086</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-11T14:44:29.357+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>emotion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>convention</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>psychology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>society</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>expression</category><title>First Post</title><atom:summary>This is new to me. I'm known not to express myself. I am known to calculate my responses to social interactions. Perhaps thats why I am known as cold. But I think my friends suspect otherwise. Let me start of by stating this - I am strange. I really dont know anyone else like me. I dont know anyone else the way I do me. Sure I play to typical psychological convention, but I like to think I don't </atom:summary><link>http://artcdroid.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Art-Droid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>