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  <title>Mental Muckings</title>
  <subtitle>Quilzas</subtitle>
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    <name>Quilzas</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-12T04:32:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:172285</id>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-12T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T04:32:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T04:32:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today has kinda sucked, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend in health-limbo, always fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick - not horribly, but sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parent's bullshit has me stressed on top of that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp; My mind if a fucking mess.&amp;nbsp; A sheer lark.&amp;nbsp; I'm keeping its thinking to a minimum, but sometimes it still spits out the most interesting of things to worry about or stress over.&amp;nbsp; A lot of these topics haven't crossed my mind since last year.&amp;nbsp; I know I should ignore it, but sometimes it's hard.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I want to dwell, but I know that's not healthy or productive.&amp;nbsp; Damnit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:171750</id>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-11T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T14:43:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T14:43:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need some new avatars.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I'll fiddle with that tonight after prepping for the game tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Just need to type up / organize some notes that are hand-written.&amp;nbsp; No big deal, which is why I expect I always push it off until last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy muscles are sore from the situps yesterday.&amp;nbsp; At least I know I gave them a workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forearm (right) has been sore off and on, pretty much since I started biking.&amp;nbsp; I think I tend to tense it a lot while biking (I'm biased towards tensing on my right while biking, which I have to focus on not doing).&amp;nbsp; And between that and lots of mouse use, a couple muscles (or tendons?) in the forwarm itself are just.. sore.&amp;nbsp; Notice it while typing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sore/scratchy&amp;nbsp;throat from over the weekend is largely gone, but now my sinuses are draining some.&amp;nbsp; At least I shouldn't loose my voice.&amp;nbsp; Generally feel run down and hungry as hell.&amp;nbsp; More so than usual (on the hunger that is).&amp;nbsp; Bleh.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been sick since.. March.&amp;nbsp; Damnit.&amp;nbsp; At least this seems to be the thing that's been running around at work lately, and not something new to infect the building with.&amp;nbsp; Oh to be able to open a window at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall have to see how this progresses to see if I want to bike tomorrow or not.&amp;nbsp; If I don't bike, I will walk, at least.&amp;nbsp; Get something in.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:170948</id>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 9-10</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T17:06:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T17:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming Through Piranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a boat trip down the Amazon.  Two days into the trip, the boat develops engine trouble and beings to drift uncontrollably down the river.  With a waterfall approaching, the captain tells the passengers the best chance for survival is to jump off the boat and swim or wade to the riverbank.  You anxiously look over the side of the boat and see a school of piranhas.  You must jump.  Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) Throw a large object into the center of the school to disperse the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Drop some raw meat over one side of the boat and lower yourself into the water on the opposite side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Remove your clothes and throw them overboard ahead of you, then swim quickly to shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) Cover all bare skin with oil, then quickly swim ashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Answer"&gt;Answer:  (B)&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:170416</id>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-10T11:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T15:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T15:52:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Woke up this morning, sort of early (830 is pretty early for me on my day off).&amp;nbsp; I was... awake.&amp;nbsp; Ready to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed my biking gear, remember my sunscreen, and hit the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.3 miles in 54.31 minutes and 1 pre-squished squirrel.&amp;nbsp; Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, did my post-bike stretch routine and then did 35 sit-ups.&amp;nbsp; Those last 5 were a bitch to grind out, but I like to do more each time I do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a shower and cleaning my room and general puttering for a while, I made myself&amp;nbsp; a breakfast of eggs, toast and bacon.&amp;nbsp; Mmmm..&amp;nbsp; Bacon is excellent with (real) Maple Syrup.&amp;nbsp; Food of the gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shalt my day begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Though I am glad I went out when (somewhere around 830 this morning) I did, given how the weather is going today.]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:170222</id>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-09T23:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T03:10:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T03:10:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So tonight I dragged myself by my bootstraps and went out to eat... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I bugged UNO's for food.. getting a rather tasty and little spicy burger and dessert afterwards.&amp;nbsp; Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I hate going to a restaurant and eating out alone.  But.. sometimes I want to go out to eat and no one is avaliable.  Usually I cop out and do take out (if I go at all), often not getting what I'm really in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  sometimes I force myself to go out alone anyways.  I think it's something good for me to get used to doing.  Part of that whole being your own company sort of thing.  I think I still prefer company... but.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods know, some of the best service by the waitstaff I've ever had has been while I've been out dining solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waitresses with big pot-bellies is wrong on some fundamental level.   o.o</content>
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    <title>WTH?</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T18:08:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T18:08:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately there seems to be a few people at work who seem to know exactly who I am, and I know them by sight at best.&amp;nbsp; As in.. I've seen them around.&amp;nbsp; No clue on their name.&amp;nbsp; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throws me off.&amp;nbsp; Kinda neat too, don't get me wrong.&amp;nbsp; But also... unusual feeling, in a way.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like bluffing your way through a conversation.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 7</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T01:35:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T01:35:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today in Survival History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1769, the frontiersman Daniel Boone reached what is now Kentucky after months of traveling through the Appalachian Mountains.&amp;nbsp; Boone ventured westward through the Appalachians despite an order from Britain forbidding settlers to explore westward.&amp;nbsp; His path through the mountain range became known as the Wilderness Trail, and it opened up new sections of territory for Anglo-Americans to explore.</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-07T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T00:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T00:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it was a day, with ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids visitation was ok.  Not fab, but no meltdowns either.  And they actually ate most of their lunch for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with parents went better than expected.  Explained my side of things... again... and mom seemed to get it and they seemed more accepting of my decision.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this was only about the kids.  Cali never came up (though it was a short visit).  They're probably going to keep ignoring that elephant in the corner until I mention something again.  Which... I may drop something into a casual conversation at some point.  *sigh*  In a way, I want to avoid it to.  But.. I can't avoid it forever either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to UNOs with the folks for lunch.&amp;nbsp; I have got to go back there soon!&amp;nbsp; So many things on the menu looked so damn tasty.&amp;nbsp; I never think to go there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Their cheesecake with strawberries was damn fucking good.&amp;nbsp; Mmmmm for damn tasty strawberries and Mmmmmm for damn tasty cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped biking.  Too much going on in my head to bike.  So I hit the City Forest trails for a nice long walk (well, 1.5 hours is sort of long), including the Boardwalk stretch, which was fantastic.  The extra oxygen from all the plants in a few spots was soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit a couple random stores.&amp;nbsp; Made a few good finds.&amp;nbsp; Twenty pounds of charcoal for $5 (as we now have a charcoal grill). What should be warm cargo pants for winter.&amp;nbsp; Another pair of cargo shorts.&amp;nbsp; Mmmm... cargo pants are like the best thing ever.&amp;nbsp; I hate purses.&amp;nbsp; Haven't found a good solution beyond cargo pants.&amp;nbsp; Got a new pot and repotted my aloe.&amp;nbsp; Got some nice little shelves for $3 that just need a couple screwed to reinforce things with.&amp;nbsp; Not necessary, but I'll likely do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did see a 10-gallon fish tank with hood, aerator, and heater for $10 at one of the used good stores.&amp;nbsp; However. it's a) too large and b) most of the gear was thick with hard water deposits.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Even if everything works, I'm not sure I'd want to try and clean it.&amp;nbsp; And figure out where to put it.</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 6</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T01:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T01:56:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Treat a Bullet or Knife Wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[1] Do not immediately pull out any impaled objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object may be pressed against an artery or vital internal structure and may actually be helping to reduce bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[2] Control the bleeding by using a combination of direct pressure, limb elevation, pressure points, and tourniquets (in that order).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[3] Immobilize the injured area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using splints and dressings to immobilize an injured area helps protect from further injury and maintain clots that have begun to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[4] Dress the wound, and strive to prevent infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[5] Get medical attention as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:quilzas:168569</id>
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    <title>One of those Days</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T18:49:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T18:49:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 134px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 150px; background: #990022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 108px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 52px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 84px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 200px; background: #990022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Discover Your Sins - Click Here&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-06T14:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T18:35:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T18:35:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never heard of this, but interesting.  Fitting in some ways.  Not so much in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Zoroastrian Pagan&lt;/b&gt;, The Zoroastrian Pagan is a rare breed who follows the teachings of Zoroaster, the religious reformer.  He believed that there were no gods, and it was naive to put faith in them and give them names.  What one should focus on is merely serving one side of the cosmic duality; work on good or light deeds, and the world would become more good or light.  Pagans of this variety are rare, but often feel like they get more done without the hassle and clutter of pantheons and gods.  They're smart, analytical, and occationally cynical.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Shamanic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="85" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Zoroastrian Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="85" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ecclectic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Eastern Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Kabbalistic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="35" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Egyptian Pantheonic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="30" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Roman Pantheonic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Celtic Pantheonic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="10" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Sumerian, Babylonian, and Mesopotamian Pagans&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="10" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;10%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Greek Pantheonic Pagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="5" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;5%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Norse Pantheonic Pagan (Asatru)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Catholic (Pagan?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=2713"&gt;What kind of Pagan are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-06T12:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T16:23:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T16:23:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Every once in a while I notice that I have a bunch of random nicks and scrapes on my hands.&amp;nbsp; I rather like it.&amp;nbsp; Lately they've been for actual reasons, not randomly appearing with no idea where they came from.&amp;nbsp; It's kinda fun to feel them twinge once in a while.. run my fingers over them.&amp;nbsp; I like it when they stay a nice bright red for a few days.&amp;nbsp; They don't inhibit me.&amp;nbsp; Reminds me that I can do handyman type ilk, though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like so much is the random black smears I find on my legs after biking.&amp;nbsp; Seems like anytime I go near that bike I wind up with grease smears.&amp;nbsp; Even when I didn't think my legs bumped it.&amp;nbsp; It's like I'm a grease magnet or something.&amp;nbsp; Ah well.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 5</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T00:27:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T00:27:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is Your Worst Case?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being lost in the wilderness without a compass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--or--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being lost in the wilderness without water?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may wander for days without a compass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without water you may die within three days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can determine direction using the sun, the stars, clouds, or moss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water found in lakes, ponds, and rivers can be safe to drink if boiled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>License Plate</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T00:22:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T00:22:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HMNBRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I thought of was Human Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also had a vanity rim around the license plate that said 'I love hummingbirds'.  So I would think they actually meant 'hummingbirds' not 'human birds'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like mine better!</content>
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    <title>Only a Jaunt</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T23:41:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T23:41:39Z</updated>
    <category term="biking"/>
    <content type="html">Got my bike back today.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a quick jaunt.&amp;nbsp; I had left work early so I could get to the shop before they closed.&amp;nbsp; Then had to pick up a couple things for the BBQ tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of the day had been great weather.&amp;nbsp; Though the wind had been picking up later in the afternoon and the temperature dropping and the clouds coming in thick.&amp;nbsp; But I chanced going out anyway.&amp;nbsp; Got back just as it started to sprinkle a bit.&amp;nbsp; Good timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.1 miles in 37.13 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad for missing a day, and just trying to squeeze something in before the weather got worse.&amp;nbsp; Felt great to hop on and ride again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, I like these shifters tons more!&amp;nbsp; Yay!</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-05T13:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T17:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T17:34:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to post something full on angst and emo, but, you know what, it's not worth the effort.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid brain is over thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a stop to that, and the mood doth improve.</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 4</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T01:58:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T01:58:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to Escape from Quicksand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] As soon as you start to sink, lay the pole on the surface of the quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Do not struggle, and move slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Flop onto your back on top of the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Work the pole to a new position: under your hips, and at a right angle to your spine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pole will keep your hips from sinking, as you (slowly) pull out first one leg, and then the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Take the shortest route to firmer ground, moving slowly.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 2-3</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T00:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T00:36:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stuck in Quicksand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally decided to pay a visit to your eccentric Uncle Elroy, who lives in a remote cabin in marshy backwater far off the main road.&amp;nbsp; While hiking out to the cabin, you pick up a long, straight branch to use as a walking stick.&amp;nbsp; A few minutes later, suddenly and without warning, you feel yourself sinking into the damp ground.&amp;nbsp; Struggling to pull your feet free, you find to your dismay that the more you pull, the harder it is to escape.&amp;nbsp; You're stuck in quicksand.&amp;nbsp; Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(A)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yell for help, even though there is little chance anyone will hear your cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(B)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Move your legs in a running motion in attempt to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(C)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Place your walking stick under your hips, lie on your back, and float out of the quicksand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Place your stick vertically in the quicksand until you feel solid ground below, then attempt to hike out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Answer"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer:&amp;nbsp; (C)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Well.......</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T19:39:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-03T19:39:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/zombie-quiz" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 244px; background: url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/zombie/big_badge.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-top: 35px;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Success!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T19:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-03T19:34:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I had an urge to hit Mardens today (local discount / damaged goods sort of place).&amp;nbsp; I don't usually go since my Ex lives on that side of the river.&amp;nbsp; But I wanted a couple tools anyway that I figured they would have (needle pliers are ever so useful things) so I've been gearing up for a trip anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had biking stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a helmet and some shorts for less than a 'new' pair of shorts at one of the local shops.&amp;nbsp; Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of bike helmets... but with some of the idiots I've run into, and since I'll likely be out 3 times a week, I figured it'd be a worthy investment.</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-02T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T17:55:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T17:55:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People confuse me.</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: June 1</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T02:28:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T02:28:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's Hero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Krohn began a walk along the perimeter of the United States with a wheelbarrow on this day in 1908.&amp;nbsp; The journey laster 357 days, during which Krohn walked 9,024 miles.&amp;nbsp; The long days on the road wore out 11 pairs of shoes, 112 pairs of socks, and 5 wheels for the wheelbarrow.</content>
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    <title>Hmmm</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T01:31:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T01:31:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I braved the outdoors.. dodging racing police cars, sirens blaring, and squinting into the brilliant orange sun to get Chinese.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the place I thought existed didn't anymore.  Would up getting Thai instead.  The crab ragoons had curry powder in them - interesting, but quite good with the sweet and sour sauce they came with.  The pork lo mein was similarly not quite what I expected, but certainly decent.&amp;nbsp; The pork was actual quality slices of pork, which shocked the hell out of me. Very good pork!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Chinese craving relatively satisfied, I continued working on one project.&amp;nbsp; Didn't get as much done as I'd hoped, but I figured out the last of the logistical issues in doing it.&amp;nbsp; So that's good.&amp;nbsp; May work on the rest later.. or maybe just do it later this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I want to wrap it up this weekend.&amp;nbsp; If I don't get distracted, I should be able to.&amp;nbsp; Biggest time issue is I'm going to need to wait for some wood stain to dry on - you guessed it! - wood.&amp;nbsp; Probably should have done that earlier this week, but I really didn't think of it.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention I wasn't sure if I wanted to stain it, but I think I will.&amp;nbsp; And I already have the stain.&amp;nbsp; Just need to get more dowels tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going to sit back, maybe make some playlists for my mp3 player and poke at the internet and chill for a bit here.&amp;nbsp; Then see what (or who) strikes my fancy.</content>
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    <title>quilzas @ 2007-06-01T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T22:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T22:32:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm having a really hard time boning myself up to pay $55+ for biking shorts, even though I really need some and know they'd be well worth the money.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o.o</content>
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    <title>Worst-Case Scenario: May 31</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T01:01:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T01:01:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to Preserve&amp;nbsp; a Severed Finger, Hand, or Limb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Gently wash the severed item with water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it in a moist clean cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Wrap it once more in a watertight material (such as a plastic bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Keep it cold, but DO NOT FREEZE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A limb saved in this manner can remain viable for reattachment for up to six hours.</content>
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