<?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-20748517</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:00:15.101-05:00</updated><category term='Self Indulgent Drivel'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='interior design'/><category term='Saaaad'/><category term='REALLY Bad Poetry'/><category term='Time Wasting'/><category term='Feline Obsession'/><category term='Soul Crushing Celebrities'/><title type='text'>Haiku Shmaiku</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog with no aspirations. It does not want to change the world. It does not need to have its voice heard. 
It would be happy as a fry cook on Venus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-4820367504397634281</id><published>2010-05-04T06:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:56:07.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING DAY!</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day! I think I should announce my intention to move hosts! I am moving to Tumblr which is a little more low maintenance. Follow me there friends. You can still comment and link and all that good stuff, its just a little easier for me (hopefully). If it doesn't work out, I'll move back, but I'll announce it on that blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandajay.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2j0z32q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandajay.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change your bookmarks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-4820367504397634281?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4820367504397634281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=4820367504397634281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4820367504397634281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4820367504397634281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-day.html' title='MOVING DAY!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2j0z32q_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3794749424635281943</id><published>2010-05-03T02:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:06:40.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Use A Hug</title><content type='html'>My puppy passed away today.&lt;br /&gt;Best dog in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCF2004.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live a rather hug-less existence because I'm far away from most hug-able friends/family so I could use your thought-hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/314bacl.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3794749424635281943?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3794749424635281943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3794749424635281943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3794749424635281943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3794749424635281943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/05/could-use-hug.html' title='Could Use A Hug'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/314bacl_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-73194423956937143</id><published>2010-04-23T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:55:42.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merbear</title><content type='html'>My best friend has moved away. I wasn't really ready for how lonely it would feel. I keep thinking "oh! I want to go do that" but then I think: "who with?" Everybody is too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other friends, but it is definitely a very lonely feeling to not have a best friend live within hang-out distance. I don't want to seem clingy with my other friends either (now that Meredith is gone). *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; I'm super jealous. Where's my group? I want to go to hockey games and the movies and to the gym with people. I guess I'll just have to forge ahead by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-73194423956937143?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/73194423956937143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=73194423956937143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/73194423956937143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/73194423956937143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/04/merbear.html' title='Merbear'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-9198642390863811940</id><published>2010-04-22T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:29:28.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunta</title><content type='html'>In about a week I'm going to travel home to say goodbye to my aged Golden Retriever, Sandy. Since I learned about his lymphoma I keep imagining him and I just sitting in a green field on the island where I'm from, just thinking and sitting with one another. Maybe his head is resting on my knee and he's softly snoring. I pet him one last time and he looks up at me and smiles that indescribable smile that only dogs can manage; the one that conveys absolute love, loyalty and friendship. Then a breeze comes along and he disappears into the blowing grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am projecting my one mortality onto my beloved friend and seeing how I would like to spend my own last moments. Either way, saying good bye to him in a green field of softly swaying grasses in the sun seems just right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S9Cxhpy7VdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hgu1kMi09Gw/s1600/DSCF2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S9Cxhpy7VdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hgu1kMi09Gw/s400/DSCF2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463061539713668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-9198642390863811940?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/9198642390863811940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=9198642390863811940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9198642390863811940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9198642390863811940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunta.html' title='Sunta'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S9Cxhpy7VdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hgu1kMi09Gw/s72-c/DSCF2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3507129005060675415</id><published>2010-04-07T21:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:08:08.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tee</title><content type='html'>I promise I don't work for Tee Fury. I just love their t-shirts. Great fit, good material, unique designs! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S700xZhzH1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/k3M0DJsMlv8/s1600/DSCN1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S700xZhzH1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/k3M0DJsMlv8/s400/DSCN1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457576346713792338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good measure, here is my vlog from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="173"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F4xpacBhV0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F4xpacBhV0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this scary ass video from a few summers ago that has reared its mental and extremely drugged out head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="174"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_77WeXayX-A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_77WeXayX-A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have sufficiently entertained you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3507129005060675415?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3507129005060675415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3507129005060675415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3507129005060675415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3507129005060675415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-tee.html' title='New Tee'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S700xZhzH1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/k3M0DJsMlv8/s72-c/DSCN1953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-185051588889076657</id><published>2010-03-26T15:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:52:50.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Vlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRTIMsRUsPs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRTIMsRUsPs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-185051588889076657?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/185051588889076657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=185051588889076657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/185051588889076657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/185051588889076657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresh-vlog.html' title='Fresh Vlog'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2957163609307833030</id><published>2010-03-26T13:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:50:40.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostromo Medical Centre?</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! I love Tee Fury! New t-shirt came in the mail. A little tight in the chest but they stretch out nicely. Its a little ironic because that I got this spoof ultrasound tee because I just had a real ultrasound on the weekend. (No alien babies sad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6zxrNcolFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Z0ZA8h1l37c/s1600/DSCN1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6zxrNcolFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Z0ZA8h1l37c/s400/DSCN1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452998973485257810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll include a pic of what the shirt looks like not stretched across my 36D's of Fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6zyltXN7QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6s1qJ_TRI78/s1600/DSCN1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6zyltXN7QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6s1qJ_TRI78/s400/DSCN1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452999978484886786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teefury.com/"&gt;Check out today's TeeFury shirt!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are only around for 24 hours and they actually sell out when they are AWESOME so get em quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2957163609307833030?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2957163609307833030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2957163609307833030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2957163609307833030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2957163609307833030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostromo-medical-centre.html' title='Nostromo Medical Centre?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6zxrNcolFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Z0ZA8h1l37c/s72-c/DSCN1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7207607488553592933</id><published>2010-03-25T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:25:42.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6tWGNefxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EgBTZ1zyRho/s1600/email.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6tWGNefxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EgBTZ1zyRho/s400/email.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452546438558893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for the giant version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7207607488553592933?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7207607488553592933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7207607488553592933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7207607488553592933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7207607488553592933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-rock.html' title='From The Rock'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6tWGNefxWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EgBTZ1zyRho/s72-c/email.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3129997645544249300</id><published>2010-03-24T11:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:55:19.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild Squishing! Event Cancelled!</title><content type='html'>Okay, the press has gone a little nuts. I was there, this is what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crazy bitch was invited by the Young Conservatives or something to speak in Ottawa and a UofO building was picked as the venue. This was probably a bad idea as it is a school building with little to no security and multiple entrances and exits. Secondly, it was organized by a STUDENTS group. Last night was not a "threat to security" but a "lack of organization" and "overreaction by media".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Megan and I love crazy people, so when we heard Ann Coulter was going to speak on campus we thought we hit the Crazy Jackpot. There was a website telling us to register via email if we were students. So we did. When we got to campus there was a big snaking line around the building. So we joined the line and playfully made fun of Coulter with everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6ou_k_OB8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/i7IGHyvft9o/s1600/DSCN1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6ou_k_OB8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/i7IGHyvft9o/s320/DSCN1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452221968680880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got close to the building we were told by "Coulter in Canada" organizers (of which there were only around three)  that there were three lines. One line for non-students who need to pay, one line for students who have registered and received a confirmation and one line for students who haven't received a confirmation. We were in the third line. So yay. Except the "lines" looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6ov0C7cshI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-MX_HC6GjM4/s1600/DSCN1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6ov0C7cshI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-MX_HC6GjM4/s320/DSCN1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452222870071325202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So already, we have the makings of an angry mob. Later, a small group of protesters (they looked like CFS members who the majority of the university abhors) came to chant about getting Ann Coulter off campus and how hate speech isn't welcome, etc etc etc.... The people in the line/mob pretty much just laughed them off (conservatives and liberals) and the occasional angry conservative would start a "free speech" chant, but it was really quite tame. People joked about Coulter's laser eyes, etc. The protester's most violent move was banging on the wall and playing an irritating high pitched siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, they all rushed into the main lobby and then the rest of the "lines" started squeezing in too. Megan and I were kind of in the middle of the line so we just kind of were swept up with the line into the auditorium. There was one idiot person in a jean jacket who rushed to the front of the crowd saying: "Medical emergency! Medical emergency!" and then when she got up there they were like: "psyche!" and of course this person was a bucket of laughs the rest of the evening. They would occasionally shout: "RUSH THE DOORS". People just gave her the raised eyebrows. At this point, Jane took a lovely photo of the crowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6oxw8ujdAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zCZy7UJaokg/s1600/78129870-12a1646c29cc22401fc220fec90f26de.4ba9941c-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6oxw8ujdAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zCZy7UJaokg/s320/78129870-12a1646c29cc22401fc220fec90f26de.4ba9941c-scaled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452225015890277378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were still jovial and nobody was really pissed off. The people at the front of the crowd started making ridiculous rumours to send back down the line. Example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg! Obama and Coulter are having a debate in there!&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody just streaked the stage!&lt;/span&gt; Of course, Coulter wasn't even in the auditorium at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there was some kind of violence that nobody saw, I hadn't seen anything except for mild squishing. If anybody who was there saw a brick go through a window, or a fight break out, let me know. But I just saw a big crowd. The majority of whom were actually waiting to see Ann Coulter, not to protest her presence. I would say the group of protesters was around twenty people, maximum. And there is no way in hell that two thousand people were there. MAYBE a thousand, but more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;600&lt;/span&gt;. The reason the event was cancelled was because the organizers assumed that only about 400 people would show up. Not because there was a "security threat" as the majority of news casters seem to be reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the reason that the CoulterCon was cancelled was due to threats of physical violence, I'd like to point out the hypocrisy of it all (as has every other commentator). Free speech for everybody except idiots? Unfortunately that's not how it works. If you believe in free speech, you've got to believe that even people with the opposite opinion to yours can spout their nonsense. Unfortunately, the events of last night worked in Coulter's favour. If she had gone on with her speech, made an ass of herself, and the media reported the evil and hateful things she was saying, people would have just laughed her off and no more would have been said. Now I've heard about her on EVERY news show and The goddamn View this morning. (For the record, Whoopi thinks we were exercising our rights as students to kick her off campus and Hasselbeck think that humanity is dead or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with the &lt;a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/NP/blogs/posted/archive/2010/03/24/how-they-see-us-americans-analyze-the-canadian-reaction-to-ann-coulter.aspx"&gt;National Post's report&lt;/a&gt; on the American assessment to our reaction to Ann Coulter in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3129997645544249300?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3129997645544249300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3129997645544249300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3129997645544249300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3129997645544249300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/mild-squishing-event-cancelled.html' title='Mild Squishing! Event Cancelled!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S6ou_k_OB8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/i7IGHyvft9o/s72-c/DSCN1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5173591339175216404</id><published>2010-03-15T01:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:48:25.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HONK OFF!</title><content type='html'>Meredith and I just created a new curse phrase: "Honk Off"!!! As in "to honk off" "I'm so honked off" or "I need to get honked off"... he/she/it honked off... It started when Meredith said that any creepy home voyeurs would be "honked off" by passing vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO this is my St Pat's garb. Green enough for ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S53KC7HAcmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/71WzvYprC1Y/s1600-h/DSCN1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S53KC7HAcmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/71WzvYprC1Y/s320/DSCN1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448733275763798626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5173591339175216404?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5173591339175216404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5173591339175216404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5173591339175216404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5173591339175216404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/honk-off.html' title='HONK OFF!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S53KC7HAcmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/71WzvYprC1Y/s72-c/DSCN1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8596616606199846871</id><published>2010-03-12T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:17:50.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frikkin Laser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S5p3JqU674I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1arE3VaW5js/s1600-h/goldfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S5p3JqU674I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1arE3VaW5js/s320/goldfinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797707122601858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a laser dentistry appointment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8596616606199846871?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8596616606199846871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8596616606199846871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8596616606199846871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8596616606199846871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/03/frikkin-laser.html' title='Frikkin Laser!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S5p3JqU674I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1arE3VaW5js/s72-c/goldfinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-380027799767393905</id><published>2010-02-27T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:55:45.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Wallace at?</title><content type='html'>Mental Floss did a &lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs//archives/24503" href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs//archives/24503"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocking TV Deaths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; list a while back and shockingly, I didn't care about most of them (just Henry Blake and Maude Flanders). Then I started thinking about the ones that immediately came to mind for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********Major spoilers below for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/20iceuo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 276px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/20iceuo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********Major spoilers below for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What tv deaths shocked/affected you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the top of my head:&lt;lj-cut text="Major spoilers for The Wire, Firefly, Battlestar Galactica, Torchwood, Lost, and Scrubs"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stringer Bell &amp;amp; D'Angelo Barksdale (&lt;em&gt;The Wire&lt;/em&gt;) (Poor Wallace too, but its sad whenever a kid dies on that show).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash (&lt;em&gt;Firefly&lt;/em&gt;) I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know he kicked it in the movie, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dualla &amp;amp; Cally (&lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galatica&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tosh, &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Owen, &amp;amp; Ianto (&lt;em&gt;Torchwood&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlie (&lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laverne &amp;amp; Ben (&lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That goldfish (&lt;em&gt;Mr Rogers Neighborhood&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donna (&lt;em&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/em&gt;) she may as well be dead! Russel T Davies DIAF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr Hooper (&lt;em&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/em&gt;) Also, he wasn't a character so much as the heart of a show, but Jim Hensen was so sad. Especially when Big Bird sang at his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/lj-cut&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't count characters who die and come back like a million times &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(here's looking at you cast of Supernatural, Buffy, and XFiles).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-380027799767393905?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/380027799767393905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=380027799767393905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/380027799767393905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/380027799767393905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/wheres-wallace-at.html' title='Where&apos;s Wallace at?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/20iceuo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7634665186410324065</id><published>2010-02-23T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:21:54.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a Little Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbKlvWvpD2g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbKlvWvpD2g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- down in my soul....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7634665186410324065?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7634665186410324065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7634665186410324065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7634665186410324065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7634665186410324065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-little-sweetness.html' title='I Want a Little Sweetness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7980418035577378704</id><published>2010-02-10T23:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:23:21.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have in my Heart is Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1jiG66DVaM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1jiG66DVaM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be writing a paper about jazz funerals soon. If you are interested I can post it here in parts when I'm finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7980418035577378704?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7980418035577378704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7980418035577378704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7980418035577378704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7980418035577378704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-have-in-my-heart-is-music.html' title='All I Have in my Heart is Music'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-868699215296484173</id><published>2010-02-09T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:42:10.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All victims deserve compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S3GCLbDS7EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f0g8Ej2q0sw/s1600-h/compassion-caring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S3GCLbDS7EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f0g8Ej2q0sw/s320/compassion-caring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436269357964651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do any justice to the memory of missing people or victims of violence, please please please look up "missing white girl syndrome" and get angry. Demand media coverage that doesn't select stories based on the gender, race, and class of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read &lt;u&gt;'The missing white girl syndrome': disappeared women and media activism&lt;/u&gt; by Sarah Stillman (Gender &amp;amp; Development, Volume 15, Issue 3 November 2007 , pages 491 - 502).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out: http://www.unsolvedcanada.ca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-868699215296484173?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/868699215296484173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=868699215296484173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/868699215296484173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/868699215296484173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/S3GCLbDS7EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f0g8Ej2q0sw/s72-c/compassion-caring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3158387203583529926</id><published>2010-02-06T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:37:04.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cult of Celebrity Death</title><content type='html'>The death of a celebrity has always been a popular talking point in popular culture. Despite most people having little or no actual interaction with the deceased, their death has a huge impact. Celebrities who are otherwise irrelevant in popular contemporary culture are brought back into the collective conscience after death and often have a huge cultural and economic impact. Not only do sales of merchandise, records, and DVDs (depending on the celebrity) skyrocket, but their deaths are accompanied by constant news coverage and popular discussion. Sometimes a celebrity does not even have to die, there can be a hoax of their death to the same effect, if only briefly. Facilitating the intensity of the collective mourning of a celebrity’s death is the word-of-mouth engine that is the internet, social networking sites, and gossip blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Of course, that is not to say that collective the mourning of a celebrity is anything new; think of the deaths of John Lennon, Elvis Presley, or JFK. A popular folk legend has even arisen about celebrity deaths dictating that celebrities always die in threes. Common examples are Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper or John Denver, Princess Diana, and Mother Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A great contemporary example of the phenomena on celebrity death is the recent passing of Michael Jackson. His death in the summer of 2009 had a tremendous impact on culture. Not only was the news overloaded with Michael Jackson stories, including speculation about the manner of his death, the fate of his three children and estate, and the response of other celebrities, but a huge overload of conversation and discussion online. Gossip blogs and social networking sites were overloaded. CNN jokingly stated that Michael Jackson “broke” the internet (Rawlinson &amp; Hunt, 2009). Massive amounts of traffic overloaded several hugely popular sites, including CNN, Wikipedia, Twitter, and the messaging service AOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There are two things that are very interesting in terms of more long term impacts of celebrity deaths on popular culture. One is the immense amount of profit in the death of a celebrity. Michael Jackson’s flew to the top of the charts posthumously making millions in only a few days, (Moore, 2009). Every poster and novelty store you go into has the iconic Farrah Fawcett “Red Swimsuit” poster on display again. After John Hughes death, the “Too Cool for School” DVD collection box set became readily available everywhere. To say that the death of a celebrity has an economic impact is probably an understatement, especially in reference to Michael Jackson whose posthumous record sales beat out those of Elvis within days, (Boyle, 2009). He also was 2009’s top selling artist, selling over 8 million units and more than doubling the next top selling artist, (Kreps, 2010). All these numbers mean one thing: a celebrity’s death makes mega-cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The second thing that is very interesting about the death of a celebrity and their impact on pop culture is that all their sins seem to be forgiven by mainstream commentaries. The old adage “don’t speak ill of the dead” is very prevalent, even on the usually rough free-for-all of gossip blogs. Prior to his death, Michael Jackson was involved in his second very public and heavily covered battle against child sex abuse allegations. Even though he was found not guilty of the charges, his erratic behaviour had turned him into a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One of the most popular gossip sites, OhNoTheyDidnt, which is a social networking community on Livejournal.com, has approx 50 000 members (Livejournal, 2010) and over 300 000 views per day, (Tenenbaum, 2008). It is famous not only for its huge membership, its fast posting (often posting stories before popular news sites), and especially for its community involvement. People discuss the story in the comment forum. The post of Michael Jackson’s death started off as a report on his illness and emergency medical personnel rushing him to the hospital. The page was slowly updated to reflect newer information. Early on, before his actual death was reported, there was a lot of joking about his lifestyle and the sexual abuse allegations prior to his death with the odd anxious worried fan chiming in. After his death was confirmed, all the comments turned to lament and intense grief. He went from a wacky pedaphile to a treasured icon in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN ARGUMENT: The popular response to celebrity deaths has a huge cultural and economic impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources/Further Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle, C. (2009, June 30). Jackson posthumous music sales outstrip Elvis. Retrieved from Times Online - Business: http://business.timesonline.co.uk/tol/business/industry_sectors/media/article6607989.ece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreps, D. (2010, January 7). Swift Beats Boyle, Plus Michael Jackson, Beatles Rule 2009 Charts. Retrieved from The Rolling Stone: http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2010/01/07/swift-beats-boyle-plus-michael-jackson-beatles-rule-2009-charts/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal. (2010, January 24). OhNoTheyDidnt Community Page. Retrieved from Livejournal: http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moore, M. (2009, June 28). Michael Jackson's album reaches No 1. Retrieved from The Telegraph: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/michael-jackson/5675169/Michael-Jacksons-album-reaches-No-1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawlinson, L., &amp; Hunt, N. (2009, June 26). Jackson dies, almost takes internet with him. Retrieved from CNN: http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/06/26/michael.jackson.internet/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenenbaum, S. (2008, June 9). Through the Grapevine. Retrieved from PopMatters: http://www.popmatters.com/pm/feature/through-the-grapevine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3158387203583529926?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3158387203583529926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3158387203583529926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3158387203583529926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3158387203583529926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/02/cult-of-celebrity-death.html' title='The Cult of Celebrity Death'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5921359605080083036</id><published>2010-01-26T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:58:05.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Help Me</title><content type='html'>Can't get enough of this song right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7163256&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7163256&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7163256"&gt;God Help The Girl / God Help The Girl&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1521769"&gt;God Help The Girl&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5921359605080083036?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5921359605080083036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5921359605080083036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5921359605080083036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5921359605080083036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-help-me.html' title='God Help Me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7888705264815199274</id><published>2010-01-05T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:15:06.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPORK!</title><content type='html'>NSFW but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8338091&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8338091&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8338091"&gt;Spork! An Erotic Love Story (Edited Together From The Star Trek Audio Book)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user337027"&gt;cirrocumulus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7888705264815199274?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7888705264815199274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7888705264815199274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7888705264815199274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7888705264815199274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/01/spork.html' title='SPORK!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7160201903675517136</id><published>2010-01-05T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:27:00.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b3BkXvY0EY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b3BkXvY0EY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7160201903675517136?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7160201903675517136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7160201903675517136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7160201903675517136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7160201903675517136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-war-kids.html' title='Cold War Kids'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1170767283293423721</id><published>2010-01-04T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:57:30.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT FIIIIIIGHT</title><content type='html'>After the hustle and bustle of the holidays (parties, booze, Doctor Who specials) I'm feeling a bit bored. Thus, I bring you a rare glimpse at my cats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/catfight.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1170767283293423721?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1170767283293423721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1170767283293423721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1170767283293423721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1170767283293423721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/01/cat-fiiiiiight.html' title='CAT FIIIIIIGHT'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2707556898627584987</id><published>2010-01-01T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:38:35.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm and Rational</title><content type='html'>Just saw the latest episode of Doctor Who. I don't know... I can't even.... Here's is my calm and rational response to the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/1charlie_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/1charliecrying.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/1doctor_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/1sir_crying.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/gleee_crying.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/CRY_SHOWER2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/LC_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/allbymyself.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/andy_cryigf.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/askars_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/carlton_hysterical.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/crrrry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/cryingdawson.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/crying_001.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/crying_in_shower.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/daisy_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/dean_crying.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/dean_crying2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/dean_crying3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/dean_crying_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/drhammercry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/glasscaseofemotion.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/gosselinspawncry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/jonai_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/kurt_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/litter.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/lolcry_bullock.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/michael_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/mrshu_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/nnoooooo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/sadparis.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/sam_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/snl_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/spiderman_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/Crying/willsmithcry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2707556898627584987?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2707556898627584987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2707556898627584987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2707556898627584987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2707556898627584987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-and-rational.html' title='Calm and Rational'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2845373921859579380</id><published>2009-12-14T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:26:22.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>This is my stock grocery list. I don't know why this would be interesting, but a lot of people are just perverted that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;oranges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grapefruit (if they look good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raspberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broccoli (my favourite vegetable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carrots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;onion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mushrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bean sprouts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;romaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garlic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almonds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;light rye bread with carroway seeds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese (sometimes, if i want it with apples)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meat (depends on my recipes, normally chicken or turkey and a fish which I select using &lt;a href="http://www.edf.org/page.cfm?tagID=1521"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt; as a guide)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate chips (I use this is my "treat" mix, usually with the almonds and raspberries)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;orange/apple juice (depending on preference)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's the normal list. I buy small amounts, only what I plan to eat for the next week (some things last longer). I also didn't include things like jam, potatoes, margarine or spices which I normally just have a lot of and don't buy often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to increase my raw food intake so the veggies I normally graze on throughout the day or dip in hummus. I like to make stew though! And turkey meatloaf! Yummy hearty meals! Because its exam season and I don't have much time to prepare meals, I have taken to buying some premade meals (the only ones I like are the Michelina's Harmony brand). I hate salt though and those things are packed with sodium, so I don't eat them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love bran muffins and I always have the ingredients in stock. I like to sprinkle a little nutmeg and brown sugar on their heads when they are close to being finished so its like a treat. I'M GOING TO HAVE ONE NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2845373921859579380?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2845373921859579380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2845373921859579380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2845373921859579380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2845373921859579380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6404829079432242021</id><published>2009-12-14T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:20:56.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with the Violence</title><content type='html'>Another &lt;a href="http://www.deusexmalcontent.com/2009/12/guinea-pigs.html"&gt;punch related post&lt;/a&gt; popped up over at Deus Ex Malcontent.I have been checking back the past day or so to see reactions on the old post. They mainly depress me, apparently I'm sexist for thinking violence against men is wrong and I have a "stick up my ass". It doesn't help that Chez only seems to stop by to feed the trolls and not respond to people with actual comments about the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new argument seems to be that, while violence amongst humans is wrong, in this instance it is hilarious because the participants are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;subhuman&lt;/span&gt;. You heard me. I had a huge ass comment typed up and was ready to hit "post" when I decided to heed my own advice and not "feed the trolls" as it were. It would be the same misogynist assholes responded who posted such gems as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...some women will push and push and push and push men until they finally snap, safe in the knowledge that no man would ever hit a woman, and then play victim when someone finally has enough of their shit. The lesson is: If you're a loud mouthed idiot, don't be surprised when somebody shuts you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, yes, I do have a stick up my ass about violence against women. I've made it clear that I am disgusted by violence against men as well, but I do have a particular tendency to dislike violence against women, well spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is scary about this incident is that he stole her drink and she got pissed and then he hit her. If I was at a bar and a dude stole my drink, I'd be pretty mad. I think most people would. Even if this woman is "subhuman", if regular old humans like you or I did it, we'd be the one knocked to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch a lot of reality tv so maybe I'm not aware of their subhuman status or as desensitized to the violence, but I can say that no violence happens in a vacuum. Its not sexist to say that there are certain implications socially and historically when a man hits a woman as opposed to when he hits another man. (Both acts are wrong, let me be clear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the big picture level, there is a significance for women. We have to struggle to get paid the same as men, we have to worry about some psychopath raping us on the walk home after dark, we read about our sisters in times of war being used as vehicles of psychological warfare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see a bunch of people (white men usually) laughing and rationalizing their amusement at the sight of a woman getting punched in the face and then read about how she deserved it in a myriad of ways, there is no way we can feel safe or comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence against women is not something to be quiet about. It is not something to shirk around. It is not "hilarious" no matter who is hitting who, no matter where they are from, what colour their skin is, their level of education, their bank account, their size, or the fact that they signed up to do a reality show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6404829079432242021?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6404829079432242021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6404829079432242021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6404829079432242021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6404829079432242021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/again-with-violence.html' title='Again with the Violence'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-9123028214900358775</id><published>2009-12-13T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:15:36.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>Yo baby cat faces!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be travelling to Montreal in the third week of February and then at the end of March/beginning of April I'll be flying to Yelapa hopefully for a brief visit. I don't want to make any promises but if anyone wants to get coffees or water taxi into Vallarta for a drink, let me know! (I know its a long way off.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-9123028214900358775?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/9123028214900358775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=9123028214900358775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9123028214900358775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9123028214900358775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6899920099096591198</id><published>2009-12-13T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:26:17.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad World</title><content type='html'>Firstly, apparently I have 3 unanswered friend requests on hi5... I was not even aware I had a hi5 account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've been writing about such depressing subject matter that I cannot help feeling a little depressed by proxy. The upcoming holiday and the pure enjoyment I get from finishing my work and having a little nap or getting in some personal reading is keeping my spirits up. I wrote about the tragic histories of three women (Agrippina the Younger- killed by her son's assassins, Catherine of Aragon- died alone in exile after her husband refused to acknowledge her any longer, Queen Esther- forced to marry King Xerxes who was responsible for the massacre of her people...). I'm also taking a Dystopian Fiction class which is actually a depressing book club that comes with a university credit. (Don't get me wrong, I've really enjoyed it.) In that vein, here is io9's &lt;a href="http://io9.com/5423847/20-best-science-fiction-books-of-the-decade"&gt;best sci fi books of the decade&lt;/a&gt;... I'll need to add some of those to my &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/355843"&gt;goodreads&lt;/a&gt; to-read shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm working on women in Tibetan Buddhism. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kundun&lt;/span&gt; last night and of course, cried like a baby. Then I watched the Vancouver 2009 Peace summit. Even though the talks were of peace, it was talked about as a hypothetical concept. H.H. did say some great things about women and their contribution to the achievement of peace. He sounds like a man ready to retire. He seemed much more vibrant when he was in Ottawa. Maybe he's like Nimoy, he just seems much shinier in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6899920099096591198?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6899920099096591198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6899920099096591198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6899920099096591198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6899920099096591198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-world.html' title='Sad World'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6254364346921999092</id><published>2009-12-10T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:10:54.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Pt 2</title><content type='html'>Dear Internet,&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have learned from gif-gate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5422469/jersey-shore-theres-nothing-funnier-than-a-woman-getting-punched-in-the-face"&gt;There's nothing funnier a woman getting punched in the face.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following people deserve to be hit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sluts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cunts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;idiots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chubby girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;girls who don't keep their fat mouths shut....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I thought I was the only one disgusted by the celebration but over at &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5422469/jersey-shore-theres-nothing-funnier-than-a-woman-getting-punched-in-the-face"&gt;Jezebel&lt;/a&gt;, most people are pretty shocked at the reaction. There is also an interesting discussion about the difference between man-on-man violence and man-on-woman violence &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5423629/sex-and-violence-why-is-snooki-more-precious-than-i-am"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. A person of any gender hitting another person of any gender is equally wrong in &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009_06_23_archive.html"&gt;my book&lt;/a&gt;. But the reason I am so upset and vocal about this particular incident is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reaction&lt;/span&gt;. All the comments and posts are about how gratifying it is to see this chick get punched (generally because she's stupid or "slutty"). I still can't bring myself to read youtube comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers that I loved are laughing it up over the assault. Its so disappointing to realize that people you respect and who's work you enjoy turn out to be sleazy and deplorable. I love to donate $5 or so every holiday season to my favourite blogs just as a little thank you. That is sooo not happening this year. I'm also taking a lot of them off my google reader. I know I'm just one reader, but if that's the case, then they shouldn't really care about losing my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to quote a comment by &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/people/ejcejc/"&gt;DangerMouse&lt;/a&gt; in the Jezebel male perspective thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="commenttexteditable"&gt;'But why is it unimaginably worse for an asshole to haul off and hit Snooki than for an asshole to haul off and hit a man Snooki's size, for no reason whatsoever?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the MASSIVE historical implications and power dynamics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, men were allowed to hit women until pretty recently--and in some places, they still are able to hit or even kill them with little to no repercussions. As a woman, I need to worry about violence and rape basically every day--at the bus stop, in the parking lot at the store, getting my house keys out while there are people nearby. Add to that the endless power struggle that occurs in our lives simply because we are female, ranging from being paid less, getting talked over in meetings, being passed over for promotions or tenure, a higher risk of being a victim of sexual and/or domestic violence. Oh, and if I don't respond to some guy calling to me on the street or talking to me in a bar, I get yelled at and/or threatened. I've heard of other women getting followed and persistently harassed after such incidents. If I complain to someone else about getting yelled at, the odds are good that they will tell me that I should have humored him. What this does that male-on-male or female-on-female violence is reinforce misogyny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6254364346921999092?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6254364346921999092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6254364346921999092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6254364346921999092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6254364346921999092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/punch-pt-2.html' title='Punch Pt 2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2359454929852276524</id><published>2009-12-10T01:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:01:52.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch</title><content type='html'>I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/span&gt; was hilarious and all the losers on it were pathetic enough to watch for entertainment. On Pajiba Love they &lt;a href="http://warmingglow.uproxx.com/2009/12/snooki-gets-punched-the-most-gratifying-animated-gif-you-will-ever-see"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to a gif of one of the chicks getting punched hard in the face at a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me sensitive, but seeing a person getting clocked in the face just isn't that funny- even if they are annoying. Reading the comments at &lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/pajiba_love/pajiba-love-120909.php"&gt;Pajiba&lt;/a&gt; and Warming Glow disappoint me just as much as the act itself. I get that she was annoying and probably had custody of the 8 brain cells the cast share amongst them for the night, but I can't understand any of the comments... Obviously, I made my feelings about violence known in &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009_06_23_archive.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked watching the gif, but reading some of the comments actually made me mist up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Violence against women is never funny, unless that woman is a gigantic douchebag. In which case, BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Jersey Shore gif is a gorgeous Chanukah present to the world."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"CHRISTMAS COME EARLY!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Only minor fault with this … I wish he stepped into the punch a little more."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Did you see her hat?  She was asking for it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Look! He’s punching her again! Hee hee!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The hair flying might be my favorite part."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"how many times have I wished I had the balls to pull this exact move on some loudmouth beeotch. I love the ghetto hand gestures she’s giving just one second before the bomb goes off…"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a comment for you: FUCK ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**If you want to comment and defend them, do me a favour and just never fucking talk to me. Any argument along the lines of: "its okay that she was punched in the face because..." is just not worthy of my fucking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2359454929852276524?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2359454929852276524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2359454929852276524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2359454929852276524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2359454929852276524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/punch.html' title='Punch'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1798387238652718954</id><published>2009-12-06T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:35:19.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>I've never felt like I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;needed a good hug more. No woman is an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lack&lt;br /&gt;of balance&lt;br /&gt;staggers&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so,&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;will not&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Alice Walker,&lt;em&gt; A Poem &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Travelled Down my Arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1798387238652718954?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1798387238652718954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1798387238652718954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1798387238652718954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1798387238652718954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1502713051228811713</id><published>2009-12-05T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:26:56.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burundanga Business Crock</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana,&lt;br /&gt;This is an old hoax. It's been circling the internet for years and years. I can assure you that there is &lt;u&gt;absolutely NO truth behind it&lt;/u&gt;. Dad sent it to me a year ago. I did lots of research and I sent him this email to pass on:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;This story is an email hoax that I've received a few times this year based on an urban legend. Thanks for passing it on to me anyways. I don't want you to be scared unnecessarily, so I've done some research for you. You could send it to your colleagues as well and advise them to investigate the background of these stories because forwarding these kinds of "warnings" only spread fear and anxiety. I'm sure they've already caused you a great deal of anxiety. If I've learned anything from school its to think critically! (Which, of course, I've done tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple google search of "&lt;span&gt;burundanga&lt;/span&gt; business card" comes up with tons of info. (&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/mayhem/burundanga.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Snopes&lt;/a&gt; is the most reliable source for overturning urban legends, but other hoax identifying websites like &lt;a href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/burundanga-warning.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Hoax Slayer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/crime/a/burundanga.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Urban Legends&lt;/a&gt; have looked into it as well.) I think if you look at these websites you will see that the email sent to you was directly copied and pasted from the original hoax email. The websites also point out inconsistencies within the story, the description of the drug, and that there are NO credible sources on such an attack ever taking place- no police reports or news stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.E. &lt;i&gt;The story above is a fabrication. Two details betray it as such: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; The victim allegedly received a dose of the drug by simply touching a business card. (All sources agree that &lt;span&gt;burundanga&lt;/span&gt; must be inhaled or ingested, or the subject must have &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;prolonged topical contact with it, in order for it to have an effect.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; The victim allegedly detected a "strong odor" coming from the drug-laced card. (All sources agree that &lt;span&gt;burundanga&lt;/span&gt; is odorless and tasteless.)&lt;/i&gt; (from Urban Legends link above).&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In women's studies this was brought up and we discovered that &lt;span&gt;burundanga&lt;/span&gt; is also known as the Columbian "zombie drug" or "Columbian Devil's Breath" which is very terrifying and scary. We watched a documentary on it in the class which I can link you to &lt;a href="http://www.vbs.tv/video.php?id=1119242704" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's real name is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scopolamine" target="_blank"&gt;scopolamine&lt;/a&gt;. Its used in a lot of South American countries to take advantage of tourists. In Haiti, they use a similar drug to "zombify" a person ostracized by the community. Despite the real drug's terrifying effects, I have no reason to be afraid here. After lots of research, I've found no substantiated reports of it being used in the United States or Canada except as a treatment for motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease your mind I refuse to touch anything strangers give me because normally they are normally religious propaganda or dirty hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass THIS email on!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1502713051228811713?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1502713051228811713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1502713051228811713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1502713051228811713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1502713051228811713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/burundanga-business-crock.html' title='Burundanga Business Crock'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5998896200658316437</id><published>2009-12-03T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:41:35.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention English Teachers!</title><content type='html'>SO! I have two great Hamlet soliloquy resources today. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hA7lv1SDzno&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hA7lv1SDzno&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiRMGYQfXrs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CiRMGYQfXrs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5998896200658316437?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5998896200658316437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5998896200658316437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5998896200658316437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5998896200658316437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/12/attention-english-teachers.html' title='Attention English Teachers!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-198518494085078966</id><published>2009-11-25T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:59:51.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stu-pid</title><content type='html'>Wow, this video from fox news just blows my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Begley Jr. (an actor I LURVE) was on Stu's show talking about global warming. Ed was talking about the importance of basing your opinions on peer reviewed studies, not the news or a fancy actor like him. He also said its important to be sceptical but not be in denial. Stu kept asking EdBeg if "the debate was over" and he responded that people should go check out the science, read the studies and be informed by climate scientists, not actors or newscasters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu hit a chord when he asked why Ed has to "impose" his green living on everyone else. Ed lost his shit. Stu complained that he didn't want a warning label on his house and he didn't want energy audits. Ed asked why he wouldn't want to cut his energy costs in half and run his house more efficiently? Stu also flipped out a bit and cried, "The government is telling me I may not have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;incandescent lights&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!" The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of American believes that the government should come right into a house and say 'you can't have that kind of light bulb'?" Ohhh Stu, get with the times, The only places incandescent light bulbs show up anymore is over thoughtful noggins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed made references to other technologies that were thought to be too costly, but proved to save lives. (Is green living a metaphorical seatbelt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu kind of summed up his argument with "I want to be left alone. I don't want to be pushed around by the government, or you, or anybody else." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed let his emotions get the better of him, bu I can see why he was so frustrated. He truly believes that we have a responsibility to preserve the environment and not pollute it, whether not global warming "exists" and Stu is just calling it all bunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're not all doomed? FALSE ALARM! Go back to being wasteful, dirty pigs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCjHBGVree0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCjHBGVree0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bill Nye and EdBedJr are bff and neighbours and in a competition to see &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/story?id=3413135&amp;page=1"&gt;who can have the lowest carbon footprint&lt;/a&gt;. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-198518494085078966?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/198518494085078966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=198518494085078966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/198518494085078966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/198518494085078966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/stu-pid.html' title='Stu-pid'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-4045727203853593749</id><published>2009-11-19T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:11:48.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS</title><content type='html'>No days off for xmas. Things got a little dramatic at work, but I guess its best to just deal with it like a grown up... AND BOOK OFF ALL OF READING WEEK! *sigh* I need to do penance to my friends and family in Picton. I am all reclusive when I go because I'm going just to see certain people or help my Mooma and Moopaa. Hopefully it will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3eBvZvUXk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3eBvZvUXk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-4045727203853593749?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4045727203853593749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=4045727203853593749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4045727203853593749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4045727203853593749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/xmas.html' title='XMAS'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-735900390092146851</id><published>2009-11-10T00:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:56:39.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvL3ibYD3aU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvL3ibYD3aU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-735900390092146851?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/735900390092146851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=735900390092146851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/735900390092146851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/735900390092146851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-4629652333169393352</id><published>2009-11-06T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:25:10.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is this the best Michael York impression of ALL TIME. (The voice, not the get up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NtdCq0-Qn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NtdCq0-Qn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-4629652333169393352?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4629652333169393352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=4629652333169393352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4629652333169393352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4629652333169393352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/logan.html' title='Logan?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7925043345826475232</id><published>2009-11-04T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:38:41.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 3?</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Alysson and I had a livejournal community set up for us to share our legacies and sims and stuff. Alysson's internet is crappy so she can't troll custom content sites all the time so I have been posting Sims 3 CC finds there. I'm hoping it won't get huge or anything, but if you want to take a peek go ahead. It was a private community but we've decided to make it open but with posting access to just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "sims&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;boogaloo" because when we started the community there was only sims 2. Now we have sims 3 and we don't really care about the name of the community. Besides Sims3Boogaloo doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://community.livejournal.com/sims2boogaloo/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 162px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/sims2boogalooheader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is the crappy header I made and the link to the livejournal community. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7925043345826475232?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7925043345826475232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7925043345826475232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7925043345826475232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7925043345826475232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/sims-3.html' title='Sims 3?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2485494010351893471</id><published>2009-11-03T04:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:12:25.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/1fbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/1fbc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pretty in highschool. It was only 5 years ago so I probably look the same under the 40 lbs of university, stress, and alcohol. When I'm not sick anymore I am SO going to the gym. I am my own thinspiration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2485494010351893471?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2485494010351893471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2485494010351893471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2485494010351893471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2485494010351893471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/highschool.html' title='Highschool'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-633057735714323950</id><published>2009-11-03T01:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:08:10.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YO GABBA GABBA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/pitt-jolie-103109-012__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 371px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/pitt-jolie-103109-012__oPt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad Pitt went as DJ Lance Rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask why I've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-633057735714323950?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/633057735714323950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=633057735714323950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/633057735714323950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/633057735714323950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-gabba-gabba.html' title='YO GABBA GABBA!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1086734667580383522</id><published>2009-11-01T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:17:17.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/92281973.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F5B5107058D53DF5E450871298F439E04AF086888665D1A3EBFA8B43072EB544"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 414px;" src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/92281973.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F5B5107058D53DF5E450871298F439E04AF086888665D1A3EBFA8B43072EB544" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think its all a joke. It isn't. This sucks ass. I wish people would take it seriously. I've spent the whole week inside and alone, bored and tired and sick- but the way other sick people are acting I might as well go cough on all the fruit in the grocery store. Its not about you or me, but its about preventing it from spreading to people who may not be able to handle it... like kids, older people, people with weaker immune systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst fucking Halloween ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1086734667580383522?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1086734667580383522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1086734667580383522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1086734667580383522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1086734667580383522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8423321072435282118</id><published>2009-10-30T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:22:30.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha Kellie Pickler</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/sflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="embed" align="middle" height="316" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/player/embed.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="mediaKey=237b3dc3-f905-41a3-b9e5-cde592502699&amp;amp;image=http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/2009-10/30/103009_pickler_still.jpg&amp;amp;origin=embed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/player/embed.swf" flashvars="mediaKey=237b3dc3-f905-41a3-b9e5-cde592502699&amp;amp;image=http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/2009-10/30/103009_pickler_still.jpg&amp;amp;origin=embed" name="embed" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="316" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="xvmrcftmzuaupiizugyo" href="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/player/embed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8423321072435282118?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8423321072435282118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8423321072435282118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8423321072435282118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8423321072435282118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha-kellie-pickler.html' title='Haha Kellie Pickler'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1971529030271450263</id><published>2009-10-30T04:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:26:07.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation and Boredom</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to sleep for more than a few hours in a row. Its really icky. H1N1 isn't too pleasant. I think I'm going to have to take a gravol and some tylenol soon for my disgustingness and perhaps that will help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is online and I can't just mindlessly surf like I used to (1st year of res...). So anyway, I found this great promo shot of Jensen Ackles running away from Croatoan infested people and thought it would make a good desktop background. It was a colour picture, so I made the background black and white and the subject in colour. Its a great desktop, blah blah blah. Here it is, for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=h2tcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 599px; height: 397px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/h2tcopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. Anyway, I realized that I had a layer that was just Jensen Ackles running away. Then my disease and drug addled brain thought, "Hey! Remember on Who's Line when they were in the green screen and had to guess what they were in front of?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dean_trex.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 398px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/dean_trex.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a t-rex!!! Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=giantpuppies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/giantpuppies.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant vicious puppies!!! NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nakedJared.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 596px; height: 334px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/nakedJared.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKED!!! NOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cgy-squirrel-brandtscopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 591px; height: 390px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/cgy-squirrel-brandtscopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are just ruining perfectly good holiday photos in Canada.... NOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had a hoot. Now I feel tired again.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT FOR GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You may have noticed that my whole layout has changed. I need change. The design of this site may undergo many changes in the next little while. Thank you for your patience or any suggestions. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1971529030271450263?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1971529030271450263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1971529030271450263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1971529030271450263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1971529030271450263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/desperation-and-boredom.html' title='Desperation and Boredom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-530173740537788152</id><published>2009-10-28T00:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:54:34.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink</title><content type='html'>I am in bed sick. I may have H1N1 so I'm under pseudo-house arrest. I hope its just regular flu. I am sort of excited to be part of the phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched the new Castle Halloween special. It was amazing and chock full of juicy references. The very beginning was bittersweet- seeing Nathan Fillion in the old brown coat again. Then hearing his daughter reply: "Did you wear that five years ago? Isn't it time to move on?" At the end of the episode there was also a reference to past roles of the actors who play the detectives which I dug- especially Jon Huertas as I was a HUGE fan of Generation Kill. Here are some screen grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 242px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/vlcsnap-2009-10-28-00h24m41s84.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 241px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/vlcsnap-2009-10-27-23h40m23s184.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 242px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/vlcsnap-2009-10-27-23h40m33s32.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh Captain Tightpants. When will you grace my dreams again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle also pulled a bizarre, yet adorable face in the morgue. Yeah, in the morgue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/vlcsnap-2009-10-27-23h40m10s42.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANGMASTER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but I think that he does a Doctor Horrible laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/castle_evillaugh.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cute scene involves him carving pumpkins with his daughter while she begs to be allowed to go to a seniors party! (GRADE TWELVES!) I nominate Richard Castle as best parent on tv because his daughter calls him and he saves her and her friend from a spiked punch debacle. Alexis fares better then her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 243px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/vlcsnap-2009-10-28-00h45m20s206.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatherly hero Castle is so dreamy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-530173740537788152?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/530173740537788152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=530173740537788152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/530173740537788152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/530173740537788152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/oink-oink.html' title='Oink Oink'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2459954997064127088</id><published>2009-10-25T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:44:28.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can watch a sunset on my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeurpQpXg5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeurpQpXg5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2459954997064127088?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2459954997064127088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2459954997064127088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2459954997064127088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2459954997064127088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-watch-sunset-on-my-own.html' title='I can watch a sunset on my own.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6230067433594568216</id><published>2009-10-24T09:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:13:36.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Mouse... Duh!</title><content type='html'>If you are going to be a "sexy" animal or wear one of the pre-packaged stripper costumes (normally a Disney princess or cop) then we can't be friends. If you wanted to be a whore for Halloween, just dress like one (I suggest red eyeliner for your strawberry fields). If you are sexy or cute or pretty or whatever, you will still look sexy without the cold dead stare of a lost girl who's sold her body/soul to the frat boy with the &lt;a href="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/sam-winchester-picture.jpg"&gt;lowest brow&lt;/a&gt;. I love sexy, I love Halloween, and I LOVE sexy Halloween costumes, but that doesn't mean the first costume you find in a novelty shop. Be original, show some personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/style/files/2009/09/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 279px;" src="http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/style/files/2009/09/potter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ewwwww... wroooong.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Halloween costumes that will show some personality and your adorableness/sexiness. (I've left my &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-favourite-time-of-year.html"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambitious-halloween-ideas.html"&gt;ideas&lt;/a&gt; out because they are MIIINE betches!) In the immortal words of Mr. Shuester: We'll get you sobered up... find you some underwear. It's not too late for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Winchester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkVPZHU2MEtwM2hHaG1iRGZkY1F6dWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costume is easy! The boots and collared shirt will sell it, along with Dean's voodoo necklace, some hex bags, a nice big gun, and a duffel bag full of weaponry. Catchphrases: "Look Dean!" and "SAAAAMMMYYYY!!". Bonus points if you get two friends to go as Castiel and Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Xena and/or Gabrielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.costumzee.com/users/Barbaro-1551-full.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school sexiness. I have been Xena for more than one Halloween and I'm proud of it! Try to construct one of those crazy throwing/killing discs she carries on her person. If you have a Gabrielle, be sure to give generous butt pats and longing glances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Any Milla Jovovich character!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 290px;" src="http://1416andcounting.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/milla-jovovich-resident-evil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can pull off &lt;a href="http://www.avitable.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/leeloo_front.jpg"&gt;Leeloo&lt;/a&gt; (all the power to you if you can)but Alice is an awesome character that anyone can pull off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Barbarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thechaly.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/barbarella_nb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how to do Halloween sexy! Barbarella is an icon sex symbol with voluminous hair and gigantic ... boots. If you have sweet abs (don't we all) cut a hole in your leotard to show off your belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Kaylee Fry (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firefly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 486px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/dropides/CoverKaylee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. If you want to win EVERYONE'S heart (except Simon's) get yourself a khaki boiler suit, a floral print blouse and a tool belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6230067433594568216?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6230067433594568216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6230067433594568216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6230067433594568216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6230067433594568216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-mouse-duh.html' title='I&apos;m A Mouse... Duh!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3004788701745777874</id><published>2009-10-24T07:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:26:56.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/38094128.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1256384470&amp;amp;Signature=zV78xpaQ%2BVfo0qnUbduDUozAJDo%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/38094128.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1256384470&amp;amp;Signature=zV78xpaQ%2BVfo0qnUbduDUozAJDo%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In person, the scratch looks much more interesting. It bled (like GUSHED) for a good 10 minutes. It was rather icky. The price I pay for loving my cats to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: What happened to your nose!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: THIS? This is just a FLESH WOUND!? hahahahahhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Cat scratch you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3004788701745777874?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3004788701745777874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3004788701745777874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3004788701745777874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3004788701745777874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/schooled.html' title='Schooled'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7119857492155211607</id><published>2009-10-23T23:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:51:09.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Retried</title><content type='html'>Hi Folks.&lt;br /&gt;I've been really disillusioned with tv and movies for a few years now. (Since X-Files left an empty cold place in my heart and Firefly... well, lets not go there.) ANYWHO! This year not only have I been getting out to the movies more and LOVING IT but also enjoying more tv shows. Its ironic because I only have antenna, but I'm starting to actually enjoy regularly scheduled programming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my top 5 shows on tv right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its totally corny and cheesy but I love brotherly love! I love that Sam and Dean love each other! I love that Bobby loves them! I love that Castiel... has sort of been adopted by them. I guess sibling devotion is just something I can identify with. Its a delightful monster-of-the-week/family drama that utterly compels me. A lot of fans are totally in love with Castiel but I'm Bobby's girl through and through. In the recent seasons much of the cast has taken up a Christian Bale/Batman gruff, but I can look past that to their frou-frou Adam West/Batman hearts. I can't wait for the musical episode. Its also immensely difficult to find videos of them that aren't immensely horrible fanvids. Its also got this crazy dramatic side and then a very silly funny side. So I'll post two videos. (Ah, the perks of being number one on Amanda's tv list.)&lt;br /&gt;This is a promo for the new season, after all 66 seals have been broken (thanks Sam) and Lucifer is rising and the apocalypse is starting. GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w94qam4iS-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w94qam4iS-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/w94qam4iS-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the promo for the newest episode where Dean has inexplicably aged. We better get some Jensen Ackles up in here. I guess its the price we paid for the Double Dean episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcLsCBw6ojc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcLsCBw6ojc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcLsCBw6ojc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never since the X-Files have I been so intrigued with a series. Walter and his son just have this remarkably unique father-son dynamic and the bizarre science and parallel universes go beyond "teching the tech" so to speak. They really interest me. I can't wait to see where the Walter/Peter direction heads. Poor poor Peter. I've also never been so sympathetic with a character who can only be described as a psychotic criminal (multiple lab assistant drugging). The only reason that this show isn't tied with Supernatural for number one is because there are no sexy people and no sex. To be honest, I don't want there to be. The season finale filled the X-Files hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qfjMraEE7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qfjMraEE7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qfjMraEE7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a HUGE fan of this show (both British and American) but the American version has me pining for a Jim Halpert of my own and Pam Beesley best friend. As much as I love these characters, my absolute favourite character is the tragic Michael Scott. No character has ever made me feel as sad as he does. All he wants is friends, family, and love. His such a fool but I feel so sad for him. He's genuinely a nice guy who ALWAYS finishes last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLh8pfIp3iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLh8pfIp3iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLh8pfIp3iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show has no heroes. Every character is a delightfully awful villain in their own right. Mac goes to an abortion rally to get laid, Dee tries to sell her uterus- they are constantly yelling and screaming over each other, exploiting others, they are all barely-functioning alcoholics who sleep with each other's mothers and crushes and somehow maintain a seedy Irish bar in Philly. They stole a baby to make it a star and when the tanning salon refused to let them put the baby in a tanning bed, they tried painting it brown with SHOE POLISH. There are no words to express how horrible these people are and how horribly satisfying it is to watch them do the horrible things they do... You just have to watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47D9-U8hn5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47D9-U8hn5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/47D9-U8hn5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught up with the first season and its become the antidote to the shows about the apocalypse, horrible scientific atrocities, realistically sad everymans, and just about the worst cast of human beings ever in one show. Its a bit Degrassi meets Highschool Musical(except better in every way). There is a delightful villain who is constantly thwarted by the shining hearts of the Glee club and their teacher who sing and dance and get slushies thrown in their faces for being huge dorks. They don't care. They always have Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcZQLnfZ7Ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcZQLnfZ7Ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcZQLnfZ7Ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent plot development has some of the jocks defecting to the Glee club despite how "gay" it is. Puck, the milf-hunting,slushie-throwing, cripple-beater-upper, and secret baby daddy of the Celibacy Club founder, seems to be getting his heart glow on after joining glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF1SJPMkY4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF1SJPMkY4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MF1SJPMkY4w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIAL MENTION: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only watched the first few episodes of Castle for Nathan Fillion. The rest of the show was just CRAP. Painful to watch CRAP. I skipped out on the rest of the season. I caught an episode of the second season and actually quite enjoyed it. Beckett and her backup have started to develop and Nathan Fillion's charm is egg-dropping. Nate also drops heaps of "BRING BACK FIREFLY" references which excites me. In the Halloween episode, he dresses like Captain Mal. Hearbreak... they name is Browncoat suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nk1uDTGvOec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nk1uDTGvOec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jcrgmmiehhxiemhcslaz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nk1uDTGvOec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7119857492155211607?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7119857492155211607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7119857492155211607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7119857492155211607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7119857492155211607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/tv-retried.html' title='TV Retried'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3652264216414879277</id><published>2009-10-15T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:26:07.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Sir Captain Tightpants</title><content type='html'>This is exciting and I'm embarrassed by how heated up I get seeing the old Browncoat out again. Again, I'll ask, "Why was this show cancelled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8831_672964916966_121507921_40007806_5907731_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8831_672964916966_121507921_40007806_5907731_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I also ask if people only take spoilery pictures with iPhones these days? There are too many pixels in the way of Nate being juicy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3652264216414879277?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3652264216414879277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3652264216414879277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3652264216414879277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3652264216414879277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-sir-captain-tightpants.html' title='Yes Sir Captain Tightpants'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7598162523833497690</id><published>2009-10-14T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:46:07.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitious Halloween Ideas</title><content type='html'>Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 429px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo! On the cliff/catwalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 398px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Kirkette!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7598162523833497690?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7598162523833497690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7598162523833497690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7598162523833497690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7598162523833497690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambitious-halloween-ideas.html' title='Ambitious Halloween Ideas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5143343944032566115</id><published>2009-10-14T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:34:33.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Time of Year</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was wonderful because it marks the time of year when I start making Halloween plans with Merbear. I have spent the evening picking easy and affordable costumes comprised of things we already have or can easily and cheaply obtain. My brain just felt so juicy tonight I had to draw and colour a bit. I wish my sketches weren't so stiff, but its been a very very very very long time since art school, so I should just be thankful that they aren't stick figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 296px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 414px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 269px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE DALEKS!!! Of course these outfits would be accompanied by a plunger and a whisk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5143343944032566115?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5143343944032566115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5143343944032566115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5143343944032566115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5143343944032566115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-favourite-time-of-year.html' title='My Favourite Time of Year'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6521185507723751319</id><published>2009-10-09T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:56:30.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENCE CRAFTS! COMMENCE CRAFTS!</title><content type='html'>Its that month... you know... THAT month. The month where you have to think of a sweet costume to wear to the hip hop happening Halloween party of the century. I think I've got it covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss-VS-vECVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qeHYYHWBJ_U/s1600-h/DSCN1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss-VS-vECVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qeHYYHWBJ_U/s320/DSCN1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390691432296352082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to want to click through to the big version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6521185507723751319?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6521185507723751319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6521185507723751319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6521185507723751319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6521185507723751319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/commence-crafts-commence-crafts.html' title='COMMENCE CRAFTS! COMMENCE CRAFTS!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss-VS-vECVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qeHYYHWBJ_U/s72-c/DSCN1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1105982604368756123</id><published>2009-10-09T10:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:35:12.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Becomes Her</title><content type='html'>I'm experiencing continued bronchial distress today and the repulsion and horror of my coworkers has convinced me to leave early and go to the doctor. I love the expression "Death Warmed Over" which is the general consensus of my peers on my appearance. I love it and I'm going to use it on all future dating site endeavors. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoys fine dining, horse back riding, and frankly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks like death warmed over.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a list of 10 reasons NOT to bring someone back from the dead. &lt;a href="http://io9.com/5375693/10-reasons-not-to-bring-someone-back-from-the-dead"&gt;(via io9&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss9FfQGFfII/AAAAAAAAAME/eRNRrmX4_fA/s1600-h/angelhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss9FfQGFfII/AAAAAAAAAME/eRNRrmX4_fA/s320/angelhand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390603682184526978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think all the Dean Winchester arguments are moot because him going to Hell was just a boot camp for his demon hunting and ass kicking. How awesome was last night's episode. Hopefully this screencap isn't too spoilerific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs270.snc1/9724_672033942646_121507921_39966480_8038625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs270.snc1/9724_672033942646_121507921_39966480_8038625_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, Dean. Without you the whole show would be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 238px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/GIFS/bobby_sam.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1105982604368756123?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1105982604368756123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1105982604368756123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1105982604368756123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1105982604368756123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-becomes-her.html' title='Death Becomes Her'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ss9FfQGFfII/AAAAAAAAAME/eRNRrmX4_fA/s72-c/angelhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7335541566143340390</id><published>2009-10-09T00:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:08:48.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One, I Promise</title><content type='html'>This is my last uber personal post, I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Jim and Pam's wedding tonight I felt touched and humbled by the ideal of love portrayed on the screen. It reminded me of a quote from my favourite sitcom after The Office: Scrubs. This John C. McGinley soliloquy is amazing and the way its filmed feels like he's talking right to me- and he's so spot on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IINn0UatJPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IINn0UatJPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V32g3CwDHzg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s the extended speech for anybody interested. Its not as topical, but still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the jokes about taking a silly tv show seriously, but Jim/Pam love exists. I've seen it with my own eyes (I was raised by parents who were and still are in Jim/Pam love). Its incredibly rare and as Dr Cox points out, those individuals privileged enough to experience it are lucky... I sort of think fake reality dealt me a dose of real reality tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Thanks, John- For giving it to me straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7335541566143340390?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7335541566143340390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7335541566143340390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7335541566143340390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7335541566143340390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-one-i-promise.html' title='Last One, I Promise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6556844991712944363</id><published>2009-10-08T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:37:09.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Death. I've got a Harry Potter picture to make.</title><content type='html'>Legendary thespian, Maggie Smith is a cancer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;warrior&lt;/span&gt;. She makes me want to be a stronger woman. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2007 and has gained 8 film credits since the diagnoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 year old Maggie admits to struggling through the last Harry Potter film after chemotherapy and while struggling with the disease. Any thoughts Maggie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hogwartsfansite.co.uk/maggieasminerva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 545px;" src="http://www.hogwartsfansite.co.uk/maggieasminerva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/40998/cancer-stricken-dame-maggie-smith-vows-to-stagger-through-filming-the-final-harry-potter/"&gt;"If there’s work to do I’ll do it... Shit happens!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus woman. If Death comes knocking for you just tell them to get their shit in order and get the fuck out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gently electrocuted today and I think that zap along with a extra super special &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; along with the brilliant Maggie Smith has really made my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6556844991712944363?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6556844991712944363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6556844991712944363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6556844991712944363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6556844991712944363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-death-ive-got-harry-potter.html' title='Sorry, Death. I&apos;ve got a Harry Potter picture to make.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-538239655953086585</id><published>2009-10-08T15:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:17:29.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a blogger at heart but always kept it in a friends-only forum like livejournal. The past little while I've been maintaining the two, keeping livejournal for more intimate thoughts and this blog for things I didn't mind being public. Its really started to bleed over too much so I'm going to go back to this being a less personal blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/82173235.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F1683185B4CC780941E1F4204E9946451C9D197F6E8BC2F577C5BB444E41CA4E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 285px;" src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/82173235.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F1683185B4CC780941E1F4204E9946451C9D197F6E8BC2F577C5BB444E41CA4E" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will miss my everyday thoughts and musings and you maintain a livejournal, you can follow my contact links there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret, I'll still post here, it will just be much less about personal life and turn toward my thoughts on things exterior to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-538239655953086585?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/538239655953086585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=538239655953086585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/538239655953086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/538239655953086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-change-of-pace.html' title='Another Change of Pace'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2222819290682886809</id><published>2009-10-08T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:10:46.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>I  have to increase my GPA this year in order to graduate. I have to do well in every class. I can't do enough to "just get by", but between family stresses and my break up, I don't know how I'm going to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mentalhelp.net/images/root/dreams5048468_headache_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.mentalhelp.net/images/root/dreams5048468_headache_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for dinner tonight, got home and found three emails from my ex boyfriend. Spent about an hour writing out a response and just as I was about to hit send he called me and we talked for another hour. In the end, we achieved nothing, gained no ground- nothing was resolved. Two hours that I had set aside to write this short book critique is gone. I have to cut corners and quickly write this paper. I have to wake up in 5 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my fault, I know I should have focused on the paper and left the email until tomorrow morning and wrapped up the phone call in a minute, but I didn't. I keep letting this get in the way of school and I'm going to pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2222819290682886809?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2222819290682886809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2222819290682886809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2222819290682886809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2222819290682886809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5718248045184685479</id><published>2009-10-05T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:14:44.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Goodnight moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a night-night picture but my webcam is so horrifyingly bad but I couldn't be arsed to get the real camera out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ssq1_g1T4LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1knUyC3VjU/s1600-h/IMG000031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ssq1_g1T4LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1knUyC3VjU/s320/IMG000031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389320006852141234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5718248045184685479?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5718248045184685479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5718248045184685479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5718248045184685479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5718248045184685479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Ssq1_g1T4LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/N1knUyC3VjU/s72-c/IMG000031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-35643670642100215</id><published>2009-10-02T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:42:05.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>My life is changed dramatically in the last week or so. I think for the better. Today I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up, was 21, was single, was warm and cozy, was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today happiness is&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a 9/10 on a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Utopia &lt;/em&gt;quiz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the heat getting turned on and being cosy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up in the warmth of the sun! (I've been waking up before the sun comes up usually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ITS &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting the news that &lt;em&gt;Zombieland&lt;/em&gt; is out and an invitation to go see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the anticipation of tonight's turkey meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the day after payday grocery shopping today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching all the Thursday night shows in bed Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating light rye with caraway seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a funny email from a prof, a coworker, and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that none of the gourds in my fall themed window box have been stolen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-35643670642100215?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/35643670642100215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=35643670642100215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/35643670642100215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/35643670642100215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-of-pace.html' title='A Change of Pace'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-49561897601900221</id><published>2009-09-30T06:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:29:18.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>This is the birthday where I have to "accept" that I'm a grown up (or at least the rest of the world does). I haven't quite made my mind up about that yet. The world has though. I woke up alone in my big, cold, empty apartment to the shrill voice of the weather lady. I can make my bed in a flick of the wrist because I don't move when I sleep. I feed my cats, shower, have some tea and cereal, and head out the door for work. The whole time I'm outside my body, day dreaming about adventures and romance just like when I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't accept being a grown up, but the world is really intent on reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SsMy2cgWGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPQSNuPFb-Y/s1600-h/xena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SsMy2cgWGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPQSNuPFb-Y/s320/xena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387205490211428370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-49561897601900221?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/49561897601900221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=49561897601900221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/49561897601900221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/49561897601900221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-im-twenty-one.html' title='When I&apos;m Twenty-One'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SsMy2cgWGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPQSNuPFb-Y/s72-c/xena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-866490696675195371</id><published>2009-09-24T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:13:15.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.recoveryemporium.com/images/Pin%20Images/PIN9MnthBlue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.recoveryemporium.com/images/Pin%20Images/PIN9MnthBlue.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to win.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to save you,&lt;br /&gt;Is a sober pin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to think of corny rhymes. I think the AA has pretty much done it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-866490696675195371?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/866490696675195371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=866490696675195371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/866490696675195371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/866490696675195371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2036246825302187420</id><published>2009-09-24T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:20:31.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUUUUUUUUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.project76.tv/DoctorWhoScaredRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 329px;" src="http://blog.project76.tv/DoctorWhoScaredRose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2036246825302187420?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2036246825302187420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2036246825302187420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2036246825302187420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2036246825302187420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuuuuuuuuck.html' title='FUUUUUUUUCK'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2822317598231141632</id><published>2009-09-23T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:54:09.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Srrs07OxArI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K04Y6P-PSTY/s1600-h/DSCN1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Srrs07OxArI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K04Y6P-PSTY/s320/DSCN1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384876698471826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been in my apartment you may recognize this from my living room. Its pretty darn inspirational. Click through to see the big one. Can you guess what it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2822317598231141632?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2822317598231141632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2822317598231141632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2822317598231141632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2822317598231141632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/gestation.html' title='Gestation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Srrs07OxArI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K04Y6P-PSTY/s72-c/DSCN1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8475476235848023658</id><published>2009-09-23T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:18:19.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groooove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eightiesonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/81_physical_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.eightiesonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/81_physical_98.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sing&lt;br /&gt;She does everything&lt;br /&gt;She loves to move&lt;br /&gt;She loves to grove&lt;br /&gt;She loves the lovin things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a star this morning grooving to work, listening to &lt;i&gt;Journey&lt;/i&gt;. I felt like an 80s icon- oversized sweatshirt, leggings, hobo bag... LOOK AT ME GO! I'm just a perm and giant honker away from being Jennifer Grey. (P.S. Its so depressing that she got a nose job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; N.B. This was from a few days ago. It was in my drafts waiting to be sent and I guess it just wasn't. I'm so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8475476235848023658?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8475476235848023658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8475476235848023658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8475476235848023658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8475476235848023658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/groooove.html' title='Groooove!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-387765638373894147</id><published>2009-09-23T08:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:17:58.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Plans</title><content type='html'>My 21st birthday is on the 30th of this month! I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am having my party this Saturday and I'm so excited. People are actually coming!! Normally I get a lot of "maybes" &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and like 5 people show up. There's nothing wrong with that, I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just always plan for a bigger bash then normal. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guess also I've felt a little isolated lately. I've done it to myself- constantly working, going to Picton on all my days off this summer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bought a pretty nice bottle of rum that I'm going to turn into rum punch (any recipe suggestions?) I'm also stopping by the bakery after work to order two dozen cupcakes. (I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think about a dozen people are coming, so we each get two!) Then I can put a little candle in mine! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2009/09/04/1252082132-cupcake-stand_49.jpg" src="http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2009/09/04/1252082132-cupcake-stand_49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as snackies go, Joel wants to make this fig and goat cheese hor d'oeuvre that he had at a restaurant. He's going to do a test run of it today or tomorrow I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think. There is a little prosciutto involved but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think it tastes fine taken off. That's going to be the nicest thing. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Besides that I'm probably going to pick up some spring rolls and a fruit plate or something. Something prepared and trashy because that's really what I'm all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we'll head to the market. I want to go to Zaphod's but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think there is like $6 cover. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:( I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't want to go up Elgin or Bank though. I want to stay in walking distance. If everyone wants to split cabs I'd love to head up to Babylon. Saturday nights is "GRIND - Dancehall and Southern Hip Hop" :) There's live music at Zaphod's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish is that Joel doesn't drink too much. He can really over do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-387765638373894147?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/387765638373894147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=387765638373894147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/387765638373894147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/387765638373894147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-plans.html' title='Birthday Plans'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1096124891274538417</id><published>2009-09-22T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:18:47.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email to Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nana!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a class and the professor is saying that nobody sees their elders as fountains of knowledge or cherishes the information of previous generations anymore. I think that is the opposite of our relationship. As soon as I don't know how to do something (polish silver, innovate meatloaf, train puppies, find good blues/jazz album) I pretty much depend on you and Poppy for those things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/101/85/683142018/n683142018_1555976_9440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/101/85/683142018/n683142018_1555976_9440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha How the heck would I know how to do ANYTHING if it wasn't for the "knowledge of my elders". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Geez, how do people know how to function?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the knowledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1096124891274538417?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1096124891274538417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1096124891274538417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1096124891274538417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1096124891274538417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/email-to-nana.html' title='An Email to Nana'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2748430428430406332</id><published>2009-09-22T00:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:48:08.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>I read a lot of really insightful, funny, active, intelligent blogs. I like to check my "trends" on google reader to see what I'm reading the most of. I'm always ashamed of what my number one is. Here is my top 15 this month. (I have 60, so to crack my top 15 is a feat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pioneer Woman&lt;br /&gt;14. Totally Looks Like&lt;br /&gt;13. Penny Arcade&lt;br /&gt;12. Graph Jam&lt;br /&gt;11. Joystiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cute Overload&lt;br /&gt;9. Deus Ex Malcontent&lt;br /&gt;8. Spring 4 Sims&lt;br /&gt;7. Geek Sugar&lt;br /&gt;6. Apartment Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Feministing&lt;br /&gt;4. Mental Floss&lt;br /&gt;3. Pajiba&lt;br /&gt;2. Lifehacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NUMBER 1???? I'm sure you've guessed it. God I feel horrible admitting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perez Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHAME*&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to sleep now because I can hear Joel snoring which is usually a good cue that its past my bed time. I'm sorry I didn't link to all the blogs but I guarantee if you put them into google and hit "I'm feeling lucky" they'll come up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2748430428430406332?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2748430428430406332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2748430428430406332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2748430428430406332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2748430428430406332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6033286316769956332</id><published>2009-09-21T23:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:26:35.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to FOTC</title><content type='html'>I mark my triumphant return (fizzle) with a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using ONLY SONG TITLES from ONE MUSICAL ARTIST OR GROUP, find a clever answer to each of the following questions. Pass it on to 21 of your friends, including me. You can't use the artist I used and you can't use the band "No Doubt" ('cause that's cheating!). Try not to repeat a song title. Oh, and it's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to [YOUR CHOSEN ARTIST NAME HERE]"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I was going to do David Bowie but that would have been waaaay to easy. I will judge you if you repost with David Bowie.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: &lt;/strong&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SrhDRqLz0hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pEW6tjO6bsw/s1600-h/shortshorts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SrhDRqLz0hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pEW6tjO6bsw/s320/shortshorts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384127325182087698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a male or female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner City Pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling Through the Avenues of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus Driver's Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends (This is totally our song now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite color is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Brown (see: earth tones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite food is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Many Dicks (I couldn't resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite time of day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foux du Fafa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is life to yo&lt;/strong&gt;u:&lt;br /&gt;Pencils in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your past relationships:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Your Into It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your fear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrov, Yelana and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer Up Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change your name, you would change it to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think About It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you would like to die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your soul's present condition:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your motto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kiss is not a Contract&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6033286316769956332?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6033286316769956332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6033286316769956332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6033286316769956332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6033286316769956332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-according-to-fotc.html' title='My Life According to FOTC'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SrhDRqLz0hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pEW6tjO6bsw/s72-c/shortshorts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2590854022125868075</id><published>2009-08-30T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:48:34.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Leonard Nimoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2590854022125868075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2590854022125868075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting-leonard-nimoy.html' title='Meeting Leonard Nimoy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7222728190388622606</id><published>2009-08-17T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:37:27.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend's notorious frugality often rears its head in the form of old man stories about how cheap things were in a different country many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up an Ottawa Citizen this morning (yeah, I still read &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-grain-reading-material.html"&gt;print news&lt;/a&gt;) and was reading it. Joel noticed and piped up: "Are there any coupons in that!?"  I said I didn't think any of the major newspapers came with coupons... He spent time growing up in Colorado so I shouldn't have laughed as hard as I did when he said: "Yes they do! The Denver Nugget did!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SonbCdznhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jSHSiOLMzGY/s1600-h/kmartyell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SonbCdznhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jSHSiOLMzGY/s320/kmartyell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371064866023376226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if there actual is a newspaper called "The Denver Nugget". Bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Denver Nuggets&lt;/span&gt; are a basketball team... not to be confused with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Denver Post&lt;/span&gt; which has won several Pulitzers...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7222728190388622606?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7222728190388622606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7222728190388622606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7222728190388622606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7222728190388622606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/frugal.html' title='Frugal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SonbCdznhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jSHSiOLMzGY/s72-c/kmartyell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1215724136517619046</id><published>2009-08-13T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:08:56.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin Hair Theorum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sufferthegringo.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/spock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 165px;" src="http://sufferthegringo.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/spock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could it be that I'm turning into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; version of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one must know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PLUCK PLUCK PLUCK**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1215724136517619046?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1215724136517619046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1215724136517619046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1215724136517619046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1215724136517619046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/chin-hair-theorum.html' title='Chin Hair Theorum'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2007025802302022749</id><published>2009-08-12T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:44:38.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's House for The Sims 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoN7qiywiVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v9-K1PWH3lI/s1600-h/Title+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoN7qiywiVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v9-K1PWH3lI/s320/Title+Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369271151580186962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Ellie's Dream house from Pixar's "Up"!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't accepted on Mod the Sims because it doesn't look close enough, but I'll keep it on Sims 2 Boogaloo. I'm not good enough with roofing to make it exactly similar, so I guess better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures and a download link go &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sims2boogaloo/6473.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2007025802302022749?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2007025802302022749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2007025802302022749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2007025802302022749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2007025802302022749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/ellies-house-for-sims-3.html' title='Ellie&apos;s House for The Sims 3'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoN7qiywiVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v9-K1PWH3lI/s72-c/Title+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5888122213704910147</id><published>2009-08-11T02:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:05:13.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoEJ7XuIoSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QqE_odPIjAY/s1600-h/up_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoEJ7XuIoSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QqE_odPIjAY/s320/up_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368583146386792738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello faithful followers!&lt;br /&gt;*crickets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the house from "Up" on the sims and I need some reference material. There are plenty of great shots of the front of the house but I am looking for shots from the side and the back as well as interior shots and layout information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any reference materials you can find would be super helpful. I promise to upload it so you can have your Ellie's and Carl's live out long happy lives together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5888122213704910147?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5888122213704910147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5888122213704910147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5888122213704910147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5888122213704910147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/ellies-house.html' title='Ellie&apos;s House'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SoEJ7XuIoSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QqE_odPIjAY/s72-c/up_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6472453121103382429</id><published>2009-08-08T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:18:50.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retinaaustralia.com.au/images/eye6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 95px;" src="http://www.retinaaustralia.com.au/images/eye6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would it be unethical to use my birthday money to put towards a new iPod? I feel so guilty just thinking about it. Whenever I think about buying something I get this sense of dread like everyone would judge me for buying something expensive... nonetheless I troll eBay looking for deals (never logging in or bidding of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month I put all my money into my line of credit, visa, bills, and groceries (etc etc) but would it also be so bad to put $20 into my my iPod Jar every once in a while? I rarely eat out any more or go to the movies or go to the pub or anything.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jugalbandi.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/img_7660-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 99px;" src="http://jugalbandi.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/img_7660-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shameful confession = every time I get a tip or commission I ALWAYS spend that money on myself. Chocolate bar, movie, etc. Its rare and not much- could I put commission into the iPod Jar instead of getting a treat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6472453121103382429?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6472453121103382429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6472453121103382429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6472453121103382429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6472453121103382429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/ethic.html' title='Ethic'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2183354724834415158</id><published>2009-08-07T02:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:09:13.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Drive Home Backwards!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work- off my rocks on Red Bull. Mourning John Hughes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Ferris Bueller (I know, I'm a hard worker) and I am now depressed because I want to be Ferris. He really is my hero. Its easy to be a Ferris when all your friends are Camerons (I mean that in the best possible way) but I'd really love to be a genuine Ferris. Super confident and lucky...  "How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?" has pretty much been my motto since grade 6 (Oh Mr. Stone... you dupe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Mr. Rooney too- the great depths she took to catch me. They did one time when I faked a note to spend an afternoon with only girl at our school with a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly, the Sausage Queen of Ottawa... (oh the imagery)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2183354724834415158?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2183354724834415158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2183354724834415158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2183354724834415158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2183354724834415158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-drive-home-backwards.html' title='We&apos;ll Drive Home Backwards!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5258606538229725870</id><published>2009-08-06T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:49:35.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Lose Friends and Alienate People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://communications.nottingham.ac.uk/SiteData/Root/Image/science.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 148px;" src="http://communications.nottingham.ac.uk/SiteData/Root/Image/science.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should really think before I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in class and we're getting back our papers and discussing our results and the horrible injustices of our marks, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl next to me was grossed out by the presence of an eyelash in her paper. The fact that this grossed her out should have deterred me from saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could CLONE them! All you need is a healthy ovum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5258606538229725870?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5258606538229725870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5258606538229725870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5258606538229725870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5258606538229725870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-lose-friends-and-alienate-people.html' title='How to Lose Friends and Alienate People'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5974412314783813102</id><published>2009-08-06T12:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:47:32.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash 2.0</title><content type='html'>Twitter and facebook are hating me. I not really on the up and up as to why. Facebook won't let me post anything and twitter doesn't even load in my browser and won't let me log on via twitterfox. I tweeted from my cell but no dice. So yeah. The 2.0 has died- finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my bank to ask about some activity info on my account and to change it to the infinity transations (because I pay twice the price of the acount fee anyway). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/6094438/Brad-Pitt-and-Ryan-Reynolds.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/6094438/Brad-Pitt-and-Ryan-Reynolds.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I talked to was seriously so dreamy. He sounded like the voiceover guy from the GM Reinvention commercials. ("&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-oEudd6AYM"&gt;Down to business indeed.&lt;/a&gt;") I almost opened a new savings account because of his delicious man voice. I assume he looks like a mix of Ryan Reynolds and Brad Pitt 15 years ago. (See composite image right.) In reality he's probably a total &lt;a href="http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/11584127/Harry-Potter--Rowan-Atkinson.jpeg"&gt;dweeb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go to the bank and get loonies and then go to the laundromat and do laundry. I probably have like 5 loads of laundry to do. THATS 10 DOLLARS! Oh man... Ryan Pitt/Brad Reynolds- tell me how to SAVE ON EACH TRANSACTION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5974412314783813102?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5974412314783813102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5974412314783813102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5974412314783813102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5974412314783813102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/crash-20.html' title='Crash 2.0'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-4678037767835722889</id><published>2009-08-06T01:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:48:21.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.norcalblogs.com/sustainable/laundry-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.norcalblogs.com/sustainable/laundry-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tidying the bedroom today. I put all my dirty clothes in a bag to take the laundry tomorrow and put all of Joel's dirty clothes in his laundry bag. Little did I know, there was a "clean" pile and a "dirty" pile and I had upset the delicate balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost scooped up the bag and chucked it on the front stoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-4678037767835722889?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/4678037767835722889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=4678037767835722889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4678037767835722889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/4678037767835722889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/laundry.html' title='Laundry!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5481741356269281642</id><published>2009-08-05T01:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:49:43.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"So here we are with the first expansion pack for The Sims 3. World Adventures seems like a departure from the norm, though, isn't it? Expansions for the first two games were focused on nebulous themes, such as Night Life and Open for Business. But now we've got China, France, and Egypt? Does this represent a new direction for the series?&lt;/em&gt;" -From the &lt;a href="http://pc.ign.com/articles/100/1009985p1.html"&gt;IGN Interview&lt;/a&gt; regarding the new Sims 3 expansion pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.strategywiki.org/images/thumb/6/60/The_Sims_Vacation_boxart.png/250px-The_Sims_Vacation_boxart.png" style="width: 158px; height: 221px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thesims.neoseeker.com/w/i/thesims/c/c4/The_Sims_2_Bon_Voyage.jpg" style="width: 156px; height: 220px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes... a destination expansion pack... a great leap from ANYTHING the Sims have EVER done. A "departure from the norm" ... a "new direction" indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5481741356269281642?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5481741356269281642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5481741356269281642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5481741356269281642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5481741356269281642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3927918720641549227</id><published>2009-08-03T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:04:17.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Spam</title><content type='html'>Last Fall I had received a few forwards from concerned family members in regards to an internet hoax that had them desperately worried. I have started receiving them again and just wanted to post an email that I sent around last year as a counter measure against this "fear spam". I received the email from a family member who works in public safety who had in turn received it from somebody in the police force- so its not that these people were silly, its just that they were so concerned that they forwarded the message without critically examining the details. The case I was discussing regarded a business card laced with a drug called "burundanga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the email! Forward it to all your friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This story is an email hoax that I've received a few times this year based on an urban legend. Thanks for passing it on to me anyways. I don't want you to be scared unnecessarily, so I've done some research for you. You could send it to your colleagues as well and advise them to investigate the background of these stories because forwarding these kinds of "warnings" only spread fear and anxiety. I'm sure they've already caused you a great deal of anxiety. If I've learned anything from school its to think critically! (Which, of course, I've done tonight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A simple google search of "burundanga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="il"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="il"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" comes up with tons of info. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/mayhem/burundanga.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Snopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; is the most reliable source for overturning urban legends, but other hoax identifying websites like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/burundanga-warning.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Hoax Slayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/crime/a/burundanga.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Urban Legends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; have looked into it as well.) I think if you look at these websites you will see that the email sent to you was directly copied and pasted from the original hoax email. The websites also point out inconsistencies within the story, the description of the drug, and that there are NO credible sources on such an attack ever taking place- no police reports or news stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I.E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The story above is a fabrication. Two details betray it as such: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; The victim allegedly received a dose of the drug by simply touching a &lt;span class="il"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="il"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt;. (All sources agree that burundanga must be inhaled or ingested, or the subject must have prolonged topical contact with it, in order for it to have an effect.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt; The victim allegedly detected a "strong odor" coming from the drug-laced &lt;span class="il"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt;. (All sources agree that burundanga is odorless and tasteless.) (from Urban Legends link above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In women's studies this was brought up and we discovered that burundanga is also known as the Columbian "zombie drug" or "Columbian Devil's Breath" which is very terrifying and scary. We watched a documentary on it in the class which I can link you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.vbs.tv/video.php?id=1119242704" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. It's real name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scopolamine" target="_blank"&gt;scopolamine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. Its used in a lot of South American countries to take advantage of tourists. In Haiti, they use a similar drug to "zombify" a person ostracized by the community. Despite the real drug's terrifying effects, I have no reason to be afraid here. After lots of research, I've found no substantiated reports of it being used in the United States or Canada except as a treatment for motion sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To ease your mind I refuse to touch anything strangers give me because normally they are normally religious propaganda or dirty hobos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pass THIS email on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3927918720641549227?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3927918720641549227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3927918720641549227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3927918720641549227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3927918720641549227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-spam.html' title='Fear Spam'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3958990892074299456</id><published>2009-08-01T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:43:48.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Explanation</title><content type='html'>I'm aware of my radio silence and I apologize. I really have been focusing on other things lately like school and family and trying to keep my house clean. I've also rediscovered how much I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love reading BOOKS with physical pages and a scent. So I have been reading online less. My focus brought me a B+ on a recent paper! I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have another paper awaiting results and one more to write, so hopefully the added focus and time will increase my academic success. I really need to raise my GPA because its embarrassing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm getting kind of fat. Acknowledging it makes me feel better about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3958990892074299456?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3958990892074299456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3958990892074299456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3958990892074299456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3958990892074299456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/brief-explanation.html' title='Brief Explanation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1069060845808441817</id><published>2009-08-01T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:03:45.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny Valley</title><content type='html'>My new profile sim at&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/simportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 398px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/simportrait.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/mypage/firedrakegirls"&gt;thesims3.com&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you are interested she's available to &lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=795047"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;. To make her look exactly like the picture you'll need this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin: peggy&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: &lt;a href="http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=349922"&gt;rockermonkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: peggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. Check out Motoki's post at &lt;a href="http://www.moreawesomethanyou.com/smf/index.php?topic=16079.0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moreawesomethanyou.com/smf/index.php?topic=16079.0"&gt;MATY&lt;/a&gt; for non-conversion hairs!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL! Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1069060845808441817?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1069060845808441817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1069060845808441817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1069060845808441817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1069060845808441817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncanny-valley.html' title='Uncanny Valley'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6053837426346991348</id><published>2009-07-02T19:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:56:19.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurty Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Sk1I1v-OJtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-wdfGJJe5cA/s1600-h/maxwellsmart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Sk1I1v-OJtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-wdfGJJe5cA/s320/maxwellsmart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354015620261095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Help! Essay due in two weeks. Need to get a good start on it this weekend. I have a few pathetic ideas and I've mainly just been reading articles that are too broad to give evidence to any one topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How might &lt;em&gt;[insert ICT of your choice]&lt;/em&gt; negatively affect &lt;em&gt;[insert people/context of your choice]&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ICT = information and communication technology... toaster isn't an ICT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get all excited I need to be able to find: 2 current academic sources (2007-2009) &amp;amp; 3 recent academic sources (2002-2009)... so don't make it something painful and obscure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOUR &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IDEAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, its lame to ask you guys about homework, but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have two classes this summer and the rest of you are enjoying your lives/class-less summer, so just throw me a frickin bone here!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6053837426346991348?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6053837426346991348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6053837426346991348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6053837426346991348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6053837426346991348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurty-brain.html' title='Hurty Brain'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Sk1I1v-OJtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-wdfGJJe5cA/s72-c/maxwellsmart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6778467544831165814</id><published>2009-07-01T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:38:25.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOM!&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture in my phone. I must have been thinking of you. (She's deathly afraid of heights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Also: Happy Canada to everyone!! I'm going to shower and enjoy some festivities. How about that!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6778467544831165814?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6778467544831165814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6778467544831165814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6778467544831165814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6778467544831165814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/07/vertigo.html' title='Vertigo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8683205943865669241</id><published>2009-06-30T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:54:05.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Woman Look At My Life</title><content type='html'>Woo! I feel slightly accomplished today for getting my to-do list done before 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;This was my grocery list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;skim milk (they were out, I got 1%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spinach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;triscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avocado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riesling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Does this grocery list mean I have no personality? I got Rosemary triscuits? Does that add some spice? My cats have cool names! I'M ONLY TWENTY AND I'M SUPER COOL DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.media-allrecipes.com/site/allrecipes/area/community/userphoto/big/202307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://images.media-allrecipes.com/site/allrecipes/area/community/userphoto/big/202307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight is date night with Joel as we both have the evening off. We are going to make &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Spinach-and-Feta-Turkey-Burgers/Detail.aspx"&gt;feta-spinach-turkey burgers&lt;/a&gt; and salad and then afterwards we're going to go to the movies. Our anniversary is looming and we are thinking about investing in the Wall-E dvd as it was the first movie we went to together... I believe we also went to Zak's and Joel got the Tex-Mex burger and I got something with guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need this date night. We've been both been working so much that when we are together we normally have to discuss things like work, cleaning arrangements, bills, etc and we haven't had fun for some time. I feel like a lot of it is mainly my problem because I'm so anal and he's very laissez-faire. (He isn't &lt;a href="http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-husbands.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; gross, but you know...) Last night he made/attempted to make brownies and then we watched Black Books and fell asleep. It was very relaxed and I missed that casual and fun interaction that we have somehow lost while living together. I'm hoping tonight and in the future we can regain our young, happy, relaxed relationship with each other and forget the chaos that is growing up around us and influencing our moods and behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY tomorrow is Canada Day and Meredith and I have a full day of festivities planned. Step 1) sleep in because its the holiday Step 2) get snacks and sandwiches and go sit in the park Step 3) cross the bridge and check out the Mythical Beasts exhibit at Musee Civ Step 4) buy lemonade from the giant lemon Step 5) find a good spot to chill on The Hill for fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor this morning announced that my 8:30am class on July 2nd has been cancelled so I'm rejoicing because I can actually stay up late. I am not going to go out drinking because its horribly expensive and it will be so busy, but I'm glad that I get sleep-in day TWO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8683205943865669241?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8683205943865669241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8683205943865669241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8683205943865669241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8683205943865669241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-woman-look-at-my-life.html' title='Old Woman Look At My Life'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7661582436438242647</id><published>2009-06-23T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:58:35.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tinsel Town Cryer</title><content type='html'>I love reading gossip blogs, science blogs, and feminist blogs. Of course I read Perez but take things with a grain of salt. I often feel he is pompous and melodramatic-but I guess that is how he has built his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'd like to take this chance to say something really important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitting a man "because he is an asshole" is like hitting a woman "because she is a bitch". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manufacturing Consent&lt;/span&gt; and I'm thinking about when Chomsky was attacked for allegedly supporting hate speech. I don't necessarily support the views of this blogger, but I support 100% his right to express them- however silly and overly dramatic they may be, without the threat of physical violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7661582436438242647?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7661582436438242647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7661582436438242647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7661582436438242647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7661582436438242647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/tinsel-town-cryer.html' title='The Tinsel Town Cryer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8162927676407638790</id><published>2009-06-15T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:06:53.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amanda by Any Other Name Won't Smell as Rank</title><content type='html'>One of the guys I work with at the hostel's wife, Maria, is just learning to speak English and is working at the hostel as a cleaning lady. Today she practiced English with me and said that "Amanda" was her favourite English name and then I said "Maria" was the most favourite name in the world because my grandmother, mom and sister were "Marias". Its true, Maria is a good name. Except when you are a little kid and bullies call you Maria Diarrhea! She also commented that I was happy all the time, which is flattering, but perhaps its just because I often hum and sing quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When I was younger I thought the song "Rolling on the River" was "Roland on the River"... I wish it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roland on the River&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8162927676407638790?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8162927676407638790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8162927676407638790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8162927676407638790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8162927676407638790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/amanda-by-any-other-name-wont-smell-as.html' title='An Amanda by Any Other Name Won&apos;t Smell as Rank'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-680802651016756568</id><published>2009-06-14T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:04:45.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's Daily Cup of Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepages.ihug.com.au/%7Etaleya/gqmf/77893366.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://homepages.ihug.com.au/%7Etaleya/gqmf/77893366.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take that mental floss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody created a twitter client or the Commodore 64! I shit you not!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.vandenbrande.com/wp/2009/06/breadbox64-a-twitter-client-for-the-c64/"&gt;Vandenbrande&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never... EVER... EVER google "supervolcano" because you will not sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supervolcano"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kid diagnosed themselves in science class. MedicalFail!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/06/11/teen.self.diagnosis/index.html"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a blog falls in the internet? Does anybody make a sound? 95% of blogs are ABANDONED! Like wells children always fall in. (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/fashion/07blogs.html?_r=1&amp;amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1245004228-u5/y01GH31WKqETMBijZtg"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big surprise. Kid's grades improve 40% when they are paid. (&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/06082009/news/regionalnews/learn__earn_plan_pays_off_173099.htm"&gt;New York Post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big, but an 11 year old boy got an astrophysics degree. BIG WHOOP. (&lt;a href="http://www.woodtv.com/dpp/news/strange/Boy_11_graduates_from_college"&gt;Wood TV&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-680802651016756568?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/680802651016756568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=680802651016756568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/680802651016756568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/680802651016756568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/amandas-daily-cup-of-links.html' title='Amanda&apos;s Daily Cup of Links'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-9080360585693918599</id><published>2009-06-11T20:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:47:16.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FML!!</title><content type='html'>So my day started well. Slept in until 9ish because Joelio didn't have to go to class until later. It was nice. Then we had waffles for breakfast and listened to music and giggled and stuff. Then I did some dishes, watched Marley &amp;amp; Me and had lunchie poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon I played the sims, did the floors, and took some cough syrup for my flaring bronchitis. Three and a half hours later I gently awaken covered in cats and listening to jazz (oh god) and think: "Oooh, what a good sleep!" I check my phone to catch missed calls. I sleepily putter around my house for a few minutes and then it hits me. SHIIIT! Half an hour late to class! I throw all my stuff in my bag and start briskly walking to class. (Inflamed bronchi slowed my pace, but you know, there was effort.) It's a three hour class and they break every hour so I figured I could just sneak in during the 8pm break and catch the last two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were still in lecture when I got there so I decide to go get a coke to wake up. A toonie falls and rolls under the vending machine. I spend like 10 minutes on hands and knees trying to reach for the toonie. I just left it in the end. In 10 years when they remove that vending machine, some worker is going to have a fun surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class still hasn't gone on break so I figure that they went early or are just going straight until 9pm. I open the door and its so loud that I cringe and 500 faces swing around to stare at me. I slink into a seat in the back and open my laptop praying that I remembered to mute it before shutting down. Just as my computer (silently) boots up, class goes on break. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go down to my professor and apologized for being late and gave him my doctors note from last week. I was still half-awake and slightly upset so he just laughed at me and told me they were watching a movie so I could just go home and download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjGzXpacDdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4M6xeQr9mmQ/s1600-h/fang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjGzXpacDdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4M6xeQr9mmQ/s320/fang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346251451500596690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find any pictures representing how awkward this evening was so I am simply posting a close up picture of this morning's Boris picture which showcases his awkward overbite fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know everyone thinks that I'm a crazy cat lady, but my boyfriend and I are actually a crazy cat couple. He routinely yells: "AMANDA! GET THE CAMERA! THE CATS ARE DOING SOMETHING CUUUTE!" For this reason, I have a folder on my computer called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cats in Window Sill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-9080360585693918599?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/9080360585693918599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=9080360585693918599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9080360585693918599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/9080360585693918599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/fml.html' title='FML!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjGzXpacDdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4M6xeQr9mmQ/s72-c/fang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1107821647539272816</id><published>2009-06-11T14:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:32:43.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Bullshit</title><content type='html'>To deem something "impossible" means you are aware of the parameters of "possible". If you say you are aware of the parameters of "possible", I call bullshit and ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my cat:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjFMsCf2G9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YoyUEm7_xyQ/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjFMsCf2G9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YoyUEm7_xyQ/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346138552133884882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1107821647539272816?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1107821647539272816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1107821647539272816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1107821647539272816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1107821647539272816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-bullshit.html' title='Calling Bullshit'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SjFMsCf2G9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YoyUEm7_xyQ/s72-c/DSCN1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8469825297044759876</id><published>2009-06-10T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:09:49.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Husbands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Si_L8EuA1SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sJQwj23UXYk/s1600-h/househusband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Si_L8EuA1SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sJQwj23UXYk/s320/househusband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345715515631392034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Dear. I often feel overwhelmed with housework and take this out on my househusband (boyfriend). This morning he opened up, tears were shed, and I had to explain why I act like a "mean drill instructor".  ("I always plan to pick the plates up off the couch! I swear!") I cut the guy a break because I love him and it pains me to see his big man tears. But also because he really honestly tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend related a story to me that put my boy into perspective. After much goading for him to clean the bathroom, this boy gets to it and rolls up his sleeves. My friend was passing the bathroom and saw him drop some cleaner into the toilet and slosh it around... and then he proceeded to scrub the outside of the toilet WITH THE TOILET BRUSH! Not just the rim and seat but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLUSHY and the TOP OF THE TOILET!&lt;/span&gt; When she expressed her horror and ran for the Lysol he felt attacked... "I never do things right!" he cried. She had to explain to him, like a child. I imagine it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You would never stick your hand in the toilet! Its diirtty! DIIIRTY Your pees and poos go in there, Sweetie! Then you put that icky poo water on the dirty brush and then put dirty brush doused in poo water on the handle that you TOUCH and where you put your BUM! No! Dirty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How men do not drop dead from &lt;a name="#000033012"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dysentery we'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8469825297044759876?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8469825297044759876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8469825297044759876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8469825297044759876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8469825297044759876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-husbands.html' title='House Husbands!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/Si_L8EuA1SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sJQwj23UXYk/s72-c/househusband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-3956121542553001133</id><published>2009-06-08T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:56:23.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundro-FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Hi y’all! It behoves me to inform you that I am at the Laundromat. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought, hmm, what better place to write from!? I’m stuck here for at least an hour with nothing but my thoughts and about a dozen washing machines. The laundry was getting a little ridiculous and the amount of hand washing I was doing indicated it was time to actually buy a roll of loonies and get it all done. Joel has this oversized duffel bag that converts to a backpack. It holds EVERYTHING (besides towels, that’s another day).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking today I will do clothes and tomorrow I’ll do towels and linens. (I have two mornings off and don’t work until 4pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;The small European woman was very shocked at my appearance. I’m wearing polka dot tights (only knee length) and a green plaid summer dress- but on my back I have this giant black mass. I essentially look like a giant Beetle walking down the sidewalk. “Why you do so much laundry!!” she demanded. I felt silly and embarrassed that I had left my laundry this long. I, ever quick on my feet, said that I have a roommate who pays me to do their laundry too. She seemed satisfied with that. I will have to keep up with this lie for the rest of my life as long as I know the Laundromat Lady. I think eventually in my “story” this other roommate will move out. (I would say it’s Joel but I had no boy clothes in my bag). Oh the tangled web of lies I spin to save myself from humiliation. Oh man, she’s making some kind of garlicky soup on a hot plate in the convenience store part. JEALOUS. When I got here, I realized I forgot my soap. (As I write, it is sitting out in little perfectly portioned hotel shampoo bottles on my coffee table. I thought I was so clever...); luckily there is the store in the back of the Laundromat. For two of those tide soaps (I split them in half) and a coke it was $3.15. Hmm... My father is deathly allergic to Tide soap so I will just have to never speak to him again. This is upsetting. We like to fail at fishing together and watch McHale’s Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Let me paint you a scene: Wood panelling and drywall... Lime green and yellow floral print chairs, wooden benches and TONS of plants. The Maytags look fairly recent (some even take LOONIES) but the washers are ANCIENT looking. They are built into the wall so it’s safe to assume they’ve been here as long as this building. I’m going to attempt to paparazzo a cell phone picture without arousing suspicion, but the old lady is sneaky... I’ll have to think of a new lie to save myself from having to explain blogs and the internet. I just put in my dryer loads. They only take quarters... how long ago were loonies introduced? These dryers are at least before then.  They are silent and efficient &lt;strike&gt;killers&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00447.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;I’m typing up this blog in a word document because a) it looks like I’m working, b) it spell/grammar checks for me and c) because the stolen internet here is crap. AIM and MSN are working but browsing is at a slow crawl. Nobody is online either so its not like its a huge loss. Besides writing, I’m editing pictures of my cats (sigh) and taking in the blast from the past that is this Laundromat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00445.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 301px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. There is 100 points and a cookie for Ottawans who can correctly identify this specific Laundromat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-3956121542553001133?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/3956121542553001133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=3956121542553001133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3956121542553001133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/3956121542553001133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/laundro-fun.html' title='Laundro-FUN'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1004747347288563510</id><published>2009-06-04T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:49:26.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sad and Some Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8083479.stm" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8083479.stm"&gt;David Carradine hanged himself&lt;/a&gt;. I am so shocked. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was going to post a lighthearted bit about my Star Trek waffles, but that all seems so silly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will still post about the Star Trek waffles because even when sad stuff happens, you have to keep on laughing. Plus, its not like he was my dad or anything. He's someone's dad, but not mine. Someone somewhere is probably going to blog about Star Trek waffles today and it may as well be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1002.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 314px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1002.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit Jim! I'm a doctor not a WAFFLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1004.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 320px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1004.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Scotty... he got a little scorched too. He was light and fluffy though. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just as you'd expect him to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1004747347288563510?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1004747347288563510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1004747347288563510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1004747347288563510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1004747347288563510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-sad-and-some-funny.html' title='Some Sad and Some Funny'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5122201820979742481</id><published>2009-06-03T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:28:23.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucus Rising</title><content type='html'>Hello one and all!&lt;br /&gt;I break my radio silence again today to tell you that my bronchisauri are inflamed. (I have bronchitis.) Joel is still living with me which is kind of up and down, but mainly up since he's found work. Not GIS stuff but working in a couple of restaurants. Him being home 24/7 and moping around was driving me nuts. Now that he has a job I hope he will find his own place. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doubt it though. He has no plan, he's all over the place. Sometimes he says he wants to stay here for the summer and sometimes he says he wants to go to Alaska... I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't know what's going on with him, but now that he's out of the house I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't really interact with him that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wonder if Disney has programmed me to expect the Beast to turn into a Prince just because I'm patient and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a raise at work which is lovely, but I've been sick/away for a substantial amount of time since the raise. I have a big test tomorrow and I've not really been able to lift my head off the pillow today. I am emailing my prof to see what my options are. I doubt anything can be done this late, but I really didn't expect to be hit this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;need to study study study (my test isn't until 7pm tomorrow night) and then I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;need to clean the kitchen and bathroom. I miss Meredith and splitting chores 50/50. If Joel moves out I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;totally want Annie to come spend a week or two with me. We can eat on patios and bake and have picnics and do DIY projects... do sister things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just took some dimetane-expectorant and I feel I'll be mildly drowsy soon so that's enough of an update for now... Here are some cat pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0998.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 295px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0998.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0999.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 297px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0999.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN0999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1000.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 297px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1000.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSCN1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5122201820979742481?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5122201820979742481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5122201820979742481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5122201820979742481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5122201820979742481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/06/mucus-rising.html' title='Mucus Rising'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1021063377126675446</id><published>2009-04-24T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:29:08.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why All The Radio Silence?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haven't written at all since Joel came back. To be honest, its because I don't know what to write. It's been so up and down and I don't want to write that everything is perfect but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't want to post anything overly negative. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love Joel, but I'm finding it very difficult to live with him and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;feel like I'm under constant scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime he can be very loving and considerate, like making me food, etc.. But he is often really really inconsiderate and rude. He probably the messiest person I know- I don't even want to tell you the things I've found on the floor, and if I tell him about a rule or ask him to do something, its like talking to a child. For example: &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Do not eat in the bed" seems to be the hardest rule for him to understand. And today, he was playing GTA &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and Meredith was coming over so we could watch the new Supernatural before she went to work and asking him to stop playing GTA &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for 45 minutes was just about the worst thing I could ask him evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, (the reason I decided to post) we were making tempura. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;normally never ever try to do any cooking related activities around him because he's very discouraging and is very vocal about how horrible a cook I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am. I want to try so I dip in a little eggplant and its very gooey and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was laughing because it was clearly a disaster. He just said: "What a waste! &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look at all the batter on your hands! &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you TRY &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to not do things right!?&lt;/strong&gt;" He was completely serious too. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just didn't know what to say so I came into my room to write a good old post. (Writing it down makes it feel so much better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me the most is that even though he's completely sweet most of the time, the times that he's an ass and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;call my mom to talk about it, she constantly thinks that either a) &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm being too dramatic or b) &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shouldn't expect him to be considerate, clean, etc because "straight guys don't understand why the dishes have to be washed and the shower scrubbed, when a perfectly good TV show is on or he's playing in excellent game of whatever" ... she goes on to talk about my dad saying "there's certain things he does do, so he does those, and I pick up the slack.  In all honesty, we were suppose to be 50/50 with household chores, but the truth is is I do at least 75...maybe 90% of the chores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hate that anyone just accepts this sexist (toward both men and women) &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;perspective. &lt;strong&gt;Partners are partners. It doesn't matter what their sex/gender is- if they are partners they are considerate, kind and don't expect the other person to pick up the slack. &lt;/strong&gt;I've made it clear that as soon as he gets a job he has to start looking for his own apartment. I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;want to be with him, but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can't live with him. I refuse to clean up after him and argue about things like when I get to use my own goddamned tv and hear how horrible I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am at cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I feel better. I'm very grateful that he's here and I'm very happy he came back, but I just want us to be equal- I don't want to fight with him and argue constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1021063377126675446?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1021063377126675446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1021063377126675446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1021063377126675446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1021063377126675446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-all-radio-silence.html' title='Why All The Radio Silence?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-8495635829402589445</id><published>2009-04-10T01:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:04:49.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNa4tLraLKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNa4tLraLKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-8495635829402589445?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/8495635829402589445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=8495635829402589445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8495635829402589445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/8495635829402589445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1343388070629778382</id><published>2009-04-08T01:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:27:47.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo wrong</title><content type='html'>HERE ANNIE! I DID PENANCE TO YOU FOR GETTING YOU IN TROUBLE AT CAPSLOCKSPN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/annie_swiss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/creepy_anniecopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;AFTER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UR WELCOME&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the shirt is from &lt;a href="http://www.maxstudio.com/cgi-bin/dynamic/product.cgi?frame=main&amp;amp;size=4&amp;amp;floatsize=4&amp;amp;style_number=7D06P30&amp;amp;color=PAPRIKA&amp;amp;AID=10281009&amp;amp;PID=2251870"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1343388070629778382?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1343388070629778382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1343388070629778382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1343388070629778382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1343388070629778382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/sooo-wrong.html' title='Sooo wrong'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2435391004927006524</id><published>2009-04-07T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:12:41.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficacy of Condoms</title><content type='html'>Religious fanatic or poorly crafted satire? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZBSZ0xbfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZBSZ0xbfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2435391004927006524?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2435391004927006524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2435391004927006524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2435391004927006524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2435391004927006524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/efficacy-of-condoms.html' title='Efficacy of Condoms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-6124993003278048362</id><published>2009-04-07T02:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:03:18.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers!</title><content type='html'>My favourite Doctor Who character EVER &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seems to be making a triumphant return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00508copy.jpg" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/DSC00508copy.jpg"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'd like to thank the following people for today:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The popcorn girl who gave me a band aid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario who also gave me a band aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bus driver who helped me find Best Buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meredith for going with me to Best Buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The row of unruly gentlemen behind us in the theatre (thank you for being quiet during the actual movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, but not leastly: the Geek Squad guy at Best Buy who found a creative and sneaky way of fixing my problem for free in time tofinish up all my papers for this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks to ALL &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THOSE &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PEOPLE for saving me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-6124993003278048362?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/6124993003278048362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=6124993003278048362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6124993003278048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/6124993003278048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/spoilers.html' title='Spoilers!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-5146184512327154243</id><published>2009-04-06T01:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:21:41.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is... GIF MADNESS</title><content type='html'>Muhahaha... this is only the BEGINNING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/annie_flowermouth.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago during "Small Universe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/blinkblink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Alaina's car trapped in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/confusedalaina.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaina trying to get out of the parking structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/manlyrun.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/back_and_forth.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel in Venice 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/justGO.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith screaming "JUST GO" at Alaina trying to exit parking structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/ramthem.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith screaming: "RAM THEM!" at Alaina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/merdance.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith dancing and me filming her without her knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/amanda_dance.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My signature move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many many more to come my chicklets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-5146184512327154243?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/5146184512327154243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=5146184512327154243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5146184512327154243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/5146184512327154243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-gif-madness.html' title='This Is... GIF MADNESS'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-1603347411811166304</id><published>2009-04-04T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:35:30.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 3 Personality</title><content type='html'>So the new sims 3 lets you pick 5 wonky personality traits to customize your sims. I'm trying to create friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Insane&lt;br /&gt;Excitable&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic&lt;br /&gt;Absent Minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;Family oriented&lt;br /&gt;Heavy sleeper&lt;br /&gt;Natural cook&lt;br /&gt;Handy&lt;br /&gt;Flirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith:&lt;br /&gt;Hates the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;Light sleeper&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy&lt;br /&gt;Bookworm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to do Mom, Annie, Alysson, Joel, etc... Any suggestions? &lt;a href="http://snootysims.com/thesims3index.php?id=traits"&gt;Here is the list of traits&lt;/a&gt; and what they mean. Also, people can't be conflicting. Like they can't be Good and Evil and they can't be both a light sleeper and a heavy sleeper, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-1603347411811166304?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/1603347411811166304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=1603347411811166304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1603347411811166304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/1603347411811166304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/sims-3-personality.html' title='Sims 3 Personality'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-2219084403589539044</id><published>2009-04-04T02:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:29:20.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Him</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep! I feel like I when I was little and I could barely stand the short wait until Christmas!! Tom Jones keeps being creepy and singing in my head whenever I go into a daydream about reuniting in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G1EqweVB0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G1EqweVB0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-2219084403589539044?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/2219084403589539044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=2219084403589539044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2219084403589539044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/2219084403589539044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-for-him.html' title='Waiting for Him'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20748517.post-7909927442995645577</id><published>2009-04-02T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:30:02.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strombo Gumbo</title><content type='html'>I'd hate him if I didn't love him so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 626px;" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/silverwyd/strombo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I Shouldn't Love Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;his last name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his fucking earing/nose ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he WOULD be on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/strombo"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/account/profile_image/strombo"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; stupid jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his horrible interviews ("True or false, did you choose that role because you got to wear an eye patch?")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way he kisses EVERYONE'S ass- its painful to watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his doughy, pasty face and his bad bad hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he creepishly stares at people while he's interviewing them... like he wants to have sex with them or slow cook them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he interviews people for 35 minutes and doesn't edit (it would seem) the super boring responses... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strombo: You are not fucking James Lipton!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is the first part of his giant Tom Cruise interview. The only good part is when he asks Tom if his friends made fun of him for the couch jumping and Tom responded that he deserved all the jokes he got about it. Tom Cruise works the words "download" and "hardcore" into his interview in a way that will mortify his children. Tom Cruise reminds me of my Uncle Steve in almost every way except the scientology thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=""&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9ZHe4QJm2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9ZHe4QJm2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20748517-7909927442995645577?l=haikushmaiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/feeds/7909927442995645577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20748517&amp;postID=7909927442995645577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7909927442995645577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20748517/posts/default/7909927442995645577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikushmaiku.blogspot.com/2009/04/strombo-gumbo.html' title='Strombo Gumbo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016057536813052062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2NTP7IKIQtk/SDpDGNFhV0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Pp-4GeWVZVc/S220/fadeycamera.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
