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  <title>On and On......</title>
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    <title>One of those days..... Again.</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T11:23:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T15:12:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever have one of those mornings where you just want to go back to bed? That would be this morning for me. Shit just kept going wrong. First the electrical socked where I plug in my cell phone fell out of the wall at some point last night. So my cell phone which was almost dead last night, is all the way dead this morning. Then I go to plug my iPod into my laptop, only to receive an error stating that I may have a corrupt iPod, please disconnect and retry. Fucking yay for that. So then I have to google how to manually reset my iPod. Which if you ever need to do it requires to hold down the "menu" and "select" buttons, and in about 6 seconds the apple symbol shows up and it restarts, I had no idea. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle. Yo Joe!! Err….. Anyways…… Next I try to download an episode of Bones to watch during lunch today. Now I get the error that the network connection is not working. It seemed to work just fucking fine when iTunes charged me 1.99 for the episode. And it worked just fine when I googled how to reset the iPod, oh and I was logged into AIM. But apparently when it comes to downloading the episode I was already charged for, well of course there is no network connection. Yep it's one of THOSE days. And even though I slept decently, regardless of the fact that I was woken up several times last night, I was still friggin tired this morning. I went to brush my teeth and realized at the last minute I was about to put shaving cream on my toothbrush. I've done this before mind you, you'd think it wouldn’t bother me. Oh and to top it off, I dropped the bottle of shampoo on my foot. My toe still hurts. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! And I'm not a morning person. Not at all. So now I'm even more of an asshole then usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a completely side note. Is it too much to ask to have a Pope that doesn’t look feeble. Seriously. They keep showing Pope Benedict in Turkey, and he looks like one of those old men in the nursing home that has no clue what the hell is going on and needs to have his diaper changed. Yeah, going to hell. I know……</content>
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    <title>I am the devil!! Kinda funny.</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T18:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-25T18:59:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really &amp;quot;Satan&amp;quot; at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:70540</id>
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    <title>Dell and Fedex</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T13:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T13:49:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let us play the follow my new laptop around the country. Now keep in mind I paid for the 1 business day delivery. It was picked up by Fedex in Nashville, TN on Nov 2nd at 844am. Now since I paid for 1 business day delivery, logic would dictate that my laptop would arrive the next day, and I was actually off on friday so I would definitely be home for delivery. But it seems from Nashville they, being fedex, felt the need to send my laptop to Indianapolis, IN. Why do you ask? I have no fucking idea. It arrived in Indiana on Nov 4th at 227am. Now I'm thinking at this point even fedex wasnt sure why they fuck they sent it there. So then it left Indiana on Nov 5th at 1205am, and then arrived at 514am in Memphis, TN. So let's track out progress so far. My laptop has gone from Tennessee, to Indiana, and then back to Tenessee. Now just to be sure I didnt fuck up my address, I checked to see where I told Dell to ship the laptop. Yep it says current address in Virginia. Hmmmmm so I guess I can see why they felt the need to send it every-fucking-where else but Virginia. Dude!!!! I'm pissed. So now it may show up either tomorrow or Tuesday. If I'm lucky. Oh and dell is so refunding my shipping on this. Total bullshit. And to top it all off. I'm working both Monday and Tuesday. With my luck they'll come by when no one is home. And I fly to San Diego on Thursday. UGh. Why couldnt they just use UPS again??</content>
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    <title>Cant sleep</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T04:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T04:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate when I cant sleep. I think too much. And it's odd b/c Dalan has really been on my mind this week. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just really miss him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:69956</id>
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    <title>Some people are just dumb</title>
    <published>2006-10-09T03:17:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-09T03:17:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pills - Charlotte Martin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Or at least they are more dumb then the usual amount of dumbness. Last week I get this phone call at like 1130 at night. I didnt know the number, so I didnt answer it. Everyone that knows me, knows not to call me that late. I work at 6am. I get up at 430am. I have a hard fucking time most nights just getting to sleep. And of course this was one of those nights when I did actually fall asleep. There is a point, stay with me just a few more minutes. A few days later the person that called me IM's me. It's some guy i've chatted with a few times online.I still have no idea why I ever gave him my number. Stupidity probably. That's a good enough reason as any. So he IM's me with "I havent talked to you in a few days...." And i'm thinking. TAKE THE HINT. I dont want to talk to you. If I did, I would say something. And I havent said anything. If I wanted to hang out with you, then I'd call you and say, hey man let's hang out or some shit. But I havent done any of that because I dont want to. And why dont I want to? Because you are a pretty boy fag that is completely hooked on how they look above all else. FUCK. All these things run through my mind as a possible response. I finally do respond with the typical "I've been working a lot, or I've been doing laundry, or I've been grinding dead babies into cat food" Something equivlant to I've been busy washing my hair and dont want to be bothered. So I say to the guy "Please do not call me late at night. I have to get up early for work and I have a hard time falling asleep as it is" I tried to be a little less asshole then usual. Trust me on this, THAT took a lot of effort for me. Asshole just comes naturally to me. So then, and get this, he says "I already said I'm sorry (apparently he left a voicemail but I couldnt be bothered to listen to it and I deleted it), besides I'm sure I work longer hours then you anyways." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt add his name to my block list fast enough.</content>
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    <title>Sometimes things just dont go your way....</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T10:48:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T10:48:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Or if you're me, things dont go your way most of the time. I've kind of gotten used to it. I dont like it, but oh well, that's life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new car is all of 4 months old. 7500 miles on it. I love my car. Then I get a letter from Chrysler. Guess what??? They want it back. Ok just kidding. Actually they might just want the engine back. I kid you not. Apparently some of the engines were built incorrectly or some shit. Something about rod shaft bearing 2 or some shit have sand in it. I dont remember exactly. All I know is that I have to take the car in on Wednesday morning, and leave it there like all day. It takes 5 hours to tear the engine apart and see if my car is one of the ones that is affected. Now I'm not too happy about this, but oh well. Now the fun part. If my engine does have the rod shaft (hahaha I cant help but laugh at that. I'm dirty I know) issue then they have to replace the entire engine. Fun shit eh??? We'll see what happens come Wednesday. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Sunday morning. I'm at work. Blah. I have 4 maintenance task assigned to me. They are all on high side servers. I dont have a high side account. weeeeeeeeeeeee I love my job. I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL I AM SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO OOOOOO Grey's Anatomy has so rocked so far this season. Only 2 episodes in. OK if I was Merideth my decision would have been made pretty damn quick. I would have picked the vet dude aka Robin. And here's why. She's with Derek. They are all in love. And then the ex comes back (ok technically they are still married). So he decides, I cant just walk away from my past and all those years, so we should see if it could work. He leaves her, goes back to the ex. So now, after being back with the ex for awhile he decided he does truly love Meredith and that things with the ex wont work. They do love each other, but are not so much in love with each other anymore. So la la la, he skips back to Meredith after she's been miserable for a year and says "Hey giggle tits I'm back, let's have the house and the picket fence and all that happy shit." Ok he didnt exactly say it like that, but it was implied. Heavily implied. Well you know what??? FUCK THAT. Seriously. If it were me, there would be no way in hell. You had your chance to be with me. I wasnt good enough. And now that I've found someone I'm just supposed to drop it all to be with you?? Too little too late. End of story. Time to kick it with the vet and have happy little sidekick type babies. But that's just what I would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm nothing else to say at this point. I think I'll play poker on my iPod for awhile.....</content>
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    <title>Apparently I have an agenda.....</title>
    <published>2006-09-27T11:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-27T11:22:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">According to a clip on CNN "To do away with the Dont ask dont tell military policy, would only advance the gay agenda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what agenda is that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didnt get the memo at the last meeting. Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes. And I gave them 10 years of my life too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was Sailor of the Year. if only they knew I had an agenda, I bet I wouldnt have gotten it then.</content>
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    <title>You gotta be kidding me.....</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T18:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T18:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's bad enough that CNN keeps showing that the New Orleans Football stadium is opening tonight like every 10 minutes, but what makes it even worse is when they state that FEMA contributed 115 million dollars towards the repairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about that for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how much of the city still looks like a war zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this bother anyone else?</content>
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    <title>It's been awhile....</title>
    <published>2006-09-24T12:11:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-24T12:11:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I havent had much to say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I've had plenty to say, but I just havent felt like posting..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just decided to come on here to bitch. It's what I'm good at. So here I am, my first Sunday shift. Yup it sucks ass. I knew it would. The help desk is empty. No calls in the queue. Only 4 tickets in remedy, none of which I can work on since it's Marine Corps shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! But wait...... There are two maintenance tasks assigned to me. Woohoo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that??? Did you just ask what is involved in maintenance? Or even what the standard procedures are for maintenance??? Funny, I asked the same question. Since no one here ever bothered to show me any of that. Updates are supposed to applied to servers at two different server farmers. How do I know which servers have been done? Where do I get the engineering approved updates from (yes they are different from the ones that Microsoft releases)?? Oh that's right, again no one showed this to me. Is it hard to do? No probably not. As a matter of fact I'm certain it's fairly easy. But you see, knowing the basics would be a huge plus here. So now I'm just going to sit here for the next 3 hours and wait until one of the guys from San Diego pops online and I can then try to find out what it is that I am supposed to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!!!! Hold on!!! What's this??? An email stating that there are 3 servers in the middle of being rebuilt that need to be finished. But damn I was never given a build book, nor was I ever shown what our team does, for certain sections of the build. Well fuck me. Again I'll just wait, and when my manager gets online, assuming he does I'm going to let him know that I have no idea what is involved in doing this time. You know why? B/c I was never trained. And trust me, I asked. Gotta love the management here. Christ I cant wait to be somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.</content>
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    <title>yay I'm home!</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T01:18:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T01:18:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I havent been home since Xmas, so I figured it was time to visit again. That and tomorrow is Mom's Bday so I figured I'd be the good son and pay a weekend visit. So 5 1/2 hours later I'm home. The cool thing is that it only took a little over a half tank of gas to get here. That totally rocks, the mustang would have been on empty before i got here. So woohoo and shit for that. Gas is still like 2.50 a gallon, oye. So that kinda sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think i'm making my mom drink more. And there is a reason i think this. I got home and we went to Don Pablo's for dinner. Mexican always works for me. Anyways so we get there, order some margarita's and our food and my mom asks "how is life?" So I give the usual "work sucks, blah blah blah" answer. SO then she says, "ok i'm confused, explain the Jason thing to me" So I do, mostly. Which is followed with "which one do you like?" And I say, "well both, but they arent with me, sometimes I sleep with one, sometime the other, sometimes both" So then she says "well i'm going to need another margarita." HAHAHA. That was fun. I think she just wants me to finally bring someone home is all. Someday....</content>
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    <title>Yay more tests</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T13:08:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T13:08:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold; color:black; font-size:12px; cursor:default;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #960000;"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;a=personality-tests&amp;amp;x=55991x35F547#s1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#FF0000; border-bottom:1px solid #960000; 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font-size:10px;"&gt;75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #500050;"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;a=personality-tests&amp;amp;x=55991x35F547#s5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#800080; border-bottom:1px solid #500050; border-right:1px solid #500050; border-top:1px solid #956397; width:36%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr=&amp;#39;#00FFFFFF&amp;#39;, EndColorStr=&amp;#39;#FF500050&amp;#39;);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;sh=y&amp;amp;ms=y" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;sh=y&amp;amp;ms=y&amp;amp;ur=55991x35F547" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;a=personality-tests&amp;amp;x=55991x35F547" target="_blank" style="margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;"&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lordmyspace.com" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myplaza.com.au" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;Ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21472" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;MySpace Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt; by Pulseware &lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au" style="text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;"&gt;Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:68184</id>
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    <title>A few realizations.....</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T09:54:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T09:54:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. I am doomed to always have some sort of loud noise or door slam on the nights when I do actually manage to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My alarm is set for 335am. I CANNOT hit snooze twice and still make it to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I MUST leave the house by 420am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really should do my breakfast / lunch prep before I got to bed, not as I'm rushing to get out the door (b/c I hit snooze twice, see #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My laundry simply will not wash itself. Especially the whites for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I need to either date an 18 year old, or find a guy with the sex drive of an 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I must get a new bed, sooner rather then later. My shoulder is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There will never be a porn staring the hot male cast of Battlestar Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My car will not call the dealership and schedule it's maintenance appointment on it's own. (I really gotta remember to do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. And finally, no matter how much I think about my blog entries, they will not appear online unless I actually sit down and type them out. (and I've had a few good ones recently, maybe someday they will make it out of my head. No promises though.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:68049</id>
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    <title>I'm bored, and these things amuse me.....</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T18:16:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T18:16:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:67627</id>
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    <title>irish??? how friggin true is that?</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T18:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T18:11:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Irish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/irish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprited and boisterous!&lt;br /&gt;You drink everyone under the table.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:67362</id>
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    <title>Political Profile</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T15:57:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T15:57:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="color: black;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBE5FE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 35% Conservative, 65% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:67126</id>
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    <title>How evil are you??</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T13:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T13:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 66% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case anyone wondered........</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:66827</id>
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    <title>stuff, stuff, stuff</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T10:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T10:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woohoo, only 12 tickets in the Sys Admin queue!!!! That's a huge difference from around xmas when it was well over 600. Of course that also means that I don’t have shit to do now. Just cant win sometimes, I know….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up this morning, talk myself out of bed and not calling off, trip over the ironing board, again, and take a really long ass shower. I eventually make it down stairs, trip over the kitty, again, and stumble into the kitchen to read my email before I head off to work at 415am. I am kinda confused as to why I found Jason's keys in the fridge though. I just kinda stood there for a minute and looked at them. Once I had finally convinced myself that there was no real reason for them to be there, I took them out and put them next to his wallet. I've done some odd shit before, but I havent put keys in the fridge. I did try to use toothpaste as shaving crème once though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a new kitty. Well not a new kitty, a 4 year old kitty. But it looks just like Itty, who died a few months ago. He was 17 years old, so it was just his time. This guy is the same size, almost. All black, almost, and has dandruff just like Itty did. He was orginally named Ebony, but then the shelter he was at renamed him Ebone, since Ebony is a girls name. And then it kinda morphed into Evan since Ebone, in my opinion, is just dumb. Evan seems to have only lasted like 2 minutes though, since I always refer to him as "Kitty!". It's just easier that way. And talk about an attention whore. Good lord. Jason told me at one point yesterday he had to go lock himself in the upstairs bedroom just so he could type on his laptop without having a kitty trying to lay across the keyboard. And he really doesn’t even acknowledge the 2 dogs in the house, so that's sort of a plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah…… what else? I almost forgot. Someone (jason) backed the Element (toaster) up into my new Charger. Left a few scratches and a minor dent, which he insists isnt there, but I can see it. Not too terribly upset. I prefer to keep the scratches to a minimum, but shit happens. Especially to me, shit seems to just seek me out. If shit is going to happen to someone, it usually tends to be with me. I'm a shit magnet I think. The funny thing about it though, is that when it happened he commented about how the Charger was parked at an angle in the drive way. And when he said this,  I didn’t say anything. But then a few minutes later it was brought up again. So then I decided to remind him that, technically, he was the last one to park the Charger. So if it was at an angle, then he was the one to put it there. ;-)  Either way it really doesn’t bother me, just something else to poke fun at. Besides it's just a car. And in three years it wont be mine anymore, and I'll get something else. Yay and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm going to go for a random walk around the building and then come back and look for some more forums to post on, since I'm bored outta my mind and fighting to stay awake.</content>
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    <title>more horoscope madness</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T17:55:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T17:55:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Your feelings may be playing a more important role in your life now than they normally do, but unfortunately they may be difficult to express. Most often you tend to emphasize mind over heart, yet today your emotions are getting stirred up from the subconscious, like the stuff that gets scraped up from the bottom of a pot of soup. Don't resist this movement. You can learn from your feelings, even if they make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh sometimes how these purposely vague phrases almost always manage to be so close to what's going on for me at the time. I wonder if the auther writes Hallmark cards too....</content>
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    <title>Yay for banana bread</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T14:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T14:29:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Holy fuck I hate mondays. HATE THEM WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple issues all over the place. But none of them involve any of my servers being down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users cant log in: Not my team, that would be AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN4 file server permissions issues: Not my team, that would be SAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secure websites not loading: Not my team, that would be Web Support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better damn well believe that the calls are all being directed to me. And the shift manager is flipping out about shift reports and help desk tickets. Fucking hell, this isnt a W2K issue. It's a connectivity, SAN issue. Why havent they actually been called yet? Oh yeah I forgot, b/c they expect me to call them. I'm a not the secretary. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD IS EXPLODING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank god I had some banana bread with me. Jason brought home a bunch of it from Starbucks since they had so much of it left when they closed. Because of all of these damn calls I didn’t get to go eat breakfast. Banana bread to save the day!!!!</content>
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    <title>Breaking News!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T09:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T09:25:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2 loud blasts heard in southern Beirut.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really???? 2 loud blasts???? In Beirut????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the same Beirut as the one that is Lebanon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the same Lebanon that is being bombed by Isreal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this really breaking news???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be a slow monday morning at the CNN offices......</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:scotimus:65890</id>
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    <title>Mel Gibson</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T11:29:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T11:29:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So now he has issued a second apology. Apparently one wasnt good enough. I guess he hasnt kissed enough ass yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude, shut the fuck up already. You are making yourself look even more like a tool then normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh that even the reports on CNN are making fun of him now because he keeps prattling on and on in his apology. Good lord. You said what was on your mind, dont apologize for it. sheesh.</content>
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    <title>Another fun horoscope</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T19:16:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T19:16:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If someone is trying to control you, remember that you could be blowing it out of proportion. Try to keep an even-keeled position, for a sudden outburst of irrational emotion will only make matters worse. You will need to be very fair-minded and steady as you take a stand for what is most important to you now.</content>
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    <title>Mouse suicide</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T12:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-31T12:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this is the actual activity log for a ticket that came in from a user. It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mouse jumped off my desk and committed suicide.  Knocked it’s little ball right out and the ring that’s supposed to hold it in is broken.  I took the mouse from the scan station so I need a replacement asap, please.  Thanks. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the mouse showed no unusual behavior before it jumped.&lt;br /&gt;deceased mouse location: Yorktown, building 1959.&lt;br /&gt;Replaced mouse with a spare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ever see shit like that online. I never expected to actually see one in the real world. Definitely made me laugh, and with the way this monday morning is going so far, it will probably be the only high point for the rest of the day.</content>
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    <title>Edited for time.....</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T10:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T10:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yay new fish tank!!! So I finally got a new 55 gallon tank. I've had a 29 gallon tank for the longest time and I had been wanting to get a bigger one. I want to put more German Rams in my tank, so I needed more space. Talk about kicking my ass though. Putting together the stand wasn’t fun at all, but once it was done I was happy with it. Transferring the plants and the fish was a bitch though. Only one fish died, but I don’t think he was doing well to begin with. It was cloudy and shit yesterday, but this morning when I left for work it was almost completely clear. With any luck by the time I get home it will be completely clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday felt like a complete waste of a day. I really didn’t do a damn thing that was constructive. Well I did get the lights on tank completely set up, but that took like an hour. The laundry is done, not folded, but it is clean at least. Other then that though, I didn’t do anything. I chatted online, which is a complete waste of fucking time. All I do is get more and more disappointed with it all. I watched two of my Netflix movies. I've had the same three movies for the last month or so. You know they are making some money off of me. So I watched Firewall and Rumor Has It. Both were just ok, and completely forgettable. They werent bad, just nothing to write home about as they say. There was a pretty cool line in the Rumor has it movie. Jennifer Aniston had cheated on her fiancee, and she went to his place to say she was sorry and that she wanted to make things right. So she said something along the lines of "I don’t want to say that I cant live without you, because I can live without you, I just don’t want to". I like that one, I'll be sure to remember that. I think I've been in that place before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there was another paragraph here, but I decided not to post it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided that the Boston thing just isnt going to happen. I entertained the idea of moving back up there for about a day. But the money just isnt as much as I make where I am at now. I cant bring myself to move back to a place with a higher cost of living, and then make less then I make now. It just isnt logical. I'm certain that I would enjoy the job a lot more then my current job. And I do still talk to a few people up there. But I'm sure I still wouldn’t be happy. That and I had another person tell me that I absolutely can not move to Boston. I guess it's nice to know that people want me around for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm the little Win2k light just lite up on my phone, which means that the helpdesk needs some helping right now. I guess I should go and do work things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it 5 yet?</content>
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    <title>News stupidity....</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T12:07:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm watching Fox news in between calls this morning. There is a reporter that just asked a person "Are you happy that you were evacuated from Lebanon?" Did they really just ask that question? Would you be happy if you were rescued from a country that was currently being bombed?? And then the 2nd question that was asked to another woman "Were you worried about your son when you found out what was happening in Lebanon?" Again with the questions asking the obvious. Unless this woman is the devil himself, I'm pretty fucking sure she was worried. Idiots… Oh and to top it off, E.D. Hill then makes a comment that all the people that are being evacuated on the cruise liners that were sent there should be charged some kind of fee. You know, obviously b/c it was their fault that they were there when all of this started. Oh and yes, she is a blond, it has never been more apparent then right now.</content>
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