<?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: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-3160321</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:40.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Semblance of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a madman strung up on the rack and charred until golden brown.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-109730211258576565</id><published>2004-10-09T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:08:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> For All Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on, sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies. Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes cold nose dripping singing inside creek music, heart music, smell of sun on gravel. I pledge allegiance I pledge allegiance to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/109730211258576565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/109730211258576565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#109730211258576565' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-109559320766139850</id><published>2004-09-19T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T06:26:47.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground,   Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/109559320766139850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/109559320766139850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#109559320766139850' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-87195922</id><published>2003-01-09T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:55:39.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Second Coming TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/87195922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/87195922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#87195922' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-79786747</id><published>2002-08-03T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:44:42.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79786747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79786747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#79786747' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-79451160</id><published>2002-07-26T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T15:26:03.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sup? Finished reading Siddartha. I love that book. Made hard-boiled eggs yesterday. Were delightful. Bored out of my skull. Car may be fixed and on its way back to me this weekend. Received X-com I&amp;II to kill boredom. X-com I&amp;II do not work. Have many dishes to do. Must clean clothes. First day of work begins tomorrow at 9:00 am. Time is an illusion. Learn that and I can stop being bored. Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79451160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79451160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#79451160' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-79306543</id><published>2002-07-23T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T11:10:10.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I most likely have a job working weekends in housekeeping at Holiday Inn for small amounts of money. It's a job I guess. I went to straighten out my financial aid mess today and received a "come back when you know how long you'll be here." So that most important of messes which decides not only my fate, but the fate of the universe as we know it is still unresolved.On a pleasant note, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79306543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79306543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#79306543' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-79175421</id><published>2002-07-19T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T22:20:10.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update: I am living in Stevens Point. I do not have an internet connection thar, as of yet, or a job (to afford said connection). If you are  a Jayme or a Mike, my phone number is on Mike's cell phone message system thingy. Mesah bored and depressed in Le Point. A job I need and badly. Oy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79175421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/79175421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#79175421' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-78599704</id><published>2002-07-05T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T23:09:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a Tailess Whip Scorpion. Yes, I exist. Yes, Evil loves me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/78599704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/78599704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#78599704' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-78400654</id><published>2002-06-30T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T23:25:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/78400654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/78400654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#78400654' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-77989876</id><published>2002-06-20T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T23:12:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. I'm a Tapir. I am also a Ninja.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77989876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77989876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#77989876' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-77952677</id><published>2002-06-19T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T17:22:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh. Mesah no posty in a while. Mesuh unhappy wit mesuh's parents again and mesuh be hopin' mesuh can move out soon. Today, I became the selfish son that doesn't care about the feelings of his parents, the lazy son who can't do anything right, and the stupid son for not getting medical insurance right now and not planning ahead better (which also was tied into the selfish son sentence). It feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77952677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77952677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#77952677' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-77663301</id><published>2002-06-12T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:45:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Pitfall Harry.If Indiana Jones could keep up with me, he'd have made more movies. I set the pace by which "pleasure seekers" could only dream of attaining. I'm motivated by money, but not content to get it through some 9-to-5 day job. Though I may not be a professional athlete, I'm certainly qualified. As long as there are no snakes. I hate snakes. What Video Game Character Are You?Wow,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77663301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77663301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#77663301' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-77255340</id><published>2002-06-02T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T12:54:51.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is it. I leave for Wisconsin at 2:45 am Monday morning. I'll be home for Christmas... Adioski.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77255340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77255340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#77255340' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-77041349</id><published>2002-05-27T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T18:59:05.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snurgledee Schnipe. I had to cancel my reservations for the Los Lobos area... the California Coast is fed by currents from Alaska... which means full wetsuits are required for swimming in Monterey (50 degree water). So we made plans to go to San Diego and will be camping in Carlsbad Tues, Wed, Thurs and come back sometime Thurs. The water there should be around... 60 degrees... which is the water</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77041349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/77041349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#77041349' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-76896264</id><published>2002-05-23T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T15:54:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snurgledee Schnip. I have made reservations at Los Lobos Point Reserve in Monterey CA for snorkeling. Come the 28th, we'll be heading down there to camp and snork around. Li Yang regrets forcing Evil to make plans. Snorkling for two days will probably make her cry :( We'll leave the camp on the 30th, head to Yosimite(sp?) and then head back to Sac. My bus leaves the 3rd o' Junie Moon, so I should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76896264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76896264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#76896264' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-76777829</id><published>2002-05-20T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T14:46:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heya. It finally rained here. Well... I got my Changing Breeds: 3... you know that book I've been drooling over... I spent my 18$ dollars and I sat me down to read it. Please forgive me, but I almost threw it against the wall. White Wolf fell almost down to Wizard of the Coast level in my eyes with one read of that book. There is a typo or spelling error on almost every page, the spider section</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76777829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76777829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#76777829' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-76591673</id><published>2002-05-15T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T16:47:13.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I caught my first black widow spider! She was sitting in my room... glowering at me. Black widow spiders are quite intimidating and a lot larger than I thought they were.  This lady was 1" and my roommate told me he saw a 2" widowmaker in the shed behind our place. (I hope my catching a black widow spider is not a sign of bad things to come.) That's the news for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76591673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76591673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#76591673' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-76233966</id><published>2002-05-06T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T16:17:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all. I'm still here. I visited San Fran. It's an interesting place. We hit China Town, which was pretty cool, and then hit Fisherman's Wharf. We visited an aquarium and took an hour long boat tour of the Bay. Got to see the Rock up close and personal. Yes, I've seen the Rock. We finished our visit by driving over le Golden Gate Bridge. Me gots pictures. Me hopes they turn out well. For Ben </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76233966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76233966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#76233966' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-76088375</id><published>2002-05-02T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T13:52:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I told you I'd give you more info...well, I won't! Although things have gotten really confusing here - and not in a good way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76088375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/76088375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#76088375' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75913011</id><published>2002-04-27T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T22:07:46.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like hello even...Greetings from the edge. I'm too tired to write much, but let me just say that the events proceeding the writing of this update have been... interesting. I will add more later. This is just a note to all my people in the field that I am alive and well in the state of CA, which is also the state of Confusion. There is some amount of stress involved already, which I hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75913011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75913011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75913011' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75726183</id><published>2002-04-23T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T08:26:04.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is Where I am GoingI am going there by way of And hope to see these  and these I will be one for at least a month if things work out and will miss all of you little sea urchins. All of mine and Anthony Bourdain's love to you.CATharsis OUT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75726183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75726183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75726183' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75573330</id><published>2002-04-18T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T23:31:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a lighter note, I've come to the realization that Dark Force users in Star Wars are morons. Yes, every single one. Why, you ask? What about Darth Maul, you ask? Well to answer your questions, let's first consider Emperor Palpatine. What motivates this ugly bag? Power... or at least the illusion of power. Mr. P wants to run the universe. Now, this, by itself, is an assinine endeavor. Say he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75573330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75573330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75573330' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75449566</id><published>2002-04-15T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T22:27:36.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I went to bed this morning, I talked to my boss about leaving and picked up my tickets to California. My boss was totally with me and the tickets were easy to purchase, although non-refundable. Things seemed to be lining up. I believe in Chaos. I forgot there are always prices... always catches. I was a fool.I woke up this evening with a red-eyed mother and a letter on the table. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75449566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75449566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75449566' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75198183</id><published>2002-04-09T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T03:37:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hrm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75198183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75198183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75198183' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75198155</id><published>2002-04-09T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T03:35:31.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which They Might Be Giants album are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75198155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75198155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75198155' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75196706</id><published>2002-04-09T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T02:17:41.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dwight Schultz is NOT Rob Low!Dwight Schultz IS Malkav.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75196706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75196706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75196706' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-75095541</id><published>2002-04-05T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T21:14:51.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75095541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/75095541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#75095541' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-11313766</id><published>2002-03-31T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T12:50:01.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tartar Tune of Eighteen Beats"While still young,I didn't know I was aging.To my mind the pastSeems only yesterday.Good time passes relentlessly by, like flowing water.Better get drunkAnd sleep--Let the sun stage the rise and fall of an empire;I just pretend I know nothing about it.                       -Chang Yang-hao (1269-1329)                        Trans.  Sherwin S.S. Fu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11313766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11313766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#11313766' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-11090043</id><published>2002-03-25T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T00:32:10.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;I'm happy. I'm feeling glad. I got sunshine in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long. My future is coming on...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11090043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11090043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#11090043' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-11018273</id><published>2002-03-22T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T15:33:47.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;I am, indeed, still alive. That vile energy which animates the mass of flesh and tangle of nerves that is my abominable corpse still flows sluggishly through my veins. Sadly, I am still dancing on the strings of of some mad puppeteer. However, I have accomplished something at least. That which is I sent in the admissions material required by the University of Washington -Seattle... so there may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11018273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/11018273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#11018273' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-10537415</id><published>2002-03-08T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-08T15:59:18.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things Catharsis, Mad Prophet of the Bleak Dawn, truly desires:1. 5,000$ to pay off my school loans.2. Admission into a Shaolin temple or a school of Kung-Fu3. An instructor in the Tao4. The backing of my parents5. Some crazy woman who actually loOoves me. Yo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10537415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10537415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#10537415' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-10198979</id><published>2002-02-27T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T16:45:58.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now I am going to tell you something. I don't know what heading it comes under, and whether or not it is relevant here, but it must be relevant at some point. It is not anything new, but I would like to say it.     There is a beginning. There is no beginning of that beginning. There is no beginning of that no beginning of beginning. There is something. There is nothing. There is something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10198979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10198979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#10198979' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-10095270</id><published>2002-02-25T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T02:47:56.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garumple-dee-Scortelsnorg.Today must I write my essay for my college admissions thingee and maybe even think about how the wyrm will play tonight. Hopefully it will go snurgledeesnoot and be finished ziffniffily quick. Perchance someone will call me and be female and love me snurfily, but eye doubt it as there be none out there who can love me snirfily. So I shall smurgle my grundlebum essay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10095270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/10095270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#10095270' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9690052</id><published>2002-02-13T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T13:26:45.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Second Coming TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9690052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9690052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9690052' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9489172</id><published>2002-02-07T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T15:15:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any library that does not have Through the Looking Glass is a pawn of the Bavarian Illuminati. If you search, I'm sure you'd find a small temple with a pyramid hidden somewhere in the building. Above it will read the words, " Ewige Blumenkraft!." Rumor has it that those very same words are written in gold silk into all of Bush's socks. If so, the immanentization of the Eschaton is immenent. Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9489172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9489172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9489172' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9442287</id><published>2002-02-06T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T11:07:14.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I actually have found a life, I will want some animal pals to hang with. Of cats, there are only two types that I can handle, with my allergies, yo. Those would be the Cornish Rex or the Sphinx. Both are cool cats, yo. I will add pictures when Blogger stops being stupid (It's havinga difficult time downloading the, yo)......Rexy Goodness.....I wuv 'em!Mr. Bigglesworth is a Sphinx... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9442287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9442287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9442287' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9438872</id><published>2002-02-06T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T09:00:30.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am at work. This is unfortunate. In fact, this is down-right painful. Ugh. My boss just came by and informed me that my coworker in slavery is sick... therfore, I am "it". What this "it" means, is that I am going to be THE SOLE soul targeted by all the lenders to do their work. This is not fun. For instance, I just spent 40 minutes typing in a loan, after searching for the file and title, only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9438872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9438872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9438872' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9402403</id><published>2002-02-05T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T10:22:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9402403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9402403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9402403' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9400599</id><published>2002-02-05T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T09:16:12.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Poem of the Day/Week/Month/Random Temporal Unit will be posted in my secret blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9400599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9400599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9400599' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9363312</id><published>2002-02-04T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T09:44:46.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.                                                  -Li Bai                                           http://www.chinapage.com/libai/libai2e.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9363312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9363312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9363312' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9276417</id><published>2002-02-01T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-02-01T12:25:25.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>           Me gots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9276417' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9137086</id><published>2002-01-28T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T17:00:06.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9137086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9137086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9137086' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9126286</id><published>2002-01-28T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T09:21:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apologies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9126286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9126286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9126286' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-9101550</id><published>2002-01-27T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T16:42:12.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You seem to be a little depressed at times, and tend to be sarcastic, but all you really want is some love.  You also seem to have trouble in believing in yourself despite how good everyone tells you you are, I mean come on, you're the artist of MegatokyoWhich webcartoonist Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9101550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/9101550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#9101550' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8855393</id><published>2002-01-19T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T18:34:50.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was changing my clothes this morning and I turned around to find this guy peeping in my window!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8855393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8855393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8855393' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8815589</id><published>2002-01-18T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T09:31:28.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do I think capitalism is a dangerous and corruptive system? Why do I dislike Republicans and most Democrats? Why do I like reading about Pentex so much? Is the idea of Pentex so far from the truth? Bite this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8815589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8815589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8815589' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8814775</id><published>2002-01-18T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T08:59:04.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a dress-down day. I'm in better spirits now, but desire some liquid spirits. I made a jello-cake for today's 'pig-out packer day' (As Ben and Josh roll their eyes). I used lemon and lime jello... it's a layer cake. It turned out nice, but I should have used more jello. It should be drenched in jello! Drenched! I wanna be drenched in jello!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8814775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8814775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8814775' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8786066</id><published>2002-01-17T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T11:57:38.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason, the bank is dead today. Ugh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8786066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8786066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8786066' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8757152</id><published>2002-01-16T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T14:56:58.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>((Poetry Bomb from two of my favorite Poets))How Poetry Comes to MeIt comes blundering over theBoulders at night, it staysFrightened outside theRange of my campfireI go to meet it at theEdge of the lightGary Snyderhttp://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/s_z/snyder/onlinepoems.htm__________________________________________________________On TopAll this new stuff goes on topturn it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8757152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8757152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8757152' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8756956</id><published>2002-01-16T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T14:50:57.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Epidermal MacabreIndelicate is he who loathesThe aspect of his fleshy clothes, --The flying fabric stitched on bone,The vesture of the skeleton,The garment neither fur nor hair,The cloak of evil and despair,The veil long violated byCaresses of the hand and eye.Yet such is my unseemliness:I hate my epidermal dress,The savage blood's obscenity,The rags of my anatomy,And willingly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8756956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8756956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8756956' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8722401</id><published>2002-01-15T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T14:52:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am soOOooOOoooo tired. All I can do is dream of the A-Team. I love the A-Team.Do you love the A-Team? Well, you should.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8722401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8722401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8722401' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8681668</id><published>2002-01-14T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T11:10:15.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On reading some of the pages connected to mine, I have a few things to say. Ignore them at your own risk. Read them at your own risk.Adam -  You gotsta take pride in poetry, yo! It's art and art is yummy. It's also one of the oldest forms of language. If you are that interested in it, start reading up on different techniques and styles (Just my advice :). It's fun to play around with language! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8681668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8681668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8681668' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8679590</id><published>2002-01-14T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T14:50:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It was a fun weekend. We had LANie goodness and I got to watch the last 5 episodes of Cowboy Bebop. Cowboy Bebop is a wonderful anime and comes in at a close second to Trigun in the book of Cat. See it. Feel it. Believe it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8679590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8679590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8679590' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8601406</id><published>2002-01-11T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T11:23:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. Hi. Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? I'm at work. It's Friday. All is well.I wrote up the stat and combat system for my game. It's wonderfully lethal and the system should be pretty easy. There are a grand total of 3 stats with maxes of 3 points in those stats. Weapons have scores from 1-3. Martial arts is sick. Bows are sick. Armor will be very important. Skills will be very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8601406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8601406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8601406' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8567287</id><published>2002-01-10T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T11:22:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking about writing up an rpg... or trying. I may be asking you savages for ideas. So be ready. Or maybe I won't (write up the game, that is). Wee shale sea. I've been reading a condensed version of the Mahabharata, which has helped to solidify the idea I previously had for a game. It will, if I get me some willpower and actually concentrate on it, take place in a non-earth world, be low </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8567287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8567287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8567287' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8543020</id><published>2002-01-09T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T09:42:52.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What more is there to say? Kali age... Kali age! Don't you get it?! Thuggees for a new tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8543020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8543020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8543020' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8512333</id><published>2002-01-08T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T10:34:31.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are in the Kali era, the age of corruption. How fitting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8512333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8512333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8512333' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8483592</id><published>2002-01-07T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T09:15:39.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is the dawn of a new era. Okay, maybe not. I'm at work again. Ugh.I spent this weekend in my Point playing games with Jimmy G, Docitus Rex, Dale, Ian, Endo, and a guys whose name I just forgot. It was fun, but they made me play D2 and Unreal. D2 was actually quite fun. I made an assassin that I actually enjoyed playing...LOOT! Dale hid from us most of the time, so I had to get my loving from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8483592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8483592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8483592' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8403350</id><published>2002-01-04T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T08:19:31.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been moved, at work, into the lenders' hive. We'll see how long I last. I cannot stand them. It's not going to be a good day. Vash be with me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8403350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8403350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8403350' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8377471</id><published>2002-01-03T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T15:15:04.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is beautiful! I'm alive and the world is vibrating with wonderful energy! I feel Spring struggling against the icy bonds of Winter. The birds are singing and my soul feels refreshed, reborn. We often walk through these lands with our head's hung low and the weight of ages of suffering on our souls. We need to look up! Look up and out toward the blue sky, to the Sun, and towards our future! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8377471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8377471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8377471' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8349262</id><published>2002-01-02T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T13:07:20.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Gotcha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8349262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8349262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8349262' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8343463</id><published>2002-01-02T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T08:39:57.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spilled juice on myself, was late to work, had to reboot my computer 3 times because of a Lotus Notes error that the help desk has known about forever, and got to listen to a 500 minute message on my phone telling me how great a job we at AAL are doing... all before 8:20 am. Yes, it is going to be a great day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8343463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8343463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8343463' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8302535</id><published>2001-12-31T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T14:32:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are two of my favorite fishes.Yes, I have a favorite fishes list!Oh, and this is Durby. He's Josh's friend.Josh also likes to hang around with William, he's a European bloke, and his girlfriend Sara.This, by the way, is Peter Willoughby. He's a childhood friend. I remember, fondly, filling a very large jar full of his brothers and sisters. We thought it was a grand jest. They, however, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8302535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8302535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8302535' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8296528</id><published>2001-12-31T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T08:33:44.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am at work. What more needs to be said?This weekend was bittersweet. I got crazy drunk with Mikey and Jayme and crew. It was sad saying adios to those two. They're on their way back to G-eorgia. Bah. But the Friday night was fun and I succeeded in landing myself a healthy hang-over the next day. Vamp was purty fun as well. Warhammer, however, hurt my head. I may be looking at the game wrong. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8296528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8296528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8296528' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8239793</id><published>2001-12-28T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T16:22:02.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the weekend. raar raar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8239793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8239793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8239793' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8232588</id><published>2001-12-28T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T10:36:59.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No work for me! It's pretty slow today, which I don't mind so much. The time is slithering slowly by. Sometimes I see it wink at me out of the corner of my eye. I think that's rather odd, but I refuse to inform it of its queer behaviour . That would be rude.Well, I've watched the whole Trigun series now and am much impressed. It's got to be my favorite anime series. It makes me, and take into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8232588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8232588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8232588' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8210131</id><published>2001-12-27T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T11:33:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eye just read Adam's page and decided I'm gonna write up what I'm looking for in a relationship. Why? Why should I puke forth my odd feelings into your lap so you can finger through the bile and see the leperous fanatic that is Eye? Because the saying, " I think, therefore I am," is false. We think because we say we do. It's all about language and communication. It's about me spewing forth my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8210131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8210131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8210131' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8208731</id><published>2001-12-27T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T09:18:25.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, here's my new girlfriend. Ain't she special?! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8208731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8208731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8208731' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8208237</id><published>2001-12-27T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T09:15:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh. Ugh. Ugh? Ugh.I am at work. I did not sleep last night. Ugh. Other than having dinner with my brother, I spent my Christmas Muddin'. Ugh. This weekend, I will be lost. Mike and Jayme are home from Georgia, Freaksmas is soon, and I think NEWLARP is having its shin-dig. Ugh. Choice begats responsibility, which in turn begats headache. Begat me no choices. Why can't I be ubiquitous? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8208237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8208237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8208237' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8164356</id><published>2001-12-24T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-24T09:35:23.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heya kiddies. I'm at work... 3 hours to go!I saw Lord of the Rings. The best scene: Gollum peeping over the edge of the mountain to stare at the Fellowship.                                   The worst scene: Any scene where the Fellowship is running... whoever did the cgi for those scenes should be devoured by deep sea squid.Lord of the Rings was a great movie. I'd rate it on the Matrix </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8164356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8164356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8164356' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8107208</id><published>2001-12-21T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T14:05:07.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's something amusing... it's a glimpse into the workings of my universe...I was walking back from Hunans, a delightful Chinese fast food joint, towards my not so delightful place of employment. My father and I had just parted ways and I was stopped at a traffic light. Looking into the closest vehicle, I spy (with my third eye) a very pleasant looking young lady. What's more, she's looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8107208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8107208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8107208' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-8073723</id><published>2001-12-20T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T09:39:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another panda.Hello.Hi.My name is Catharsis and I am a dark priest.Do not be confused. I am the one, the true, Catharsis. I would like to see this new movie that people are talking about. You know... the one with all those short people that run around saying funny things like, "Ring, Ring, Ring! Who has the Ring!" and "Yessss, my precious! I'll do the Ring dance!" Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8073723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/8073723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#8073723' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7988538</id><published>2001-12-17T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T09:30:37.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EYE went two Stevens Point this weak end for my friend's graduation ceremony. EYE had lunch with her family and then snuck over two Dalian's abode and partook of their hospitality. EYE also made a character for Pointpire and did enjoy playing. Docitus Rex was inn Point and so EYE got to give him a huggywug and enjoy his company and warmth. EYE did knot drink, although my ban is getting harder to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7988538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7988538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7988538' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7935754</id><published>2001-12-14T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T16:14:58.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Sous chef jobs in Madison according to jobnet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7935754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7935754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7935754' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7926150</id><published>2001-12-14T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T09:00:59.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just did a google search and found my page. Weird. Feels weird, I tell ye!On other notes, I wanna see the AK-47 totin' chef on tv! I love the digs at the Food Network :p (For more info. go to Ben's page and look at his bloody link, damn you!). Grand Masta Chef Bonedaddy Ben the Bootleg Baker is going to prepare blowfish for the NEWLARP feast!I saw a woman on the news today tell us how she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7926150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7926150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7926150' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7899601</id><published>2001-12-13T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T12:27:52.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I beg you... please... find me this girl! Find me this girl in the real world! My Soul Mate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7899601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7899601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7899601' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7875682</id><published>2001-12-12T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T15:14:33.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh. I found a crack in the wall of Loans (Bones?) and am finally able to peep through. Ugh. Yesterday brought to my brain-thing, hungry hungry brain-thing, the realization that my job sucketh. The department I work in is filled with immature, unprofessional angry people who seem to enjoy making every font of life in their plane of existance squirm like maggots on a hot iron. I would say more, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7875682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7875682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7875682' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7803896</id><published>2001-12-10T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T09:00:22.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend went well. I visited Point Saturnday. I ate out with the gang and Liz gave me two extremely wonderful books... the annotated Lovecraft! I was pleased as pie... Thanks Liz :) I was very happy to see the crew again and very sad to leave. I was choked up going into Point and choked up coming out. I miss that place so much. Mostly, I think I miss the memories... the old times of absolute</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7803896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7803896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7803896' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7737212</id><published>2001-12-07T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T15:31:08.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've included an excellent page on Mysticism in World Religions. It is now one of my favorite pages. In it, you can see the connections... When I read it I was overjoyed, because it sums up, in the words of various theologians and mystics, the connections that I had very very crudely guessed at with my crazy and superficial reading and ponderings. If you go through the site and come to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7737212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7737212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7737212' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7729193</id><published>2001-12-07T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T10:14:07.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesss my precious... We hatesss the Gandolf! We hatessss it! We thinksss it smellsss like orcsiss arsesss! *Gollum* We thinksss Gandolf is just a randy old man, don't we my preciousss? *Gollum* Yes, my precious! We knows who is the true reasssson for watching Lordssisss of the Ringsss, don't we, my precious! *Gollum*While I am happy to hear that Morbid was not an N'Sync Gimp, I am unhappy to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7729193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7729193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7729193' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7706322</id><published>2001-12-06T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T15:47:31.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tally Ho! Moonman got his page up again!Unfortunately, Morbid must have sold his soul to N'Sync and is chained up as an S&amp;M doll in their basement, because his lair is getting dusty!Not much work for me again. 3 lenders are taking classes, but will return tomorrow... which means tomorrow is going to hurt. I miss my Mikey and Jayme! For those not in the know, Mikey and Jayme were my roomies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7706322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7706322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7706322' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7697504</id><published>2001-12-06T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T09:20:13.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adam, I swear I didn't touch your server! Of course, I did walk on EAA grounds... I guess it still could have been my entropy field :( Sorry!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7697504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7697504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7697504' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7671899</id><published>2001-12-05T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T13:40:36.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Evil Criminal TestCongratulations, you're Elizabeth Bathory!Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a servant girl in the face with a pair of scissors for underperforming. Some of the red spray landed on your hands, and as you washed it off, you noticed that it left your skin fresh and young looking. From then on you were convinced that the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7671899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7671899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7671899' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7671282</id><published>2001-12-05T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T13:31:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harumph. Ben must tell us what was on his mind or we will devour him. Harumph. Morbid betta get off his Morbid bum and into his Morbid Lair and write Morbid stuff for me to Morbidly read!Slow at work again. This morning brought a steady flow of worky, but now it's slow. I ain't crying though. I went for a walk at lunch... Chimera Hobby disappeared.  Weird. It moved to Wisconsin Ave. What to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7671282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7671282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7671282' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7667882</id><published>2001-12-05T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T11:47:58.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just checked out the Wizard of the Coast page and am now angry. I had been waiting for word on a 3rd addition Planescape. Planescape was a wonderful product that linked all the worlds, offered infinite places for adventure, and nigh infinite possibilities. Its cosmology allowed one to go from plane to plane or to the different prime material worlds, etc. It was creative and wonderful. Wizards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7667882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7667882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7667882' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7644060</id><published>2001-12-04T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T16:01:00.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at the office did I work. But now 'tis slow... so here I am.Tonight is H-man's game and so I shall be attending. Hrm, what to say? Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy or whatever it's called is playing on Musak right now. I feel empty this week. I didn't get my infusion of Boy Toy Ben's sweet molasses lovin' :( Oh, the new link is to to my friend's new blogger (I'm infectious) (You knew that). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7644060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7644060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7644060' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7603802</id><published>2001-12-03T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T09:44:57.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Tis a new day.This weekend was interesting. I think I've burned myself out with LAN parties. By late Satyrday, I was no longer dancing my LAN party jig. On Sinday, I joined my parents in a Christmas tree hunt out in Clintonville. I enjoyed that greatly. It was good to get outside and romp around the 'woods.' Wolfenstein is better than DoD (the game with 4 maps), but I found my load time to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7603802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7603802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7603802' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7532027</id><published>2001-11-30T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T10:03:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welly Welly Well. At the office again. What fun. Last night, 20 minutes before we, my esteemed comrade in misery and I, left the orifice, I meant office really, the lenders decided to gives us mountains of work. When we came in this morning, the computer program we use to process those loans and loan applications was out for the count... and thus I am sitting here typing at you... sitting here as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7532027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7532027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7532027' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7472235</id><published>2001-11-28T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T11:06:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So like hello even.I'm at work now. Worky work work work. No work for me! Indeed, with 2or 3 lenders out, there hopefully won't be much work. My neighbor abhors freetime and likes having work to make the time go by quicker. I prefer no work so I can achieve no mind, or at least time for day dreaming. I figure that, if time goes by slower, then I'm aging slower too. It's all really quite logical</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7472235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7472235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7472235' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-7401885</id><published>2001-11-25T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T22:32:42.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can't stop me!!!!! AAAAARGH! Well, you probably can, so I won't stand in your way. That's right. Keep on walking mister and nobody will get hurt. No need to look back, honest. I'm too weak to harm you anyway. That's it. Take care. *tiptoetiptoetiptoe* Er no!! I'm not following you! I mean it! Er what's this? Um... just a knife my mother gave...well it's not a knife really... more like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7401885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/7401885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#7401885' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6918751</id><published>2001-11-06T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T16:28:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am dancing in the numbing winds of Pandaemonium... it's more like a jig I guess... well maybe not. I, much like Phil Collins, cannot dance. Or sing... In fact the only thing about me is the way that I walk. Er. Anywhen, here I am, numb and confused, walking through the heart of Pandaemonium. Why you ask? Why would anyone wish to subject themselves to that kind of mad suicide of the soul? Trust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6918751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6918751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6918751' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6751940</id><published>2001-10-31T01:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T01:37:02.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now trying to get a job at the Menasha Police Department and am looking into Sneider Trucking. I am also 37% gay, which means:   I am gayer than you! I am gayer than you!I am also 55% pure, only 16% geek, and sexxy, so there!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6751940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6751940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6751940' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6751939</id><published>2001-10-31T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T01:37:01.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now trying to get a job at the Menasha Police Department and am looking into Sneider Trucking. I am also 37% gay, which means:   I am gayer than you! I am gayer than you!I am also 55% pure, only 16% geek, and sexxy, so there!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6751939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6751939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6751939' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6654032</id><published>2001-10-27T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T03:50:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never wanted this to turn into a complaint file. It has, only because it's the only thing I can spit my bile at. Ignore  this page if you're sick of it. To put my problems into perspective:     1) I have a four year college degree in English and am now certified by the state to teach English at the high school level.     2) I don't want to teach. For my sake, as well as my students' sake, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6654032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6654032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6654032' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6514977</id><published>2001-10-21T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-21T21:54:56.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's there to say? My parents told me today they think I should go to school and work while I'm doing it rather than get a job now and save up. This comes after putting me on the rack everyday about finding a job. Sigh... my brain hurts and I'm tired. So here's the dilly-yo... I'm looking into colleges for oceanography, which was my original intention before Stevens Point and the like. Sigh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6514977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6514977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6514977' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6396050</id><published>2001-10-16T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T22:13:46.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heheh, Joshispherus Rex is not the only one who is not allowed to join our nation's military. I called up the recruiter today and found out that a 3 inch piece of plastic and steel officially puts you in the "sorry cowboy" category. Yes, if you have an inhaler, you cannot be in the army. And yes, that is what he said to me. No C-5s for me. No escape. No passing 'Go.' Still no job. This game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6396050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6396050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6396050' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6369629</id><published>2001-10-15T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T22:22:49.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another gripe. I went to Landmark, took their tests, and they decided I might be okay for their jobs. I'm definately going back to school... now the brainthing needs to usurp control of my body and decide what it wants to do. Yes, usurp brainthing, usurp!Radiography, Piloting, or four year science degree? Brainthing, petty brainthing... make a decision! Oh silly brainthing... silly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6369629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6369629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6369629' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6282490</id><published>2001-10-12T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T01:07:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ben the Barber Beefcake, the culinary wonder of the world, has cooked up something dark and squirrelish, has fed it to me, and has pleased my tastebuds greatly. Indeed, I was thrumming with savage delight that shot up through my groin like black lightning, jump-started my heart, and made me pee electricity. It's all good.On other fronts, I got an application for the Humane Society, emailed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6282490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6282490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6282490' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6230654</id><published>2001-10-10T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T01:18:37.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I exist, therefore you are. Er, what I meant to whisper into your ear like a hazel-eyed mosquito is that I have yet to find a job. One of the companies I have looking out for me shoved a nine inch piece of super-heated steel in an orifice not designed for such heat. So I signed up with another. I'll play their dull little game until I win.... win it all.On another thread of lost sanity, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6230654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6230654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6230654' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160321.post-6096721</id><published>2001-10-03T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-03T22:54:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another giant Rickidian 3 Foot Leech. I went to my mother's pottery class and was much impressed by the artist who came to speak. I was also intrigued by a very attractive young woman that was there that recently graduated with a BS in Anthropology... yummy. All in all, not a bad evening. During the day, I called up Cadre and may have a temporary job as a technical writer... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6096721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3160321/posts/default/6096721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catspeaks.blogspot.com/index.html#6096721' title=''/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03122885898318320675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
