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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQHYycCp7ImA9WhRWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556</id><updated>2011-12-29T21:23:11.898-05:00</updated><category term="a fucking earthquake" /><category term="animals" /><category term="pagan" /><category term="charity" /><category term="hurricane" /><category term="food" /><category term="movies" /><category term="interwebs" /><category term="background" /><category term="music" /><category term="social" /><category term="art" /><category term="regretsy" /><category term="wtf" /><category term="general" /><category term="health" /><category term="writing" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="crafts" /><title>Strange Things for Weird People</title><subtitle type="html">Pagan painter burner-chick discusses things which may or may not be awesome.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/EHcj" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ehcj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4AQnk7fyp7ImA9WhRQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-1206622203605833137</id><published>2011-12-11T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:42:23.707-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T08:42:23.707-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>This is why I love the internet.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/1206622203605833137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-why-i-love-internet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/1206622203605833137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/1206622203605833137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/l-RQ3eqL6ac/this-is-why-i-love-internet.html" title="This is why I love the internet." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COs-EXH2VaE/TuDIoCvQIGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MNUSsnp_nBM/s72-c/analytics.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I write my blog for fun. I have ads on it, but ultimately they don't pay  for anything. They're just there because I like seeing the deranged  crap Google thinks is related to the kind of topics I write about.

Anyway,  out of curiosity, I set up a Google Analytics report for my blog. I  forgot to check it for awhile, then went back to see what goin' on all  up ins.

As it turns out, this. This 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FscAzpcQsBv4RtSjTyjX33Fty-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FscAzpcQsBv4RtSjTyjX33Fty-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/l-RQ3eqL6ac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-why-i-love-internet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQX8-cCp7ImA9WhRQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-6641475915073739367</id><published>2011-12-10T16:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:39:30.158-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T16:39:30.158-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>If were to Occupy anything, it would be over this.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/6641475915073739367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-were-to-occupy-anything-it-would-be.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6641475915073739367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6641475915073739367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/BFypfffsgyo/if-were-to-occupy-anything-it-would-be.html" title="If were to Occupy anything, it would be over this." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">For those of you who haven't experienced the unending cavalcade of joy that is my Twitter feed, this has been today.

Companies: It is not good  when I'm writing about you, I go to your website for info, and then  STILL have to google "What is this" afterward
I know you all offer  innovative cloud based networking and marketing solutions, but I need to  know what that means in people language.

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gbqb1-nAi28aIe02RXTRxy0_vQI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gbqb1-nAi28aIe02RXTRxy0_vQI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/BFypfffsgyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-were-to-occupy-anything-it-would-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQHY-eyp7ImA9WhRQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-2568865411245868822</id><published>2011-12-08T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:04:41.853-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T09:04:41.853-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>YES. THIS.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/2568865411245868822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-this.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/2568865411245868822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/2568865411245868822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/XGe-3OV-KTs/yes-this.html" title="YES. THIS." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">All of the time.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X5B0QqqN3hbAjNS4atb0bxtl2pA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X5B0QqqN3hbAjNS4atb0bxtl2pA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/XGe-3OV-KTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRn05eCp7ImA9WhRQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-3502982633969024815</id><published>2011-12-06T22:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:51:07.320-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T22:51:07.320-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="charity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regretsy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>How is PayPal like Ticketmaster?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/3502982633969024815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-is-paypal-like-ticketmaster.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/3502982633969024815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/3502982633969024815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/ZYRCER97GAU/how-is-paypal-like-ticketmaster.html" title="How is PayPal like Ticketmaster?" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Answer: They both suck, but customers don't have a viable option.

Sure, Dwolla and WePay are out there for disillusioned PayPal users, as is Google Checkout. The trouble is, large websites like Etsy don't use them. The freelancing sites I've used don't use them. As far as they're concerned, PayPal's the only game in town.

Chances are, you've heard about how PayPal is okay with you using their 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YfMr6-BxRg8NFkLnDtjkbCjrs5s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YfMr6-BxRg8NFkLnDtjkbCjrs5s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/ZYRCER97GAU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-is-paypal-like-ticketmaster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMSHk7eyp7ImA9WhRSF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-3623106634260844579</id><published>2011-11-19T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:19:49.703-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T18:19:49.703-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Artsy Shindig</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/3623106634260844579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/artsy-shindig.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/3623106634260844579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/3623106634260844579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/9NxmItOSs3k/artsy-shindig.html" title="Artsy Shindig" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So, I'd heard  of Polyvore, but never really gave it much thought before today... As  it turns out, it's fantastic amounts of fun to play around on! I made a  mock-up of an outfit I'm planning to wear to a party later this season. Granted, everything I put together on Polyvore is outlandishly expensive, but still...

 
Artsy Shindig by jeccavee featuring one sleeve shirtsHalston Heritage one 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Szk9I_A8klD1FE7Tu3OYwqAuMtA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Szk9I_A8klD1FE7Tu3OYwqAuMtA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/9NxmItOSs3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/artsy-shindig.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFRXw9eCp7ImA9WhRSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-5851427760218630933</id><published>2011-11-16T09:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:21:54.260-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T21:21:54.260-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>Baby, Don't Be Like That.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/5851427760218630933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-dont-be-like-that.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/5851427760218630933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/5851427760218630933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/ZnzNYmF9uRI/baby-dont-be-like-that.html" title="Baby, Don't Be Like That." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6tfedm_kCI/TsRoeiL9A0I/AAAAAAAAATg/m13rkPU8S1Q/s72-c/mcwtf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, so, I know that many of the ads I see around the web are dictated by the kind of sites I visit (trust me, there could be no other way that I'd be subjected to some of the advertisements I am if I hadn't had to research them for freelancing work). I've kind of become okay with this, even though all of these ads are for boring crap like backlinking services and SEO experts. Using the internet
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCIUQih10kiBLmlISqeHtLMjTJ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCIUQih10kiBLmlISqeHtLMjTJ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/ZnzNYmF9uRI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-dont-be-like-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQX4-cCp7ImA9WhRSE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-9060942047539572347</id><published>2011-11-15T04:58:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:47:20.058-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T05:47:20.058-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Media Bias: So What?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/9060942047539572347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/media-bias-so-what.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/9060942047539572347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/9060942047539572347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/0cEGMMpRE5o/media-bias-so-what.html" title="Media Bias: So What?" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"Media bias" is a really popular buzzword that you'll hear flung around any debate, social networking site, or forum that even thinks about mentioning something that may, once, have thought of possibly having to do with something political. 


Essentially, media bias refers to the idea that the mainstream media has a political leaning. It's the idea that reporters and news broadcasts may express 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6z5Utx74IqoPmJH6X6arGHdaFts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6z5Utx74IqoPmJH6X6arGHdaFts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/0cEGMMpRE5o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/media-bias-so-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCQ345cCp7ImA9WhRSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-1202059336384197937</id><published>2011-11-12T00:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:37:42.028-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T02:37:42.028-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>Hollywood, you're killin' me here.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/1202059336384197937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/hollywood-youre-killin-me-here.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/1202059336384197937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/1202059336384197937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/zQlb8255lQY/hollywood-youre-killin-me-here.html" title="Hollywood, you're killin' me here." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have come to terms with the fact that "gritty reboot" is pretty much all that Hollywood is really capable of interested in pumping out lately. I hope it's my imagination, but it seems like a steadily increasing number of movies aren't actually original stories, just a different (darker, edgier) take on existing ones.


Take the new version of The Three Musketeers, for one. Now... I'm not 
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I've had a lot of trouble finding good moisturizer- they're always either sticky, greasy, or have some ingredient that makes me break out (fruit acids and fragrances are terrible at this). I have sensitive, allergic, combination skin, so I have to be insanely picky about the products I use. I'm generally limited to 
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See, stairs and I have never really been friends. Ever since a car accident when I was fifteen (as well as physical therapy, surgery, more physical therapy...) I've always kind of had a tricky time with stairs. That said, I still didn't expect to go sliding down the steps to my bedroom on my right buttcheek, landing on 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmnxkt1BAlaKrC0ESPlYdCJMyWs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmnxkt1BAlaKrC0ESPlYdCJMyWs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/m8s07OHIQNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-have-i-been.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICRH8yeCp7ImA9WhRTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-8728189153181746388</id><published>2011-11-02T13:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:56:05.190-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T13:56:05.190-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>Family Law Judge William Adams Beat His Disabled Daughter.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/8728189153181746388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-law-judge-william-adams-beat-his.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/8728189153181746388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/8728189153181746388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/c67Rua3Q9A4/family-law-judge-william-adams-beat-his.html" title="Family Law Judge William Adams Beat His Disabled Daughter." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">In this video, allegedly taped by Adams' daughter when she was sixteen years old, Judge Adams beats her with a belt for downloading music that was otherwise unavailable in the United States... for seven minutes straight. What is perhaps more disturbing are the judge's frequent demands that she bend over and submit, and her mother's insistence that she "take it like a woman." Sorry, lady- women 
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Oddly enough, it seems that this interview has come under some fire, both for lobbing softball questions to Wagner that make him sound less insane, and for posting excerpts from the interview that make him sound completely rockfuck nuts. In NPR's defense, I have to say... There's only so many questions 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cdQqgEUS9Fo17fVaEJrOJIqHbig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cdQqgEUS9Fo17fVaEJrOJIqHbig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/xyicTm7M0zU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/10/leading-figure-in-new-apostolic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNRnY-cSp7ImA9WhdVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-2941466808509065008</id><published>2011-09-24T01:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:21:37.859-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-24T02:21:37.859-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Monsanto Wins Lawsuit Against Farmer.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/2941466808509065008/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/09/monsanto-wins-lawsuit-against-farmer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/2941466808509065008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/2941466808509065008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/GsdA-qQbPQU/monsanto-wins-lawsuit-against-farmer.html" title="Monsanto Wins Lawsuit Against Farmer." /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Full story here.
Short version? A farmer purchased a bag of "commodity seeds," which are generally of mixed origin. Some of those happened to be from one of Monsanto's most famous affronts to biology, the "RoundUp Ready" line. The farmer planted the seeds, grew the crops, realized some were more herbicide-resistant than others, and saved some of those seeds for further planting.
Because that's 
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That said, one thing I do find absolutely fascinating about our not-too-distant past is our short-lived love affair with radioactivity. I don't mean atomic power, either- I mean shit that will give
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In a speech worthy of an egomaniacal Final Fantasy end-boss, the DC40 attempts to "school" Pagans that view their actions as (at best) discriminatory and hate-fueled, and (at worst) metaphysical warfare.To anyone who's taken the time to learn about this kind of thing, it's obvious that what they're doing is 
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Me too. I remember them well... Ambu-Man and Rescue Annie.
Come to find out, the face of Rescue Annie was based off of the face of this lovely and mysterious young woman. She was, appropriately enough for a resuscitation dummy, pulled out of the Seine in the 1800s. Apparently a suicide, nobody is entirely sure who she was, or what her story may have been.


She 
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This is Murphy.


Of course, he responds to Smurph, Murphus, Puppy, Monster, and a host of other names that have nothing to do with his.He's about six and a half now, as far as I can tell. He was adopted from Faithful Friends animal rescue, after a lengthy application process, a couple of home visits, and a trial adoption period (seriously, 
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I found out I had asthma about a year ago. In truth, I probably have had it to some degree since I was a teenager, but it's only recently that it's gotten bad enough to require things like ER trips, steroids, and the like. Because I like to be as well-informed as possible about my health, I've spent a veritable crap ton of time learning everything I can about 
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I'm going to sit here and breathe deeply while you read that.
Done? Okay. To recap, it's about geocentrism. You know, like this:




Now, I know it's to be expected that there will be some crackpot zealots out there. I know this. I live in America, where we 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/msDUX6L8L3bQDJSzHK1sPtjNzHU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/msDUX6L8L3bQDJSzHK1sPtjNzHU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/pJ5ajUbqaU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-and-theres-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGRXw-fCp7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-6426437123643046293</id><published>2011-08-31T05:19:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:00:24.254-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-08T20:00:24.254-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>Come now, JC Penney... What fresh hell is this?!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/6426437123643046293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/come-now-jc-penney-what-fresh-hell-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6426437123643046293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6426437123643046293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/AhDp2vxLjeE/come-now-jc-penney-what-fresh-hell-is.html" title="Come now, JC Penney... What fresh hell is this?!" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Update: JC Penney has pulled the shirt in question, in a rather surprisingly quick response to this PR nightmare. In a stunning case of Missing the Freaking Point, however, shirts like this are still available. 

I found this via @scratchbomb on Twitter, and it took me awhile to figure out whether or not this girl's tee shirt was a joke... I kind of thought it was, if only because I couldn't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMNEq7-9phGiEnuC9ZlgzVQF_WE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iMNEq7-9phGiEnuC9ZlgzVQF_WE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/AhDp2vxLjeE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/come-now-jc-penney-what-fresh-hell-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQng7fyp7ImA9WhdXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-6425837306094890372</id><published>2011-08-29T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:26:43.607-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T18:26:43.607-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interwebs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf" /><title>Movie Night!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/6425837306094890372/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/movie-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6425837306094890372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6425837306094890372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/DDzc9hvCea4/movie-night.html" title="Movie Night!" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So, I tried to find Ako Pepeye, which is a gloriously entertaining Yoruban movie that a friend of mine showed me awhile ago. Alas, it was not to be, since the Youtuber who put it up had their account terminated.
But that's okay! I still have another delightful bit of fuckery to watch instead.
I give you... Marquis. 


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I was boiling some water for some peppermint tea, and I decided to step out and take a quick look out back at what Hurricane Irene decided to leave me...

 


Yeah, that was about it.



Oh, and that.

Which was really good, considering...


All of those. There are a lot of them all around my yard, and they are very, very tall.



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I know it's funny to the West coasters to see everyone on the East coast flip their shit over a relatively minor quake, but there are a couple of things that need to be kept in mind when you consider the East coast's reaction-
That area is known for having quakes that are, at most, a 4.5 on the Richter scale. A lot of construction (read: sewage treatment plants, power plants, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pCQuuj2GGBKHjlAtWdqXbUXsdhQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pCQuuj2GGBKHjlAtWdqXbUXsdhQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~4/bcEMqSDi4QI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/disaster-preparedness-la-strange-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMRHY-fyp7ImA9WhdXFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885388586205177556.post-6787069766106393995</id><published>2011-08-23T14:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:36:25.857-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T13:36:25.857-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a fucking earthquake" /><title>... you guys feel that?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/feeds/6787069766106393995/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vespertinestars.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-guys-feel-that.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6787069766106393995?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885388586205177556/posts/default/6787069766106393995?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EHcj/~3/YfGt7qyJt84/you-guys-feel-that.html" title="... you guys feel that?" /><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336961469035566140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McPMnAgnGhk/S7C8bszMeqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/S3H5Wr0qcY8/S220/pier2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Some tectonic buggery going on in the east coast today.
I was coloring, figured my coloring was shaking the bed, stopped coloring, and was surprised when everything else didn't stop shaking, too.
From what I've been told so far, people are feeling it as far north as Boston, as far south as DC, and as far west as Ohio. Supposedly the epicenter is in Virginia.
Crazy, huh?
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