<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:58:48.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Write something, anything</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me and my new life :o)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-2013366744376799983</id><published>2008-05-22T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:06:39.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><summary type='text'>For those interested (and given that I haven't blogged in a very long time that is probably extremely few) I am revamping my blog and am going to attempt to use it for fun and reflection.It may be a slow and sporatic process, but oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/2013366744376799983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/2013366744376799983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2013366744376799983' title='Revamp'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-116166658236745327</id><published>2006-10-23T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:09:42.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime blogging</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that I rarely get the urge to blog until the time I really should be nestled in bed reading some tres fun novel before drifting off into dreamland?  Instead I decide that now is the perfect time to post my thoughts.  Not that there is really much of a point since my irregular blogging habit has resulted in a myriad of disgruntled readers who probably don't even look here anymore.  Sorry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/116166658236745327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/116166658236745327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116166658236745327' title='Bedtime blogging'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-115761919615688834</id><published>2006-09-07T02:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:53:16.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><summary type='text'>My defense went really well.  Everything for my MA is done.  I have a car.  I went back to BC to visit family and old friends.  I am housesitting in a lovely home.  There is little stress in my life right now.  I still can't sleep.  Go figure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/115761919615688834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/115761919615688834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115761919615688834' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114954492350656403</id><published>2006-06-05T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:02:52.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend and fun sightings</title><summary type='text'>You know it was a good weekend when you are still recovering on Monday.  There was a fantastic Burke-BQ at one of my colleague's homes on Friday night.  It was a great time and good to catch up with all my University colleagues.  In the theme of the evening I made a Par-rice-dox of Substance salad, which only true rhetoric heads will get the reference.Then Saturday was a Pimp n' Hoes pub crawl to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114954492350656403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114954492350656403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954492350656403' title='Busy weekend and fun sightings'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114686255757640856</id><published>2006-05-05T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:57:21.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><summary type='text'>After a 2 month hiatus from my blog, much writing, marking, and general academic writhing I have one word to say if my poor beaten brain can remember it...Subjugate?Submerged?Sublet?Subversive?Submarine?Submissive?Oh yeah... SUBMITTED!!Now to prep a defence talk whilst I wait for the verdict from my supervisor, and then the committee.  Le eek.Why do I feel like I was just run over by a train </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114686255757640856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114686255757640856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114686255757640856' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114179056819952506</id><published>2006-03-07T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:02:48.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in teaching</title><summary type='text'>I was teaching my class as usual today, when I looked down at the floor and saw a huge mouse scampering across the front of the class.  I have to say, normally while I teach very little phases me, but this mouse freaked me right out.  According to my students, I stopped dead in my sentence, squeaked, and stared at the floor.  The thing was massive!  It was about 3/4s the size of my computer mouse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114179056819952506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114179056819952506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114179056819952506' title='Adventures in teaching'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114149470978813660</id><published>2006-03-04T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:51:49.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Nakedness</title><summary type='text'>No, not me.  Sheesh you guys.So last night, after a night of beer and fun at one of our favourite establishments, we stuck around after close for an additional drink with the staff.  Behind us was another table of regulars who were allowed the after hours privilage as well.  We were chatting and having a good time when we hear this roar of cheers from behind us.  It turns out some guy decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114149470978813660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114149470978813660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114149470978813660' title='Public Nakedness'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114110363725193320</id><published>2006-02-27T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:16:40.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I had an interesting weekend.  Between sushi making and Memoirs of a Geisha with her, a super late night out on the town with my girl who just came home from Las Vegas, and a day full of packing, cleaning and moving at a colleague's house, I really haven't had time to do much sleeping, though I still snuck in some work believe it or not.  Fortunately, it was a fun weekend.  After all the moving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114110363725193320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114110363725193320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114110363725193320' title='What a weekend...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-114038824639186481</id><published>2006-02-19T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:30:46.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired, but in a good way...</title><summary type='text'>Jo and Steve's wedding went off smashingly well and now I am paying the price.  Everyone looked great and had a blast, and I am absolutely wiped right now.  My feet are so sore from all the dancing last night and my voice is nearly gone from all the singing we did on the dance floor.  Everyone there was talking about how this was probably the most fun they had ever had at a reception, and I agree</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114038824639186481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/114038824639186481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114038824639186481' title='So tired, but in a good way...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113946251329014264</id><published>2006-02-08T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:21:53.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This just made me laugh way too hard</title><summary type='text'>If I don't laugh, it just might make me cry... Nah ;o)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113946251329014264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113946251329014264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113946251329014264' title='This just made me laugh way too hard'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113933583180914210</id><published>2006-02-07T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:10:31.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat is out to get me!</title><summary type='text'>My cat is a freak.  I was getting ready to head to the college to teach yesterday morning and Myrah decides to hide in the bathroom.  I always shut the door when I leave the bathroom to prevent her from getting in there, but sometimes she is cleverly hidden behind the toilet and I don't see her.  When I realized she had been locked in there it was an hour later and she had left a mess... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113933583180914210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113933583180914210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113933583180914210' title='My cat is out to get me!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113903252250726113</id><published>2006-02-03T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:55:22.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas 3: The Valley of Fire</title><summary type='text'>Between teaching, marking, writing, and organizing a bridal shower, this week hasn't left me much time for posting these photos.  This batch have some of my favourite photos of the whole bunch.  I love the red ragged rocks and the little bits of greenery that get scattered throughout.  I remember the day felt like an adventure.  It was a welcome change from the Las Vegas strip.  I went so camera </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113903252250726113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113903252250726113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113903252250726113' title='Las Vegas 3: The Valley of Fire'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113833158144519243</id><published>2006-01-26T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:13:01.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas: The Sequel</title><summary type='text'>Here is the second installment of Vegas photos.  This batch features getting shelled at M&amp;M World store, the habitat at the Flamingo Hotel, and the car show at the Imperial Palace.Next time I will put up the photos from our day at the Valley of Fire.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113833158144519243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113833158144519243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113833158144519243' title='Las Vegas: The Sequel'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113822740917495685</id><published>2006-01-25T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:30:33.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a gorgeous day today!</title><summary type='text'>When I was heading out to SIAST today, I was absolutely stunned at how unseasonably warm and sunny it is today.  It feels more like spring.  For the first time in months I have all my windows wide open.  I love the fresh air.  I know it won't last, but I will take it where I can get it.Back to work...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113822740917495685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113822740917495685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113822740917495685' title='What a gorgeous day today!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113808163238914315</id><published>2006-01-23T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:47:12.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First installment of Vegas photos are up!</title><summary type='text'>This may take me a while to do, but here is the first bunch.  Watch for future installments.  In the meantime, I am going to hope that when I wake up in the morning, a Conservative minority government was just a bad dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113808163238914315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113808163238914315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113808163238914315' title='First installment of Vegas photos are up!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113806237765109606</id><published>2006-01-23T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:26:17.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><summary type='text'>I must hang my head in shame for not maintaining my blog more regularly.  As you can probably notice, besides the lack of posts, most of my graphics are non-existant, which is the result of the their host site being closed because I haven't visited it enough.  I am going to have to fix all this eventually.I have to put up all my photos from my trip to Las Vegas over Christmas.  Apparently I took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113806237765109606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113806237765109606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113806237765109606' title='Hello again'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113469660828215306</id><published>2005-12-15T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:30:08.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar rules :o)</title><summary type='text'>1. Verbs has to agree with their subjects. 2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with. 3. And don't start a sentence with a conjunction. 4. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive. 5. Avoid clichés like the plague. (They're old hat.) 6. Also, always avoid annoying alliteration. 7. Be more or less specific. 8. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are (usually) unnecessary. 9. Also too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113469660828215306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113469660828215306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113469660828215306' title='Grammar rules :o)'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113445984494643695</id><published>2005-12-13T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:44:04.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It never ends...</title><summary type='text'>Well it will end, my marking that is, when I am done marking the last 14 reports of 34 and sections C and D of 34 exams.  Tomorrow.  I want it done tomorrow, so I can work on my thesis.  To bed now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113445984494643695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113445984494643695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113445984494643695' title='It never ends...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113094752403725379</id><published>2005-11-02T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:05:24.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth troubles</title><summary type='text'>Over the last month, I have been in the process of getting a crown on one of my back teeth.  This same tooth has had an internal cavity filled when I was a child, a root canal done when I was 12, and has been cracked for 6 years and needing this crown.  I didn't know what kind of a rigamorole this was going to be.  By the time I am finished with the process (next Monday hopefully) I will have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113094752403725379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113094752403725379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113094752403725379' title='Tooth troubles'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-113072623506595270</id><published>2005-10-30T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:41:12.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My pre-Halloween weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I have been busy lately, and lately most of it has been fun stuff.  Thursday I had a highly anticipated lunch with her at Louis, then that night (after my students wrote their midterm) I ended up at Gracie's Off Broadway again for Tina's birthday bash and then to the Black Duck Freehouse for a nightcap.  It was a ton of fun.  Friday night was the opening night for Saw II, a gory horror movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113072623506595270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/113072623506595270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113072623506595270' title='My pre-Halloween weekend...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112941178925584767</id><published>2005-10-15T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:31:54.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Saskatoon ever became zombified, I would be an...</title><summary type='text'>Official SurvivorCongratulations! You scored 83%! Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere. Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.  My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored higher than 68% on survivalpointsLink: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112941178925584767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112941178925584767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112941178925584767' title='If Saskatoon ever became zombified, I would be an...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112913935444343776</id><published>2005-10-12T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:49:14.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The loss of a great mind</title><summary type='text'>Wayne Booth, one of the greatest rhetoricians of this century, passed away on October 10th.  Here is the article about him in the New York Times.  Rest in peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112913935444343776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112913935444343776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112913935444343776' title='The loss of a great mind'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112779209812462676</id><published>2005-09-26T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:34:58.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life since my last post...</title><summary type='text'>teach mark mark mark mark teach teach mark mark mark mark mark mark mark teach teach mark mark mark mark mark mark mark teach teach mark mark mark mark mark mark mark teach teach mark mark mark mark mark mark mark teach teach mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark mark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112779209812462676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112779209812462676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112779209812462676' title='My life since my last post...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112621277580333678</id><published>2005-09-08T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:52:55.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><summary type='text'>I am absolutely wiped today and it isn't even 3pm.  Myrah is continuing her early morning (before 4:30am) wake-up calls.  Getting to bed isn't the problem is is her tearing around, meowing, chewing on plastic, batting tv antennas, knocking everything off my bedside table, and such that interrupts my sleep.  I need an apartment with a bedroom door so I can sleep in peace and she can still have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112621277580333678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112621277580333678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112621277580333678' title='So tired'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112604975934975529</id><published>2005-09-06T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:35:59.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't the beginning of term without a little panic</title><summary type='text'>My oh my... tomorrow marks the first day of the new school year.  This term I am teaching 2 classes instead of one, which is super exciting.  I had originally thought that both of these classes were to be scheduled for Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I found out about an hour ago that in fact I am teaching one class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.  This should be exciting and difficult as it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112604975934975529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112604975934975529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112604975934975529' title='It isn&apos;t the beginning of term without a little panic'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112538184137693294</id><published>2005-08-29T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:04:01.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><summary type='text'>I have to confess that I am addicted to only one reality show right now (crosses fingers that this doesn't change when the new fall line up comes out).  It is Rock Star INXS.  VOTE FOR SUZIE!  There.  Now my loserdom has been revealed to all.  I will hang my head in shame just as soon as the season is over.Anyhow, while browsing for spoilers on Television Without Pity I came across another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112538184137693294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112538184137693294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112538184137693294' title='Distractions'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112516822592584342</id><published>2005-08-27T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:43:45.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pants!</title><summary type='text'>I lurve the lady who does my nails!  She was cleaning out her closets and because I am one of her favourite clients and about the same size, she gave me 4 pairs of jeans, a pair of PINK cords, and a cute skirt and shirt outfit.  They are so comfy and in great condition.  I can't wait to wear them all.  Hooray for cheap as free clothes!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112516822592584342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112516822592584342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112516822592584342' title='New Pants!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112440917463168995</id><published>2005-08-18T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:56:06.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This just seems like a strange result</title><summary type='text'>Woody AllenYour film will be 74% romantic, 37% comedy, 26% complex plot, and a $ 30 million budget. Be prepared to have your life story shot entirely in New York City -- though lately Woody's been loving shooting in London. Also, your music soundtrack is all jazz from before 1949. Filmography: Annie Hall, Manhattan, Stardust Memories, Everyone Says I Love You, etc. Woody has released one film per</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112440917463168995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112440917463168995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112440917463168995' title='This just seems like a strange result'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112414683322606737</id><published>2005-08-15T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:00:33.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><summary type='text'>I put pictures up on my Photo page from some of the things that have been going on a while back like my birthday dinner...And a luxurious evening at home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112414683322606737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112414683322606737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112414683322606737' title='More photos'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112408544210543195</id><published>2005-08-14T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:57:22.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love audiobooks</title><summary type='text'>I just finished listening to Stephen King's The Green Mile on audiobook tonight.  I have always loved audiobooks since my Dad introduced me to them when I was in my midteens.  He would go away on business trips and always had a good mystery or two to pass the time on the same stretch of highway he often travelled.  When he would get back, I would snag the tapes and listen to them in my room for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112408544210543195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112408544210543195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112408544210543195' title='I love audiobooks'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112244659738726988</id><published>2005-07-27T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:43:17.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely evening...</title><summary type='text'>It has been a rough week for me already and it is now only a half hour into Wednesday.  Tonight, though, was a nice excursion to take a break from the ongoing stress of thesis writing.  I went for a belated birthday dinner which was absolutely amazing (salmon, pesto and pepper linguini, mixed green salad, asparagus, and kaluha chocolate cake... YUM), complete with an anti-stress bath package </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112244659738726988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112244659738726988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112244659738726988' title='A lovely evening...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112225773428335868</id><published>2005-07-24T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:19:34.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By popular demand</title><summary type='text'>More pictures are on my photo site, including my birthday toes :o)  Thanks for the pedicure, Brennan!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112225773428335868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112225773428335868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112225773428335868' title='By popular demand'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-112180257846006015</id><published>2005-07-19T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:49:38.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still working</title><summary type='text'>Well the deadline has come and gone and I am still working on my thesis.  I had grandiose plans of getting work done today and they went out the window when the building that houses my office was evacuated before I got there.  It would make for a nice quiet work day except for the poisonous gasses wafting through the halls.My kitchen looks lovely right now.  All my dishes are done and I installed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112180257846006015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/112180257846006015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112180257846006015' title='Still working'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111894164520109196</id><published>2005-06-16T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:07:25.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No internet and no phone make Laura something something...</title><summary type='text'>Go crazy!  Don't mind if I do!The summer of construction outside my window has had a more immediate effect on my life other than the 6 days a week of noise... they cut my phone line!  So if anyone is trying to get ahold of me, I am using my cell... that I never ever use.  If you don't have my number, email me (which I check from the U) and I will send it to you.It is t-14 days until the deadline,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111894164520109196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111894164520109196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111894164520109196' title='No internet and no phone make Laura something something...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111774746603125344</id><published>2005-06-02T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:24:26.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All By Myself...</title><summary type='text'>All my colleagues have been away at a conference for the past week, so my office has been dead quiet that whole time.  There is no one to go for lunch with, no one to chat and commiserate with, no one at all.  I have been fairly productive, but the quiet is starting to drive me batty.  I just hammered out a brand new outline of the whole thesis, but I need some face-to-face time with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111774746603125344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111774746603125344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111774746603125344' title='All By Myself...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111652026340549620</id><published>2005-05-19T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:31:03.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news!</title><summary type='text'>I am getting enough money for the car that I should be able to replace it with a fairly decent model.  Yay!In other news, I went on my annual Mud Run last night.  My Mud Run is where I go out running with the purpose of getting dirty, so I can come home and have a super hot shower and clean up.  It was so rainy and dreary most of yesterday that I thought it would be the perfect day, but by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111652026340549620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111652026340549620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111652026340549620' title='Good news!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111635799276868770</id><published>2005-05-17T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:26:32.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car update</title><summary type='text'>The car is a total loss.  Now I have to wait for SGI to determine the market value and cut me a cheque.  I was really hoping that the car was fixable.  This is turning into a  pretty big hassle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111635799276868770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111635799276868770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111635799276868770' title='Car update'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111591638418061174</id><published>2005-05-12T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:46:24.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><summary type='text'>It is funny how a day of mellowing out can really make me feel better.  I didn't do a heck of a lot on the thesis yesterday, but I really wasn't in any sort of mindset to do much of anything.  I am still waiting on insurance to get back to me so we can get that stuff moving.  Today I feel raring to go on it, which is nice.  I think I might try out the campus gym today to work up a sweat.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111591638418061174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111591638418061174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591638418061174' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111582162887205513</id><published>2005-05-11T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:27:08.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 cars and counting...</title><summary type='text'>I got into a car accident yesterday evening.  I am okay and they are okay, but the cars are not okay.  It looks like I will be back with SGI again.  I am just hoping that my car can be fixed, rather than having yet another write off.  Well, I had better get back to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111582162887205513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111582162887205513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111582162887205513' title='2 cars and counting...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111576318460748897</id><published>2005-05-10T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:13:04.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-51 days and counting...</title><summary type='text'>I handed in a draft of ch 3 to my supervisor today.  She seemed pleased.  I was pleased to quit working on the sucker.  My brain is now dragging to get to ch 4, the Connie chapter.  I could really use a boost on that one.  I think I will tackle the overall structure first, to make it parallel with ch 3, then start looking where I need to fill-in-the-blanks in my argument.  If I make some of these</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111576318460748897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111576318460748897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111576318460748897' title='T-51 days and counting...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111566539872825047</id><published>2005-05-09T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:03:18.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-52 days and counting</title><summary type='text'>It is funny how when you have an intensive writing project, so many other fun things come up that you want to do.  Alas, "no" is now a regular staple in my vocabulary, but only to the fun stuff.  I am beginning to wonder if the countdown is for when the thesis should be done or if it is the day I will finally be rid of this massively annoying project.  I am quite excited for the day when I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111566539872825047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111566539872825047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111566539872825047' title='T-52 days and counting'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111531125492585191</id><published>2005-05-05T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:40:54.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-56 days and counting</title><summary type='text'>I woke up yesterday with a fog over my brain.  I didn't feel like I could be productive at all.  It think that was a sign to change my work habits a bit.  Thirteen hour days of intensive editing give me hangovers, so I am going to balance the intensive nose-to-the-page editing with some lighter tasks so that I don't get sidetracked.I wrapped up my work at SIAST yesterday as well, though there may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111531125492585191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111531125492585191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111531125492585191' title='T-56 days and counting'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111513632228713111</id><published>2005-05-03T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:10:02.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself</title><summary type='text'>The university is one lonely place once May hits.  I am here working on the thesis (t-58 days and counting) and there is barely a soul around.  Not a single colleague to commiserate with.  I guess that means I will just have to work.Speaking of work... here is a little article I found quite inspiring for some strange reason:Lucas forced himself to write Episode IIIHollywood mogul George Lucas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111513632228713111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111513632228713111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513632228713111' title='All by myself'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111478864369972346</id><published>2005-04-29T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:30:43.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspicuous absence</title><summary type='text'>Well, after a month of heavy marking and thesis writing, I had my committee meeting yesterday.  I have a firm and fast deadline for the completion of my thesis... July 1st.  The defence is anticipated for sometime in the last half of July, because one of my committee members will be in town then anyhow.  It looks like I have my work cut out for me in the next 2 months.  This is both exciting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111478864369972346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111478864369972346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478864369972346' title='Conspicuous absence'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111281420006791284</id><published>2005-04-06T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:03:20.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car update</title><summary type='text'>Well, SGI declared my car a write off and has decided it is worth $800, subtract the $700 deductible and I get a whopping $100 for my inconvenience.  They get to sell the car off for parts and my $700 deductible.  I feel absolutely ripped off now, more ripped off when the damn thing was stolen.  The police are closing the case because there were no prints recovered and I am left to get another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111281420006791284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111281420006791284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111281420006791284' title='Car update'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111236899440853709</id><published>2005-04-01T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:27:32.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some April Fools day...</title><summary type='text'>I awoke this morning at 6:15am to the phone ringing.  It was the city police.  Apparently, my car was stolen and recovered before I even knew it was missing.  It was found on the other side of the city when someone reported a suspicious vehicle parked on the street.  I can get it back from the impound lot later this afternoon, but I guess a window is broken and there is damage to the steering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111236899440853709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111236899440853709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236899440853709' title='Some April Fools day...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111146248056446231</id><published>2005-03-21T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:34:40.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature's response</title><summary type='text'>She decided to send me fishtailing down a major overpass and has now decided to hold my car hostage in its own parking spot.  Oh well... I am going to have some hot tea and go to bed... she can't be this mean tomorrow too ;o)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111146248056446231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111146248056446231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111146248056446231' title='Mother Nature&apos;s response'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111143044910705740</id><published>2005-03-21T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:42:00.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to Mother Nature</title><summary type='text'>Quit screwing around with all this white crap and give us a real spring already!!!!Sincerely, LauraWell, the only good thing about this weather is that it has put me back in the mood to try my hand at making mulled wine.  Maybe I will do that one evening while the snow still flies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111143044910705740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111143044910705740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111143044910705740' title='Open letter to Mother Nature'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-111089904900490691</id><published>2005-03-15T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:04:09.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the University</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am up and I am here.  I just finished my delicious banana chocolate chip muffin and I am sipping my English Breakfast tea.  It is so peaceful, I am dreading the thought of tainting this with work.I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, but what I think I really want is more time to do some things that really ground me, like cleaning and organizing.  I really really want to get my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111089904900490691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/111089904900490691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089904900490691' title='Morning at the University'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110946389452210550</id><published>2005-02-26T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:26:18.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treated myself</title><summary type='text'>I went today and picked up the latest CD by Tori Amos called "The Beekeeper."  I am quite pleased with it.  It is great background music for puttering around my apartment.I finally unpacked a box that my parents gave me from my grandmother's old things when they were cleaning out her condo.  It is a lovely set of china for 8.  It is cream with silver flowers and trim.  I absolutely adore it.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110946389452210550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110946389452210550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110946389452210550' title='Treated myself'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110849593363331015</id><published>2005-02-15T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:32:13.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plugging away</title><summary type='text'>Today is a desk day if ever there was one.  I have plunked myself behind my desk and don't plan on going very far until I have some solid work done on Chapter 5 of the thesis.  I am planning on going on a little excursion to Edmonton on Thursday morning to visit Jimmy for a few days.  That will be a welcome break after all this intense work.This past week, with some much-needed help from Brennan,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110849593363331015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110849593363331015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110849593363331015' title='Plugging away'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110686266351782126</id><published>2005-01-27T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:51:03.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Term</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to 2005... albeit a bit late, but that is not a problem.  I am in the middle of a new term and have news.  I took on a new job.  So now, in addition to writing my thesis and teaching at the U, I will also be assisting another teacher at the local tech college.  It is a good course, but definitely a different scene from my students right now.  The money will really help out as I am finding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110686266351782126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110686266351782126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110686266351782126' title='The New Term'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110403341726288370</id><published>2004-12-25T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:56:57.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi all!  I am in Cranbrook, BC visiting the family for our annual Christmas gathering.  I am just relaxing and letting my tummy decompress after a rather large Christmas dinner sans turkey and gravy of course ;o)I got lots of wonderful and thoughtful gifts this year.  Much thanks to everyone!!!There will be pictures when I get home from the trip.  In the meantime, happy holidays to everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110403341726288370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110403341726288370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110403341726288370' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110265564604828297</id><published>2004-12-09T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:14:06.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The company we keep?</title><summary type='text'>He swears that he didn't do it, but one of my crazy friends from my hometown of Cranbrook, BC has been accused of submitting this personal ad to a local paper:I am not totally convinced that he didn't do it  :o)  I have some kooky friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110265564604828297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110265564604828297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110265564604828297' title='The company we keep?'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110252742146754674</id><published>2004-12-08T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:37:01.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been meaning to put this one up for a while...</title><summary type='text'>It's funny because it's true :o)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110252742146754674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110252742146754674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252742146754674' title='I have been meaning to put this one up for a while...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110245517053313405</id><published>2004-12-07T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:32:50.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby, it's cold outside!</title><summary type='text'>Yes yes yes, yet another Saskatoon blogger commenting on the final arrival of frigid temperatures to our unseasonably warm winter so far.  Well, a girl's gotta vent you know.  And she also has to find solutions to daily problems that living in a chilly part of the world can cause... for example, grocery shopping.  At the best of times, getting my groceries is a bit of a chore.  I like shopping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110245517053313405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110245517053313405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110245517053313405' title='Oh baby, it&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110176640392096156</id><published>2004-11-29T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:13:23.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purrrrr-fection</title><summary type='text'>Call me a girl, but I love French Kitty.  I was given one of the books and I think it is the cutest thing ever.  When I have a bit of extra money I might just have to order a shirt and some stickers :o)As for work, I have been plugging away all day at Chapter 2 again and I think I might have it just about under control.  I can't wait to have it done so I can concentrate on polishing my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110176640392096156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110176640392096156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110176640392096156' title='Purrrrr-fection'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110113738136968045</id><published>2004-11-22T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T09:29:41.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><summary type='text'>It is not that I am actually experiencing writer's block, but I was sent this link and I kinda like it.  I think there are some good ideas to get me through those times when I stare blankly at the computer screen with nothing going on between my ears except the whistling of the wind.  My favourite is "Talk to a Monkey" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110113738136968045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110113738136968045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113738136968045' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-110023638478667524</id><published>2004-11-11T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:13:04.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>I have been working pretty hard on the thesis lately... including a few more of those 15 hour days.  I submitted Ch 4 on Monday, it isn't really great, but it is definitely moving forward.  I want to get an improved (though not perfect) draft of Ch 5 in this Monday.  I am even nearing a state of completion on Ch 2... it is about time.Also, I am back participating in Persian Dance.  I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110023638478667524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/110023638478667524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023638478667524' title='Update'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109876631195932600</id><published>2004-10-25T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:51:51.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long super productive day...</title><summary type='text'>I just finished a 15 hour day at my office.  I got in at just after 7am and left just after 10pm.  It was great.  I submitted 2 chapters to my supervisor and did a good chunk of marking.  I think I am going to try and stay late again tomorrow so that I can catch right up on my marking.  I am tired, but it is an accomplished tired.Now to toss in a load of laundry, mark a couple more assignments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109876631195932600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109876631195932600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109876631195932600' title='Long long super productive day...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109805836848632333</id><published>2004-10-17T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T18:12:48.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewrite</title><summary type='text'>I decided that because I think this entire day was so frustrating and annoying to me it no longer exists in my mind.  I am rewriting the day here:I woke up to a warm and sunshiney morning with my well-behaved kitty and both of us were in fine moods.  Nothing went wrong.  I had no errands to run and so I worked all day on my thesis and marking and made major progress.  My apartment was clean and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109805836848632333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109805836848632333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109805836848632333' title='Rewrite'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109652583379325907</id><published>2004-09-30T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:30:33.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More time please :o)</title><summary type='text'>This is just a blanket request for donations of time.  I would like a week or two if anyone can spare them.  I will take new or used as long as the time is in good condition and all the days are in tact.  A time-halting device would be simply lovely also, but I will take what I can get.  Even if all you can donate is a day or a couple of hours, I will take those also... I need all the time I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109652583379325907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109652583379325907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652583379325907' title='More time please :o)'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109626414457825381</id><published>2004-09-26T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:49:04.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Le weekend... le fin...</title><summary type='text'>What a crazy weekend, it feels like it is over way too quickly.  Had a great time yesterday cooking a dinner for Jeff and Marcia.  Even though there were a couple of small wrenches thrown in the mix, everything went quite well.  We had mushrooms stuffed with guacamole as appetizers, broiled and marinated mako shark, cheesy scalloped potatoes, green salad with walnuts, and a super easy chocolate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109626414457825381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109626414457825381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109626414457825381' title='Le weekend... le fin...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109608533064292551</id><published>2004-09-24T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T22:08:50.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book finds!!!!</title><summary type='text'>After a leisurely Friday night dinner with Brennan, we decided on a whim to stop by the new location of Westgate Books.  In a half hour, I found some pretty darn awesome books: George Grant's Lament for a Nation, an important Canadian identity book for my thesisGeisha, A Life the autobiography of Mineko Iwasaki, the inspiration for the main character in Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109608533064292551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109608533064292551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109608533064292551' title='Book finds!!!!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109558961204911370</id><published>2004-09-19T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T04:26:52.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><summary type='text'>This is a rare occurrence for me anymore, but tonight, for some strange reason, I am having trouble getting back to sleep.  I fell asleep early in the night watching Salem's Lot, then woke up wide awake at around midnight.  I haven't slept a wink since.  I used to get bouts of insomnia on a regular basis, but that was years ago.  At one time I would toss and turn until 6 am when I would finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109558961204911370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109558961204911370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109558961204911370' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109470595528977322</id><published>2004-09-08T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:59:15.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No more paper!!!  </title><summary type='text'>I think I just came to terms today with exactly how much paper I have in my life and how much it rules me.  I have student loans papers, registration papers, old bills and bank statements, tonnes of old class notes, and drafts upon drafts of various chapter, among other things.  I spent 2 hours looking through 4 boxes of paper and 4 big piles of paper for 2 pages of notes.  I didn't find them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109470595528977322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109470595528977322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109470595528977322' title='No more paper!!!  '/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109441494118141670</id><published>2004-09-05T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T14:30:17.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well... it is September long weekend just prior to the first week of school.  I spent the past week in Airdrie with my folks, helping around the house while Mom is recovering from surgery.  She is doing really well and was in great spirits all week.  I was amazed at how many flowers and get well cards she received... the dining room table looked like a flower shop.  It was quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109441494118141670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109441494118141670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109441494118141670' title='Back to School'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109277754545023173</id><published>2004-08-17T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T15:26:30.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy weather</title><summary type='text'>Rainy days always make me want to hole up in my apartment with a good book/movie.  What I should be snuggling up with is my thesis.  It is funny how I can't concentrate on work at home if my apartment is a mess.  I get around this by going to the library on occasion, but that is happening less and less often right now.I clipped Myrah's claws last night and today.  It was quite the ordeal as she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109277754545023173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109277754545023173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109277754545023173' title='Stormy weather'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109262750658761215</id><published>2004-08-15T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:54:47.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is summer almost over already?</title><summary type='text'>I am beginning to feel the pressure of the end of summer.  The pressure of applying for jobs (I hope I get another section to teach next term), the pressure of getting the thesis done (just keep working), and the pressure of my own desires to take care of other areas of my life long neglected (too many to list right now).  The summer will be officially over for me when I get back from a brief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109262750658761215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109262750658761215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109262750658761215' title='Is summer almost over already?'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-109234031001607479</id><published>2004-08-12T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:51:50.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, hi everyone... here is The Update...</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know... there will be about 50 bazillion people letting out an exasperated sigh and saying "FINALLY!" at the sight of this post (okay, maybe the number is closer to 5 people, but they are a loyal and loving readership!)  It has been over a month since my last post and I will try to give a quick update of all the highlights of the past month or so.My birthday has come and gone... July </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109234031001607479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/109234031001607479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109234031001607479' title='Uh, hi everyone... here is The Update...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108941504240478467</id><published>2004-07-09T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T17:17:22.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work...</title><summary type='text'>This week has been pretty productive.  I have:done overdue research at Special Collectionsfinished watching all of the first 8 seasons of This Hour Has 22 Minutes and determined which sketches and episodes I will focus on more closelyrevisited the thesis introduction and worked on a new plan of attackread other Canadian identity sources for Ch 1 &amp; 2 of thesisdetermined formatting guidelines</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108941504240478467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108941504240478467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108941504240478467' title='Work, work, work...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108870472799226802</id><published>2004-07-01T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T11:58:47.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Canada Day!!Although I will be going out tonight to celebrate Canada Day, today I will be showing my patriotism by studying and writing about Canadian identity for Chapter 5 of my thesis.  Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108870472799226802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108870472799226802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870472799226802' title='Happy Canada Day!!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108866060052356803</id><published>2004-06-30T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:51:13.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute and evil... who woulda thunk it?</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe this exists.  Hello Kitty meets H.P. Lovecraft.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108866060052356803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108866060052356803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108866060052356803' title='Cute and evil... who woulda thunk it?'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108847904930924588</id><published>2004-06-28T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:17:29.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 2004 and Weekend Report</title><summary type='text'>I voted today and now I am just watching the results.  It looks like a Liberal minority with the balance of power being held by the NDP.  That is not too bad, I suppose.The weekend was great!  We had a big day out at Pike Lake yesterday, I am still pooped from it.  A big group of us went out and had a big BBQ, played Frisbee and football, then went swimming.  We topped off the night with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108847904930924588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108847904930924588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108847904930924588' title='Election 2004 and Weekend Report'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108814232386992385</id><published>2004-06-24T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:45:23.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive day</title><summary type='text'>Geez, today I have had some pretty good concentration compared to days past.  I felt like I made some decent progress on my Literature Survey.  I think I am going to work some more tonight still... why stop when I am on a roll?Music to write my thesis by today:U2 - The Joshua Tree Simon and Garfunkel - Greatest Hits Live - Throwing Copper Tori Amos - Crucify Tool - Opiate Pink Floyd - Wish You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108814232386992385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108814232386992385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108814232386992385' title='Productive day'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108811983031619828</id><published>2004-06-24T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T17:30:30.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another silly little thing</title><summary type='text'>LLuckyAAwesomeUUnusualRRefinedAAmbivalentName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108811983031619828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108811983031619828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108811983031619828' title='Another silly little thing'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108795575668365443</id><published>2004-06-22T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T19:55:56.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is kinda funny</title><summary type='text'>I remember a time where I was bringing my resume to my Dad for advice and guidance, and he always had sound advice.  Then today my Dad phones me up to ask for some suggestions on changes he wants to make on his resume and I actually had intelligent advice to give a man with vast experience late in his career.  Sometimes I sit back and wonder... when exactly did life change so much?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108795575668365443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108795575668365443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795575668365443' title='Life is kinda funny'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108787152084251484</id><published>2004-06-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:32:00.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Une question... </title><summary type='text'>Qui est W.H.?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108787152084251484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108787152084251484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787152084251484' title='Une question... '/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108785915150439270</id><published>2004-06-21T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T17:05:51.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend :o)</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was great.  We went to the Matthew Good concert.  It was fantastic.  He has great stage energy.  He even played almost all of my favourite songs.  It was a great time.  Even the opening band Wil was amazing.Afterwards, we headed back to a house party that was already well underway.  It was quite fun, but I knew it was time for me to leave when people started wearing tin foil on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108785915150439270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108785915150439270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108785915150439270' title='Fun weekend :o)'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108753861896407410</id><published>2004-06-18T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:03:38.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna know who is reading my site :o)</title><summary type='text'>1.Who are you?2.Have we ever met?3.Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.4.Describe me in one word.5.What reminds you of me?6.If you could give me anything, what would it be?7.Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?8.Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?9.What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?10.What makes you come back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108753861896407410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108753861896407410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108753861896407410' title='Just wanna know who is reading my site :o)'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108749465462613104</id><published>2004-06-17T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:50:54.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play makes Laura something something...</title><summary type='text'>I have been locking myself in my apartment for the past week or so working pretty intensively on my thesis.  It is going fairly well, and I am seeing progress being made on it, but I was getting a bit stir crazy last night, so I went to the gym.  Now I haven't been to the gym since before the conference, so I am a wee bit slower than when I was going 2-3 times a week regularly.  Well this morning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108749465462613104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108749465462613104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108749465462613104' title='All work and no play makes Laura something something...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108736458212010567</id><published>2004-06-15T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:49:24.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos are finally up...</title><summary type='text'>Alright, by popular demand, the photos from my trip are here.Meet my new boyfriend, Bruno.  Watch out ladies, this guy is a little flirt!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108736458212010567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108736458212010567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108736458212010567' title='Photos are finally up...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108664215346729283</id><published>2004-06-07T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:02:33.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda unnerving...</title><summary type='text'>Apparently someone got into my car late last night and rummaged all through it.  They were looking for stuff that was valuable, but there really wasn't much worth taking in my car.  They left my factory tape deck and my rocking tape collection (how could they resist my "Toto's Greatest Hits" tape?!?!?), but they stole my tool box and jumper cables.  Luckily, one of my neighbours saw that my car</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108664215346729283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108664215346729283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108664215346729283' title='Kinda unnerving...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108654257994180533</id><published>2004-06-06T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T11:23:44.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you didn't already know this...</title><summary type='text'>	LOOK OUT!ïòðLaura is a radioactive squirrel!!Username:From Go-Quiz.comOkay, that made me laugh out loud, so it had to go on my site.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108654257994180533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108654257994180533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108654257994180533' title='Just in case you didn&apos;t already know this...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108636897127584571</id><published>2004-06-04T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:09:31.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home!!</title><summary type='text'>Yay!!  Photos and such to come...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108636897127584571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108636897127584571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636897127584571' title='I&apos;m home!!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108628288251897362</id><published>2004-06-03T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:14:42.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in Winnipeg</title><summary type='text'>Greetings all!  My trip is quickly coming to a close.  Staying with Jasmine these past couple of days has been great.  It is so relaxing and low key which is nice after the intensity of the conference.  We have gone to Osbourne Village and did a bit of excessive shopping at Winners and Jysk (pronounced [yisk]).  I also got a couple of pictures of the Louis Riel statue and the freshly-cleaned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108628288251897362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108628288251897362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108628288251897362' title='Last Day in Winnipeg'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108600819950956450</id><published>2004-05-31T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T06:56:39.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update, or maybe not so quick</title><summary type='text'>My talk is done!!!  Hooray!!  It went really well.  I received many thoughtful questions and lots of comments.  So far 4 of our little Saskatchewan group have presented and we all have made a great showing.  All those extra practices that my supervisor has led us through have really paid off for everyone.  Thanks Jen!On top of the fantastic presentation, when I registered for the conference the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108600819950956450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108600819950956450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600819950956450' title='Just a quick update, or maybe not so quick'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108563862145824174</id><published>2004-05-27T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:17:01.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><summary type='text'>I am all ready for my trip tomorrow or rather this morning... my flight leaves at 6:15 am.  It seemed to take quite a while to pack for this trip.  I will be on a blogging hiatus while I am away, but I will try to have some cool photos for when I get back.  I will be back in town the morning of Friday June 5th.  Toodles :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108563862145824174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108563862145824174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563862145824174' title='Packed'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108562270864984376</id><published>2004-05-26T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:51:48.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be packing...</title><summary type='text'>But I keep getting distracted.  Woe is me.  Fun stuff here.  Must get back to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108562270864984376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108562270864984376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562270864984376' title='I should be packing...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108558896417945826</id><published>2004-05-26T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:29:24.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrah, Furry Psycho Kitty</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day before I run away from home for a week.  Carla is staying at my place for a few days while I am gone, so Myrah will not be lonely and starving.I think I have an attack cat... Myrah hasn't taken very well to a lot of strangers in my apartment.  Last night, Caitilin, Thea, Carla and I were all in my apartment for a while.  Myrah was going batty.  She was hissing and clawing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108558896417945826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108558896417945826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558896417945826' title='Myrah, Furry Psycho Kitty'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108553032732313255</id><published>2004-05-25T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:12:07.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done is good...</title><summary type='text'>Today I presented my paper for a public audience before the big trip to the conference in Winnipeg.  It went quite well thanks to the many practices that my supervisor had run us through for the past 8 months or so.  I am sure the conference will go well.  It was also nice to see some friendly faces in the crowd :)  Thanks for all of the support everyone!Now to get ready for the trip.  Becky, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108553032732313255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108553032732313255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553032732313255' title='Done is good...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108542137628203483</id><published>2004-05-24T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T11:56:16.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds vs. Window</title><summary type='text'>One of the nicest things about my apartment is the two big picture windows on the south and west walls.  Out the west window is a big tree which, at this time of year, is home to many different types of birds.  Unfortunately, these birds have a difficult time perceiving the glass window.  As a result, I have a couple of little grease spots where birds have flung themselves against my window.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108542137628203483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108542137628203483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542137628203483' title='Birds vs. Window'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108520871376120642</id><published>2004-05-22T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T00:51:53.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day</title><summary type='text'>Today was the first day for public presentations of our conference papers.  Everyone did a great job today, though.  The turnout was pretty good.  Later a few of us stuck around and run through our papers again to prep for Tuesday and the conference.  Somehow I didn't even end up getting home until 6pm from that practice.  I think I am just going to take a hot bubble bath, grab a book, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108520871376120642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108520871376120642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520871376120642' title='Long day'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108502259921423325</id><published>2004-05-19T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:20:05.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saskatoonians go and sign this before May 30th!</title><summary type='text'>B and I hit Broadway today and visited a little bookstore called Turning the Tide, just off of Broadway above Stuff.  The bookstore is amazing with lots of great books, zines, and other media.  As B and I were leaving, we noticed a sign about the Gathercole petition, so we went back and asked about it.  You can check out their website here  Here is the information that Peter Garden gave us:For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108502259921423325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108502259921423325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502259921423325' title='Saskatoonians go and sign this before May 30th!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108494561109983482</id><published>2004-05-18T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:46:51.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm weather</title><summary type='text'>It has been so nice out the past couple of days I decided to celebrate by putting sparklies on my website thanks to John/Barry and Ginger.  Well, I was going to put sparklies on anyhow, but this is just a good excuse.I cannot believe that I forgot that the long weekend is coming right up.  What happened to the month of May?  It has just gone by so quickly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108494561109983482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108494561109983482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494561109983482' title='Warm weather'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108483930552283142</id><published>2004-05-17T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:40:14.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't ignore a cat.  They have ways...</title><summary type='text'>This is Myrah demanding my full attention.  How can a girl work when her kitty needs lovin?  I must remember how cute she is for those times when she attacks my ankles from underneath my bed.I just updated my photo page too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108483930552283142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108483930552283142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108483930552283142' title='You can&apos;t ignore a cat.  They have ways...'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108459772152409672</id><published>2004-05-14T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:08:41.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche - Matthew Good</title><summary type='text'>One foot in front of the otherOne foot back to counter itDays like these you've got to find it in some other wayIt's all or nothing babyAvalanche, start inside of meAvalanche, down through the treesAvalanche, start inside of meAvalanche, hell down through the treesIf everyone's a casualtyThen take your time there ain't no troubleIf the weather's fine and we're feeling crazyThere's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108459772152409672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108459772152409672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108459772152409672' title='Avalanche - Matthew Good'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108429509636208442</id><published>2004-05-11T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:04:56.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I am going to work today.  For real.</title><summary type='text'>I am about to get to thesis Chapter 4 again.  Chapter title: Scarfing Down Doughnuts:  Mary Walsh’s “Connie Bloor” and the Language of Canadian Resistance.  This also just happens to be the subject of my big talk that I have been preparing since December and will be presenting in Winnipeg at the end of the month.  Okay, I am going to get back to working on this chapter draft now.  Maybe I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108429509636208442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108429509636208442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429509636208442' title='Okay, I am going to work today.  For real.'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108413531006757346</id><published>2004-05-09T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T14:46:20.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluggin' away</title><summary type='text'>I have spent this weekend on Chapter 4.  It is funny how much time you can spend on something and still not feel like any real progress is being made.  It's just a wee bit frustrating.  I ~know~ that I am steadily moving towards completing my thesis, but the movements seem so small.I will work all afternoon today then I am going to take a little break for the Survivor All-Stars Finale.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108413531006757346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108413531006757346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108413531006757346' title='Pluggin&apos; away'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283703.post-108395134672703078</id><published>2004-05-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T11:40:14.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more Blog changes!!!</title><summary type='text'>I finally got around to revamping the colours on my blog to what I had been envisioning for quite a while now.  No more orangey-red headers on a purpley background.  Talk about a colour clash.  It is funny how when you have other work that needs to be done, things that are really not that important seem to be so much more fun.I never realized that the design of my blog was going to be such an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108395134672703078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283703/posts/default/108395134672703078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writesomething.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395134672703078' title='Even more Blog changes!!!'/><author><name>~~~~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522508892867582865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
