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  <title>Another Strange Creation by Apechow</title>
  <subtitle>aka: Fun with Paper Trails</subtitle>
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    <name>Apechow</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-13T18:21:20Z</updated>
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    <title>Dreams</title>
    <published>2009-07-13T18:18:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-13T18:21:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do I still have readers?  Well... here's a dream I'm in the mood to relate.  Also of interest would be that I saw MI:2 just before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far back as I remember I was at some research compound with a large pool.  Here bad people were doing crime with dolphins or something.  Either way I am witness to some underwater criminal activity but the situation went bad.  Suddenly people were shooting and screaming.  People were knocking over the elderly as they ran out.  I have the impression the elderly people there were actually a diversion or planned obstruction too.  So I see Sark from Alias running through a courtyard by a pool.  He vaults the nearby wall and I decide its a good idea to follow. Its a fair drop to the ground, but I survive and exit the scene.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm running down the streets of some city with this Asian mafia chasing me.  I have a digital camera and a USB connection device with some damning evidence I guess.  I know I want to get it onto the internet so everyone can see it.  Yay for Facebook.  So as I'm looking around the street for somewhere to do this a car pulls up full of people and parks.  I walk past the drivers side and see a young rather attractive female driving.  I smile.  She smiles.  So I decide to take a few steps back and really check her out as she opens her car door.  Really quite charming I'm sure.  Seeing she doesn't mind me ogling her, I lean on her door and ask if I can join her group and upload some stuff.    She hesitates for a bit, but then I see my roommate and his g/f in the car getting out on the other side.  Not sure why he's hanging with this younger crowd, but I say hi anyway.  Seeing I know Mat, she agrees to let me come up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they all head inside, I join Mat and a few friends before going up.  &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Soooo...the driver"&lt;br /&gt;Mat: "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Too young?"&lt;br /&gt;Mat: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go upstairs and they're all hanging out doing whatever.  I upload some images but nothing I see looks bad at all.  Then one of the kids says, "Did you hire moving people?"  The girl replies, "No." and I realize it must be the Asian mafia again.  So I tell them to do anything the mafia wants so they don't get killed and climb out the window onto the fire escape.  Before I run off though the girl gives me her jean jacket since it is beginning to rain pretty hard.  With sparkly jacket in hand I jump down to the alley below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alley is sort of an industrial lot.  Large garages open to the alley and a set of train tracks run through it.  I see the Asian mafia is prepared for my escape and have several people running around back to find me if I escape.  I manage to dodge a few, but one is in my way of getting out and looking around for me.  Running out of options I lay down on the ground next to a wall and try to blend in.  I failed.  Pretty bad.  Perhaps it was the sparkly jean jacket i was covering myself with.  So now four of them are running at me with guns.  So I run back into the alley and jump in this car type thing.  Its all metal and open air like a construction vehicle.  The steering mechanism is two hoops that you grab and rotate to accelerate.  (If forward is x and up is z, the hoops were aligned in the y direciton.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this thing takes off and I don't know if its affixed to the tracks or not.  I end up rolling over a few things and driving into a metal U shape that I swore was going to crash me and send me flying, but the car-thing just bounced up and over it.  So now I'm driving down the tracks with dirt on either side and an increasing amount of traffic.  I'm swerving all over the place and the guys from the alley are chasing me.  There's more coming up the road and I keep running them off as I gun this vehicle.  I eventually catch up to a train, and wake up before deciding if I want to jump on.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to know what was on the camera now!  So unsatisfying.  There is a good chance however given past experience that I'll have this dream again.  Though that is usually when I don't escape that I dream it again.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Why bother posting here...</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T23:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-12T23:59:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Facebook gets much more exposure.  But here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk History on youtube.  Pretty funny.  Be warned the narrators can't hold all their liquor (especially Vol 2).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:apechow:47813</id>
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    <title>Found poetry</title>
    <published>2008-12-09T05:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-09T05:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've found some poetry I haven't seen in a while.  Figured I'd throw it out to you wolves to gnaw on for a while.  I don't even remember why I wrote some of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a night of seduction,&lt;br /&gt;I instead romance my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find direction,&lt;br /&gt;I head the way I know best.&lt;br /&gt;The familiar circle of my footprints &lt;br /&gt;leads me onward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the moon rises in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;My feelings slide away.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that tumbled all day,&lt;br /&gt;Float off unspoken on the evening breeze.&lt;br /&gt;The lightest plea for attention&lt;br /&gt;Catches an eddy, lingers a moment longer,&lt;br /&gt;And vanishes, meeting its fate as surely&lt;br /&gt;As if it had been truly spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to softly playing stereo&lt;br /&gt;The unlit candles&lt;br /&gt;Wait for a new occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly melted, &lt;br /&gt;They beg for replacement.&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate, examining the char&lt;br /&gt;On the tired wicks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:apechow:47601</id>
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    <title>A hypothetical question</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T21:42:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T21:42:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this came up in a conversation today at work.  I'm asking anyone who still reads this to chime in with their 2cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you knew could... produce, say from their nose or regurgitation, perfect orange juice or tea or something you really enjoy drinking.  And the only thing different between it and something from a jug is that it came out of your friend, could you and would you drink it?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss.</content>
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    <title>Disturbing and FUN!</title>
    <published>2008-08-21T21:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T21:06:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So for all that might possibly still read this, and those that will see on their friends page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.cracked.com/article_16554_5-most-baffling-sex-scenes-in-history-fanfiction.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.instantrimshot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun annoying your officemates with bad humor.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:apechow:47027</id>
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    <title>And now for something completely different...</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T16:24:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T16:29:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's a story I have coerced a friend into writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: once there was a drifter named oswald&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: poor oswalt had absolutely no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: oswald also didn't know how to spell his name&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: sometimes he spelled it with a d and sometimes with a t&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: and sometimes with both&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: oswaldt was walking along a deserted street in duluth one day as he waiting for the train to take off with a shipment of whatever the devil they make in duluth, headed for billings montana&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: why billings? I don't know, who the hell would ever want to there&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: to go there&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: apparently though, oswaltd did&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: while he was wandering a rabbit ran in front of him&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the rabbit stopped and looked at him and then ran off.&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: later the same rabbit came back, looked at oswalt and then looked into a bush and then looked back at oswalt&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: it then vomited, but that's irrelevant to the story&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: naturally oswald's interest was piqued, not by the vomit, but by the bush, so he looked over and poked around in the bush until he found a $20 bill&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: now, this was more money than odwalst ever had&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: and there was one thing he always wanted&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: which was a black rasberry double scoop in a waffle cone with multicolored sprinkles on top&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: or a $20 hooker&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: so oswalt went to the local vendor and asked for a cone, and the vendor said, you're daft right?&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: and oswald said, why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the vendor said, because i'm a carpenter, this is a furniture store, the ice cream guy is down the street&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: so oswaldtdtdt walked down the street and bought himself an ice cream cone, only they only had chocolate sprinkles, so he had to settle for that&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: he wasn't happy, but beggars can't be choosers&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the ice cream cone came out to 19.99, the ice cream itself only cost 2.49 but oswalt was charged 17.50 for harassing the saleswoman on account of the sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: nonetheless oswalt was happy with his ice cream cone and his penny&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: and he ate it in one big gulp, just in time to board the train for billings&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: brain freeze!&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: oswald doesn't remember much about the train ride, only that he slept a lot and dreamed about piranhas&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: while the train was rumbling through the mountains of colorado, the train had to stop for maintenance&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: during this stop, oswald was discovered by the conductor&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the conductor promptly picked him up and through him and his penny out of the train&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: now, whatever would oswald do in the middle of the rockies with nothing but a penny&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: try to get 1/20th of a beer?&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: so he wandered along a scenic gorge until he found an abandoned canoe along a river bank&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: "what could ever go wrong with me taking this canoe and going down this treacherous river" said oswalt to himself as he climbed in the canoe and started paddling&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: of course very soon a giant panda, which had recently escaped the local zoo, fell out of a eucalyptus tree which had recently escaped the local arboretum onto oswalt who had recently escaped the plane of reality&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: welcome to the plains of reality&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the panda's name was ken, and ken was a gigantic asshole for making fun of other's dyslexia&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: so because of this, panda-ken and oswalt's canoe tipped over dropping them off into the river&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: where they were promptly torn to shreds by the swift unrelenting river current&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: further downstream, two hicks were busy sodomizing each other when all of the sudden they noticed the two bodies remains coming down the river at them&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: they stopped, covered up their collective shame, and went to search the bodies for anything they could use&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: they had a friend who enjoyed necrophilic bestiality so they scooped up the panda carcass for him, and in the process came across a busted old penny chipped by the ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: so they took that too&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: river rocks not ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: silly hicks thought the river was the ocean&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: stupid stupid hicks&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: after dropping off the carcass at their bestiality loving friend, (who also happened to be named ken) ken and ken, the two sodomizing hicks, took the penny home&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: but on the way home a giant bird swooped down and perched in front of them, it said, "i will let you pass if you can answer three questions'&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: 'question 1: what happens when you add 3 to 4?'&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: 7?&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: now ken and ken were remarkably dumb, so they didn't no the answer, so instead they said, 'look mr. bird' we won't do to you what we did to ken the panda if you leave us alone right now&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: in fact, we'll even give you this US currency which is currently worth less than canadian currency&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the bird, delighted with the penny left them in peace and flew off with the penny&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: meanwhile while the bird was flying over cambridge massachusetts in it's annual search for stupid hicks, it encountered a jumbo jet.&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the collision hurt the jet more than the bird, but in the process, the bird dropped the penny, which happened to land directly on a poor grad student who was immediately killed&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the penny however, was not killed&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: (the grad student also was named ken)&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: the penny wound up in a local ice cream vendor and continued it's march in circulation until it wound up in the possession of another sodomizing, idiotic grad student&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: this grad student was named...&lt;br /&gt;Apechow: KEN!&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: no&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: greg&lt;br /&gt;aaroncbader: who put it into ken's coat&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shock and Awe</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T15:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T15:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm thinking of getting a cell phone.  There have been enough times when I wasn't on travel that it might have been handy to have it.  Then again its mostly for everyone else and i care about y'all.   So the question then is who do I go with.  Who do I not?  Do any companies not have the horrendously long answer message that I can't skip through that really pisses me off?  I'd rather not subject my callers to that.  What's wrong with a damn beep?  Who hasn't left a message on a phone these days?  Do I need more options?  Do you need to tell me about them and not let me skip past?  Gaarar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note I've also been thinking of buying pants for like a year now.  Maybe I'll have a phone by 2010.</content>
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    <title>Freegans</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T16:07:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T16:07:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been introduced to a new concept.  The freegan.  Specifically this idea was presented to me by dumpster diving for bagels.  Bakeries are required to toss out the old food at the end of the day.  If you happen to know where they toss out the food in a double wrapped plastic bag you can go and git you some.  Or go scavenge the food left on the plates by other people at a restaurant.  You are actually improving the society by reducing waste and getting a free meal out of it.  My friend is currently enjoying a jalepeno dumpster bagel.  Freegans.  Heh.</content>
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    <title>Weeeeeee</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T16:43:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T16:43:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it turns out I'm a fool.  It is said if your car/bike isn't running it's because it's missing fuel, air, or fire.  When my bike died on me a week or so ago, I assumed it was air, which has been a common problem on my bike.  It was so sunny today I just had to try the motorcycle again, but it wouldn't even start this time, though there was more than enough power from the battery.  So I guess the engine is dry of fuel and set the knobby to prime the engine.  After a moment it starts right up and I drop the knobby to the resivoir tank.  Now the thing is, on that day a week ago, I opened the tank and looked and there was gas.  I thought there was gas at least, so i'm not a complete tool.  I was just wrong.  Put 3 gallons in there this morning after starting up.  So, yay!  I'm a fool!  The bike runs!  Feels like the chain loosened a little and that clatter from the exhaust is still there.  But I'm here at work and didn't die.  YAY!</content>
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    <title>LOLcatz rule</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T18:07:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T18:07:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So if you've never been to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.icanhascheezburger.com  you should probably start there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out about LOLcode, which is a new programming language in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I include my concert band email here as an example.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI&lt;br /&gt;CAN HAS STDIO?&lt;br /&gt;IM IN YR LOOP UPPIN YR VAR TIL BOTHSAEM VAR AN 10&lt;br /&gt;    VISIBLE "come to rehearsal!"&lt;br /&gt;IM OUTTA YR LOOP&lt;br /&gt;I HAS A ANSWR&lt;br /&gt;VISIBLE "Can come to rehearsal? [0/1]"&lt;br /&gt;GIMMAH ANSWR  BTW UR HOTT&lt;br /&gt;IZ ANSWR 1?&lt;br /&gt;        YARLY&lt;br /&gt;                VISIBLE "Awsum thx"&lt;br /&gt;        NOWAI&lt;br /&gt;                VISIBLE "plz email someone"&lt;br /&gt;        KTHX&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  Now for the coup de gras.   The LOLBible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.lolcatbible.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole old testament is translated.  Or...mangled.  Whatever.  Too awesome not to post.  Ceiling cat FTW.</content>
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    <title>Hmmm</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:49:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T20:49:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today i learned a passing friend of mine has become engaged.  We barely talk ever since she left the concert band.  Is it bad that I had the thought to remove her from my friends list at this point?</content>
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    <title>OMG a meme I'll do.</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T15:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T15:54:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Race Car Mechanic&lt;br /&gt;2. Optical / Ophthalmic Lab Technician&lt;br /&gt;3. Vending Machine Servicer&lt;br /&gt;4. Electronics Engineering Tech&lt;br /&gt;5. Electrical Engineering Tech &lt;br /&gt;6. Automotive Painter   &lt;br /&gt;7. Electrician   &lt;br /&gt;8. Auto Detailer&lt;br /&gt;9. Autobody Repairer&lt;br /&gt;10. Dental Lab Tech&lt;br /&gt;11. Actor&lt;br /&gt;Others of note:&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mechanics...&lt;br /&gt;18. Physicist&lt;br /&gt;22. Motorcycle Mechanic&lt;br /&gt;27. Magician&lt;br /&gt;36. Ship's Crew</content>
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    <title>Things are looking up</title>
    <published>2007-09-13T17:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-13T17:40:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Actually Aaron was looking up.  Into the poloidal periscope for me.  Turns out my little reliance on my memory proved correct and we weren't screwing ourselves repeatedly throughout the last run campaign at work.  I hadn't indicated at the time which was open and which was closed so we were relying on my recollection for it.  Being open when we were supposed to be closed wouldn't have been that bad, but it is nice to know I was right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started volleyball again.  I'm out of shape.  Sigh.  Concert Band is starting too.  Percussion needs me, but I don't really need percussion.  Three tubas is awesome too.  Been a while since Mat and I jammed though.  We'll have to set up the set in the diningroom again now that the Adv. Civ has been played.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad trenchcoats aren't more in style these days.  At least 3 inch heels are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some computer is sending porn links to my advisor via email.  Grrrreat.</content>
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    <title>Abetting an Ass</title>
    <published>2007-08-29T13:54:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-29T13:54:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was party to being an ass yesterday.  I went into my favorite local sub/pizza shop jonesing for a slice.  As I get there I hear two guys order the rest of the pizza slices on the tray.  I pop up to the counter and ask if that was the last they had ready to nip off somewhere else for my fix.  The guy behind the counter however takes a slice from the other guys and gives it to me.  Then the two guys have to wait for him to make another pizza for their last slice when they were obviously in a little bit of a rush.  (They had a car full of move-in stuff and a friend falling asleep in the front seat.)  I felt like such an ass even though it was his maneuver.  I was hungry enough I allowed him to do it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we were entertaining the freshmen with a 'Concert Band version' of Set.  There were two gals that seemed interested in band and in playing the game.  After the game they got up to go stroll the rest of the T-party and they said "We'll probably be back."  I said in reply, "Bring me some candy when you do."  Lo and behold I got a few Starburst and some Sun Chips as they strolled back by.  Does ASA say its too early to abuse the freshmen?  Should I have waited until Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun night all around.  I even got up on time today to get all the things at work set up like they needed to be.  Unfortunately the run is held up due to cryopump being low on helium I think.  I had a nice little dream too.  I was on some sort of road race or road trip with Mat and some other folks.  We ended up going through some tunnel (to the cape?) and then getting out on foot and cutting through a school yard.  Then we got into the subway system where I started singing and dancing to Mika's "Grace Kelly."  I actually grabbed some fat man and spun him around and he started singing too.  Then everyone started dancing the same way like a music video and everyone became jolly.  Random dream, I know, but I woke up happy, still singing the song, even though Rage Against the Machine was playing on my laptop.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Random Clarification</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T21:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T21:35:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I asked my friend what the hell the teacher meant with that whole sandwich thought problem.  I think he was going for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two statements:&lt;br /&gt;"A sandwich is better than nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is better than religious enlightenment."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we can conclude:&lt;br /&gt;"A sandwich is better than religious enlightenment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain how this is faulty logic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the teacher was talking to some guy from the debate team and wrote "Show how this is debatable."  &lt;br /&gt;So he threw out the question because it confused everyone.  And the real answer is that the two "nothing"s are not the same, therefore you cannot say A &amp;gt; C.  This makes marginally more sense.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Random...</title>
    <published>2007-08-22T17:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-22T17:58:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today's random thoughts come from Mary Chung's fortune cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the moment comes, take the last one from the left" - Mine&lt;br /&gt;"When the moment comes, take the first one from the right" - Deke's &lt;br /&gt;"If the cookie is in three parts, the answer is no."  - My 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's randomness is from a friend's logic class.  He was told as it was relayed to me that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;gt; B and B &amp;gt; C, but A &amp;gt; C.  What does this tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... then he continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If A = a sandwich, B = nothing, C = religious enlightenment, how is the previous statement debatable?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something about it pertaining to a guy stranded on an island.  I dunno.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided that we needed more definition.  If A is a PB &amp; J sandwich, then B &amp;gt; A because nothing is better than a PB&amp;J.  And if the guy were an atheist then C = B.  Therefore C &amp;gt; A.  Debate won.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Fun with the theater</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T13:33:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T13:33:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not bad for a Thursday evening.  Quite enjoyable.  I saw 42nd street done by the Reagle players.  There was good songs, nice lighting, and lovely ladies in garters.  Game night tonight.  Movies and parties tomorrow.  Busy busy.  Work is gonna have to wait.  Rob gave me a WoW booty call last night (any call after midnight is a booty call), but I wasn't in the mood to be a gnome.  I'll catch up with him later.  Viva la vacacion!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Family Abounds!</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T16:13:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T19:31:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have recently returned from my vacation in Maine.  Its nice not having to fly 6 hours to take a vacation.  I was informed that several of my cousins and their families would be up in Searsport, ME for us to meet.  Turns out they weren't really aware of our coming too.  So let me give you the run down of the family members I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off is Uncle Rusy and Aunt Diane.  They are the top of this crazy tree I'm about to show you.  Being distantly related they met at a family reunion and fell in love.  Turns out Diane's sister Susan and her kid Terri were there too.  I met three of Rusty's kids on this trip, my full blown cousins, and their spouses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is Lori.  She converted to Judaism and moved to Israel.  She met Michi, married him, and had 4 lovely children,  Zach, Devra, Talel, and Jake.  I thought they were lovely.  She would call them horrible (good-naturedly) and they'd laugh and wander off not doing anything she'd asked.  Zach, eight, plays WoW which I wasn't sure I approved of.  Devra dresses two levels above any occasion and is quite sure of herself.  Talel is three and still wants to be the baby.  Jake drools.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll skip to Amy and Louie.  She's my brother's age and they both live in Maine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there's Chris and his wife Patty.  And their 10.5 kids.  Yes, they already have 10 and one more on the way.  Almost all of them have blonde curly hair.  Chris took it upon himself to become a born again Christian with no prompting from his family.  Turns out Patty's family was surprised when she did the same.   For being homeschooled with 9 siblings, all the kids seem pretty well adjusted amazingly.  Brian (14), Michelle, Sharon (12 going on 30), Kevin, Emily (the loud one), Laura, Julie, Tracy (looks like Shirley Temple), Gordon, Vienna (2), and the unnamed Sparky.  (My family likes to give placeholder names until the child is born.  Other names have been Pudding, Sassifrass, and Throckmorton)  Making sure you knew the order was very important to them too.  I wish I'd had a little more time with them, because they'd pile in the 15 passenger van and head out during the days we were at the cottage on the ocean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are in all their Marr family glory.  Turns out I still like my family and kids.  Time to get back to work.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Life is Good</title>
    <published>2007-08-06T15:49:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-06T15:49:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>En Vogue</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just wanted to throw out a few updates for those of you still reading this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new watch / money clip arrived the other day.  Yay Ebay!  The watch I wanted from Sears which retails for $40 ended up costing $25 including shipping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished HP7 so y'all can discuss it in &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; presence.  I will continue a code of silence for all those still reading.  Now Stephanie has me reading this fantasy series with some pro-feminist undertones.  Or perhaps they are over tones.  Items such as the 'Rings of Obedience' for men which go ... well... you can guess.  It's turning out to be just this side of soft core fantasy porn too.  Not that I've really seen/read much of anything on &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; side.  Unless you count "Lord of the G-String" which I'm pretty sure wasn't all that soft-core. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They've begun ringing the bells to announce the next expansion to World of Warcraft and I'm thinking I might be hearing those as a death knell for my time in that world.  I've struggled my way to 70 and spent hours earning each epic piece of gear I have.  I've pretty much gotten as far as I can without being a raider spending potentially fruitless hours with 10 or 25 man parties doing end game content.  Now the level cap will be 80 and my hard earned epic maces will pale again in comparison to the crap they'll throw at you at level 71.  [Green] once again will be the new [Purple].  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I finished HP7 a few days ago, I guess its still on my mind.  Last night in my dreams I was wandering around this town with people and suddenly the people were all grad students from my office.  And we were gathering to fight off the engineers and senior scientists.  We were in some ampitheater and I had taken post at one of the mounted guns on the stage but the people in the seats were in the way of where I expected the attacks to come from.  So as we were moving people behind the guns, Larry let me know that his parents were being held elsewhere and I went off in search of them and the rest of the parents.  Apparently my spell casting isn't all that good cause I was caught by a couple of guys and hit with an Imperious Curse.  Fortunately I wasn't turned, but pretended to be.  I found the parents and tried to release them when I was caught by Jim Irby (a senior engineer) and tried to Stupify him.  I don't think it worked and I woke up soon after.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at work wondering if I have enough time to whip something up for the presentations today.  I'm thinking no, but I'll give it a go.  The data is there but the flesh is weak.</content>
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    <title>For Andrea</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T23:47:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T23:47:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The chromatin dragon slowly cracked an eye open.   It had been years since he had seen the light of day and the piercing rays made him wince in pain.  Someone had opened a hole in his mountain and he was not pleased with the result.  His multi-hued scales sparkled in the sun as he shook off decades of dust.  He bent his neck skyward.  How long had passed no longer mattered.  It was Chromatin time.</content>
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    <title>More impulse to graduate</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T15:53:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T15:53:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had an interesting weekend to say the least.  Lots to think on.  After playing rugby on Saturday (and coming out mostly unscathed) I spent the afternoon with David, Abigail, and AJ.  Here I was referred to as Almost Dr. Marr since they don't want to switch from Mr. Marr to Dr. Marr when I graduate.  AJ immediately took to me and would sit in my lap and give me hugs, etc.  They say she's usually shy around strangers and clings to Abigail.  Not so on Saturday.  Almost Dr. Marr however would like to lose the Almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward over Saturday night and Sunday, which were for the most part pretty enjoyable for various reasons.  Today I check the mail and there's a letter from HR at Principia.  They thought I might be interested in the physics professor job open there.  Not that I think I'm ready to become the physics prof type but the job requires a PhD.  So another boot to the rump for getting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get analysing...</content>
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    <title>See what happens when I get enough sleep...</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T14:50:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T14:50:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about meeting people for dinner in a diner, and it didn't go so well.  Then I had to run some errands which I think included buying some nylons and a fake leg to put them on.  Once I was done with that (this is where the dream really starts getting remembered) I drove Mat's car over to a field.  The field was parking for an event at this house/building nearby.  The field was full of cars already and had very tall grass.  I think I saw something trying to mow as I went into the building.  Up on the 2nd floor I found my high school friend Matt playing ultimate frisbee.  I jumped on in and we played for a little while.  Suddenly it was sudden death and the last score wins.  But it wasn't ultimate frisbee any more.  It was "ultimate basket-plastic cup."  The goal was to toss one of several plastic cups in a basket at the far end of the court.  But you could only toss them like a frisbee and you couldn't run with them.  One can imagine how frustrating it was to get into position and/or to pass the cups.  Finally we got a lay-up into the basket and the game ended.  Matt and I laughed very hard about how stupid it was to try to throw cups like that.  We said goodbye to another old friend (Barbara) and we went across the street.  All the cars were gone and there were rows and rows of giant pine cones.  I went to far end of the field where people were collecting the pine cones.  Turns out they weren't pine cones but dead ostriches.  People were taking them home for $0.79 each.  Matt grabs one and heads off.  I figure why not.  I grab another and find its coated like a glazed doughnut.  Not very appetizing, but hey, free meat!  &lt;br /&gt;So now where was the car?  They had moved all of them to put in the rows of birds.  I'm thinking, "But I had the keys."  Mat (who had re-appeared looking for his car) said something like, "They probably saw it was an old car and just hot-wired it."  So we split up to go look for the car.  (The dream gets a little hazy here. As best as I can make it flow it goes like this...)  My friend Kelly is also there with his little bro and his car.  I take Kelly's car and his brother and go looking for Mat's car.  We drive around a little when I remember that the lot was full when I showed up and parked several streets down.  We burn rubber through several lights to get to where the car would be.  &lt;br /&gt;Now when we get there its not the car we arrive at but the store where I bought the leg and nylons.  I wanted to return them.  Mat was there already!  With Ryan and Joanna and a few others.  I asked how they knew where to go to find Mat's car.  They said they'd asked the lady selling the ostriches and told her they were looking for me.  Upon prompting her that I was cute (modest eh?) she remembered me and directed them to the store/parking spot.  Some random banter followed about buying fake legs from Japanese girls when suddenly Joanna busts out in a long string of words in Japanese (upset?).  (I have no idea what she said.)  To counter I replied in Hebrew.  Specifically what I said was "Even tiny elephants need big shoes."  By this point I've managed to put the nylons, the leg, and the umbrella back in their packaging and head off to chat up the Japanese store clerk again and get the items returned.  &lt;i&gt; Fin &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>WGBH FTW!</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T20:34:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-07T20:34:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight I'm going to try to participate in the WGBH (WBGH?) auction like I did a few years back.  Its Hawaiian themed night.  I might be a bid sorter or something similiarly unglorious, but as they pan around the room you might catch sight of me.  Should be fun if I can make it there on time and they need more bodies.  6:30 - 11:30</content>
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    <title>McOnomics</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T19:46:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T19:46:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today being a lovely day for a ride, I decided to make my lunch foray out to the Twin City McDonalds.  Deciding on McNuggets because I'm gonna try running later, I looked at the dollar menu.  There I saw 4 nuggets for a dollar.  First off, I think this is two nuggets less per dollar than the McD's on Mass Ave.  Hungry, I order a 10 piece and medium shake.  (So much for running.)  Now I'm shocked to hear I owe over $6.  My 10 piece cost $4.20!  Now many of you have already done the math in your heads and realized that the red-headed, big-shoed freak has just gypped me 6 4/5 nuggets.  I almost made him undo the order and re-order 3 4-pieces for a dollar each, but I was just too stunned by such blatant stupidity.  And having something to rant about is worth a dollar.  At least they had Ranch dipping sauce.</content>
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    <title>Another Day another Decade</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T04:26:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T04:26:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks to all the well wishers this past Sunday.  As much as I say I don't want to celebrate, its nice to know I'm worth making a little fuss over.</content>
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