<?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-21569345</id><updated>2026-07-24T00:57:05.936-05:00</updated><category term="google"/><category term="G1"/><category term="android"/><category term="apple"/><category term="bing"/><category term="blog"/><category term="complain"/><category term="money"/><category term="science"/><category term="search"/><category term="twitter"/><title type='text'>Blog.Daropedia.info</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal Blog, where I post about things that interest me.   If you don&#39;t like it. Oh well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-5646318232453586124</id><published>2011-09-11T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:38:16.908-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science"/><title type='text'>Problem with time travel</title><content type='html'>The with time travel occurs to me, How do you know when you get there?&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically a time machine would need some innate way of sensing when it is. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Normally we tell time using clocks, but &amp;nbsp;a clock only tells you how much time you&#39;ve moved through since the last known point.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s rather like sailing on the ocean before the days of GPS. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You would leave port, and measure the speed at which you traveled, and a chart would tell you where you should be based on traveling at that speed. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Without a landmark you never have a way of knowing where you are. &amp;nbsp;If you were wrong about your speed then you could be hundreds of miles off course.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/images/delorean.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/images/delorean.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time doesn&#39;t offer us any known landmarks. &amp;nbsp; So it seems Dr. Brown&#39;s greater&amp;nbsp;achievement&amp;nbsp;than the flux capasitor was some discovery that allowed the DeLorean to know when it had to stop.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/5646318232453586124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/5646318232453586124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/5646318232453586124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2011/09/problem-with-time-travel.html' title='Problem with time travel'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-1840105240616442881</id><published>2011-09-09T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:48:44.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And here I thought nature was supposed to be relaxing</title><content type='html'>I sit here staring at this computer screen listening to the birds outside my window.   They sound as though they are screaming at each other.

I can tell they are fighting, fighting over food, over territory, over mates.     

I watched a hummingbird try to scare away a much larger oriole from the feeder.  

So much for the relaxing sounds of nature.


</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/1840105240616442881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1840105240616442881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1840105240616442881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2011/09/and-here-i-thought-nature-was-supposed.html' title='And here I thought nature was supposed to be relaxing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-1380833792148424237</id><published>2009-09-28T17:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:43:55.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Products Keys suck</title><content type='html'>Trying to keep good care of these little stickers is hard... &lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s all I have to say</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/1380833792148424237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1380833792148424237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1380833792148424237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/09/products-keys-suck.html' title='Products Keys suck'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-4021422482256587335</id><published>2009-09-23T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:25:29.224-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="android"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="G1"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google"/><title type='text'>Androids are sexy</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today about my cell phone,   It&#39;s a T-mobile G1, I love it.  would I like it to be faster? yes.   But otherwise I can&#39;t complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just strikes me that so far in the year I&#39;ve had this phone Apple has released 2 Iphones and expected their customer&#39;s to buy these new phones to get new features, where the same features were added to my phone, either by my hacking or free over the air.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, Camcorder.   I phone didn&#39;t have a camcorder, and neither did the G1, an update come down over the air adding camcorder function to my G1.   Apple announced that it&#39;s customers could buy a new Iphone that had a camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I ask is apple still winning?  I don&#39;t get it.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/4021422482256587335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/4021422482256587335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/4021422482256587335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/09/androids-are-sexy.html' title='Androids are sexy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-2080243758138896680</id><published>2009-08-04T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:08:37.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a new shower</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s what I want, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1suTyL2PWwI#t=0m28s&quot;&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/2080243758138896680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2080243758138896680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2080243758138896680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/08/i-want-new-shower.html' title='I want a new shower'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-7842872080810076931</id><published>2009-07-12T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:00:37.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren&#39;t your dreams supposed to be about you?</title><content type='html'>Anyways so I have this dream, and it was weird in that I was not in it.  I didn&#39;t even recognize anyone that was in this one,    It was like I was watching the dream on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s these 2 women, in their 20&#39;s or so, a blonde and a brunette and it&#39;s implied that they are in a relationship together, yet they still wind up laying together on a bed with a man, in a hotel room drinking and talking.   The blonde winds up falling asleep, and the brunette and the guy somehow make their way to taking a shower together, and there they have sex.    Like in most dreams we come to one of those vague periods, but I think the guy said they would have to tell the blonde what happened, they argue, they fight and she grabs something hitting him over the head and he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cut to morning, the blonde is waking up, and she feels around for the brunette and is shocked to not find her, she spots the guy sitting in a chair and a trail of blood, she screams at the guy &quot;what did you do to her&quot; and throws the phone at him, it cracks his skull.   Just then the brunette comes out of the bathroom, and the blonde tearfully admits to her that she killed him, and the brunette has to tell her that &quot;No, I did&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, twisted twisted.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/7842872080810076931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7842872080810076931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7842872080810076931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/07/arent-your-dreams-supposed-to-be-about.html' title='Aren&#39;t your dreams supposed to be about you?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-7898603523391386584</id><published>2009-06-13T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:31:13.946-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="search"/><title type='text'>Redirecting money</title><content type='html'>Search is all paid for by ads, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search is big business, getting to be the most used search engine allows one to get the most ad dollars, so does that mean it&#39;s advantageous to pay for an ad on a search engine directing others to your search engine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve got my agenda I won&#39;t lie. So I have decided to help my agenda out, I will frequently go to Google, and type in Bing. click the paid link to take me to bing there I will search for Google and take myself home.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of Microsoft paying Google to try to promote their google killer.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/7898603523391386584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7898603523391386584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7898603523391386584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/06/redirecting-money.html' title='Redirecting money'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-1491276475536182012</id><published>2009-06-12T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:45:03.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>I blew a hole in my shoes yesterday, ok, well actually my shoes were going out for a long time, they really needed to be replaced, but it took till last night to replace them.  So last night, I bought some new shoes, more or less just for an excuse to be anywhere but home.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t like my house, I love my house, but ever since my car broke down I feel so very trapped there.  It&#39;s not good to be in one place all the time, and since the gf was out of town it felt like my only opertuinity to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&#39;t keep me there, or tell me I can&#39;t go or any controlling thing like that, it&#39;s my fault, I feel like if she&#39;s home I have this responcibility to be there or else I&#39;m not treating her right.   I&#39;m screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my rambling, now I&#39;m all paranoid about my shoes, ooo I got them wet, ooo I&#39;m bending them when I walk, ah! oo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I&#39;m getting more insane by the day.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/1491276475536182012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1491276475536182012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/1491276475536182012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/06/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-6390718300212759659</id><published>2009-06-09T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:25:09.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do people write about anyways?</title><content type='html'>You know, it&#39;s weird.   I&#39;ve always wanted to have a blog, but I don&#39;t write in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always feels to me like nothing is going on in my life, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother&#39;s wife is having a baby, right now, I mean she&#39;s delivering right now but that&#39;s like family stuff, that&#39;s not important enough for the web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that goes into why I don&#39;t understand twitter and everything about social networking.   I want to have a life important enough to talk about, but for some reason, no matter what is in my life I don&#39;t feel like it&#39;s important enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here&#39;s to Quinn, come on man, get out here and join us, it&#39;s fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/6390718300212759659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6390718300212759659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6390718300212759659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/06/what-do-people-write-about-anyways.html' title='What do people write about anyways?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-5089770317475574348</id><published>2009-05-31T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:44:58.927-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>So Anyways.</title><content type='html'>This age of the blog is over, it&#39;s obvious that now would be when I finally get interested in my blog.   &quot;Micro blogging&quot; has taken over, have you seen it?   Now Facebook looks like twitter, yahoo looks like twitter, Myspace looks like twitter.   I really just don&#39;t like twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a twitter, everyone does nowadays, but reading twitter is like listening to one half of a telephone conversation.  I see nothing but tweets like &quot;Yeah, they really suck since they cut him&quot;  or &quot;I&#39;m at the mall, I&#39;ll pick that up on my way home.&quot;   Maybe the answer is to subscribe to more people but that&#39;s not right to me.   I subscribed to the people I wanted to, I don&#39;t want to &quot;follow&quot; everyone they follow, it&#39;s enough like spam as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting to twitter seems like an exercise in vanity, 160 characters isn&#39;t enough to say anything meaningful and I suppose this is all drivel as well, but at least it&#39;s lengthy drivel</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/5089770317475574348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/5089770317475574348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/5089770317475574348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/05/so-anyways.html' title='So Anyways.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-8353323173591341044</id><published>2009-05-14T17:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:01:33.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://roflrazzi.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;mine_2796191&quot; style=&quot;word-spacing:2796191px;font-size:2796191px;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/12/6/128730795781302806.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;creepynezz  They haz it&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://roflrazzi.com&quot;&gt;Lol Celebs&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/8353323173591341044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/8353323173591341044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/8353323173591341044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2009/05/see-more-lol-celebs.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-7905323084579511567</id><published>2008-07-04T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:42:51.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar Jar, You&#39;re a genius</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I&#39;m just jumping into a tread, so what.   I think it&#39;s cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.darthsanddroids.net/episodes/0122.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don&#39;t read Darths and Droids what&#39;s wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who else could seriously say Jar Jar You&#39;re a genius, and mean it seriously.   Actually make people like jar jar.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/7905323084579511567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7905323084579511567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/7905323084579511567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2008/07/jar-jar-youre-genius.html' title='Jar Jar, You&#39;re a genius'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-2077852954282259433</id><published>2008-02-11T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:16:06.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m sick.</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m sick today.  I&#39;ve got some nasty flu, I&#39;m cold and hacking cough.   Just not pleasant.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/2077852954282259433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2077852954282259433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2077852954282259433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2008/02/im-sick.html' title='I&#39;m sick.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-2833717965603298238</id><published>2008-01-23T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:05:39.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody reads my blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jinx.com/men/shirts/geek/nobody_reads_my_blog.html?catid=3#bigdesign&quot;&gt;Nobody  Reads my Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and for good reason, there&#39;s nothing to read.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/2833717965603298238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2833717965603298238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/2833717965603298238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2008/01/nobody-reads-my-blog.html' title='Nobody reads my blog.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-6121058686788880231</id><published>2007-08-14T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:19:17.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush addresses the zombie threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IoXgRtDysLY&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IoXgRtDysLY&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/6121058686788880231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6121058686788880231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6121058686788880231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2007/08/bush-addresses-zombie-threat.html' title='Bush addresses the zombie threat'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-6097792787394889729</id><published>2007-06-28T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:01:58.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&#39;He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from opposition; for if he violates this duty he establishes a precedent that will reach himself.&#39; - Thomas Paine</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/6097792787394889729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6097792787394889729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/6097792787394889729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2007/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-4974814880308213586</id><published>2007-06-25T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:38:45.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domain name</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve moved my blog to my domain name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna get some templating going on to make the whole site look the same.  Get some images up on here pretty things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll see how good this goes.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/4974814880308213586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/4974814880308213586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/4974814880308213586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2007/06/domain-name.html' title='Domain name'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-116738602394820784</id><published>2006-12-29T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:53:44.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed GAP Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns=&quot;http://purl.org/atom/ns#&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;embed flashvars=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;VideoPlayback&quot; src=&quot;http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4510785230024259733&amp;amp;hl=en&quot; style=&quot;width:400px; height:326px;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I wanna do this to a Gap&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/116738602394820784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/116738602394820784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/116738602394820784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2006/12/failed-gap-commercial.html' title='Failed GAP Commercial'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-114356062317887929</id><published>2006-03-28T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:43:43.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;0&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&#39;20&#39;&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&#39;20&#39;&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&#39;20&#39;&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&#39;20&#39;&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&#39;20&#39;&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don&#39;t understand our partner&#39;s requirements, or even our own. We all have a &quot;love tank&quot; that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php&#39; target=&#39;_blank&#39;&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/114356062317887929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/114356062317887929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/114356062317887929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2006/03/five-love-languagesmy-primary-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21569345.post-113833860047362132</id><published>2006-01-26T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:10:00.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to write.</title><content type='html'>I want to write, but I don&#39;t know what about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so conflicted I don&#39;t even know how I&#39;ve feeling.   My feelings keep changing.   What&#39;s wrong with me.</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21569345/113833860047362132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/113833860047362132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21569345/posts/default/113833860047362132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.daropedia.info/2006/01/i-want-to-write.html' title='I want to write.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622860276790121323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>