<?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-5614191</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:26:57.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Threads Of Being</title><subtitle type='html'>Of the Heart and of the Mind.  Three point one four one five nine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-115265838627151333</id><published>2006-07-11T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:53:06.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Dreams Come True In ~One Week</title><summary type='text'>Up North, one night when I lay down in the tent I was borrowing to watch the DVD playing on my laptop to rest just before going to bed.  This was either Sunday night or Monday night.  Happy comforting.Thursday I went to a dating agency, and ended up joining it.  When I went to leave, I got in my car and looked up.  The woman I had just spent the last couple hours with came out, got in her car and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115265838627151333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=115265838627151333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/115265838627151333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/115265838627151333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2006/07/three-dreams-come-true-in-one-week.html' title='Three Dreams Come True In ~One Week'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-112956079308383163</id><published>2005-10-17T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:53:13.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget again</title><summary type='text'>Just listing out more dreams that have come true this year while I'm remember.  (Will have to flesh these out later, but I'll probably forget to.)- Scott's parents' house over Easter weekend.- The strongest one turned out to be seeing "A Mid Summer Night's Dream" in an outdoor Arboretum and park in Ann Arbor.  That was the first day I had my god-daughter by myself (before she was my god-daughter)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/112956079308383163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=112956079308383163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/112956079308383163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/112956079308383163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-i-forget-again.html' title='Before I forget again'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-112381182631693666</id><published>2005-08-11T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:57:06.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Campaign</title><summary type='text'>http://www.brazilianartists.net/home/flags/index.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/112381182631693666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=112381182631693666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/112381182631693666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/112381182631693666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/08/real-campaign.html' title='The Real Campaign'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111722153324372475</id><published>2005-05-27T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:18:53.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce Your Snail Mail Junk Mail</title><summary type='text'>While I was going through seperating all the junk mail credit card offers and the like I get into the paper recycling bin and the trash can, I discovered in VERY small print on the back of one of the offers a notice telling me how I can stop these from coming! (I looked there because I discovered the secret hiding place for these such things at work while trying to figure out how to stop the junk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111722153324372475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111722153324372475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111722153324372475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111722153324372475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/05/reduce-your-snail-mail-junk-mail.html' title='Reduce Your Snail Mail Junk Mail'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111698670937200420</id><published>2005-05-24T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:05:52.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooo</title><summary type='text'>Here's something my friend Sara mentioned on her blog.  At her recommendation I went and saw/listened.Me &lt;-- New FanI liked it so much, I'm telling you that you should go take a look or listen as well:"Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111698670937200420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111698670937200420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111698670937200420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111698670937200420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/05/oooooo.html' title='Oooooo'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111178177299877029</id><published>2005-03-25T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:05:56.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Standing</title><summary type='text'>"Canada denies refugee status to American Soldier"Read the articleI'm not sure which way I'm leaning on this.  On one hand, I feel people should not be forced to go to war.  On the other hand, he was not drafted, he joined the Army because he wanted to join.Side note: It blows my mind that people join the military or reserves, and then when a war occurs are shocked they have to go fight.  Come on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111178177299877029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111178177299877029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111178177299877029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111178177299877029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/mixed-standing.html' title='Mixed Standing'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111134417486818065</id><published>2005-03-20T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:42:54.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><summary type='text'>Now that I'm in a good place, I need to start being a better friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111134417486818065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111134417486818065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111134417486818065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111134417486818065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111074525278510909</id><published>2005-03-13T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:20:52.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Great Quotes</title><summary type='text'>"Champions.Doesn't matter where we've come from.  What we've done.  Or suffered.  Or even if we make a difference.  We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." - Angel"Don't let Church get in the way of your Religion." - Brandee "Take the road less travelled, it's more interesting and there's fewer idiots." - Trekker01@aolThe original posts in this thread are at:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111074525278510909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111074525278510909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111074525278510909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111074525278510909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-great-quotes.html' title='More Great Quotes'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-111057292486094999</id><published>2005-03-11T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:28:44.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Dreams Come True</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it was September of 2003, and not last September (2004), that I last posted on this.  I doesn't at all seem like a year and a half in my head.  I think my skewed perception of time is getting worse... but onto the topic at hand.I'm going to try and list all the instances since the last time I listed them here, I'll probably miss a few.  One really interesting thing to note is that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/111057292486094999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=111057292486094999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111057292486094999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/111057292486094999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-dreams-come-true.html' title='More Dreams Come True'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-110987995454251291</id><published>2005-03-03T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T14:59:14.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be like her</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen that commercial where a Groom and his groomsmen are huddled in a coat closet around a TV with drinks watching a football game?  The Bride, with bouquet in hand and bridesmaids and others behind her, open the door to this spectacle.  Clearly the wedding is ready to go, people have been wondering where the Groom and company are, and the Bride and crew have been looking for them.  All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/110987995454251291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=110987995454251291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/110987995454251291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/110987995454251291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wanna-be-like-her.html' title='I wanna be like her'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-110977760552298338</id><published>2005-03-02T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:33:25.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Detroit.</title><summary type='text'>So picture it: driving along the freeway, you round a bend and see a sea of brake lights.  All four lanes.  You grumble as you pull to the right lane (your exit is only a mile up!) and quickly brake as well, easily coming to a stop without hitting anyone.  And then you stay there.  This isn't stop and go traffic, it's wait and crawl.  You look down the breakdown lane to see if you can see far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/110977760552298338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=110977760552298338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/110977760552298338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/110977760552298338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2005/03/only-in-detroit.html' title='Only in Detroit.'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109994931764769896</id><published>2004-11-08T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:31:26.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><summary type='text'>"It has been shown that it is the instability of broken homes, rather than the absence of a parent, that causes difficulty for a child." - Wooderson, Glenna, "Single Parents Making Progress," available from NAIC.  Sited at adoption.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109994931764769896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109994931764769896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109994931764769896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109994931764769896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109867850339632515</id><published>2004-10-25T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:28:23.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't Hate People Anymore</title><summary type='text'>And I love my frends. More later. *hugs*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109867850339632515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109867850339632515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109867850339632515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109867850339632515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-hate-people-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t Hate People Anymore'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109691655657795982</id><published>2004-10-04T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:02:36.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a lie?</title><summary type='text'>Is it still a lie if something you say doesn't feel like a lie to you, but isn't the precise truth?For example 1: Telling only the truth, but not necessarily the whole truth.My feelings are:   1) If you leave out some of the truth and doing so changes what is told so it contradicts the truth, or is just plain not the truth, that is lying.  (He said:  "No good can come of this."  You say:  "He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109691655657795982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109691655657795982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109691655657795982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109691655657795982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-is-lie.html' title='What is a lie?'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109638575754027308</id><published>2004-09-28T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:35:57.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Not Coming...</title><summary type='text'>They're not coming.  My Other Bestfriend and his girlfriend aren't coming to visit me.  They're stuck in NY.  Customs wouldn't let them into Canada, and as they start to drive elseways the car wouldn't shift gears.She says they *might* be arriving on Wednesday.  *cries*  I didn't think this evening would be soon enough.  Later definately won't be.  The only thing I had to get me through today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109638575754027308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109638575754027308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109638575754027308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109638575754027308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/09/theyre-not-coming.html' title='They&apos;re Not Coming...'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109535203868335738</id><published>2004-09-16T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:55:31.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML/css in Netscape and IE</title><summary type='text'>YAY!  I finally figured it out!  :DI've known for a long while that Netscape and IE display percentages differently, such as if you say font-size:80%; that will appear as different sizes in the different browsers, or if you say width:25%; that will appear differently in the different browsers.  Instead you have to specify exact pixel sizes for the two browsers to display the same.  (In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109535203868335738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109535203868335738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109535203868335738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109535203868335738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/09/htmlcss-in-netscape-and-ie.html' title='HTML/css in Netscape and IE'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109502373534422597</id><published>2004-09-12T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:51:53.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Spiffy!</title><summary type='text'>If I do say so myself.  And oh!  I do!  ;)We've got a new blog layout, one I've been wanting to try somewhere for a while now.  Em, let me know what you think.  I'm not totally sold on this yet.We've also got Blogger comments working.  Who hoo!Let the windfall begin...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109502373534422597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109502373534422597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109502373534422597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109502373534422597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/09/looking-spiffy.html' title='Looking Spiffy!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109474142904378700</id><published>2004-09-09T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:50:29.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Why do we, as people, feel the need to hurt others when we are hurting?  (That other usually being whomever caused us pain.)Why is it you always get hurt in the end by the people you care about?  (The only way this doesn't happen is if you die first, but then you've hurt others.  There's no escape.)Why do I have the need to have people I care about and who care about me?  It'd be so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109474142904378700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109474142904378700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109474142904378700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109474142904378700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109417966869181542</id><published>2004-09-02T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:27:46.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've discovered surfing the "Next Blog" button</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit I'm surprised by how many blogs in Spanish there are on blogger.  Glad, but surprised, lol.I finally came across one not in English or Spanish, it's in... um... whatever they speak in Malaysia (Malaysian?  Doubtful.).  But that's only one in dozens.I also see how many standard blog templates there are out there now, a fact Emily commented on in her blog.  Which reminds me: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109417966869181542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109417966869181542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109417966869181542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109417966869181542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-ive-discovered-surfing-next-blog.html' title='What I&apos;ve discovered surfing the &quot;Next Blog&quot; button'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109272529235508006</id><published>2004-08-17T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T02:52:40.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Post</title><summary type='text'>I accidently posted soemthing for my other blog here, but while I'm at it, I want to say, Jennifer is the best friend ever, I miss you TONS, and I had a blast while you visited. *HUGS*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109272529235508006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109272529235508006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109272529235508006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109272529235508006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/08/accidental-post.html' title='Accidental Post'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109134269184275234</id><published>2004-08-01T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T02:44:51.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in SC!</title><summary type='text'>Greer, the Holiday Inn Express off Pelham Road to be specific.  *Lovely* hotel here.  I'm sure Emily will be blogging our adventures in search for the perfect, or at least okay, hotel room.  Look for it!Until then, just happy to be here with her.  After my grandfather dying the Thursday before last and his Memorial Service being this past Friday, yes the day I flew down here, it's nice to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109134269184275234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109134269184275234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109134269184275234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109134269184275234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-in-sc.html' title='I&apos;m in SC!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-109021387066995387</id><published>2004-07-19T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T01:13:33.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure where I'm going to put this...</title><summary type='text'>... so I'm putting it here for now. I'm up to date on the story for a new character I'm playing. I have to change her history to fit with the world I'm playing her in, but I like what I have written now and plan on keeping that for her story and will write the changed one just for the game. http://www.mybigbang.com/worlds/characters/Gaia/gaia.html  I should be formatting the page to look lots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/109021387066995387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=109021387066995387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109021387066995387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/109021387066995387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-sure-where-im-going-to-put-this.html' title='Not sure where I&apos;m going to put this...'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108840061251365630</id><published>2004-06-28T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T01:31:37.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What little I did</title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting and wanting to write.  Finally got a bit of time tonight and decided to use it eventhough it wasn't going to be enough time to write what I wanted to.  Now up half an hour later than I should be.  Oh well.  Here's what I managed to do:http://www.mybigbang.com/worlds/stories/Troia.htmlIt's not much.  Only two pages.  *sighs*  But I got out a bit of what was going through my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108840061251365630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108840061251365630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108840061251365630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108840061251365630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-little-i-did.html' title='What little I did'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108364515299910254</id><published>2004-05-04T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:35:23.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One More (I still Love this one)</title><summary type='text'>"I'm lost.  I've gone to look for myself.  If I should return before I get back, please ask me to wait." - Unknown</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108364515299910254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108364515299910254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108364515299910254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108364515299910254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/05/one-more-i-still-love-this-one.html' title='One More (I still Love this one)'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108333168799291563</id><published>2004-04-30T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:20:07.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes I loved growing up</title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it doesn't make me angry.  It merely astonishes me.  How can anyone deny themselves the pleasure of my company?" - Zora Neale Hurston"When you're up to your a$$ in alligators, it's hard to remember your initial objective was to drain the swamp." - Can't remember who said this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108333168799291563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108333168799291563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108333168799291563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108333168799291563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/quotes-i-loved-growing-up.html' title='Quotes I loved growing up'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108330146182647445</id><published>2004-04-30T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:21:04.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quote</title><summary type='text'>"There are some things that just can't wait until after the Apocalyptic Battle.  This is one of them."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108330146182647445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108330146182647445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108330146182647445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108330146182647445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/great-quote.html' title='Great Quote'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108225917658625507</id><published>2004-04-17T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:23:01.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to "This Week"</title><summary type='text'>A few things I forgot (and I'm not going to go through right now and find the proper places for them). - Monday when everything started falling apart, the song "London Bridge is falling down" started going through my head, and ever so often for the next two days also, except on Monday it was "Jen-ni-fer is falling down". - Wednesday the Anxiety attack like feelings of February started up, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108225917658625507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108225917658625507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108225917658625507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108225917658625507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/addendum-to-this-week.html' title='Addendum to &quot;This Week&quot;'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108216095277655492</id><published>2004-04-16T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:23:58.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week (warning LONG)</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I keep saying I am going to write this, and I keep meaning to, before I start forgetting (though I probably already have) and forget too much.  So here we go.Last Thursday turned out uneventful after my last post.Friday was okay, I went into Boston with Mom, saw her office and met a few co-workers, then headed over to the convention my friends were at.  Got myself all settled in for working</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108216095277655492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108216095277655492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108216095277655492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108216095277655492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-week-warning-long.html' title='This Week (warning LONG)'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108143578018522884</id><published>2004-04-08T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:28:34.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>So I was freaking out this morning.  I woke up this morning 8 minutes before my alarm was to go off at 8 am, feeling rested and had that got-so-much-to-do-today-have-to-get-going feeling.  But then... I started feeling nervous.  "Don't go."  It took a little while but I figured out I didn't want to go... somewhere, but I couldn't quite figure out where.  To MA?  To the con?  On the plane?  To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108143578018522884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108143578018522884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108143578018522884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108143578018522884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-108088619265199513</id><published>2004-04-02T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T01:12:31.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy Dance*</title><summary type='text'>I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! II'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's I'm at Jennifer's! I'm at Jennifer's! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/108088619265199513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=108088619265199513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108088619265199513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/108088619265199513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-dance.html' title='*Happy Dance*'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-107336696942447177</id><published>2004-01-06T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:30:40.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Back!</title><summary type='text'>My best friend is back online!  I've missed her so.  Thankfully we've been able to talk ever so often by phone, but still it's been not fun not having her online.*BIG HUGS*  Welcome back!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/107336696942447177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=107336696942447177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/107336696942447177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/107336696942447177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2004/01/emilys-back.html' title='Emily&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106934026840058921</id><published>2003-11-20T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:59:55.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>Jennifer, just a note to you, to let you know you're the best best friend I've ever had. As much as I love Justin, and I think he may read this blog, I can talk to you about stuff that I never could him, and that he'd never take me seriously on. You're a fellow Trek fan, you're funny, you're WAY a nicer person than I am, which means you make me try harder to be a nicer person because I don't want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106934026840058921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106934026840058921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106934026840058921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106934026840058921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106714933261188482</id><published>2003-10-26T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:22:12.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Another Reply</title><summary type='text'>Responce to Wed 10/22/2003: "The Quiet One"*HUGS* And just know, in fact I'd like everyone to know, that you are not alone in your feelings. Then or now. I've found in the last few years that most people at some point before 25 have been there.  And most usually find it comforting and helpful to know they are not unique. Not bad or wrong to be feeling or thinking such things. That it's actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106714933261188482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106714933261188482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106714933261188482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106714933261188482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/10/saving-another-reply.html' title='Saving Another Reply'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106601916578296865</id><published>2003-10-13T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:26:05.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hugs*</title><summary type='text'>*Hugs* To my dearest friend, who means so much to me. You've always been good enough, you always will be, and if anything, I'm the one who will wind up not messuring up. *Hugs* </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106601916578296865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106601916578296865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106601916578296865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106601916578296865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/10/hugs.html' title='*Hugs*'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106572809180495466</id><published>2003-10-09T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:34:51.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FF</title><summary type='text'>You know you have a true friend when you can reveal things about yourself, feel alright doing so even if you think you are possibly risking the friendship, and the friend judges you still good enough for nothing to change between the two of you.Thanks.If only all the friends I was so close to at one time worked out as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106572809180495466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106572809180495466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106572809180495466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106572809180495466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/10/ff.html' title='FF'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106409688516025412</id><published>2003-09-20T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T16:42:51.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Title For Me?</title><summary type='text'>How about part of it being: - Fearless Leader - Sword of TruthHmm... that's all I've been able to come up with so far, that one line as the other is from Emily!  Lol.  Kinda sad?Oh!  I forgot one of my long time nicknames! - Miss MichiganHere's another from Emily, it's really good too!- Keeper of DreamsAnd, one I've been thinking about recently:- The Purple Ranger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106409688516025412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106409688516025412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106409688516025412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106409688516025412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/title-for-me.html' title='A Title For Me?'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106373936601683366</id><published>2003-09-16T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T15:09:26.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><summary type='text'>So I started a Dream Diary this morning.  Although, lol, it's just a book sized brown paper bag so far!  For some reason yesterday I *really* had the desire to start one.  I was thinking of walking up to that bookstore again, the one I went to on Sunday and got the "Magician's Companion" and that intro book on Cryptology, and seeing if there was a nice empty book I could buy to make my Dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106373936601683366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106373936601683366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106373936601683366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106373936601683366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106311787515373265</id><published>2003-09-09T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T10:31:55.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on AIM at school!</title><summary type='text'>Hey, guess what I remembered today!  There's a way to use AIM without downloading it!  Lol, it's been so long since I've needed to use it that I just forgot!  I sought out the like today, here it is for you:http://www.aim.com/get_aim/express/aim_expr.adp?aolp=I know I won't be seeing you on from school today (Get Well Soon!), but for future reference. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106311787515373265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106311787515373265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106311787515373265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106311787515373265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/get-on-aim-at-school.html' title='Get on AIM at school!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106268779721408228</id><published>2003-09-04T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:03:17.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I don't deserve it</title><summary type='text'>Jen has proved her value of as a friend, more than her weight in gold, platinum, latinum, or weapons grade radioactive materials on the black market. Even when I don't deserve it, she's there for me, with comfort and support. Jen, Thank you. *HUGS*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106268779721408228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106268779721408228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106268779721408228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106268779721408228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/when-i-dont-deserve-it.html' title='When I don&apos;t deserve it'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106251837777993636</id><published>2003-09-02T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:59:37.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Come True</title><summary type='text'>This is just to cataloge all the recent coming trues of dreams I've had.For those who don't know, I dream alot.  I like to sleep because I dream a lot, and usually my dreams are nice or good or fun or random or at the least  odd.  Rarely are they unsettling, and I almost never have nightmares anymore.  But more importantly, I was about to say: For those who don't know, I sometimes have what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106251837777993636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106251837777993636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106251837777993636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106251837777993636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams Come True'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106251700575883349</id><published>2003-09-02T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:36:45.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Ramble</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I've decided it's time to do what I've been meaning to for a long time, and use this blog for one of the major reasons (on my part at least) that it was created for.  Lol, now let's see if I actually get around to it.  But hey, I've gotten this far, so at least this is another step!Let's get esoteric!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106251700575883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106251700575883349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106251700575883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106251700575883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/09/minor-ramble.html' title='Minor Ramble'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106219241245035006</id><published>2003-08-29T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T17:26:52.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?  No.  Too busy!</title><summary type='text'>Geez!  I'm *sure* I'd be stressing, and would have been most of the day, if I haven't been SO BUSY today!  I'm only realizing now because it's the first time I've had that I've had to wait for something to finish and I've had nothing else really to do...I wanted to leave for MA just after 4pm today, but as we can all see, I dind't make it.  Still had work I needed to get done her at work.Then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106219241245035006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106219241245035006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106219241245035006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106219241245035006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/stressed-no-too-busy.html' title='Stressed?  No.  Too busy!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106198723268112289</id><published>2003-08-27T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T08:27:12.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good news</title><summary type='text'>I can't get anything to download, chat program wise, onto this computer. Like, seriously, apparently you have to get permission from the lab monitor, and I'm slightly scared of them. So, no go, disafourtunadadmente. I'll figure out something, but I've always had a problem with asking anything with strange authority figures, and here, the Lab Monitors are the authority figures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106198723268112289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106198723268112289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106198723268112289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106198723268112289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/not-so-good-news.html' title='Not so good news'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106140764570929270</id><published>2003-08-20T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T15:27:25.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><summary type='text'>Great news, the library computers don't allow the use of chat things, IM's, etc, but the Lab computers do, and my computer course means I have lab access, any time. How Nifty! Now I can chat w/ me mejor amigos todos los dias cuando yo no en los clases. Okay, garbled spanish, slipped into it. I miss you Jen, I'm sorry I haven't been around to talk to you much lately, and I'm glad you saved the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106140764570929270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106140764570929270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106140764570929270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106140764570929270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106139470329533531</id><published>2003-08-20T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:51:43.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, talk about timing!</title><summary type='text'>So it's a very good thing I saved my replies when I did, because not 24 hours later the tag board hosting people took down the tag boards for renovations!  I don't know if they're going to keep all the stuff that was in all the tag boards saved for when the boards come back online, but I just feel great for doing what I did when I did.  Almost makes you belive in foresight...  Oh wait, I already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106139470329533531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106139470329533531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106139470329533531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106139470329533531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/lol-talk-about-timing.html' title='Lol, talk about timing!'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106124208471867210</id><published>2003-08-18T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T17:30:33.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving My Replies</title><summary type='text'>I've decided I want to save what I feel are my important replies to a very important friend's blogs.  So here's my first set before they dissapper off her little tag board.---Reply to 8/2 "Sudden Impulse" and 8/8 "Pills"---I'll tell you what I told my best friends years ago, because you're that important to me.  There's no use in you trying to commit suicide.  Because if you do, when you get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106124208471867210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106124208471867210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106124208471867210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106124208471867210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/saving-my-replies.html' title='Saving My Replies'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106096072592376474</id><published>2003-08-15T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T11:24:08.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><summary type='text'>Did you know my friend, you mean the world to me,that I worry and fuss,when I'm not sure that you're safe or happy?slightly crazy, I know,but true none the less. Did you know my friend,that I think the world of you?That your kindness, strength and goodness,set you high above the rest?Did you know my friend,That I care as much as I do,for a person I've never met,in a land I've never been to?But I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106096072592376474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106096072592376474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106096072592376474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106096072592376474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106078432875022970</id><published>2003-08-13T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:36:11.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>If we assign numerical values to the letters in the word "FRIEND", we get 6, 18, 9, 5, 14, and 4, the sum of which is 56.  Then, if we take that sum and divide it by the total number of letters in "FRIEND", which is 6, we get 9 1/3.  Round that number down to an even 9, and we can plainly see that it matches the third number position in "FRIEND", corresponding to the letter "I".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106078432875022970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106078432875022970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106078432875022970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106078432875022970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-106019474950751759</id><published>2003-08-06T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T14:33:24.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A post</title><summary type='text'>Today, is a day, that Needs a Post. About what, I'm not sure, but it needs one on this blog about Something. So, without further ado,Something'sworth nothing,If something not trueNothing is somethingif nothing is newif New is nothing,and something is old,Then what is the point,Of this?Yes, a waste of space, Jen please don't be peeved at me, but today was a day to post something, or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/106019474950751759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=106019474950751759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106019474950751759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/106019474950751759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/post.html' title='A post'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105988144907191356</id><published>2003-08-02T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T23:30:49.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Alexander</title><summary type='text'>...was born around 9:30pm CDT two months early by emergency c-section.  He had a pluse for only a few minutes.  His mother didn't come out of the anestetic in time to hold him alive.The man (older than teenage) who caused his death was caught by the police in Illinois (where the accident occured) and given three tickets: one for driving recklessly in inclimate weather; one for not having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105988144907191356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105988144907191356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105988144907191356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105988144907191356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/jordan-alexander.html' title='Jordan Alexander'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105987768378060332</id><published>2003-08-02T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T22:28:03.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transporter</title><summary type='text'>I need to invent a transporter. Or learn to teleport. Or get a plane and a pilots liscense, if I want to be rather mundane about it. Because when you want to be there for one of your dearest friends, and can't because of distance, it sucks. It Blows. You can't hug that person, and it's hard to convey thoughts and emotions via IM or phone that simply sitting next to the person and watching their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105987768378060332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105987768378060332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105987768378060332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105987768378060332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/08/transporter.html' title='Transporter'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105960973433365374</id><published>2003-07-30T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T20:02:14.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so, I was supposed to talk to  Jennifer today on the phone to keep her company as she drives cross country moving. I couldn't remember if I was supposed to call her or she was supposed to call me, so since I don't have her cell phone number I decide it must be that she's going to call me. I go to sleep early, and wake up at like 8:30. Having no clue when she's going to call, I actually Get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105960973433365374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105960973433365374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105960973433365374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105960973433365374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/07/phone-calls.html' title='Phone Calls'/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105936973083466154</id><published>2003-07-28T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T01:23:21.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By Emily</title><summary type='text'>One dayI sat downAnd I thoughtI thought So hardI could not stopAs thoughtsCame byUnceaseinglyI thoughtPerhapsI could not be!(to be continued...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105936973083466154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105936973083466154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105936973083466154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105936973083466154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/07/inspired-by-emily.html' title='Inspired By Emily'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105924408342181667</id><published>2003-07-26T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T14:28:38.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought </title><summary type='text'>I thought. Yes, a difficult concept to believe, Me actually thinking, but I thought it might be a good idea to go ahead and write something, so I figured a note of thanks to my Great Friend Jennifer for all of her help, support, kindness and friendship might be in order. So, Thanks Jen, you're the best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105924408342181667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105924408342181667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105924408342181667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105924408342181667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-thought.html' title='I thought '/><author><name>Em</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614191.post-105914478943141152</id><published>2003-07-25T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T20:59:33.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing - Questioning</title><summary type='text'>Don't mind me, just need a post up so I can actually view the blog.  This will be deleted later.Or perhaps just edited later!  Lol.  Hey Em, I think I've gotten the layout how I want it.  Do you like?  If so, all we have left to do is choose colors!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/105914478943141152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5614191&amp;postID=105914478943141152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105914478943141152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5614191/posts/default/105914478943141152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threadsofbeing.blogspot.com/2003/07/testing-questioning.html' title='Testing - Questioning'/><author><name>trekker9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06848398479328393789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
