<?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-2993347</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:18:36.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SSDD - Aristan Saint</title><subtitle type='html'>Aristan's little life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aristan</name><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993347.post-80681927</id><published>2002-08-25T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T03:06:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;08/25/02: No Witty Title&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;current music: &lt;b&gt;Tori Amos | Boys For Pele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;current book: &lt;b&gt;William Shatner | Preserver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;current obsession: &lt;b&gt;Building the perfect Winamp 3 Skin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put up a blog design, it should get more than 3 entries before it's changed. And if I plan on changing I should at least make a post explaining the new layout. This is my second layout featuring Marilyn Monroe... strange that both version have featured her in black and white with black backgrounds. The first version used a more "Marilyn" version... this is more "Norma Jean". The name of this version comes from a Blondie song. I think that we've all reached a point where burning out fast is much preferable to actually living a full life. James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, more modernly with Kurt Cobain, and so many others... It's better to die young and never grow old. Yes. I designed this version while more than a tad depressed. Doesn't it explain the color scheme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate the commenting service I use. It used to be so nice... but in the last week or so, it's taking 10 times longer to load (thus making the whole page slow) and when it does load fast, it's because the service is down. Just watch... if it took forever to load this page, you'll be able to leave me a note to let me know. If it loaded fast (ie, like it should) You have nothing to bitch about, and obviously don't need to leave a note to complain. So you don't get a comments link. I'll be on the lookout for a new service to use for commenting. In the meantime, you can IM me with AOL IM at "AristanSaint" or email me at ramunto@carolina.rr.com. Let me know if you know any good commenting services that are easy to use too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me never to watch Trading Spaces again. I always end up angry. I hate Hilde, Doug, and Laurie. If any of them came to decorate my house, I'd burn it down. I want the perfect show... Frank, Vern, and Ty! That'd be a fun show. The rooms would even be fun AND livable. Tonight I watched the last show that Laurie did before maternity leave. Dear god... not only did she spend half the show BITCHING about the head board of the bed and how it was ruined because she didn't add a faux finish to, which the owner of the room said "Oh I love My headboard!", but quite frankly... it looked like a dining room that someone had put a bed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelf system was open... it looked like a china cabinet... and the fake trees... and PLATES on the wall. Just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a Winamp3 skin. They went from a few bmps (2 for each element) to a couple of dozen pngs with transparency. Hell... my main window is 6 pngs &amp; 2 pages of code. The equalizer is 2 pages of code and 3 images... the playlist editor? 5 pages of XML documents and around 16 pngs with lots of transparency. They're huge. I love being able to make oddly shaped players... but frankly they're huge even if you try to do something simple... and Winamp3 crashes much more often Winamp2. Hell, I don't remember Winamp2 ever crashing... Winamp3 lives up to the "win" part of it's name and crashes at least once a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Skin looks great... so far. Which is more than I can say for the Official Red Hot Chili Peppers Winamp3 skin. It looks like it was built by a 4 year old holding a crayon in his teeth. Their snap points suck too. (Snap points are those points where winamp consoles will snap together... when you bring them close to one another, they link together... that's called a "snap point'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-reading a Star Trek novel I read ages ago. It'd be nice if I ever read this particular series in the order they were written. Not that it matters... they're so not canon that it's funny. Picard is a dimwitted blowhard... Kirk has died and been resurrected in 4 out of the 6 books in the series. It's funny as hell. It's funny as hell when they try to bring all the crews together in one series, along with Mirror Universe Baddies (Evil Janeway!), who stop being baddies in book 4, and be coherent. Only Kirk and Tiberus (Mirror Universe Kirk, who was Emperor of the Federation) seem to be fully defined characters... which is good because Will Shatner is supposed to have wrote the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill... it's not a smart idea to thank your ghost writers in the dedication. And if you do... don't refer to them as your ghost writers. It defeats the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also of note that Janeway is one of the head baddies in these books, but in the series "Dark Mirror" she's a Terran slave, who's given Voyager. And in "dark mirror" All women are lesbians. Evil, mirror image Lesbians. And Lxawna Troi, and most of the rest of Betazed, are recluses because they never learned to deal with their powers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog's feeling better. We finally got his nails trimmed. He wouldn't let us cut them, and they were starting to become ingrown. They'd curled all the way under and started to poke at the pads of his toes. He's also gainging weight again, and the spot on his face is healing. Meanwhile the cat is still a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an interview Tuesday with ATA. I really want this job. Unlimited Free (space available) Travel anywhere in the lower 48... and only paying taxes on anywhere else in the US... damn I want this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell... I just want to leave the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James &amp; John called me today from San Francisco. They were out to eat... they seem to be having so much fun. I noticed that James is saying "Hun" about 3 times more often than he used to, and John uses "Fabulous" a lot more than he ever did before. I don't know if it was the Sangria they were drinking, or if San Francisco has changed them so fast. God... they were having so much fun. They live over a Starbucks in the Noe Valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out of Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not straight. I don't have a family. I don't like NASCAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinamegami.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hinamegami.com/interact/quiz/time/1920.gif" alt="Take This Quiz!" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-80681927?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/80681927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/80681927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80681927' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-80124827</id><published>2002-08-12T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T00:54:12.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nyankorocket.pitas.com"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; posted... so I guess it's my turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, some fun news: &lt;a href="http://www.aprilwinchell.com"&gt;April Winchell&lt;/a&gt; used several of my links on her website. Listen to April... she rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also appears that I'm one of my favorite Weezer songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://keightee.weezerfans.com/el.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keightee.weezerfans.com/main.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Which Weezer Song are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came up this weekend... I burned Ebichu and Chobits for her... I'm sure she'll love them. Her boyfriend's dad also bought them a new computer... they brought the entire thing up with them. It's funny... they came fore 3 days and brought a desktop computer, their PS2 and DDR mats, and the cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... now comes the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother got out of the hospital on Friday. She wasn't any better, but my sister was coming home for the weekend. So my sister and her boyfriend are here, my grandmother is weezing the entire time (at least when she's not coughing that is), and then my aunt shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to really like my aunt. But in the last few years, I've really grown to (and I don't want to say this) hate her. She's personally caused a lot of bad things that have happened in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ran off with that guy on a multistate theft spree, I'm the one who ended up raising her kid for 3 months. I was young at the time, I think I was _maybe_ 16, almost 17. It was summer, I was depressed, working at a resturant at night and running my dad's office in the morning after I got home from summer school, running a house for 2 parents who were &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; home,  and watching my little sister. And suddenly I had an 8 year old to take care of who'd never had to answer to any sort of authority firgure in his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that I started sleeping under my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... now let's come back to present day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me Saturday that my Grandfather's class ring, and his and my grandmother's wedding bands were missing. She said that my aunt had taken them, that she'd admitted to taking them, but wouldn't tell my sister where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew my grandfather. He died about 6 months before I was born. My grandmother has given a few things of his to me... mainly because I remind everyone in the family of him. We're both taller than everyone else in the family and I, like him, will probaly always have a full head of hair that'll be white before I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing Grandma had told me that was mine was my grandfather's class ring. And My aunt stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't say where it is, but I have a feeling it's probaly up her nose, where a lot of things have gone. She did return Grandma's wedding band to my sister... but she won't say where Grandpa's is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that you always would love your relatives, even if you didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being proven wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-80124827?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/80124827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/80124827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80124827' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79921733</id><published>2002-08-07T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T00:10:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Oregano &amp; Catnip&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... for some reason the last few days have been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother is in the hospital (stress related, and a long story I'll get to in a minute), my dog's sick (ditto), and for some reason S+S+D+D is number 42 with a bullet on Google if you search for "oregano catnip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/custom?q=oregano,+catnip&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;safe=off&amp;cof=L:http://www.comcast.net/images/comcastlogo_search.gif;LH:48;LW:176;LC:%23003366;VLC:%23660000;ALC:%23660000;GALT:%23003366;GFNT:%23666666;GIMP:%23660000;AH:left;&amp;start=40&amp;sa=N"&gt;look for yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost scared to even think what other keywords for my blog are. So... for the Googlebot's amusement: here are the keywords I'd like to have my blog indexed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hung, Rivers Cuomo thinks I'm sexy, Love Toy Lazy Susan (Home Improvement Projects), Nymphomanic-Depressive, Well hung, Tossed Salad (Cooking), Well Hung, Well Hung, Hale Bopp, Black Nikes, Apple Sauce, Well Hung and Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel I should be the top choice when you search google for the keyword "Google". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters, last time the Googlebot crawled my site was in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tori Amos Land Mail Art Object (LMAO) is up on Nervouseness. You can join or view the object &lt;a href="http://nervousness.org/lmao/index.cgi?id=6132"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Basically it's what's called a "Traveling LMAO". I send out the object, everyone does their part and eventually it comes back to me. This LMAO is called Tori Amos Pancake Recipes. I'm going to send out big index cards. On one side the person will add a recipe, or talk about their favorite syrup, whatever they feel like. The other side is dedicated to Tori Amos. Whatever they want to write, draw, paint... it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I'm going to scan all the cards and put them online for all to see. So far 6 people have joined. If you'd like to wax poetic about Tori Amos and Breakfast foods, come on and join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Mail Art Objects are great, it's finally a chance to get something FUN in the mail. Remember when you were a kid, and you wanted mail? Now all you get are bills. These things make checking the mailbox fun again! From &lt;a href="http://nervousness.org/lmao/index.cgi?id=6214"&gt;Photo Swaps&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://nervousness.org/lmao/index.cgi?id=6185"&gt;Angelina Jolie Fans&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://nervousness.org/lmao/index.cgi?id=6155"&gt;CD Swaps&lt;/a&gt;, what have you got to lose? Postage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been worried about my grandmother lately... She's had to up her breathing treatments to about 3 or 4 a day. A breathing treatment consists of her filling a nebulizer with a liquid medicine, and basically inhaling it. The Nebulizer basically makes it a fine mist so it get into her lungs. This morning at 5 am she called. My dad had to take her to the hospital. She had taken 3 breathing treatments back to back and they weren't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's spending the night in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be because of stress because whenever my aunt does something really stupid, my grandmother starts having problems. And lately my aunt has been doing stupid things. I'm not going to get to them here (again). It'd just take too long to explain everthing. Plus it makes me feel like I should be on Ricki Lake or Jerry Springer when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is also sick, he's had the spot on his cheek that swells, and yesterday it broke open. I think it hurt me worse. He didn't seem to care... I'm the one crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top everything off, my stomach's upset and I had rice for dinner -_- ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79921733?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79921733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79921733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79921733' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79738354</id><published>2002-08-02T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T14:00:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;yes... I know&lt;/h3&gt;More layouts than posts. I hated v8. It really lived up to "Malbela" (if you know what that means ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one better. Chii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org/"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family traces it's roots back (well 3/4 of our roots) back to Scotland. McLaurin, Hannah, Mungo... all very Scottish. Mungo is Scottish for friend and Saint Mungo is the Patron Saint of Glasgow. There's also a little French in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland. &gt;_&gt; Ok... it's because I find Scottish/Irish/British accents sexy, not because of any history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Which would you least like to visit? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::idle shrug::: There's no place I'd really not like to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in the US for a long while. Our family started in New York, but my branch quickly saw the error of it's ways and moved to the South. The Alanta House from Gone With The Wind (The movie at least) is based on one of the houses that my family owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been offline for a few days... damn Roadrunner... and now I NEED MORE CHOBITS! :::scream:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;1:58pm&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Cake or Death&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www3.sympatico.ca/jen.coe/quiz.html"&gt;Which Izzard Are You?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www3.sympatico.ca/jen.coe/slutend.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Slut Izzard: You'll crawl into any duvet any time of the day.  You get to shag everyone, and wear all their clothes. You're concerned with appearances, whether anyone will shag you, or whether you'll shag anyone else. Rejoice!! For you are a fashion queen.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79738354?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79738354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79738354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79738354' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79544523</id><published>2002-07-29T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T18:59:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;New Layout&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;7:10am&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which is worse: This layout at 800x600 or This Layout at 1024x768. This is my first time trying to make a layout with DIV layers. I think it might look too big at 800x600, and too small at 1024x768. Anyway, this layout is a work in progress, and who knows, Version 7 might have to reappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please guys, Email me, msg me, or leave a note and tell me what you think. I'll love you for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;6:46pm&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dynapost.com/jennifer/jennifer/barbie.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://arczangel.digitalrice.com/quiz_cheerleader.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's shower time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79544523?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79544523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79544523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79544523' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79471509</id><published>2002-07-27T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T07:59:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;More&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saunalahti.fi/~jylppy69/ninjacats.jpg"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt; is my new desktop wallpaper. &lt;a href="http://www.saunalahti.fi/~jylppy69/impra.jpg"&gt; This&lt;/a&gt; is gonna give me nightmares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79471509?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79471509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79471509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79471509' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79470862</id><published>2002-07-27T06:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T06:20:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;this week's friday five, bathing, more tori, and whatever else turns up.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening to:&lt;/b&gt; The Beatles "The Beatles (White Album)" disc 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reading:&lt;/b&gt; star trek tng: section 31&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyankorocket.pitas.com" name="Annie"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; is right... &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt; does help make longer entires. This weeks seems all about the history of my online logging/journaling. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H4&gt;begin Friday Five&lt;/H4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. How long have you had a weblog?&lt;/b&gt; I've had some sort of weblog, online diary, or journal for about as long as I've been online. I used to keep an webpage on my AOL space back when I was like 17. Damn... I just realized that I've been online for over 6 years now. God I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What was your first post about?&lt;/b&gt; I'm not sure, but more than likely it was about not wanting to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. How many changes (name, location, etc.) of your weblog have there been, if more than one?&lt;/b&gt; It's been on AOL, Geocities, Opendiary (and for no reason at all, Freeopendiary), Deadjournal, PITAS, and now Blogspot. It's gonna through a lot of names, starting with the imaginative "Bobby's Diary". I was a 15 year old girl when I was 17, so excuse me. I think I change layouts more often that I post. As you can tell by the number up there in the corner, this is Version 7 of SSDD (or S+S+D+D, I could never decide on one or the other). That doesn't include the SSDD that was on PITAS. There've been several versions that never saw the light of day. If I included those, we'd probaly be at SSDD 15. I'm currently (not) hard at work on Version 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What CMS (content management system) do you use? Do you like it or do you want to try something else?&lt;/b&gt; Right now, It's Blogger, which is obvious because I'm posting to Blogspot. I'm planning to get my own domain and hosting soon. After I do that, I'm pondering &lt;a href="http://www.noahgrey.com/greysoft/"&gt;Greymatter&lt;/a&gt; which runs many a site (Like Nessa's &lt;a href="http://lambent.org"&gt;Lambent.org&lt;/a&gt;) or maybe &lt;a href="http://www.moveabletype.org"&gt;Moveable Type&lt;/a&gt; which powers &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net/"&gt;Wil Wheaton's site&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, I could always just do it all in notepad... I wonder if they have a "I Blog With NOTEPAD.EXE" banners and buttons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you read people who have both a journal and a weblog? Or do you prefer to read people who have all of their writing in one central place?&lt;/b&gt; I'm not sure I've read many people who keep both. I'm not sure if I really see the point. But, if they're good... I'm goint to read them. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H4&gt;End Friday Five&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4am yesterday (friday) I got up and cleaned the bathroom. These people are slobs. Did some laundry and watched a little TV. I made some chocolate bath fizzies and took a bath. I listened to the new Tori songs (Favorites: Gold Dust &amp; Taxi Ride). I sat in there and read my book. That's right... Tori Amos AND Star Trek. I soaked for about a half hour and then went to bed. I slept on and off all day. I just wasn't feeling good. My leg is killing me again... but at least it's REALLY clean. The spot on my leg is less big around than a quart now. I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also lost about 7 lbs so far. Not much for being on the diet about 2 weeks now, but I'm still happy. I keep having days where I'll want to eat everything in the house and other days where I'll not want to eat at all. Like today... I had a Slimfast at 6am, one at 3pm, and my sensible dinner was a bowl of cereal at 3:30am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eel.nu/witnessthis/witnessthis.html"&gt;Witness This&lt;/a&gt;, How to be a better Jehovah's Witness. (from &lt;a href="www.eel.nu"&gt;Eel.nu&lt;/a&gt; which is quickly becoming one of my favorite new sites.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.aprilwinchell.com"&gt;April Winchell's&lt;/a&gt; Linkapalooza: &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ut/branton/rsod.html"&gt;Reptilian Sexual Offenders Database&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently not only are Madelaine Albright, Prince Charles, and Jimmy Carter  reptilian Aliens from another planet... they're also Child Molesting Reptilian Aliens from another planet!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally... a couple of quizzes. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;      &lt;table width="300" border="1" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000" height="200" bordercolor="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;tr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/goth/Teen.gif" width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;font color="#CC99FF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;What Goth Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/CVillan/Himquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Evil...Crossdresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;Find out what Cartoon  villan  you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/ydoc/" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support People in the &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org"&gt;Blogathon!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79470862?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79470862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79470862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79470862' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-79407273</id><published>2002-07-25T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T16:36:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;dream a dream&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about Tori just now. I know... it's 4 in the afternoon, but I"ve got my days and nights mixed up. I fell asleep, I was actually trying to stay awake, but it just didn't work out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* begin dream *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Friends and I hear that Tori Amos is going to play a show at a local club. We're all excited. It also happens to be a local gay club (and while it felt and was named after a local club it didn't in the least &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; like that club. But such is dreams.) We all get there, it's late at night. For some reason Tori decided to do the show really late at night. Because of this there are very few people there. And a lot of people who were there weren't Tori fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tori is doing her set, and through out it, bitchy people are catcalling, and getting on Stage. Tori seems pissed. Finally when some drag queen starts mocking her on stage, Tori just leaves. For some reason my friends and I feel the need  to run back and check on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run back, but when we get there, she's gone. There's a book on the bed... it's about painters, and there's a note written in what seemed to me to be french on the inside back cover. Then on the mirror, there's a note saying that It shouldn't be like this, she's famous and deserves respect, and that those of us who came to see her and not make fun of her, she'd get us all double beds in the mental ward with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* end dream *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://casket4mytears83.tripod.com/quiz/slg.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://strangelittleangel.homestead.com/files/quizstrange.jpg" border="0" alt="I'm Strange Little Girl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"One day you'll see a strange little girl feeling blue..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://casket4mytears83.tripod.com/quiz/slg.html" target="new"&gt;Which Strange Little Girl would you be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz made while &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/casket4mytears"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; was procrastinating her ass off. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... new Tori songs are great. I love Gold Dust. that is all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-79407273?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79407273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/79407273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79407273' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-78664742</id><published>2002-07-07T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T20:38:36.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;oops&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this didn't make it in the last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;safe=off&amp;q=%22aristan+is%22"&gt;Aristan Is&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;I&gt;- darkly tanned.&lt;br&gt;- under an international legal obligation to refrain from seizing the assets of the IMU&lt;br&gt;- writhing in agony&lt;br&gt;- not doing anything and I'm annoyed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-78664742?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78664742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78664742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78664742' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-78664171</id><published>2002-07-07T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T20:28:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;what I am, what I'm not&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyankorocket.pitas.com"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; was not only the the person who inspired this new blog design (Yay Scary Kids!) she also ganked this from &lt;a href="http://senshineko.com/weblog/"&gt;Neko&lt;/a&gt;... and in turn I'm ganking it from her. I couldn't decide what name to use, so I'm going to do 3 different ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My first name is Robert, but everyone calls me Bobby... so let's see what &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;q="bobby+is""&gt;Bobby Is&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An online and/or software based validator that checks pages for WAI and 508 accessibility standards&lt;br /&gt;- now available and taking requests from organizations that are in need of a speaker or host for businesses, fundraisers, schools, and etc&lt;br /&gt;- a point guard from Duke University&lt;br /&gt;- the kindest man I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;- is a kid at heart&lt;br /&gt;- not enough&lt;br /&gt;- a sexy babe!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Last name is Mungo... Let's see what &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;safe=off&amp;q="Mungo+is""&gt;Mungo Is&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- the most northerly parish in the Diocese of Glasgow &amp; Galloway&lt;br /&gt;- the nickname given by St Serf&lt;br /&gt;- drawn by Richard Jones&lt;br /&gt;- a large oil field with a small gas cap&lt;br /&gt;- one of the seventeen lakes within the Willandra Lakes World Heritage Area&lt;br /&gt;- too lazy&lt;br /&gt;- temporarily switching gears from the aural to the visual&lt;br /&gt;- making paw prints&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-78664171?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78664171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78664171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78664171' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-78634621</id><published>2002-07-06T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T20:29:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just testing out the new layout... leave me love [edit... messed up the comments code... it ate the ones you guys posted... but I still love ya]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-78634621?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78634621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78634621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78634621' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-78065031</id><published>2002-06-22T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T11:19:06.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rebel-fairy.com/mirage/scream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rebel-fairy.com/mirage/scream/bspears.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who's&lt;a href=http://www.rebel-fairy.com/mirage/scream&gt; SCREAM&lt;/a&gt; Do You Posess?&lt;br&gt;Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.rebel-fairy.com/mirage"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=http://www.livejournal.com/users/fadingmirage&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-78065031?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78065031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/78065031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78065031' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-77748135</id><published>2002-06-14T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T14:25:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;No... these are tests&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/pv.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;&lt;º&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomoftula.com/~forgiveness/tests/sin/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kingdomoftula.com/~forgiveness/tests/sin/envy.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana; font-size: 40pt;"&gt;24&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana,Verdana,Arial; font-size: 12;"&gt;I act like I'm 24.&lt;br&gt;This test was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~unknownj"&gt;James&lt;/a&gt; - Part of the David and James phenomenon. Take it &lt;a href="http://www.music-review.org/test.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="396" BORDER="0" CELLSPACING="0" CELLPADDING="5"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="24%" BGCOLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/edward.gif" WIDTH="84" HEIGHT="85" ALIGN="BOTTOM" BORDER="0" NATURALSIZEFLAG="3"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="76%" BGCOLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ffffff" SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;You Are Edward From &amp;quot;Edward Scissorhands.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ffffff" SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/depp.htm"&gt;Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicktopic.com/14/H/mNd3gFkVNvADx" &gt;Discuss 6/14/02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-77748135?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77748135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77748135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77748135' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-77727133</id><published>2002-06-14T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T00:31:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-77727133?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77727133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77727133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77727133' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-77442260</id><published>2002-06-06T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T21:17:56.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt; Catching Up&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my sister's birthday. She turned 21. She wanted a bottle of Aftershock for her birthday. She didn't get it though. My mom was wary of sending it to her. We got her a big box of stuff and sent it. Harry Potter DVD, Homemade Soap &amp; Bathsalts, Candy &amp; Cake Mix, some popcorn... and BUBBLE WRAP. I'm sure she'll love it (and the 50 bucks Gran threw in for her). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; After we went to the post office to mail her package (Yes, we waited til her birthday... we're horrible), We went to Micheal's to look at soap making stuff. We've made some much soap, bath salt, milkbath, bath bombs, &amp; bath fizzies in the last week or so, It's not EVEN funny. Making soap (at least the melt &amp; pour kind) is so fun. But everyone says My Chocolate Milk Bath is a weird idea. I think people will buy it. It smells exactly like a big glass of chocolate milk. Imagine taking a bath in it... Kit said she wouldn't feel clean afterwards. I've never felt clean after a sitdown bath. I only use them for relaxing. Soak for an hour while reading a book, then take a shower to wash the salt/milk/whatever off. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I picked up an application at Micheal's today. I promised myself no retail work. My legs just can't handle it anymore. But Badly Paying, Painful job is better than no job at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been adding and subtracting things from the Fserv... Up is the last episode of the Osbournes and some other fun things, down is a bunch of crap. ^_^ I've went from a half gig of free space to over 6 gigs empty. I feel SO happy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also planted all my herbs today. I've got Parsely, Sage, Rosemary, and yes... even Thyme. I also planted Oregano, Catnip, Basil (two kinds), and Spearmint. I used almost 3/4 of a bag of potting soil. Half my kitchen counter is covered in pots that are waiting for me to clean off the table in the dining room so I can set them in there to get some sunshine in the mornings. I'm almost afraid to put them in there, I keep remembering my plants from this winter... the ones the cat ate. He even ate the hot pepper seedlings! Well... I'm off. I'm going to make some Fruit Punch soap later, after my spring herb soap has hardened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you can &lt;a href="http://www.quicktopic.com/14/H/nSu4Ytm3YhZnF" &gt;Discuss&lt;/a&gt; this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-77442260?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77442260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/77442260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77442260' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-76089474</id><published>2002-05-02T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T15:23:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;hmm... &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-76089474?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/76089474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/76089474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76089474' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75985120</id><published>2002-04-29T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T22:04:05.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font face="courier"&gt;Evilness, Feng Shui, And Cosplay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been determined by my fellow #AFSM-ers that I'm evil. Here's the list of what makes me the way I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Why Aris Is Evil (Part One):&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;td&gt;I'm Gay.&lt;br&gt;I'm white.&lt;br&gt;I'm Pagan.&lt;br&gt;I'm democrat, didn't vote in the last election,&lt;br&gt;but still bitched about the outcome.&lt;br&gt;I wear designer imposter cologne and pretend it's real.&lt;br&gt; I record movies off TV.&lt;br&gt; I don't rewind.&lt;br&gt;I have more Cable outlets than I pay for.&lt;br&gt;I use cheats in video games.&lt;br&gt;I dress in Drag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;td&gt;I like fansubs.&lt;br&gt;I have over a thousand MP3s.&lt;br&gt;I download unauthorized E-books.&lt;br&gt;I eat meat.&lt;br&gt;I consider salad a decoration.&lt;br&gt;I use hacked passwords to porno sites.&lt;br&gt;I visit porno sites.&lt;br&gt;I "own" warez.&lt;br&gt;I park in "Expectant Mother Parking".&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;(nother)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; book on Feng Shui today, and am currently working on how best to combat the negative energies of this house. This is like the Feng Shui Don't house. A road travels right to the front door, the toilet is in direct line with the front door. The bed in the master bedroom has it's choice of pointing at one of two windows, the toilet, or the door. Each and every one of those is a no-no. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think the best way to get positive energy into this house is to have a tornado start a flood, fire, &amp; landslide and destroy the house so we can start from scratch. It's so bad that every Feng Shui guide I've consulted about the bathroom being placed so badly has involved boulders and the phrase "Just try no to go in there." -___- I can't hold it that long!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also working on plans for a costume to wear to an Anime convention. I want to go to Akon, but I doubt I'll be able to. I'll keep my hopes up though... and maybe we can see about Otakon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My idea for costume is to go as Ultra Diva Dejiko. For those of you who ask "What the Hell is Dejiko?"...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; well... just leave now. You've been banished. ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well seriously, Ultra Diva Dejiko would take the Diva/Queen Dejiko from the Xmas special, with the ermine robes &amp; sun glasses, and change the base Dejiko costume from the regular plain blue dress and white apron to a blue stain dress and do the apron in Silver... possibly a holographic fabric?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd also do a more sculpted headpiece... maybe out of a hard foam, rather than the furry bonnets most Dejiko cosplayers wear. I'd also figure out a way to either get HUGE sleigh bells, or at least make paper mache (sp?) bells that I put little jingle bells in so that I rang. I also would have to find a way to make more anime styled hair, rather than relying on a costume wig that doesn't really look like her hair. I wouldn't need much, and could attach it to the hat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The gloves would be oversized on the outside (using stuffing so they appear much bigger, like Dejiko's in the anime) and made of a high nap fun fur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh... and the shoes? I want Platforms. Platforms with a high heel covered in fur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I call her "Draggie-ko" ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as always you can &lt;a href="http://www.quicktopic.com/13/H/LBavMPwRj3r"&gt;Discuss this Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75985120?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75985120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75985120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75985120' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75327615</id><published>2002-04-12T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T11:30:57.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt; This is a Test &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/imso.jpg" width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/"&gt;What kind of drunk are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/optimusprime.jpg" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/"&gt;Which Colossal Death Robot Are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/criminal/henrykissinger.jpg" title="I am Kissinger."&gt;&lt;br \&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/criminal/"&gt;Which Evil Criminal are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75327615?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75327615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75327615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75327615' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75272945</id><published>2002-04-10T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T23:59:01.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;Vamp Test&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://deling.net/junk/tests/vamps"&gt;&lt;img src="http://deling.net/junk/tests/vamps/armand.jpg" border=0 alt="I'm Armand!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2&gt;&lt;a href="http://deling.net/junk/tests/vamps"&gt;Which Anne Rice Vampire are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://deling.net"&gt;Tera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75272945?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75272945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75272945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75272945' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75269884</id><published>2002-04-10T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T22:32:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;New design&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the new design up... let know what you think. More to come later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicktopic.com/13/H/dMLHG9F9jCd"&gt;Discuss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75269884?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75269884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75269884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75269884' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75135546</id><published>2002-04-07T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T19:09:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shokraw.com/angelina/joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shokraw.com/angelinatest.html"&gt;Which Angelina Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75135546?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75135546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75135546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75135546' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-75087317</id><published>2002-04-05T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T17:16:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Mom&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mother and I had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big one, at least on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained totally silent, and let her yell. Last night she went up to the store to pick some things up for dinner (I don't know why... we had plenty of food in the house) and when she came back, I was in my room... the door closed, listening to some music and reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the back door open. Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she screams my name. Not just a raised voice, a real scream. I thought she'd fallen... slipped... something had to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something horribly wrong, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd left a little food in a bowl that I'd set beside the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shouting for me to come scrap a bowl out. She started in on how lazy I am, how I'm yet to grow up. I just scraped the bowl, and walked off... letting her tirade continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm never gonna say anything to her in real life... here's a little letter to get things off my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I haven't grown up. I think you're wrong. I don't feel you ever let me be a child. That's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 years old, you made me get a job. That summer I went to summer school for 3 hours a day, worked at the diner until about 11pm and finished out my day helping dad paint people's houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd get home a 3am covered in paint, take a shower, and try to get some sleep before I got back up at 6am to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I was also running the office for Dad... and when my aunt pulled that disappearing act, you volunteered me to what amounted to raising her son for 3 months. I had no help or supervision with him, other than you didn't let him electrocute himself while I was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, you made me pay for summer school myself that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sixteen. I was working to what amounted to 3 jobs. Going to school. And raising a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder when school started in the fall, that I was loaded up on Paxil and I didn't bother to go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I know, I did go back to school that fall, but I didn't want to. I was still working at the diner, still working in the office &amp; painting with him at night. I'd do homework at the diner &amp; while painting. (did you know I had to give the school 60 bucks for a math book when I quit? It was covered in hamburger grease, ice cream &amp; paint) After I'd left for school most mornings, you'd headed off to work, I'd sneak back into the house. I would sneak into the house, and go to sleep. It was the only time I could sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, I never remembered what classes were happening that day. Was it an A or B day? and if I miraculously happened to take the right books to class, I fell asleep during the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget I was also on the school paper and on the debate team. You never once offered to drive me to a meet... or even asked if I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course during that time I was on Paxil. It helped a lot. I wasn't depressed or sad anymore. Of course, I had no other emotions either. Did you know that during the time I was on paxil... over 2 years, I didn't write not one single thing... I used to write poems, little stories, funny little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew something, Mom. I didn't know other people's moms didn't take their paycheck. I didn't know other people's moms didn't make them bring them drinks... fix them food... wash their clothes while they sat in bed watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still take my paycheck... except now, you just hand me a bill to pay. I've got doctor's bills from a year and a half ago I haven't paid... but during that time, I've made your car payment and paid your's, dad's, and my sister's auto insurance on time every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I haven't grown up... well... I guess everything's just a matter of opinion, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicktopic.com/13/H/AjeeEM4KsfR"&gt;you can discuss this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-75087317?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75087317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/75087317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75087317' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-10259224</id><published>2002-03-01T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T06:08:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;things I've learned from my digital camera&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;01) people either LOVE or HATE cameras. there is no middle ground.&lt;br&gt;02) sure you can take dirty pictures, but telling a techie you can save 1000 pics to a 64 meg Compact Flash card, and that the card is less than half the size of a business card is like giving a 15 year old a copy of Hustler.&lt;br&gt;03) Almost Everyone thinks they're Naomi Campbell. Pull out a camera. 9 out of Ten people assume the following position:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right foot back, left foot forward (pointed to left), Shoulders same position, head up,left arm slightly crossing waist. Hold till after flash. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;04) 8 of those 9 people always look like zombies because they blink at the flash.&lt;br&gt;05)The 10th person will flip you off as they pose.&lt;br&gt;06) I'm very pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-10259224?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10259224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10259224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10259224' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-10179867</id><published>2002-02-27T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T06:41:57.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;s-e-x-x-y.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlpquiz.digitalrice.com/sexquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mlpquiz.digitalrice.com/orb.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What Sex Toy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-10179867?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10179867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10179867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10179867' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-10045469</id><published>2002-02-23T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T15:25:33.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I promised less of these... but I couldn't help myself with this one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen/remy.jpg" border=1 alt="Remy LeBeau"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen/remy.htm"&gt;Remy LeBeau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eden.rutgers.edu/~alyssa13/xmen"&gt;What X-Men Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in other news... I've already started on SSDDv4, and I've spent the afternoon bleeding. I've ruined the mattress. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thought you'd like to know &gt;__&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-10045469?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10045469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10045469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10045469' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-10034633</id><published>2002-02-23T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T05:13:11.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;quickie&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaneglines.com/cartoonists/dailycomics/images/decarlo/decarlo1.html"&gt;Dan Decarlo&lt;/a&gt; was the artist who basically made Archie Comics... well made them Archie. He's credited with creating Josie &amp; The Pussycats (inspired by his wife and a costume party) and for giving Betty Cooper her ponytail. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; See Women who look decidedly like Betty, Veronica, &amp; Midge in some of his more &lt;a href="http://www.shaneglines.com/cartoonists/dailycomics/images/decarlo/decarlo1.html"&gt;adult work&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-10034633?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10034633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10034633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10034633' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-10034318</id><published>2002-02-23T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T04:39:54.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;i brake for trains &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h5&gt;current sound: &lt;i&gt;"Sweet Love Hangover"&lt;/i&gt; Diana Ross&lt;/h5&gt;On the way home from work tonight, I saw a van that had a large black &amp; white bumpersticker. it proclaimed that "I BRAKE FOR TRAINS". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know many people who fail to brake for trains. If you fail to do so... it gets a little messy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E &amp; I went to lunch at a Chinese buffet today. I don't know why we go there. The Sushi has been cooked (very slightly to keep it from spoiling on the unattended tray... but still), they have macaroni &amp; cheese, chicken nuggets, &amp; salsa on the bar... and they play Shania @*(&amp;ing Twain over and over...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This place must only own one CD... and it skips. -__-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm getting tired of my job. The last few days I've done nothign but clean up after someone's mistake at the factory months ago. Granted I'm not alone, all of us are doing it. It's a problem with serial numbers being missing from a database. But I seem to be the only one concerned that we first told customers they'd be able to use the product in 3 days. Then when they all called back, we told them it'd be five more days. I have some customers who have been waiting 15 days to activate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The dealers are getting mad. We have almost 300 people on the floor who are telling at least 299 different stories about what's causing the problem &amp; delays.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And of course, tonight I cornered a supervisor and she finally admitted that the "official" story is just that... a story. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; anyone interested in hiring me to make witty comments and be friendly?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway... I'm considering building my first computer. Yes... I read the latest &lt;a href="http://www.maximumpc.com/"&gt;MaximumPC&lt;/a&gt;. I've really wanted to build my own computer for ages, but just didn't know where to starts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told a friend at work, and showed her the article. Her only comment "You better not put Windows on it."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if you want to read the article PC Power &amp; Cooling has it on their site &lt;a href="http://www.pcpowerandcooling.com/maxpc/index.htm"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, and the final item for now, I've downloaded my Open Diary... It should be on my personal site soon... I'm thinking I should steal all the notes too... for some reason, they decided we didn't need/want the notes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-10034318?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10034318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/10034318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10034318' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9960562</id><published>2002-02-21T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T08:45:35.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;zzz&lt;/h3&gt; peanut &amp; spiteful are both sleeping on my bed. both are snoring. I want to sleep too.&lt;br&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9960562?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9960562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9960562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9960562' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9959632</id><published>2002-02-21T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T08:04:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope you enjoy the new design... I'm going to slowly remove the images from the quizzes so that the page doesn't bog down. Like it is right now -___-. Leave comments and/or email me to let me know what you think of v3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9959632?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9959632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9959632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9959632' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9865875</id><published>2002-02-18T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T05:11:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://glitterstars.com/shescrafty/quizzes/empire.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://glitterstars.com/shescrafty/images/lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitterstars.com/shescrafty/quizzes/empire.html"&gt;Which Empire Records Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://glitterstars.com/shescrafty"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9865875?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9865875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9865875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9865875' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9762088</id><published>2002-02-15T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T12:29:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.mcsweetie.com/tests &gt;&lt;img src=http://www.mcsweetie.com/tests/button6.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work soon.... blarg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I just blarg in my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9762088?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9762088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9762088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9762088' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9677502</id><published>2002-02-13T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T06:28:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.digital-monkey.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/xlineax/scoobydoo/velma.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take The Scooby-Doo Test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9677502?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9677502' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9677470</id><published>2002-02-13T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T07:13:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Ok... now I'm offended&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digital-monkey.net"&gt;::: Image Removed:::: &lt;br&gt; I was Fred Durst -_;&lt;br&gt;Take The Mu$ic Biz Whore Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; BTW... don't go to the site for the test unless you have a pop-up killer. I got 8 pop-up/unders during the quiz... VERY frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9677470?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9677470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9677470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9677470' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9545783</id><published>2002-02-09T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T07:12:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysite.freeserve.com/Intereo_Liberi/test3.htm" target="_blank"&gt;:::image removed:::&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the &lt;a href="http://mysite.freeserve.com/Intereo_Liberi/test3.htm" target="_blank"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are you?&lt;/a&gt; test by peacefulchaos!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9545783?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9545783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9545783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9545783' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9545721</id><published>2002-02-09T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T06:56:20.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;should I be sad or glad? &lt;/h3&gt;the office I work for is the only one in the company to turn a profit. our stock used to trade for 14 bucks a share. It's now going at 25 CENTS a share. Enron went under at 34 cents... should I be looking for a new job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9545721?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9545721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9545721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9545721' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9509839</id><published>2002-02-08T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T04:01:37.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;finally... one of these that are totally right&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://warriors10.cjb.net/balancedquiz.JPG alt="Call me Blanaced"&gt;&lt;font size=1 face=verdana,ariel&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Are you seme or uke? &lt;a href=http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=semeuke&gt;Find out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9509839?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9509839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9509839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9509839' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9423209</id><published>2002-02-05T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T22:02:46.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;BlogSeat&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attempted to play a game on IRC, with hopes of getting some funny things to post in our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the time that Annie, Kupek, Jen, Kit, and Sam lost. I can never repay it. I've ruined the course of their lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::giggle:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened though:&lt;br /&gt;-Chibi-MB- Okay. Aris, what do you usually wear when watching anime?&lt;br /&gt;-Chibi-MB- (I'm trying to not be TOO etchi &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Aristan- hmmm I usually watch Anime in front of my computer, so It's usually shorts and a Tshirt... Though it has been less. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9423209?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9423209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9423209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9423209' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9393486</id><published>2002-02-05T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T03:48:39.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;I'm beginning to think I have a problem with these things&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drudabear.com/wishaward.jpg"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drudabear.com/quiz.htm"&gt;See what Care Bear you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9393486?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9393486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9393486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9393486' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9393368</id><published>2002-02-05T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T03:41:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;yes... a new design -___-&lt;/h3&gt; I'm working on a new design for the blog... I don't like this one at all. So, more to come with this, more than likely today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... someone leave a note ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9393368?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9393368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9393368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9393368' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9360180</id><published>2002-02-04T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T08:54:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I'm Gackt, You're Gackt, WE'RE ALL GACKT-Y!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acesquad.com/gackt/leciel.jpg" width=300 height=150&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acesquad.com/gackt/quiz.html"&gt;Which Gackt are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=mcvarmazi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" WIDTH=17 HEIGHT=17 ALIGN=ABSMIDDLE border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcvarmazi.livejournal.com"&gt;mcvarmazi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9360180?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9360180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9360180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9360180' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9356985</id><published>2002-02-04T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T05:44:59.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Some people just don't get it.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over an email that Amazon sends me (You might get it too) called &lt;i&gt;"Bizarre Bazaar" &lt;/i&gt;. This issue's topic happens to be Barbie, and they're sharing many strange Barbie Dolls... including this one: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00004Y75B/ref%3Dmk%5Fdel%5F253276/002-8004509-0985641"&gt;Amazon.com: buying info: Sign Language Barbie&lt;/a&gt;. I guess it's good to have a Barbie doll to represent other minorities in our society... but come on. Does every deaf person you know wander around making the sign for "I Love You" at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids use their imagination. No one ever said that "regular" Barbie couldn't be deaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... rants happen ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... before I get WAY off course, this is what I wanted to talk about. A customer review of the product: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;In a house with a non-verbal child my other child, five can now say 'I love you' because of this doll and is interested in learning more sign with the hope that her mentally challenged 9 year old brother can understand her. The small trappings included like the stickers and the board are eventually useless. What works is that it introduces someone at this age to alternative ways to communicate with the differently abled. What about an audio tape with it. However, it is in the same category as the doll in the Wheel Chair leading a 'normal' life. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady... It's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEAF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; doll... I don't think an &lt;b&gt;audio tape&lt;/b&gt; will be appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9356985?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9356985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9356985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9356985' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9326521</id><published>2002-02-03T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T06:02:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Via &lt;a href="http://www.whowouldbuythat.com"&gt;whowouldbuythat.com&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;i&gt; We wonder what the &lt;a href="http://www.whowouldbuythat.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9117430"&gt;high school mascot&lt;/a&gt; is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9326521?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9326521' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9326284</id><published>2002-02-03T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T05:50:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;And now...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say... it's heading toward 6am, I have to be up by noon. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight. Doesn't matter I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K (the boss lady for those that aren't in the now, and if you're not... why are you here? lol) didn't yell at me today. She just didn't have time. I'm beginning to think she doesn't care anymore. Big hint: when she said &lt;b&gt;"I don't care anymore"&lt;/b&gt;. I'm a regular Miss Cleo, I tell you. She might not even write me up for being out. This place is weird. I've earned sickdays, but if I use them, I get wrote up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also not allowed to read things that aren't business related. Since I take one call a day on Saturdays and Sundays... I mainly stare off into space for 9 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was out sick is that one of my teeth broke in half. I get the first cavity of my life... and the tooth falls apart! Just my luck. I should never have started brushing. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the tooth breaking, I now have to have a root canal and a cap. It's not too bad, $600 for the whole thing. The cap alone should be $1200 but I have great dental insurance. I also got a new dentist out of the deal. It's a big place. They have 40 exam rooms and 9 dentists on staff. They take up a whole floor of an office building near Presbyterian Hospital. The only thing I find weird about the place is the Dungeons &amp; Dragons type paintings on the walls in the hallway to the exam rooms. Most Doctor's Offices have nice safe prints on the walls. This guy has Wizards, Dragons, and a guy in a suit of armor covering the walls. I guess I kinda like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo... I'm either off to bed, or to play more Diablo 2. Either way... wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9326284?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9326284' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9326263</id><published>2002-02-03T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T05:35:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;A few surveys: &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musetta.net/quizzes/dariaquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musetta.net/quizzes/trent.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trent's a hottie. If anyone knows a REAL guy like trent (other than me apparently) Send him my way ^___^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No Comments... but I'm: &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://violeteyes.org/tests/fruit/fruittest.html target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://violeteyes.org/tests/fruit/banana.gif border="0" alt="i'm banana flavoured!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Finally:&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jazgordon.com/jazjournal/tests/carbonated/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazgordon.com/jazjournal/tests/carbonated/"&gt;Which&lt;br /&gt;Carbonated Beverage Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/2993347-9326263?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9326263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9326263' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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-2993347.post-9117026</id><published>2002-01-28T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T05:36:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test Post, minna... more goodies from alice later... I'm gonna be weird! Posts go DOWN! ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2993347-9117026?l=aristan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9117026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2993347/posts/default/9117026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aristan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9117026' title=''/><author><name>Aristan</name><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>
