tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61251532011-04-22T02:35:53.715ZTravelling down an old, dusty highway that twists and turns as it sprawls out across a desert and eventually hits a lush, green mountain pass before extending into the sky, I never stop learning.~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.comBlogger2201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1172767321908669262007-03-01T16:42:00.000Z2007-03-01T16:42:02.726Z

"People are like cakes.  Many of the ingredients may taste horrible on their own, but once combined and properly baked, can form a wide variety of complex creations."I'd said something like the above to my counsellor a good year or so ago; I've since tried to shorten it.  Don't know if I've succeeded since I cannot remember the exact thing I said.  Still, I recall her eyes blinking open in

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I was looking for an email from Adagio's tea forums when I happened across an email.After reading this email, it dawned on me that I never submitted a blog to this site mentioning that the blog has moved.Blush.For those of you who have been wondering at my lack of words lately, rest assured I am still posting. Just not here. Blogger allows me to host my own blog and email my posts to it. Can't

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Regarding my recent engagement, I said to someone yesterday, "Oh, thank you, do you have any advice for us newcomers to this odd new world?" I was half-joking about the advice, but he sure did offer some and I listened willingly. He's been married twice and said the first time it only lasted two years and he was devastated. His dad had seen a LOT of marriages fail and comforted him by

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I have a proposal for ya. It is with the utmost pleasure that I shall propose to announce a proposal. And its acceptance.Yes. I am engaged. So is Dale for that matter. To each other no less. (Phew!)Wow, it still seems weird to actually say that. I have and am now a fiancee. *blink, blink*I once swore off relationships, vowed never ever to live with anyone ever ever ever again after moving

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1159454000580529392006-09-28T14:33:00.000Z2006-09-28T14:33:20.596Z

If you choose the right settings.  After minutes of checking for it to display, I went into my postings and found it sitting there as a Draft.  That explains the “Publish” option I didn’t check for fear of publishing the email address I created for this purpose…   Let’s see if this one works!   ~nv

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1159453601910951722006-09-28T14:26:00.000Z2006-09-28T14:33:58.750Z

I just found out I can /email/ posts to my blog… interesting… so here’s my first attempt. Of course formatting and such may be lost to defaults, but… neat idea!! ~nv

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This is both a remarkable tale of adventure, and one of those "You might be a geek if..." things. The latter will come at the end.A friend of ours (let's call him "Mike") recently wrote about an adventure he had in the park he looks after. This park is huge, and has a wide variety of trails to walk or bike on. It's a beautiful place to get away from the more city-like appearance only blocks

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1159422514081433362006-09-28T05:36:00.000Z2006-09-28T05:51:30.790Z

www.longtrailfestivalvt.com is my newest website creation. It's simple, but I like simple, and it gets the point across. I admit, however, that I obliged my need to use Xara by creating buttons for it. Took me 1.5 hours to purchase and forward the domain, create the buttons, write the code, splash some humour into the pages, and upload everything to the server.Did this for a friend, actually,

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I've been listening to Bond the last half hour or so and OMG are they good... inspiration from them hath created a poem, below. Off to bed for mine tired self now.Kashmir2006092511 - ©2006 WLLpower power how I love the powerthe power of musickashmir softness of the Bondheavy strings are in the airI heed the callfollow me, I follow themwalking cellos made of glassimpose their beauty on the

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For those of you who care, my website has been updated. (My personal one, that is, psychomuse.com.) Xara's been very good to me and I had to flaunt it a bit. Tee hee.I'm in, like, super design mode lately. It's insane. Helped Dale with his site last night by creating little Xara things for him such as a spinning wheel for his new iPod nano and such funstuffs. Then I tackled my site, which

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158939316527504612006-09-22T15:32:00.000Z2006-09-22T15:37:30.483Z

Help me... Help me... Help me... I'm being attacked by quizzes...You are the Thumb!!!!!You are extremely unique. You enjoy surprising people with your new ideas that can take you to new heights. You could be a comedian someday, or a job not even made up yet! You have so much individuality! Congrats for being... yourself!

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158938951420869072006-09-22T15:25:00.000Z2006-09-22T15:30:03.666Z

Honest. I am.. resisting... the urge... and suddenly have an urge to listen to "Futile, the star trek remix" where "Resistance Is Futile."Yeah. I'm insane. It's been proven time and time again but let's allow the proof to manifest itself yet again, shall we? ;)My former English teacher emailed me a few weeks ago, I responded, and she's not written back. Reminds me of a few friends of mine.

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158938500957575072006-09-22T15:08:00.000Z2006-09-22T15:21:41.103Z

But they're fun. I've NO idea why, but they are. Maybe it's some ego thing. Who knows. Maybe there should be a quiz on that... ;)You scored as Green. Green is mostly associated with 'envy'but it best suits the description of freshness, rebirth and renewal.You believe that sometimes it is best to start things fresh just forthe energising buzz an adventure gives you. And this is what youare

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Yes, I'm still at it... stupid quizzes... You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist,and you should major in journalism! Like me, you arepassionate about writing and expressing yourself, and youwant the world to understand your beliefs through writing.Linguistics92%Journalism92%Engineering75%Psychology75%Philosophy75%Biology67%English67%Theater67%Sociology67%Art67%Mathematics58%

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Okay, now I KNOW this is a waste of time!!! LOL!!!!! (I can hear it now... "But Mom, the website said..." "I don't care!! SHUT THAT KEYBOARD OFF NOW!!! You'll wake up the dead!!!")You Should Be a MusicianYou have a rare combinations of talents: an ear for music, nimble fingers, and the willpower to practice.You could master almost any instrument you choose to play (if you haven't already!)

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158872254389471942006-09-21T20:57:00.000Z2006-09-21T20:57:34.393Z

I tell ya... waste of time...You Are 50% Feminine, 50% MasculineYou are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.Are You Masculine or Feminine?

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158872115540640202006-09-21T20:54:00.000Z2006-09-21T20:55:15.566Z

Stupid quizzes... what a wonderful way to waste time...You Are Incredibly LogicalMove over Spock - you're the new master of logicYou think rationally, clearly, and quickly.A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!How Logical Are You?

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You Are a ChimeraYou are very outgoing and well connected to many people.Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.What Mythological Creature Are You?

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You scored as The Rowan. In Celtic astrology, you're a Rowan tree.The animal symbol that accompanies this tree is the dragon.The ancient Druids say Rowan people have powerful imaginationsand are idealistic, progressive, humanitarian, spiritual and good withchange. However, Rowans may be prone to restlessness, quarreling,impatience or aloofness.The Rowan70%The Birch65%The Holly65%The Ash60%The

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Now, this is cool. I was informed the other day at work that I have a "Citrix" account. Up until that day, I was only aware that Citrix was a remote access tool so one can log into things from most any internet connection. Once I heard /I/ had an account, however... WELL... this is one nifty utility. You type in the address provided, log in, and vóìlá, you have access to things at work. I

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Anticipated birth date: 2/3/06iMac!! (gender and name as yet unknown)20-inch TFT active matrix LCD2.16GHz Intel Core Duo1680x10504MB shared L2 Cache250GB SATA 7200rpmSuperDrive 8X (DVD=R DL/DVD+-RW/CD-RW)Apple Wireless Kbd/Mighty MouseMac OS XATI Radeon X1600/256MB GDDR3 SDRAM (pci express)2GB 667 DDR2 SDRAM (2x1GB)Built-in AirPort Extreme (802.11g, 54Mbps)Bluetooth 2.0+EDRApple RemoteiSightUSB

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I just happened to glance over at my business card and noticed that I'd put "Technician" on there under my name. At the time, I was called a "Data Center Operator" but I knew a bit more than /just/ an operator. So I didn't think it presumptuous of me to call myself a technician for my side business. After all, I have done some hardware and software troubleshooting on occasion which some of my

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Well, by the time I got back to my shopping experience, my cart was emptied. I didn't feel like clickity-ing anymore so I gave up for today, but I did click on a few more things just to see what they were. I saw these things at Victoria's Secrets called "adhesives." I started wondering again what women wear when they wear backless dresses and such. Perhaps these? What about people looking

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158594325634035052006-09-18T15:40:00.000Z2006-09-18T15:45:25.840Z

I've been poking around Victoria's Secrets on the 'net this morning in search of additional bras. Some might find it risqué to mention, but I'm going to mention my appreciation for racerback, padded, front enclosure bras because it's taken me a long time to figure out what all these types of bras are and when I find clothing I like, I LOVE it.When I go into a typical store around these parts, I

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20060916 - early a.m.I'm up late, reading forums and such. I happened across one about some former jock who discoveredan iMac. Apparently he's all excited about it and wants to know how to become a geek. Hehheh. Well, someone wrote something about broadband being sexy. They mentioned even the sound of dialupbeing a turn-on. I got to thinking about how I love listening to various computer

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1158340175191198562006-09-15T17:07:00.000Z2006-09-15T17:09:35.220Z

You can find anything at Google.I put anything into the search box, and I get 701,000,000 results in .10 seconds.Cool, huh? ;)~nv

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Something was bugging me all day yesterday. Every time I saw 9/13 somewhere, I'd think, "Today is special. What's so special about it? Why can't I remember?" It finally dawned on me around 10:30pm at work.Peter Cetera's birthday!!I don't remember if I celebrated last year or not. I know a lot has happened in my life to allow me less and less time for celebrating Peter's achievements over

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PhotoShop is just way too scary. I've become so accustomed to several of its tools that it's starting to be an extension of my imagination instead of a graphical tool.I just finished an hour-long endeavor which I embarked upon for Aflac. He won a race last night and the guy who normally does the "winner" photoshoppings either didn't have time or couldn't find a good theme or whatever. So Aflac

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CVS Photofinishing. I'm rather impressed. Have been for a while. Granted, I'm not experienced with having digital photos printed in many places, but I'm certainly happy with the results of my digital prowess when it's applied to photographic paper at CVS.Today, for the first time, I submitted my order online instead of bringing my memory stick into the store itself. I indicated I would pick

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1157551820879118872006-09-06T13:13:00.000Z2006-09-06T14:18:46.166Z

And you may ask yourself, "Did that cat really just bite my head off?" And you may ask yourself, "Did that guy really come into my life?" And you may ask yourself, "Is this really our awesome place?"I was introduced to Talking Heads by a friend's son. I ended up dating him briefly, and when the dalliance ended, so did my beginning appreciation for the music he'd brought to my awareness. The

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1156510400653389412006-08-25T12:30:00.000Z2006-08-25T12:53:20.790Z

Mewanted to share some awesome news, which is like, fourfold.01. First and most importantly, Aflac is awesomely supportive. I knew this, but it's been recently demonstrated again as I shared some really good news with him (see 04. below).02. Secondly, my mom is doing very well. I'm very happy about that.03. Thirdly, we met a few new friends for dinner last night, and I can honestly say that not

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1156355479835659982006-08-23T17:40:00.000Z2006-08-23T17:51:19.856Z

So far so good. I let things crank themselves up to 61C on-die. No loss of internet connectivity whatsoever. However, the test is incomplete because I forgot to reset the 65C limit in the BIOS for auto shutdown. Doh. So when the die finally spiked up and hit 65C, she shut down. Whups.However, this went on for a good hour before 65C was reached. I tried a few different things: a/c on fan;

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Well, I've been having some crashing issues lately, but so far since I blew some dust out of my video card, reseated it, took out the light, and removed one of the hard drives, it's been ok.This problem has, however, been intermittent. So I've installed SpeedFan and am waiting to see if it crashes. SF is set to email me when the temp hits a certain temp, which it's now doing. I figure I can

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1155911919429675072006-08-18T14:25:00.000Z2006-08-18T14:38:39.473Z

This post is about Ryobi, a new brand I found through a friend at work. He loaned me his Tuff Sucker P710, an 18 volt handheld cordless wet/dry vacuum.Aflac wasn't impressed this morning as I vacuumed a few things in the livingroom, but I think I am. Not that I have much experience with vacuums, but I do know that this little bugger picks up at /least/ as well as my cheap little upright (which

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1155832729110336522006-08-17T15:39:00.000Z2006-08-17T16:38:51.200Z

Aflac and I went camping last friday and saturday night. It was awesome. First we tried to rent a paddleboat but they'd already closed. We'd left our cameras in the truck, and since we'd hiked down to the lake, we simply wandered around and went back to our site. But once we had our cameras, we wandered around taking pictures until it was almost too dark to see the trail. Then we watched

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1155829181865886012006-08-17T15:38:00.000Z2006-08-17T15:39:41.883Z

... you press "9" before dialing from your home phone...

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Okay, I just made a literary blunder, and it was with Aflac's mom of all people. Actually, that might have been a good thing, as she finds many of my antics funny anyway. Nonetheless, I am currently blushing up a storm.See, I was describing to her this wonderful pond around the corner from us where swimming is a must. A few emails later and I said something along the lines of getting her down

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1153925334038321732006-07-26T14:43:00.000Z2006-07-26T14:48:54.163Z

Yesterday I got a response from a coworker about the possibility of writing lyrics for him. He's been complaining for years that he's not happy with his own writing and wishes someone could write for him. Yet he's ignored my offers to do just this. Until yesterday, when I blatantly sought out his reasons as to why. (I don't pretend that the closest I can get to being good at music is writing

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Well, Blogger.com is once again having some technical difficulties (or rather, I am), and I've got a need to write, so I shall write in my log and post later. I just finished washing my truck and putting Rain-X all over the windshield. That stuff is awesome. Rain-X is one of those things, though, that agrees with the saying, "Less is more." You put on just a little bit and work it in, let it dry,

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1153407501032094412006-07-20T14:55:00.000Z2006-07-20T15:05:00.396Z

I stayed up late last night and let the hamsters loose in my playpen, and after a while of watching them around the wires, came to the conclusion they’re not wire biters. But Sandy found the door and tried to squeeze under it. She was way too fat but I got nervous so I pulled her away. OMG!! She held onto the carpet with just her front claws, those itty bitty little things! It was like in

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Gracie, the rat, has discovered Cream-Of-Wheat. I admit it was rather comical, albeit messy.I had cinammon toast, cream of wheat with blueberries, and a cup of Ovaltine for breakfast a short while ago. Gracie's cage was open on my desk as is customary before I leave for work. She first smelled my toast, and promptly came out looking for a treat. I gave her some and soon she was done toting it

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This is one heck of a learning curve for me this week. Mom emailed me today to see if I was all right, because I had seemed stressed when we went up to visit her. In her typical analytical approach to my psychological well-being, she attempted to back up her theory with examples.I feel liberated today. In the past, I would have taken offense to this. I would have assumed she was trying to

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Drudging up the past is not one of my favourite things to do these days, but I think if I write all these thoughts out it will help me to dispel any remaining angst I still harbour towards myself and others due to this particular sequence of events.A couple years ago, I met this wonderful person at school (who I will call Bill for some reason unbeknownst to me). He and I became friends, and

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So, yesterday, Aflac comes home, his eyes all aglow. I was so happy to see him and gave him big hugs and all that mushy yucky stuff and he proceeded to tell me about his day.Earlier that morning as he left for work, I told him I was headed into town later and wanted to know if he needed anything at a store. He was like, "Oh! Yeah!! Cream cheese??" I said okey dokey. So later on I did my

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No real subject there, just a ramble. Apparently I sing better solo than I do with music. Kitty is probably missing Aflac's attention and that's why she meows constantly when she can get away with it. I'm addicted to Sudoku. And today so far I have picked up the living room, threw out bad food, did the dishes, picked up my laundry, eaten breakfast (two potatoes), watered the lizards, recorded

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Okay, so here I go again. I'm in the singing mood.This started because I got to hear a demo version of Man In Me by Joseph Williams. Yes, he was one of the song's writers, and yes, Peter Cetera sang it on his own album, "World Falling Down." But this version is actually Joseph Williams!! :)He's pretty good, and for some reason I wanted to sing along. Then I got into a conversation with a

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Yes, again. I can't help it. I got my license, got a truck, and I've been obsessing over vehicles ever since. To make matters worse, I now have even more options in my future, because I learned how to drive a manual transmission over the weekend. Not exactly /easy/ mind you, but certainly not difficult to the point where I'm terrified of buying my own manual transmission some day down the

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Oh, and for some wonderfully awesome news, I now have two new additions to my little critter family. Their names are Sandy and Peaches, and they are two young female Syrian hamsters. These are in addition to Gracie the Rat, as well as Lancelot and Guinevere (my two green anoles). I'm going to attempt a couple pictures here. :)

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Yanno, I was just starting to like Windoze again. But then I redid everything... and went to put my 200GB drive in which contains all my pictures... and it wanted to do an error check on drive J. Which is the drive with the pictures. Now, error checks are fine, but I happen to recall from experience a point in time when I'd used Partition Magic on this drive. When I rebooted, Windoze did an

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Whooo, hoooo! Last night Aflac created this super cool widget JUST FOR MY RSS FEED!! For this blog, no less. Okay, granted, this is my ONLY RSS feed, but still... YAY!! WTG, Aflac!! It's cool, too, with its "stained glass" effect - it looks like lizard scales!! (I've got two lizards so this is particularly neat to me.) The fiery sparky things in the background is part of Aflac's wallpaper

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First off, I was stupid last week and gave myself some evil spyware. This is the second time I've ever given myself something against my own better judgement. The first time was when I saw this email with a .jpg attached. I wasn't sure who it was from, but the name sounded familiar, so I figured it must have been a long-lost friend from an old group I'd left. I opened the attachment just as I

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ONCE IN MY LIFE2006060951 - ©2006 WLLOnce in my life was I happyI saw your finger pointing the wayAt my side you would teach meThe ways to surviveAnd how to endure another bad dayYears passed us by, they were snappyI saw your brown hair turning to grayAt my side you would hate meAnd I would hate youFor all of the things that you wouldn't sayAgain in my life was I happyI saw my own finger pointing

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Okay, so I might be turning into Foamy, but here's a couple of rants anyway.1. People who repeatedly stick your email address into website boxes after you ask them not to should have their internet access revoked, no questions asked. Then every piece of spam you get should magically appear in their physical mailbox so they have to throw out virtual trees.2. Spammers should be shot, drawn,

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I went shopping today for camp/survival stuff, amongst other things. Been a while since I splurged so I got meself: 1. foldup shovel (it's my first shovel other than the little snow one) 2. little mess kit (last weekend I wanted to boil water for tea but didn't have a heatable container, and plus, it's cool to have miniature pots and pans that weigh about as much as a CD) 3. potable water

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... that whole thing I'd posted about on May 4th (which I just read for the first time after blurting it out through my fingertips)... well, it was indeed resolved within a couple days after that posting. First off, I was getting over it, and then Aflac said something that I questioned, so we ended up talking about quite a bit. My hormones calmed down, I came to my senses, he came to his, and we

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I've finally come to a pre-conclusion that maybe I'm dehydrated all the time and it's so normal for me that I don't know it. My reasoning:1. I've never drank as much as I "should." (I barely wash down 30 oz a day outside of food, and sometimes not that much).2. I've always been a "camel" (i.e., peed every 6-12 hours, averaging 8).3. I've never sweat very much and seldom use deodorant unless I

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This is a frog. Or a toad. I'm really not sure how they figure those things out. Anywho, I've been experiencing an interesting day today... was supposed to have a meeting today and it was cancelled. Thankfully I checked just before I left to find out where it was. Otherwise I would have gone. As it turns out, it's a good thing I was at home today... and that I didn't have to work this

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...in my playpen. What on EARTH is the matter with me? I've been asking myself this for hours now. The last couple of weeks have been exruciatingly tiresome for me, just because I've been on the go constantly, so little time to myself to simply sit back, relax, and do absolutely nothing but think, ponder, or even just stare into space.I know from experience that when my mind is full of

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Check this out. I'm going get myself pampered for a change. I'm terrified, though. (Is it pampering when you're afraid of it?) My hair has been driving me insane for weeks, the little wispy things in face, etc. So I inwardly decided it would get chopped off so it could NOT get in my face unless it grew bionic arms and said, "Ah HAAAAA!!! Take THAT!!!! YOU CAN'T BEAT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

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If I acquire one more item in my household I swear I'll... well, okay, I suppose it depends on what it is, but... there is stuff EVERYWHERE. All stuff I "can't live without." Bullsh**. Well, I've been slowly getting accustomed to the idea that stuff consists of a bunch of things that can, for the most part, be replaced eventually, and it has a tendency to create a large mess when you decide to

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Hey, it's not every day you're featured as one of three guests on such an awesome podcast... And my boyfriend and I both were featured this past weekend!! Go to http://www.mytriviapodcast.com/ to hear us at the end. Horrid to know my voice is out there being listened to (or turned off) but still, it's cool!Anywho, *promote promote* I've been listening to this podcast for a few months now. It

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We Renamed The Moona personal parody of the Waterboys' "The Whole Of The Moon"42006042151 - ©2006 WLLI picture a rainbowTouching down on the landI used to have flashesBut I had no planI wandered out on the streets for yearsWhile I just stayed in my roomI looked through WindowsAnd hated all versions of DoomAll versions of DoomYou weren't there playing TilesYou had rocks at your heelsYou

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I woke up this morning dreaming of an evil pc that has been kicking my butt since yesterday morning. This is no ordinary pc. It's newish, so it started out fast enough. But as I worked on it, it became progressively slower until I was bordering on tears. There's no apparent cause other than perhaps Norton Internet Security 2006, but after uninstalling it, I could no longer get the little

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There is one rap artist that I like. Correction. That I love. That would be Eminem. Talk about being open-minded (considering I generally hate rap)… but he’s really good in a heart-wrenching sort of way. He speaks of his childhood, his fans, his daughter, his rise to stardom in his music - which I do deem as music because his spoken lyrics have so much poetic style that it’s as if he’s

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Okay, so I've not blogged in a while, but today I MUST blog. Today I write about Apple Computer. It's an awesome company in my eyes. Here are some of my more recent experiences.01. I ordered a PhotoBook through iPhoto on Aflac's iMac. It's very easy to lay out and customize despite the tiny resolution that Aflac's got things set at. The only problem I had was this auto-fill message on

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Well last sunday I came down with what I thought was the fluBut here it's sunday once again and it seems that I'm still feeling youI cough and I choke and I'm blowing my noseAt times I swear my throat is clogged with pantyhoseI get up and I drink and I try to watch tvBut I hack and I spit and I know who snores - it's meThrough the night I'm wide awake even though I'm still asleepBut if you asked

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First off, I just want to say that being a morning person can really suck on Saturdays when you'd rather sleep in with a special someone. It just stinks. Because you lay there all cuddled up, listening to snoring, and your mind is racing a hundred thousand miles a minute, trying to decipher dreams, thinking about the March of the Penguins you saw last night (and wondering how they 'do it' since

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1140807393584618452006-02-24T13:56:00.000Z2006-02-24T21:14:18.096Z

Okay, okay, so mom might be slightly right about me having to have three of everything. But how can I not?? Look at these little buggers:http://www.toyota.com/matrix/index.html?s_van=GM_TN_MATRIX_INDEXhttp://www.toyota.com/prius/index.html?s_van=GM_TN_PRIUS_INDEXhttp://automobiles.honda.com/models/exterior_colors.asp?ModelName=Civic+Hybridhttp://automobiles.honda.com/models/exterior_colors.asp?

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I was up watching Xena last night while Aflac did some racing and right in the middle of this really exciting part of Xena I remember thinking "Drat. I think I'm going to fall asleep soon. What time is it?" It was around 10:30pm. Following that, these were my thoughts, all separated by some indeterminate amount of time."I should probably go to bed. Nah, I wanna watch this.""Crap, I'm

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There was this special paper I once used as a kid in school. It was of a dark, waxy color, usually black, but they also had dark red, blue, green, etc. You took a scraper thingie and scratched lines into it. The waxy top coat came off to reveal rainbow colours underneath. A kid could make some pretty cool drawings in this manner!I remember trying to duplicate the concept with markers, white

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I was out and about checking my email earlier and ran across a comment for this blog. In it was the request that I do not stop writing.I was deeply touched by this, I mean, it's nice to know people actually read this stuff and get something out of it. But I still recoiled at the mere thought of never writing again. Egads. Not write? It's one of the strongest urges I've ever had, this writing

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Okay, I almost forgot to post this. A geekfriend was down the other day installing Linux on an old laptop. I wasn't exactly feeling 100% geekish, so I got involved in my Legos. I decided to sort them. Guess I've been organizing a lot lately...Anywho, as I neared the end of the bucket, I saw what first looked like a clear 1x2 Lego brick. I thought, "Hm, that reminds me of an RJ-45 connector." Then

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Eeks, I'm listening to the album that one of my ex-boyfriends had given me - it's on Raven and just came up on my playlist a bit ago. My mother was right about his style. Very rigid. Not surprising, though, considering his personality. It's funny, I think I saw him downtown one night when I was driving home, maybe a month or two ago. Since then, I've thought of him (and other exes) often. I don't

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The PCA, that is.There is a certain air of melancholy decisiveness in my playpen right now. I knew Peter Cetera was playing in New York, but I figured it was in a big city like NY, NY. I had no desire to go there because it was too far for my liking and too big. It turns out it's in Verona. Tonight I found out exactly where Verona is. It's barely 4 hours from where I live!I rushed into

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You might be a geek if someone mentions your CD coasters and you defend yourself by saying "But I don't want condensation getting on my peripherals!!"(Yep, I just defended myself to a friend a moment ago...)~nv

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Aflac dragged out two little cookbooks for me this morning. I knew he had a crockpot but I'd never used one so all I knew was that you throw stuff in and cook it for hours. No idea how (does it steam, bake, what?) so when he suggested we cook something in it this weekend, I was quite excited (something new you see). It sounds like very little to really get excited over, actually, but I'm

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wine that is. but it's okay, because i don't drink that often, and i love wine, the way it heats up my throat with that nice feeling of warmth.Anywho, I can still spell I think. It's just after midnight and I've realized that with Adobe Photoshop, that drat, I've lost my thought... I've realized that you need to recognize the proper photos for the proper effects. Duh, but still... like,

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Aflac sent me an article about cough syrups. It's located here: http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20060109150409990002&ncid=NWS00010000000001 in case the link above doesn't work right. And in case you're reading this post-date and the link is no longer good, the article basically said that cough syrups are deemed to be ineffective even though some people swear by them. A

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1136816938931386912006-01-09T14:24:00.000Z2006-01-09T14:29:00.706Z

Stupid phone... I was just in the middle of sneezing when the phone rang. Thankfully it was a modem calling and thus I hung up on him - er, it - since I've got dsl and don't use a modem unless *absolutely* necessary, so I was able to resume my sneeze. This is how I'd describe this situation:Ooh. Gonna sneeze. Er... ahh... ahh... ahh... hrnkRINNNNNG!!!! *sneeze halts in midair* What the... *

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You might be a geek if you change your wardrobe to accompany your new gadgets.This is actually something I just said to a friend of mine. He recently acquired a LaCie 8gb portable drive. It's flat, with a USB connector that slides out of the side. He discovered that it fits *perfectly* in this special pocket in one of his sweatshirt-jackets... and thus commented, "I need to find more

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The doozie of a day is actually over, I think. Went off to play table tennis and exercised my body into exhaustion. Hard to feel angry about nothing when you're too darned tired! I made sure I jumped around a lot to help myself achieve this. Even made up a new move - which I can complete successfully about a quarter of the time. It's a serve (probably highly illegal, but in practice with

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About an hour or so ago, I beat my old record on Pod Racer using a ship called the Boles Roor. Clocked in on the training course at 42 seconds (one lap). I've been slicing it down second by second since last night when Aflac and a friend were playing with me. Intense. I just took a long shower trying to calm down my stomach but I still feel nauseous.Why do we play things that stress us out so

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Today is January 1st, 2006!! I remember that at this time last year I had barely fallen into bed after being dropped off by a couple friends. I'd gone to a saloon two nights in a row to watch one of them play his last two performances with his band. And I got sooooooooooooooo sloshed both times. Great way to start a year, huh? Why do people do that I wonder? But my reasoning at the time was

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Today marks the first day of a nine-day vacation. My plans include lots of computer time, some TV, reorganizing my playpen, etc - the typical stuff I never have enough time to do when I'm working.So what did I start off with? Well, instead of enjoying myself, I started worrying about finances and cancer rates being so high in these parts and the dental thing (actually, that's in with financial

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We've been having some intermittent and worsening problems with our bathroom shower/sink drains. Aflac (formerly Ducky) and I tried using Liquid Plumr and a couple weeks later, some biological stuff, but it just kept getting worse after it got better. Then he tried taking some things apart and managed to remove a small clump of hair, but things got majorly worse a couple days after that.

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I can NOT believe how much CRAP can accumulate on a mere 440GB of drivespace! Cripes!!On Raven SO far, I have:1. Changed the timeout setting in Mepis so it defaults to Windows XP in 5 seconds instead of 182. Changed the timeout setting in Windows XP so it boots in 1 second instead of 303. Changed the users setting in XP to autoboot into my admin account (normally I hit enter to bypass the

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I am sitting here at Ducky's mom's house, at a dial-up connection. Yes, a dial-up connection. Me in all my technocratically idealistic tendencies am actually utilizing a DIAL-UP!! But in my wisdom, I know this is the only connection there is, so... and yes, it's Almost Online...Anywho, I am quite happy. It has not ceased to amaze me how happy I am these days. I've been this way for the most

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Ever use clove oil? I got some from CVS for my own achy tooth problems. This is what it's like:Go to Pharmacy and ask for Oil of Clove. (They hide it behind closed doors.)Purchase teeny weeny little bottle for four bucks. (1/8 oz)Bring home and set up your own dental area in bathroom.Dip clean cotton swab in oil.Let excess drip back into little teeny bottle.Place swab on affected area and

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This morning at approximately 8:40, Watch's band broke. This has been a loyal and trusting watch for the last three years, always gaining time on me up to about 26 minutes, then stopping there until I reset it back again. I remember distinctly how I began wearing it.The Summer of 2002 I was attending Cisco 1 and met a couple of people who are now still my friends. One of them invited me

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Picture thinking. When I was a teenager, I began to realize that other people think in /words/. I asked people to explain how they go about thinking like this. I was told that they "hear" the words in their heads, and then understand what their own thoughts are. While reading, they would be aware that they were reading words, often hearing whispers of them as if the words were speaking to

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Picture thinking. When I was a teenager, I began to realize that other people think in /words/. I asked people to explain how they go about thinking like this. I was told that they "hear" the words in their heads, and then understand what their own thoughts are. While reading, they would be aware that they were reading words, often hearing whispers of them as if the words were speaking to

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1130001167665697702005-10-22T16:56:00.000Z2005-10-22T17:12:47.673Z

...was never in much doubt. The question was how I could keep sane, trying to find my out. Things were never easy for me, peace of mind was hard to find. And I needed a place where I could hide, somewhere I could call mine. I didn't think much about it 'til it started happening all the time...*And then the tingling sensation became stronger, stronger, stronger still, and before I was

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My mom asked me about this today, and my explanation turned into a ramble. So I figured I'd copy it here. Thus, if you're wondering about wireless routers and/or mice, and want some rambling layman's terms, here you go.I've got both, along with a couple wireless keyboards. Note "wireless" means that you don't need to have the computer connected with wires to the router, or you don't need your

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1128694962837476442005-10-07T14:16:00.000Z2005-10-07T14:22:42.843Z

Family and people in general are interesting concepts. I was asked about a month ago if one of my cousins could stay over for a couple of days while attending a craft show near here. She's from another state. I talked it over with Ducky whom would of course also be affected by her staying here. We were both OK with it so I said yes.Just two days before her scheduled arrival she asked if she

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1128554939400536692005-10-05T23:23:00.000Z2005-10-05T23:28:59.406Z

One can fit into a mold without having been shaped by it.

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1128129570021332822005-10-01T00:49:00.000Z2005-10-01T01:20:08.026Z

As many people I know know, I've been a rather loyal fan of Peter Cetera's music for a very very long time. Some might have even called me obsessive for a while there. But times change, and as such, I've branched away from his music quite a bit. Over the past few years, I've gone from listening almost ONLY to his music to listening to it as rarely as I once listened to anything else. In other

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1127148608722416552005-09-19T16:30:00.000Z2005-09-19T16:50:08.766Z

After several relationships, I can honestly say that none of them have been quite like this, nor have any of them truly made me want to think this way. My relationships have been strained at times, but they generally don't last long enough to reach these points because I feel that if a couple can't get along, there's no point in wasting time staying together in a partnership. That said, the

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1126824751136713062005-09-15T22:26:00.000Z2005-09-15T22:52:31.146Z

It's been approximately two weeks since Katrina hit the South. I normally dislike watching much about such devastation, preferring to pray silently and give where I can without actually knowing exactly how bad it really is. After all, if I don't have to see it in person, why see it at all? It's upsetting and it won't help anyone to make myself upset.However, I do wish to know what's going on,

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1126621277965465522005-09-13T14:19:00.000Z2005-09-13T14:21:17.970Z

Sat up in my den today (finally settling in, yay!) chatting on the computer and such, and found myself watching some dude across the street. He spurred my interest because I'd been wondering if any of our neighbours ever came out of their houses, since I'd seen no one around since moving in here. Not that I'd tried to notice.Well, here I am, watching my neighbours... these are some of the

~nvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127922422038264236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6125153.post-1125068612433553682005-08-26T14:53:00.000Z2005-08-26T15:17:33.576Z

I've been chatting with various people lately and once more am dumbfounded by how things work in life. Everything is a stepping stone to something else in the future, and everything in life, even and perhaps especially the negative things.Looking back on my short life so far, a lot of it actually kinda stunk. I didn't know it to be so bad at the time, but I knew it wasn't great, either. Still,

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