<?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-2839451733256067086</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:34.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Available In Blank</title><subtitle type='html'>Because it cost too much</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839451733256067086.post-624507203829299904</id><published>2008-01-07T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:36:26.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warning of Caution</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself wishing to stare at the sun? When I say stare, I'm talking about looking at it while making sounds of a death beam in your head knowing full well the sound absolutely makes a difference. Of course as with any evil action involving death beams, there is always a rather negative consequence that follows. In Star Wars, Luke by honestly shit luck gets a torpedo down a hole and blows up the Death Star. In life, our eyeballs just start bleeding uncontrollably with no hope of a clot as we've beamed that possibility to literal death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story about the guy waiting to watch a sunset whose watermelon has been conquered by ants and view is completely blocked by a freak stalled zeppelin has already been told we can only say that  he is the luckiest man in the world for we all no that if that zeppelin had stalled anywhere else, the man right now would be quite drained out having bled himself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its now the New Year, meaning pretty much another year which was new is now already used and put in the recycling to come back around 2020 ish. The holidays have been mostly pretty great except for the terrible two days after Christmas day in which I found myself at the vet with my dog petting her for the final time as they put her down. Lung cancer is a most terrible thing found in all species of the planet we call home and I can only be very depressed to say this rather awful trouble took my dog away from me. Still the only good thing I suppose was that is was fast and hopefully not super painful. She will be most surely missed as her memories will always continually live on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all, happy belated year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't risk your eyes, it's not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-624507203829299904?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/624507203829299904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=624507203829299904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/624507203829299904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/624507203829299904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2008/01/warning-of-caution.html' title='A Warning of Caution'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-1996859738519093938</id><published>2007-09-22T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:21:30.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusted Future</title><content type='html'>The point of a blog, I used to believe was to keep up mostly with current events; sort of like a journal. Now of course, as you might of realized, this is not exactly the case here. After over two months of not writing, there is very little link left between this blog and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Current &lt;/span&gt;events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right well to recap, I suppose the biggest ordeal would be starting Cegep. To keep it short, sweet and mostly dandy (As its quite early and I'm on a friends computer this morning) Cegep has been a ball. You might think that being school and all, a place where you're actually forced to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn &lt;/span&gt;would be a horribly dull ordeal. Happily this is not the case at all: For one, I'm now Downtown in the city which for me, being a country live in middle of nowhere person, means a lot. Secondly, the amount of freedom, is almost intoxicatingly different as we are no longer herded along by electronic bells. Which I might add, is pretty darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there, which account for a rather large part of the school (High population count) are all, to my current knowledge quite friendly. This is just odd. If we look at high school where people were always fighting, and you'd have combat stare downs while walking through a hallway, the next level up is weirdly tame. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that people who go there, actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want &lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;instead of it being a pure must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the general crowed as explained above, I'm meeting some people in which to converse with as well which is pretty neat. Several from High School  is there which me (Which is always a good start) but also meeting knew ones during dramatic class hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front, still casually looking. Yes thats a bold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still &lt;/span&gt;but I plan on applying to some bookstores downtown this week. (Presuming I ever write that English C.V. What a pain...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can try to write here a little more often. Everyone really does deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;Tcha right, who reads this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-1996859738519093938?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/1996859738519093938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=1996859738519093938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/1996859738519093938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/1996859738519093938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/09/dusted-future.html' title='Dusted Future'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-431804251952954817</id><published>2007-07-14T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:43:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s wet but not really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s muddy but not really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is slowing down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit, I sat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled, I tripped &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s wet but not really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is pouring down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is fading&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is drying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s wet but not really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sit down. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might of guessed, I'm a tad bored. This is perhaps a tad obvious due to the fact of the above whatever. Tool concert on the 10th was simply outstandingly amazing. But you all guessed that obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering, it really is raining outside. No shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-431804251952954817?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/431804251952954817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=431804251952954817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/431804251952954817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/431804251952954817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/07/sitting-in-rain.html' title='Sitting in the Rain'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-8184222748663977598</id><published>2007-07-04T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:36:42.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy</title><content type='html'>To be honest, at the moment, looking outside the window, it actually is cloudy and windy to boot. I like it honestly, it feels rather refreshing as the wind is just that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I should possibly be doing something of more constructiveness. Maybe write a story or something just for basically the funness  of doing just that. Still the whole predicament of what will the theme be, topic and such will arise perhaps making it more difficult then originally planned.&lt;br /&gt;Canada day, those three days ago was rather quite fun as we got to all have a group hang out at Brads. It was quite very enjoyable plus the fireworks were at their A+ effectiveness of good. Of course however the whole day went by rather fast, to the cottage and meeting of the aunts boyfriend to the party and ride home, it ended with a fingered snap of speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing really to say I might end it just like that. Another bored entry in which a topic was never really found to write about. More just a random cleaning I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining now, lawn mowing soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-8184222748663977598?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/8184222748663977598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=8184222748663977598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8184222748663977598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8184222748663977598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/07/windy.html' title='Windy'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-4332125812221208347</id><published>2007-06-29T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:24:49.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendous Passages</title><content type='html'>Horrendous passages. Possibly a forewarning. But if you're reading this, I would sort of presume you might know all of this.  Its not as if you care for any of these tales which often of moreness then not is more fictioned fact then that fake stuff which plays on the tele under documentary wonderfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it being summer people tend to turn to, " Hey Look lets all jump the Band wagon and get a job" Now the first thing that comes to mind is basically why. Do you honestly know how dangerous it is to jump on a strange band wagon? If I myself was riding one, I would undoubtedly try to push any poor sucker who tries to leap on. Call it  a  protection mechanism or sheer  assholeism, the straw benches on the wagon is horribly comfortable with limited room. Tough luck buddy. Get your own seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who claim to call you back seem to already know exactly if they will or not. Evil things inside their head whispering " Look at him, look at his moppy hair, yeah lets screw with him and claim to phone but don't " comes to mind here.  Now this is seemingly becoming rather rantful which I swear to the drawn frog that it was not my beginning hope to become as one. Its not all the bad really. The bright side being is that by being home I have time to write this blog. So its basically an almost public service for not going to work as people are so holding their breaths to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for the last Summer before the next, it would be almost the best to not really work and enjoy the last of Freedom, Boredom, and doing whatever. Years from now, likely I will be thinking fondly of these times, wishing to have more spare time counting the days until my yearly 2 week granted holidays comes around. You know the ones you basically rush to book before your Co Workers, hoping afterwards they don't poison you or steal your Mouse pad (As wouldn't that just be a piss-cutter) for taking your holidays first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, C.V's are being handed out awaiting for winter for that ultimate slope job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~P.N   (Please Note as created by the other playwright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving Exam Dates are gay lame and should be hung from its toes stuck on a marmaladed cloths line really meant for socks and dish towels. And the wiki site is not really operational. Meaning dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-4332125812221208347?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/4332125812221208347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=4332125812221208347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/4332125812221208347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/4332125812221208347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/06/horrendous-passages.html' title='Horrendous Passages'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-567373635124151097</id><published>2007-05-27T21:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:48:39.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiki Site</title><content type='html'>Opposed to my seemingly 'Normal' length of posts, this one shall be definitely a tad shorter. Basically it is just to inform the greater public (Being whoever is reading this of course. We all know how famous this site is =P) that I've just started my own Wiki website. Its hosted by the free Wikidot which currently seems rather awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at the moment its on Private Mode, as it's a work in progress. Still, if your interested in giving me a hand with or, or just want to add pages yourself, feel free to let me know. In person would be preferable but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the site from the following link found &lt;a href="http://lost-pages.wikidot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining clouds are less bleak then those shaded sun rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-567373635124151097?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/567373635124151097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=567373635124151097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/567373635124151097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/567373635124151097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/05/wiki-site.html' title='Wiki Site'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-5317790007878229894</id><published>2007-05-26T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:39:52.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe You're Better Off This Way</title><content type='html'>Passive, A Perfect Circle is what I'm seemingly obviously listening to.  Now true, I'll be the first to admit with a weepy teary eye sadness that I have not given any time devotion to this blog since well...January.  As its now, much after that time, and I'm a trifle board, I might as well right again. So I watched Doctor who season two special features cette night. T'was good with David Tenants Video Diaries, only it lasted quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of normal school until everything will be its done completion. High school no more. Until I go back. Then it would be more but nonetheless whatever. Its coming. That in itself sort of brings up the sad point of that graduation ceremonies, prom and all that goes with that. Truth be told, it now seems all of a sudden a rather major thing. But why is that? Like when you actually think about it, this whole " Build up " that some are feeling is all honky doory except for one small thing. It will all be over in half a day. Pretty fast. Sort of like Christmas.  Okay maybe not like Christmas. Nothing can compete with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, well as updates go nothing terribly that incredibly interesting has happened. In the one typical category of normalness, its a negatoré of sorts. Sure there has been times but seriously,  is that really much of a surprise there? I've read some of my other blogs recently to a little bit of an amazement.  I actually wrote those things? Like I know these are dull enough but wow. Still, since you the reader have the power to exit any time you so deem to want it, I suppose its not the hellish after all. So really I have nothing all that much to write about now. Drove and still trying to learn Manual. Yep. Sorta working. Little slow. One day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I might write sometime sooner then later, since it is a sort of brain drainer. My only advice is just Grate the clouds above before the seas below run daft to the saddened Crow. An L on ones forehead stands for what again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right thats me... evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-5317790007878229894?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/5317790007878229894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=5317790007878229894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/5317790007878229894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/5317790007878229894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-youre-better-off-this-way.html' title='Maybe You&apos;re Better Off This Way'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-5298840621957091108</id><published>2007-01-03T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:31:52.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Melted Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Open the wrapper, turn the page and hang it up. It came, it went, and we now have a new number to write down. Party? Dancing? Music? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Simple as no, yet with none of those darkened somber effects related to it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead insert ‘Wizard of Oz,’ a fire, snacks and hanging. Not such a bad night after all is it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;As for the day itself, being Christmas, it really was, obviously quite enjoyable. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, being with family, the …No snow… (Yeah okay that horribly sucked)…and well you know...Presents. You never get too old for those. They just rock, point final. Bass effects? Hell yeah! It was good, very good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;No school meaning holiday’s right? Holidays meaning time to relax don’t work right? So tell me, if you find yourself nodding to these things above, how do projects and us all getting sick fit in? Yeah I don’t know either, must be that global warming. Yeah…that’s it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;As the post below mentioned, I and some friends were supposed to get together sometime for a gathering of sorts and hang out as it has been since around November. Well simply put, this occurred the last night to much satisfaction of fun. Alright so I admit, the movie choice was poor, Death Tunnel being odd however that near twenty to two in them morning sprint for gods know what reason was actually quite a lung freshener. Pity the light didn’t flash out though, would have made it a more ah. Or least got Jeremie to pull out his handbook and find us an answer to the hellish situation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes the gifts were top notch awesome, as I’ve now got the Album itself to start learning songs from it. Plus of course, the song Faulty Electronics made will be the next big hit. We just need a chorus now. Soon shall hope. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The final being as always I don’t know, the later ness of time seems ever so unsure. I don’t think it will occur but suppose there’s always some chance of happenings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Left, right then left again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-5298840621957091108?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/5298840621957091108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=5298840621957091108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/5298840621957091108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/5298840621957091108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2007/01/frozen-melted-snow.html' title='Frozen Melted Snow'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-7468889789680069295</id><published>2006-12-28T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:16:20.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Prochaine Sleepover</title><content type='html'>So guys, when is the next sleepover going to be?  When is everybody free?  Seeing as Jeremie doesn't participate in this blog, I should be asking this in person.  I think it could be at my house, seeing as the last one was courteously hosted by James &amp; co.  Point being, I think this could be a good place to brainstorm for ideas of what to do.  James I'll be wanting to have you give your new bass effects a spin for us, so music is definitely in the picture.   A movie could have some promise, seeing as I will soon be giving Jeremie some inspiration on the superhero genre... (this may have some hinting as to what his Christmas present is).  A midnight walk is always good, as long as we bundle up.  2 o'clock tea or coffee is usually mandatory to keep us kicking.  The Talk (yes it warrants capitol letters) somehow manages to weasel it's way into things, some way or another.  Anyways, any additions will be welcomed, something new could be interesting.  And Jelena, feel free to comment or write your own posts, for it seems as if you have fallen from the face of the earth, my fiery Klingon-blooded blog buddie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-7468889789680069295?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/7468889789680069295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=7468889789680069295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/7468889789680069295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/7468889789680069295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/le-prochaine-sleepover.html' title='Le Prochaine Sleepover'/><author><name>Alex</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-2839451733256067086.post-4386043801605152365</id><published>2006-12-22T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:51:36.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carve, Fall and Cotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its winter, we're in what they consider the oh so " Great White North " and its green outside with leaves still being seen on lawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Skied today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty, fantastic and discount price, it was pretty rocking for one trail. I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been all closed, lockdown and finished with the last day coming and going like a garbled VHS tape. Some parts were much too slow while others speeded through not letting time to enjoy.  With re-runs looking out, as connectors are much to pricey, we now must look ahead to the smell and sight of the cookied season ahead.  Its not a bad prospect, work is set to minimum and thrill factor is reaching the setting of 11 which mightily surpasses the setting of 10 of many common amps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the pair of weeks ahead, seeing in person is now a lost art, being all but reverted to the alphabet and pop ups.  That is admittedly the only downside to vacation, the pining to go back. Well alright, perhaps not as school projects and likeness is certainly not welcome back until the 07 year. Still the other parts might be, least in the beginning put to the box of&lt;i&gt; Slight missings &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Candy Canes, presents, trees and togetherness. It's here, it's time, do enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-4386043801605152365?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/4386043801605152365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=4386043801605152365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/4386043801605152365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/4386043801605152365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/carve-fall-and-cotton.html' title='Carve, Fall and Cotton'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-8812988939469744027</id><published>2006-12-15T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:07:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;...Yeh right. Well, here it is again folks. Christmas! Woopie! ... Well actually this Christmas seems not so holly and jolly. I find that there is one huge reason for this. THERES NO SNOW! It's almost unthinkable to have a Christmas without snow and yet it looks like we're going have one. Dam u global warming. This is the time where you get to go outside and play in the snow, ski, and have lots of fun. However now all we're getting is lots and lots of rain. How the hell are we going make snow angels in the snow??? There is still one thing though that I'll always love about Christmas. I could say the presents but then someone will slap me. The thing I love most about Christmas is the fact that we don’t have school. YES! SO, to end this long rant I would like to wish everyone a happy holidays. Hope you've all been good. He’s been watching u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-8812988939469744027?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/8812988939469744027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=8812988939469744027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8812988939469744027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8812988939469744027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>Alex Newman</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-2839451733256067086.post-8504275222089928568</id><published>2006-12-11T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:16:11.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question Rival to The Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>So as you already know James, I'm planning on getting a laptop for a bit of a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; gift.   It would be the kind of thing where I would pay for most of it and the parents would chip in a little, so &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; quite nice on the bank account.  And now we come to the big question, to get a PC or a mac?  I can tell now that I won't be doing any, or almost any, gaming on it, so that problem is out of the way.  I've heard good things about the mac as long as you're doing anything apart from gaming, and I would be using it for word, excel and possibly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; mostly, apart from general usage.  I'm not familiar with the inner workings of a mac, so that might take some getting used to, but that shouldn't be much of a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.  They might be a little bit slower than a PC, but I'm not buying a laptop for hair raising speed, otherwise I'd go for the enormously expensive Dell &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XPS&lt;/span&gt; (which I customized one on the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; just for fun, total is $4 855) and even then a desktop would beat that at half the price.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, if there's anything I've missed in this small discussion, please feel free to add in.  As for now I'm interested in learning a little more bout the mac.  Hope this doesn't spark too much &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;controversy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-8504275222089928568?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/8504275222089928568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=8504275222089928568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8504275222089928568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8504275222089928568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/question-rival-to-meaning-of-life.html' title='A Question Rival to The Meaning of Life'/><author><name>Alex</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839451733256067086.post-3808968349204375617</id><published>2006-12-06T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:27:28.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, as I'm sure u guessed, I'm the new guy here. This is my first blog I'm part of and already I'm not sure what to say. Well, things can only get better from here eh? I guess I'll start by making a bit of an introduction. I'm James younger brother. Yes, sadly I do live with this poor fella. I'm in high school and just doing what most teenagers do: eat, sleep, play video games. Some may say this is a pretty sad life but I like it. Okay, well my life is a little more interesting than that but I'm just too dam lazy to talk about it. I guess that’s all for now because James is yelling at me for not posting yet. Until next time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your lord and master, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alex  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-3808968349204375617?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/3808968349204375617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=3808968349204375617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/3808968349204375617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/3808968349204375617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-newbie.html' title='The New Newbie'/><author><name>Alex Newman</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-2839451733256067086.post-3660163154634702333</id><published>2006-12-06T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:47:54.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Branched Advil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Weight training and badminton. What a chilling wondered mix.  Apart from the arm numbing hell bend suicides, I shall admit here and now it is slightly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently after gazing at the last date of writing, it’s been some time since. Excuses of being busy slowly drift to mind only to be shot and knocked back down, back to where they've come from as I suppose laziness is all the it is. Newness is nothing that extraordinary since then, however apart from the wonderful fact of the now snow covered powder ness which outside is slowly becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure this and that has been happening since then, from life to school and all that wonder that msn can promote but lets be quite frank and sincere for this one moment...Can you say you care? I'd think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose I could say a brief thing about that so-called " Variety " show in which I participated in playing the instrument of mine.  I shall say it was an experience, plain and simple. Sadly predictions still came through to being correct however I managed to show my non dancing skills by doing next to nothing evoking the wrath of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it done yet??        No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all right, it is almost done as, after stewing and fixing my tea and returning to the keyboard, the realization of what a pointless post this is hits full hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea done, still no idea. Crap. Might be cutting this one short.  No morals equals no injustices which might be a better idea sometime when the batteried time is up for all to behold and darkness comes with amber glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-3660163154634702333?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/3660163154634702333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=3660163154634702333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/3660163154634702333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/3660163154634702333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/12/branched-advil.html' title='Branched Advil'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-2723539474120017379</id><published>2006-11-23T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:35:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;  Now some say, everything we do in our lives, is written down, logged and put away. Most, or none, depending who your talking to (If any but we're going to pretend for the moment, we're all sane) might think that this theory is silly as who the hell would want to spent ones life writing down the nuances of human lives. Although it could end up being a script for a movie, as with looking at some movies, one would be hard pressed to get worse, It's still likely that it wouldn't be that appreciated by the population at large.  The question of pay itself would also be raised. It can be either considered a valorous job as you’re an author and all, or a sucky one as you’re stuck with pencil cramps. I say this only because it is more amusing to imagine without computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   More so, apparently no name Tylenol does wonders to fevers. Sure I had to go up on stage, become doomed and gloomed with the song, then, as if a gift from the side, I was able to leave in all post fashion. Perhaps once the night, or afternoon approaches I might become nervous. Then again, I'm thinking more it will be a feeling of bottomless dread as frankly, I rather not be up there at all. Now if only it would snow.  For all or actually no one, as who reads this... I say snow meaning the whole flaked rain ordeal not the storms you see from head and shoulder shampoo commercials.  That would be something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next miserable ordeal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-2723539474120017379?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/2723539474120017379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=2723539474120017379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/2723539474120017379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/2723539474120017379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/11/scriber.html' title='Scriber'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-2212118052611313366</id><published>2006-11-21T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:19:16.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep on Vacation</title><content type='html'>Teeth...Check&lt;br /&gt;Water...Check&lt;br /&gt;Fed the cow...I don't own a cow...but sure Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so ready for bed. Crawl in, as... well it is eleven, and unlike some people, I'm quite tired. Close my eyes, get ready for darkness Thenn I open them again. This goes on, for an hour and a half about. Have you ever had one of those nights when your dead tired, yet sleep is just always evading your grasp? I think most would agree it seriously sucks. Sure the worst is Christmas but then again, only odders can sleep through that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Santa and his roof walking. So much for the NASA designed quiet reindeer boots. actually on second thought, never mind about the reindeer boots. He might just get hooved and thrown off a roof if seen in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then the day dawns, a new one at that. Finally indeed. The alarm clock is lovingly smashed to down and all is great. Sure you can scold yourself in a shower, boiling and such but when you think back to the morning umm. Okay Cripes its early. Don't quite remember. Sure I can talk about school but who the hell cares about that? Hey Stop that. I don't need those death glares, awaiting my approach to the next apple picking field trip. Besides, I swear to orange that that apple was rightfully mine. Argh I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is simple. Badminton, falling down on a cement floor amidst a lot of groaning and moaning, much  like when reading this afterwards.  Homework follows which is a drag, but also nice as only one more day to weekend. Which actually is a whole new story which I wont get into right this moment. So keeping all that in mind, I wish you all the best of luck with tonights sleep. Heres to hoping those sheep are energized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-2212118052611313366?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/2212118052611313366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=2212118052611313366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/2212118052611313366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/2212118052611313366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/11/sheep-on-vacation.html' title='Sheep on Vacation'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-478193569559319849</id><published>2006-11-20T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:52:32.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine fine fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I will go ahead and make my first post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because someone *coughalexcough* is oh so very impatient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes alex, i have decided to victimize you because i am superiour and hold all power over you. You better start sucking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What to say... well, this is what happens when James is home sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be very afraid. No good can come from a blog as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whatever he told you about us being able to be smart, ignore it. we're idiots. the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, i will end this lame pointless post which is only lame because i am being rushed. fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOW TO YOUR FUTURE RULER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before i teleport you into a 5 meter distance from alex, which can prove to be deadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-478193569559319849?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/478193569559319849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=478193569559319849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/478193569559319849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/478193569559319849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/11/fine-fine-fine.html' title='Fine fine fine.'/><author><name>Jelibean</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839451733256067086.post-149120484796644134</id><published>2006-11-20T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:03:20.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Condolences</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, which crazily enough you likely are, I feel I must make an apology upfront. If you came here looking for a normal experience, I'm sad to admit here is not the place where that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend Alex  posted the main intro, I'm freed from the responsibility of posting one of such. Now what exactly will be the point and future of this blog? Likely a place where we, as a bunch are free to brain leak whatever thoughts are cluttered around up there. (Yes as scary as that sounds, we are actually capable of thinking somewhat intelligent feasible thoughts at times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it. Short sweet and emotional.  Okay well maybe none of those but the point is I tried. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-149120484796644134?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/149120484796644134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=149120484796644134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/149120484796644134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/149120484796644134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/11/formal-condolences.html' title='Formal Condolences'/><author><name>James Newman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07675096425258392143</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-2839451733256067086.post-8867439992236449255</id><published>2006-11-20T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:49:42.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I think it would be best for some introductions to go around.&lt;/span&gt;  First of all I'm Alex, I live in St-Hilaire and I'm a member of the trio, consisting of James, Jeremie and myself.  I go to school at Champlain College, and it is currently my 3rd semester.  I've got the part time job going along at Metro, where I'm the sandwitch man (woot).  As for a completly random piece of information, I had some homemade baked beans for supper tonight, so if I were you I'd watch out for the gas, and not allow any open flames or sparks within 5 meters of my person.  James I already know a thing or two about you, but I'm looking forward to your random info, and Jelena I'm excited to meet your online personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839451733256067086-8867439992236449255?l=avnblank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/feeds/8867439992236449255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2839451733256067086&amp;postID=8867439992236449255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8867439992236449255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2839451733256067086/posts/default/8867439992236449255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avnblank.blogspot.com/2006/11/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Alex</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
