<?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-3843650</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:31:21.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Dose of Babbling Nonsense from a Single Dad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843650.post-84425451</id><published>2002-11-12T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T11:27:42.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babblingblog.com"&gt;http://www.babblingblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Go there, that is my new home ...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-84425451?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/84425451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/84425451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84425451' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83741161</id><published>2002-10-29T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T17:45:07.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://www.movabletype.org" target="_new"&gt;MovableType&lt;/a&gt; is installed and running.  All the posts from Blog*Spot are imported, and I'm working on moving the HaloScan comments in, that may take a bit longer.  Currently I'm only using one of the default styles, but once I get some experience with this thing I'll change it up some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.hooptymike.com/joanie" target="_new"&gt;Joanie&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiration to move to MovableType, and thanks to all for many suggestions on using &lt;a href="http://www.hostmatters.com" target="_new"&gt;Hosting Matters&lt;/a&gt; as the repository of my drivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully as time goes on, I'll get around to adding the previous four months of post archives that were lost by Blogger :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the Domain Name &lt;a href="http://www.babblingblog.com"&gt;http://www.babblingblog.com&lt;/a&gt; resolves to the new host, 24-48 hours from now, please view the new site by linking to &lt;a href="http://64.21.37.2/~babbling"&gt;http://64.21.37.2/~babbling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83741161?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83741161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83741161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83741161' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83714654</id><published>2002-10-29T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T07:20:03.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Working&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing ... for some people the new domain is already working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83714654?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83714654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83714654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83714654' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83680099</id><published>2002-10-28T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:04:08.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Abandoning Ship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I'm getting off this sinking ship and moving to the &lt;i&gt;MT Wagon&lt;/i&gt;.  I bought my domain today &lt;a href="http://www.babblingblog.com"&gt;www.babblingblog.com&lt;/a&gt; and when it initially resolves it will start pointing here.  Once I have MT setup at a new host (still need to find one, suggestions?) then I will move everything there and turn this nasty place off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!  *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83680099?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83680099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83680099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83680099' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83640909</id><published>2002-10-27T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T21:19:28.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stood Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF ... What is with people these days?    For nearly six weeks I have been chatting online with a nice girl named Jen.  She seems great, alot of the same interests. Divorced, not looking for another marriage just a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; friendship that may lead to something else.  Alot like me, in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we setup to go out tonight, and since I'm still under the weather and I have been eager to meet her face to face I decide to go anyways.   Spoke with her earlier today and we got everything ironed out and set.  I get to the pub and get our table ... and wait.  And wait, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours pass, and nothing.  I call, and call, nothing.  Finally I give up, have a quick bite and a few beers and I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, and try her one last time.  She answers and what happens?  "Oh sorry, I could not make it, my sitter never showed."  Duh!  What about a fucking phone call?!?  "Sorry, I was hoping she'd show up late."  What?!?  *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83640909?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83640909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83640909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83640909' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83528728</id><published>2002-10-25T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T17:41:30.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Side Notes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things ... one my email is giving me fits, I cannot send mail. So those that have written, including the wonderful Goddess, please do not think I'm ignoring you.  Second, because of this I've added a link to send me a message via AIM on the menu.  Be nice, I can block faster than a teenager in the backseat of a car at the drive-in.  Thirdly, I was invited to join the team over at &lt;a href="http://hookedonblogging.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Hooked on Blogging&lt;/a&gt;, now I just need to think of something witty to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83528728?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83528728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83528728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83528728' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83527929</id><published>2002-10-25T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T17:21:20.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/SHOWBIZ/Movies/10/25/harris.obit/index.html" target="_new"&gt;Actor Richard Harris dead at 72&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(CNN) -- Richard Harris, the classically trained actor whose roles ranged from King Arthur in "Camelot" to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore in the Harry Potter movies, has died. He was 72.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great loss for &lt;a href="http://www.harrypotter.com" target="_new"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; fans like me.  It will be very difficult to find someone with as much charisma as him to play the part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83527929?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83527929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83527929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83527929' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83495932</id><published>2002-10-24T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T23:03:44.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sick ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick ... *cough* ... I hate being sick.  Everyone seems to be sick these days... this damn stuff must be transfered by blog comments or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to come over and rub vics on me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83495932?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83495932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83495932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83495932' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83487379</id><published>2002-10-24T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T19:46:53.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An Interview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.hooptymike.com/joanie" target="_new"&gt;Da Goddess Joanie&lt;/a&gt;, she posted a link to &lt;a href="http://www.dribbleglass.com/interview/index.htm" target="_new"&gt;An Interview with God ...&lt;/a&gt;.  It is very cool, and will definately make you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83487379?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83487379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83487379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83487379' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83442038</id><published>2002-10-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T19:38:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://theyankeeblogger.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_theyankeeblogger_archive.html#80466814" target=_new"&gt;100 Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about me you may or may not have wanted to know.&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dogs, and I own three pugs.&lt;li&gt;I am considered anti-social by those who know me.&lt;li&gt;I have only been in five relationships.&lt;li&gt;I was a military man.&lt;li&gt;I have openly carried a gun most of my life, but I do not any longer.&lt;li&gt;I used to drive a car that had flashing lights on the top and made people slam on their breaks a lot for no reason :)&lt;li&gt;I got married at 22.&lt;li&gt;I have three rugrats.&lt;li&gt;I was 33 when I got divorced.&lt;li&gt;I still miss my ex-wife even though I hate her fucking guts.&lt;li&gt;I still have her cat, and not because I wanted it.&lt;li&gt;I worship at the alter of the Texas Rangers Ballpark every game day, win or loose.&lt;li&gt;I hate football.&lt;li&gt;I am over protective of my kids.&lt;li&gt;I love watching Hockey on TV, but not in a stadium.&lt;li&gt;I still regularly talk to my first love (she is not my ex-wife).&lt;li&gt;I will never be married again, I refuse.&lt;li&gt;I drink Scottish beer exclusively.&lt;li&gt;I should own stock in Dr. Pepper simply because I single handedly keep them in business.&lt;li&gt;I have a favorite book, which is over 1100 pages long and I have read more than 30 times.&lt;li&gt;I love to dive, scuba dive that is.&lt;li&gt;I would do just about anything for a date with Nicole de Boer.&lt;li&gt;I prefer to go down, than to be gone down on.&lt;li&gt;I like Kevin Costner movies, even though I can not stand him.&lt;li&gt;I am an only child.&lt;li&gt;I like porn, porn is my friend ... well at least tasteful porn.&lt;li&gt;I like Harry Potter more than my kids do.&lt;li&gt;I love seafood, especially oysters on the half-shell, raw of course.&lt;li&gt;I do not wear underwear, unless I'm wearing slacks.&lt;li&gt;I believe that no one is actually good or evil, only that they are either fucked up in the head or they are not.&lt;li&gt;I think online personality tests are completely stupid, but I take them anyway, I just never keep the results.&lt;li&gt;I love British comedy, and not just Monty Python, but all of it.  Except Benny Hill, he's a freak.&lt;li&gt;I am a Native Texan.&lt;li&gt;My favorite writer is Robert A. Heinlein.&lt;li&gt;I am an Eagle Scout.&lt;li&gt;I hate the summer, and love the winter. &lt;i&gt;Let is snow, let is snow, let it snow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love foul weather.  The worse it is the more I like it.  Tornado? Hurricane? Bring it on, I'll sit outside in a lawn chair with a beer and watch the show.&lt;li&gt;I like to chat with people online via IM, but I hate chatrooms.&lt;li&gt;I have been out on two dates with people I met online.&lt;li&gt;I am very leery of meeting folks in person that I only know online.&lt;li&gt;I have never had sex with someone I met online.&lt;li&gt;I now work in a cube farm, and hunt prarie dogs with a rubberband loaded shotgun.&lt;li&gt;My boss is younger than I am and I hate him because of it.&lt;li&gt;I have four, yes four computers on my desk at work.&lt;li&gt;At home I only have a laptop.&lt;li&gt;I do not allow my kids on the Internet, at all.  I have an AOL account just for them, and they are restricted to AOL Kids only.  They do not even have IM.&lt;li&gt;At one time I had fourteen pet hampsters.&lt;li&gt;I am an Assistant Scoutmaster for my son's Troop.&lt;li&gt;My mother is a bitch, and I used to tell her regularly till she told me that she knew she was and I no longer needed to remind her of it.&lt;li&gt;I am a devout Catholic and attend services regularly.  The Father of our parish knows I own more guns than al Qaeda, and I'm not afraid to use them.&lt;li&gt;I hate anything that has to do with Steven King, except anything that Nicole de Boer is staring in.&lt;li&gt;Newspaper comics suck, online comics rock, especially &lt;a href="http://www.sinfest.com" target="_new"&gt;Sinfest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;li&gt;When I talk online I am very flirty.&lt;li&gt;I'm very timid in person, unless I'm getting lucky.&lt;li&gt;Superman's weakness is kryptonite, mine is red heads, real ones only.  I can tell the difference.&lt;li&gt;My favorite kind of food is Cajun.&lt;li&gt;If I can't cook it myself, then I will go out for it.&lt;li&gt;I like frisky women, but not trashy ones.&lt;li&gt;I am decended from Scottish imigrants.&lt;li&gt;My favorite ice cream is Neapolitian.&lt;li&gt;I will kill for the last piece of chocolate.&lt;li&gt;I have never had an at-fault accident.&lt;li&gt;My first car I got new from my parents, I drove it for ten years and over 300,000 miles before it finally died.&lt;li&gt;I like to gamble, I bet on horses at the racetrack and I only play &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/search?q=baccarat" target="_new"&gt;Bacarat&lt;/a&gt; in casinos.  Slots machines are a waste of time.&lt;li&gt;I used to smoke two packs of cigarettes a day.&lt;li&gt;I will only write using one kind of pen, a Uni-Ball Ultra Fine Point.&lt;li&gt;The best meal in the world is Fish &amp; Chips and a pint of Bellhaven.&lt;li&gt;I am a card carrying member of the NRA.&lt;li&gt;When I was 11 I ate dinner with Micky Mantle.&lt;li&gt;The street I lived on in the 1970's had four Dallas Cowboys living on it, one of them was Roger Staubach.&lt;li&gt;I served in Desert Storm.&lt;li&gt;I am a member of the Replublican Party, and a moderate conservative.&lt;li&gt;I have tried online dating services twice, both times were a miserable failure.&lt;li&gt;My favorite music is Country music.&lt;li&gt;I love to eat crazy cheese right out of the can.&lt;li&gt;I used to be addicted to online games, but now I am not.&lt;li&gt;I refuse to wear off-branded jeans, only Levi 501's or Wrangler Boot Cut.&lt;li&gt;I am a chia pet.  I have so much hair on my body I could star in &lt;i&gt;Planet of the Apes&lt;/i&gt; without a costume.&lt;li&gt;I am a cancer survivor.&lt;li&gt;The only part of my body that does not have hair on it is my back.&lt;li&gt;I own every album Elton John has ever put out.&lt;li&gt;I drive a big SUV that eats gas like there is no tomorrow, and I like it.&lt;li&gt;In my life I have visited fourty-eight different countries.&lt;li&gt;I collect Beanie Babies.&lt;li&gt;I hate McDonalds food.&lt;li&gt;I do not have a birth mark.&lt;li&gt;I like candles, but I hate incense.&lt;li&gt;I wear jeans to work every day even though my company's dress code prohibits it.&lt;li&gt;I can play the violin and the flute.&lt;li&gt;I have over 200 DVD's in my movie collection.&lt;li&gt;My favorite TV series is &lt;a href="http://www.stargate-sg1.com" target="_new"&gt;Stargate SG1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;li&gt;I own two kilts.&lt;li&gt;My favorite fast food is Church's Chicken.&lt;li&gt;My favorite Mini-Series of all time is &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0080274" target="_new"&gt;Shogun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;li&gt;I like Jackie Chan movies, especially the old dubbed ones.&lt;li&gt;I am color blind.&lt;li&gt;I have never had a date with anyone as tall, or taller than me.  I am only 5'10".&lt;li&gt;My eyes change color from green to brown based on my mood.&lt;li&gt;I listen to talk radio.&lt;li&gt;I admire you for reading all this useless trivia.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83442038?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83442038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83442038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83442038' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83354373</id><published>2002-10-22T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T10:19:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Love History and Archeology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/10/1021_021021_christianrelicbox.html" target="_new"&gt;Burial Box May Be That of Jesus's Brother, Expert Says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, just imagine the potential impact of such a historical find.  Additonally it makes it the oldest confirmed potential Christ related relic ever found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83354373?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83354373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83354373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83354373' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83353194</id><published>2002-10-22T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T09:49:26.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Slow ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nothing on my mind but beer and &lt;a href="http://www.hooptymike.com/joanie" target="_new"&gt;Da Goddess&lt;/a&gt;.  When I think of something else I'll let you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... to those that asked (all two of you) I'll bring back the old site colors and layout when I get around to it.  I just haven't been eager to sit down and do it again.  But rest assured I will, eventually, someday, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83353194?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83353194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83353194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83353194' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83297788</id><published>2002-10-21T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T09:24:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2002/10/20/nbeer20.xml" target="_new"&gt;Drinking beer 'a good way to ensure healthy bones'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A glass of beer a day is one of the best ways in which young women and men can ensure that they have strong and healthy bones, research at a British medical school suggests.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See folks, should have been listening to me all along.  Now... I need another Bellhaven ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and I know I didn't post yesterday, I was too busy drinking beer! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83297788?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83297788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83297788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83297788' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83231736</id><published>2002-10-19T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T19:59:34.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Big Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was quite eventful.  After a late night last night chatting online with Jen (Don't think I've mentioned her before, but she is a nice person and is a great conversationalist.  I've never met her, will have to work on fixing that) I got up early and had planned on cleaning the garage some, however it was still raining so I scrapped that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon the rain finally stopped but it was still cloudy and overcast today.  My daughter was supposed to have a trail hiking even today, but because everything was soaked that was cancelled, so we just lazed around the house till the afternoon, then it was off to the skating rink for some fun.  However, it would seem that I spent more time skating than they did :)  My shins are killing me ... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is getting late into the evening and time to start wrapping up the day.  It was quiet and mostly uneventful, but a good day none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83231736?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83231736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83231736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83231736' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83196353</id><published>2002-10-18T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T21:05:49.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It is so quiet ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quiet around here, with the exception of the rain falling outside.  It is peaceful beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have gone to bed, CMT is on the TV and I sit here in the bed surfing the net drinking a nice cold beer.  Only one thing could make it better ... perhaps someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83196353?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83196353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83196353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83196353' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83131396</id><published>2002-10-17T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T14:35:47.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Must be that time of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you an old girlfriend of mine appeared out of nowhere &lt;a href="http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_dwm_archive.html#83020378"&gt;earlier&lt;/a&gt;?  Well, last night after my ex-wife brought the kids back from their weekly get-together she wanted to talk to me.  So being in a gracious mood I decided to listen to her.  During her (I do mean her's, it was mostly one way) conversation she started getting onto me because I have been dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed quite offended by it because she wanted us &lt;i&gt;to get back together&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;b&gt;What?!?&lt;/b&gt;  After three years of &lt;i&gt;Death Unto You!&lt;/i&gt; fighting, she wants to try and reconcile now and move back home.  Uh, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicly I had to do something I have not done in a long time.  Lay down the law and tell her in just about so many words that there was no way in hell the two of us were going to have a relationship again.  It has been &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too long, that and we still fight on a regular basis about things that happened during the marriage.  With all that she got very pissed off and left faster than I've ever seen her leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with women that they never seem to give up?  I could understand if we were still in love with each other, or even marginally attracted and doing the squishy every now and then, but we are not.  Hell, I haven't even seen her naked in so long I can't even remember the last time, it has been at least two years.  I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an up note, Michelle, the young lady who thinks she is already in love with me (I need to fix that, and fix it soon) is supposed to come over tonight to watch The Scorpion King after dinner.  I think tonight would be a good opportunity to talk about the &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; thing.  Granted, I do like her and she is a great person, but &lt;i&gt;love?&lt;/i&gt;, not yet I need time for that, and a lot of it ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83131396?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83131396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83131396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83131396' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83074476</id><published>2002-10-16T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T13:47:05.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is there no limit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows Steven &lt;i&gt;"Dude, you're gettin' a Dell!"&lt;/i&gt; the Dork.  Not only is he more annoying than a case of head lice, he how has his own AIM Bot.  OMFG, does Dell have no shame?  &lt;a href="aim:goim?screenname=DellDudeSteven&amp;message=You're+Annoying!"&gt;Click Here to IM StevenBot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83074476?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83074476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83074476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83074476' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83028363</id><published>2002-10-15T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T14:55:20.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;To One's Own Self Be True&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sourmash.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt; made a wonderful &lt;a href="http://sourmash.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_sourmash_archive.html#83003552" target="_new"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; today, that definately accomplishes something I do not think I could do, at least not easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that in many ways I do not &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; my ex-wife.  I do still care for her, and in more than the traditional &lt;i&gt;"She is the mother of my children so I must care for her a little bit, even if it is only for them."&lt;/i&gt; way.  At one time she was a wonderful, caring and loving person.  It is not my fault she changed, biology and life changed her. Course I changed too, but I didn't turn into a raving bitch either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to topic, Bob has been able to forgive his soon to be ex-wife, for everything that happened between them.  I can't do that, at least not yet ... even after three years.  I'd like to, but I just can't. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83028363?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83028363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83028363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83028363' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-83020378</id><published>2002-10-15T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T13:07:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why oh Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that some old girlfriends become a plague instead of going away quietly?  For some reason out of the blue, a girl I have not spoken with for two months, who also told me that she would never talk to me again (yea right).  And there for a while I thought it was actually going to hold true.  Two months went by and nothing, then last night I got an IM from her.  Then she disappeared.  Then this morning I open my mail and in falls a &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing droned on and on about our now dead relationship (it lasted nearly three years) why she wanted to talk to me again, and why she broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what posesses a woman to do this?  Here I am just about over the breakup, and I mean to the point that I no longer think of her every thirty seconds, that she would appear out of no where again to haunt me?  &lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;  Bad thing too is that not only did I love her, my kids liked her, and that is a tough thing to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I really didn't get to talk about it yesterday because I was so busy at work, and this goes into a woman's behavior again.  I met a nice girl about four or five weeks ago.  I talked to her a few times on the phone and then we actually went out to dinner.  After I got back on Sunday we got together again and had a pretty good evening.  But something has seriously jarred me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once, not twice, but I think it was four times in the course of about six hours she told me she loved me. *eyes bugging out of their sockets*  Now we have been out on five dates at last count, and I have definately not said this to her myself.  And we've gotten down and squishy once.  What should I do here?  I mean come on, I've been divorced about three years, and only been out of my third relationship in my whole life for two months.  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I've added a few more sites back into my blogroll.  I'm still rather depressed about my archives but it seems they are a total loss.  And right now I cannot afford to move to my own domain like I thought I was going to be able to.  I am looking into springing for BloggerPro, that way I can reenter the ones I have and back date them.  At least that is what BloggerSupport told me I could do.  pffft ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note] Haloscan comments are broke, they will fix them eventually ... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-83020378?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83020378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/83020378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83020378' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82964170</id><published>2002-10-14T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T09:09:00.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back to Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not broke, but I'm not rich either :)  I pretty much broke even on the trip to the casinos.  Oh well, maybe next time.  I do have one thought though, I spent two full days out there, and probably about 16-18 total hours at the tables.  But the place seemed dead.  It was not as busy as it usually is around there.  There were no major events going on in town so it is not like folks had something else to do.  When the casinos are dead, you know the economy is in the toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82964170?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82964170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82964170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82964170' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82855418</id><published>2002-10-11T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T14:50:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mini-Vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is finally the end of a very busy week.  Sometimes I just wish I had a shotgun so I could shoot all the prarie dogs in this cube farm.  But oh well, maybe just a cattle prod :)  I'm heading off to do some gambling so I'll be gone for the weekend, probably back late on Sunday.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82855418?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82855418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82855418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82855418' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82810624</id><published>2002-10-10T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T16:45:52.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Interesting ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dee actually went out of her way to talk to me today, what a supprise.  But have to be weary, she might be just bored or something.  I hope not, cause I kind of think I like her. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed I don't talk about the kids much these days.  I need to remedy that.  Problem is they have been pretty good lately, with the exception of the fact they are never quiet.  It is either one way or another ... dead quiet, or so loud that dead people move their graves to another state to escape the noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82810624?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82810624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82810624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82810624' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82804789</id><published>2002-10-10T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T16:06:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Making Plans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jennifer said that she would be unable to do lunch because of her current workload.  Hmm... ok.  Spend two weeks chatting online, about 30 hours total, and now she &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; make lunch, interesting.  &lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt; next week she says, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exw (evil-ex-wife) has the kids this weekend for vistation so I think I'm going to go to the casinos.  Now just which one is the question *hmm...*  Well, at least I can go there alone and be perfectly happy playing craps or blackjack and get my mind off the fact I can't get a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82804789?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82804789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82804789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82804789' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82759230</id><published>2002-10-09T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T16:48:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ah... Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wednesday.  I'm not sure I've mentioned that before.  But why do I love Wednesday?  Because it is &lt;a href="http://www.hooters.com" target="_new"&gt;Hooters&lt;/a&gt; day.  The kids get to visit their mother for a few hours on Wednesday afternoons, and I get to go slug down a few and eat some wings.  Ah... 30 minutes till heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery is also a big plus.  Only problem is, most are so young your afraid they're jailbait, not to mention they won't give a guy like me the time of day. They are nice and flirt, but definately not serious.  However, I wish Crystal was *dreams happy thoughts*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82759230?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82759230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82759230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82759230' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82756144</id><published>2002-10-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T16:46:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why oh why&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just one of those days.  Seems like Dee finally figured out she wasn't interested in me, I could definately tell.  I mean just look at the two dates we had.  And then over the last two weeks she won't even talk to me on IM much, at least not at length.  I mean, it is not like she is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; busy.  Hell I know she isn't, I know what she does for a living.  But some things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Jennifer again last night via IM.  It seems that my personal ad has actually produced someone who is not focused on finding a new husband after she got rid of the last one, or someone to be their kids new dad.  She is intelligent, funny and seems to have her head on her shoulders.  And unlike the last person I dated, doesn't seem to be a total nutcase. And I'm telling you it is a serious relief too.  One more, "Oh your cute, why don't you come over for dinner and a movie" notes and I think I am going to puke.  Problem is, it isn't &lt;i&gt;dinner and a movie&lt;/i&gt;.  It is "Come over and meet my wonderful kids then fuck me so I can rope you into a relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ladies, and I use that term rather loosely, I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted though I could use a bit of ... nevermind ... I won't go there.  But I think I will ask Jennifer out to lunch on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82756144?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82756144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82756144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82756144' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82723988</id><published>2002-10-08T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T23:15:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Peace and Solitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... interesting, how just earlier I was noting how they never be quiet.  And now, that they are all asleep, the only sound I hear is the dog snoring.  And yet I wonder if they are ok so I go and check on each of them.  Of course they are ok, so I go back to making lunches for the next school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, at times when it gets quiet like this, it is somewhat unnerving.  And you know why?  It is because I get used to the noise.  Even when I do not want to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82723988?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82723988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82723988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82723988' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82709160</id><published>2002-10-08T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T23:15:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Loud, Rude and Loveable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they ever shut up?&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time, back in ancient times when I always wondered when they were going to say their first words.&lt;br /&gt;What would their first real word be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, ok what first real word they say will be acceptable in public?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wonderful, now they can actually tell me when they feel bad instead of me guessing!&lt;br /&gt;What cute thought is going to cross their minds and pop out some inane drivel from their mouths that would make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... ok, time to speak in a tone of voice that does not qualify as a scream.&lt;br /&gt;Please ...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is enough ...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, &lt;b&gt;shut up&lt;/b&gt; ... don't you know how to  be quiet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82709160?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82709160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82709160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82709160' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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-3843650.post-82702452</id><published>2002-10-08T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T17:33:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Error ... Restart Required&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blogger blew up my site.  I'm working on reconstructing it.  I have my archives someplace, I downloaded them not to long ago.  I'm going to work on moving to a hosted site instead of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843650-82702452?l=dwm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82702452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843650/posts/default/82702452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwm.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82702452' title=''/><author><name>Babbling Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10917923628691790540</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>
