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    <title>Right Where It Belongs</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T02:35:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T02:35:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This song is close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIN - &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gp2eOHOlBxE"&gt;Right Where It Belongs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the animal in his cage that you built,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side you're on?&lt;br /&gt;Better not look him too closely in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?&lt;br /&gt;See the safety of the life you have built,&lt;br /&gt;Everything where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all... right where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you think you know,&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world's inside of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Just creations of your own&lt;br /&gt;Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead&lt;br /&gt;And you're really all alone&lt;br /&gt;You can live in this illusion,&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to believe.&lt;br /&gt;You keep looking but you can't find the woods,&lt;br /&gt;While you're hiding in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you used to know,&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimson_fox:7805</id>
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    <title>Sam's Town</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T18:27:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T18:27:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Of the things I enjoy about music, one of my favorites is enjoying a new song when you least expect it.  This was the case with Sam's Town by The Killers. The surprise was not in the author of the album (I really enjoy their music), but because I had not listened to this album until recently.  While I have a wide range in regards to the genres of music I try, I am very selective in regards to individual songs.  As such, it is rare for me to like so many songs in a particular album.  In Sam's Town, not only did I enjoy most of the songs, but I hadn't heard of any of them until I picked up the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's the draw back of not listening to the radio.  Even then, I don't feel it's worth sorting through the advertisements and musical junk to get to the occasional good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the songs I like in Sam's Town:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EVCkSMwaGGc"&gt;When You Were Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch him now, here he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Higher now than ever before, I&lt;br /&gt;Know we can make it if we take it slow&lt;br /&gt;That's thinking easy, easy now, watch it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re burning down the highway skyline on the&lt;br /&gt;Back of a hurricane that started turning&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see the place where you used to live&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the devil's water, it ain’t so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to drink right now&lt;br /&gt;But you can dip your feet&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch him now, here he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talks like a gentleman, like you imagine)&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than you’ll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fW2vE2WTJ3E"&gt;For Reasons Unknown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack my case, I check my face&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit older&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit colder&lt;br /&gt;With one deep breath, and one big step&lt;br /&gt;I move a little bit closer, I move a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my stride, I flew and flied&lt;br /&gt;I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, they don't see you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an open chair&lt;br /&gt;We sat down in, the open chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, they don't see you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gssp0GT3eBQ"&gt;This River Is Wild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are falling down&lt;br /&gt;On the beautiful ground&lt;br /&gt;I heard a story from the man in red&lt;br /&gt;He said the leaves are falling down&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful sound so I think you&lt;br /&gt;Son, I think you better go ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always hold your head up high&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a long, long, long way down&lt;br /&gt;This town was meant for passing through&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Now go and show them&lt;br /&gt;That the world stayed round&lt;br /&gt;But it's a long, long, long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better run for the hills before they burn&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound of the world&lt;br /&gt;And watch it turn&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you what I know&lt;br /&gt;And catch you when the current lets you go&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just get along with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did get along with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;But you know I could stay here all night&lt;br /&gt;And watch the clouds fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This river is wild&lt;br /&gt;This river is wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for the hills before they burn&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound of the world&lt;br /&gt;Watch it turn&lt;br /&gt;But shake a little&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm nervous when I talk&lt;br /&gt;I shake a little&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate the line I walk&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you what I know&lt;br /&gt;And catch you when the current lets you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just get along with myself&lt;br /&gt;I never did get along with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying hard to do whats right&lt;br /&gt;But you know I could stay here all night&lt;br /&gt;And watch the clouds fall&lt;br /&gt;From the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this river is wild&lt;br /&gt;God speed you boy&lt;br /&gt;This river is wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Adam's taking bombs&lt;br /&gt;And he's stuck on his mom&lt;br /&gt;Because that bitch&lt;br /&gt;Keeps trying to make him pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's with the hippie in the park&lt;br /&gt;Coming over the dark&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to get some of that little girl play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better run for the hills before they burn&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound of the world&lt;br /&gt;But watch it turn&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you what I know&lt;br /&gt;And catch you when the current lets you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I get along with myself&lt;br /&gt;I never did get along with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to do whats right&lt;br /&gt;But you know I could stay here all night&lt;br /&gt;And watch the clouds fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pay this hell in me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Because this river is wild&lt;br /&gt;God speed you boy&lt;br /&gt;This river is wild&lt;br /&gt;God speed you boy&lt;br /&gt;This river is wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the cards are everywhere face in dust&lt;br /&gt;The fairground&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever seen so many headlights&lt;br /&gt;But there's something pulling me&lt;br /&gt;The circus and the crew&lt;br /&gt;Well they're just passing through&lt;br /&gt;Making sure the merry still goes round&lt;br /&gt;But it's a long, long, long way down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3Oec8RuwVVs"&gt;Read My Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of main street&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to keep it in line&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna move on and&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm falling behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really gave up on&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' out of this two-star town&lt;br /&gt;I got the green light&lt;br /&gt;I got a little fight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn this thing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old days, the honest man&lt;br /&gt;The restless heart, the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;A subtle kiss that no one sees&lt;br /&gt;A broken wrist and a big trapeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Before you go, can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how you just break down&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some sign&lt;br /&gt;I pull up to the front of your driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With magic soaking my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage queen, the loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;The drop dead dream, the Chosen One&lt;br /&gt;A southern drawl, the world unseen&lt;br /&gt;A city wall and a trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I don't mind if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Before you jump,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you find..&lt;br /&gt;When you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping in my faith until I fall&lt;br /&gt;You never returned that call&lt;br /&gt;Woman, open the door, don't let it sting&lt;br /&gt;I wanna breathe that fire again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't mind if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt;Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt;Put your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds, cut out of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind</content>
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    <title>Pythagorean Theorem</title>
    <published>2007-11-01T16:24:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-01T16:24:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;If we had shows like these as kids maybe public education wouldn't be in such a mess today: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_RVDQAT5zWQ" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=_RVDQAT5zWQ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3a8V5Ute3wg" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=3a8V5Ute3wg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dragoncon '07 and Furries</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T06:06:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T06:06:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Friend sent me this link, got a good laugh out of it.  I figured I'd share: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zB_1SK0I_sM" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zB_1SK0I_sM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny how CSI is now the authority on the furry fandom. =D &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Indian Thriller</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T05:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T05:12:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know how anyone could argue that globalization is a good thing after watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtJRNyPK-lc"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to whoever showed me this at Califur.</content>
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    <title>Califur 07</title>
    <published>2007-05-10T01:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-10T02:00:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know you've had entirely too much fun when there's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YxpEuiQdCs"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of it on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to mess with Glen (the artshow director and auctioneer) at the art auction again this year.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty certain that I have the dubious distinction of being the only person to bid against himself at a furry art auction because of it. =D&amp;nbsp; He's a good sport about it which makes it fun to play into his banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had good food, great company, and got to play some chess and hacky sack.&amp;nbsp; For more details check out this great &lt;a href="http://thornwolf.livejournal.com/753023.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thornwolf' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thornwolf.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thornwolf.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thornwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Red Riding Hood</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T08:19:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T08:19:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;hr /&gt; 			 			 				&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dagobah.biz/flash/Red_Riding_Hood.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://dagobah.biz/flash/Red_Riding_Hood.swf&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; A friend showed me this about a week ago.  A pretty dark version of "Little Red Riding Hood". &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heathen Chemistry</title>
    <published>2007-03-17T05:34:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-17T05:37:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Funny how music can bring back memories that have been so long forgotten.  This song reminded of a story I have read back in the dawn of teh intarweb. It was a mystical time when BBSes still roamed the land and men with 9600 baud modems were &lt;b&gt;gods&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; far back but still a pretty damn long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... The story was about a dragon rider and how he and his dragon had fallen in love with each other.  I'm not sure why I made a connection with that story, but I feel it fits in an odd way.  You be the judge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songbird - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Heathen Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...three, four&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to the songbird yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Flew me to a place not far away&lt;br /&gt;She's a little pilot in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Singin songs of love to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;Gonna write a song so she can see&lt;br /&gt;Give her all the love she gives to me&lt;br /&gt;Talk of better days that have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this love from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can never dream these kind of things&lt;br /&gt;Especially when she came and spread her wings&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear the things I'd like&lt;br /&gt;Then she flew away into the night&lt;br /&gt;Gonna write a song so she can see&lt;br /&gt;Give her all the love she gives to me&lt;br /&gt;Talk of better days that have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this love from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I found the story at an archive.  It's not particularly well written (or punctuated for that matter), but it still stirs some nostalgic memories.</content>
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    <title>The First Night of the Rest of My Life</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T11:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T20:04:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just turned one year older, there's nothing particularly special about that. I am, however, a few years wiser.  I don't feel like celebrating, but I should mark the occasion none the less.  I've never had a way with words, but I have an appreciation for those that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let them do the talking tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I'll be hanging back with an old friend: DJ JD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~crimson_fox/jd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back a ways, and it's been a long while.  Funny though that with some friends you can pick right back up as if not even a day has passed.  We're going to be laying down a lot of tunes tonight, so try to keep up.  I know all of you peg-legged bastards won't have any trouble.  For those that don't feel me here's three words for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the RIAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best get to it; the night isn't getting any younger, I'm certainly not getting any more sober, and my lungs won't be getting any lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up we have a song that I've always liked, but I've never really understood until tonight.  Makes me think on how one can know someone for years but not really *know* them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Bush%20Lyrics/Come%20Down%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Bush - Come Down.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways this song relates to myself and in many others it doesn't.  For what it's worth, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/frente!/bizarre+love+triangle_20057294.html"&gt;Frente - Bizzare Love Triangle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is song is close to me.  It hasn't been so until recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/crowded+house/into+temptation_20034426.html"&gt;Crowded House - Into Temptation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much from classes at high school.  One quote from English lit does stand out:&lt;br /&gt;"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been! ..." ~John Greenleaf Whittier.&lt;br /&gt;Some have wondered what drives me.  Robert Smith said it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Spilt-Milk-lyrics-The-Cure/BE393A92C452638848256BC10031691E"&gt;Cure, the - Spilt Milk.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do well for myself.  I have a house, a car, a steady job.  I don't lack anything.  Why is it then, that I only feel truly alive when I am hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nineinchnails/hurt.html"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Hurt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times I hear from people the things they want. Their ambitions, the things they most *desire*. Most people don't know the fucking meaning of the word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Closer-lyrics-Nine-Inch-Nails/63C17F47752CE85748256CC60024516F"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Closer&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these I think back on the things I've done, the people I've met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/In-My-Life-lyrics-The-Beatles/70E2C57578D2E1AA48256BC2001373D4"&gt;Beatles, the - In My Life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is where things get philosophical.  Perhaps things are simpler than what they seem.  I believe a big part of maturing is knowing what battles are worth fighting and when you should just:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/The%20Beatles%20Lyrics/Let%20it%20Be%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Beatles, the - Let It Be.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy friend gave me some advise awhile back.  I'm not sure if I simply didn't believe him or that I though I knew better.  In the end I've learned that you shouldn't tempt fate; She's a real bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nickelcreek/helena.html"&gt;Nickel Creek - Helena.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising, so this must come to an end.  This last song goes out to the love of my life; may she rest in peace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsstyle.com/a/audioslave/likeastone.html"&gt;Audio Slave - Like a Stone.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pushing My Buttons</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T07:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T07:46:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had a blast at AC this year.  It all seems a blur now (as cons often do), but there were a few things I remember clearly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to room with two good friends, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='northwolf' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://northwolf.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://northwolf.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;northwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='haskiwolf' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;haskiwolf&lt;/span&gt;.  You guys were great roomies and were great to hang with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was amazed at how huge the convention center is!  Very different feel from the usual con, natural lighting and space makes for a much less crowded fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to try out an amazing sushi place, it even had real wasabi!  Most wasabi you get at sushi restaurants is actually colored horseradish.  Real wasabi has a strong bite to it, but it fades away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to play a few games of chess with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kysh' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kysh.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kysh.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kysh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I wished I played a few more actually.  It's very difficult to find a good live opponent it seems.  The game is so much more enjoyable when you can discuss the match with your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='lupinsmile' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lupinsmile.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lupinsmile.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lupinsmile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over for drinks.  Was originally thinking of throwing a room party, but as it turns out the room walls are very thin in the hotel.  It worked out though, having a few friends over is a welcome change of pace from the hectic con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got two new buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~crimson_fox/buttons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw these I knew I had to have them...  I mean, I just love both cats and chickens!  Was disappointed that the dealer didn't have a "I Love Dogs" or a "I Love Foxes" button.  I figure they must have sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised on how many compliments I got on my chicken button.  I would have thought that most people would notice the cat button more seeing as how they're more common.  I suppose chickens must be more popular out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, people sure are friendly out in the east coast.  I don't think I was allowed to pick up the tab even once at the bar.  I've also never gotten so many offers for scritches at a con before.  Last time I checked the count was 10 scritches, 4 back rubs, and 2 lap dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great people and a great con.  Looking forward to next year!</content>
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    <title>Ashes and Snow</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T03:37:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T05:01:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~crimson_fox/image19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://ashesandsnow.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, click enhanced, then click explore.  If you find your way back, post your thoughts.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crimson_fox:5201</id>
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    <title>New Print</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T04:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T05:24:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really should post more often.  This entry is pretty self-explanatory so I'll keep it simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.comcast.net/~crimson_fox/jay_art.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>crimson_fox @ 2004-12-09T01:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T08:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T02:37:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If my blood was wine I'd be the greatest artist/writter in the world... At least in my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. o O (Isn't that where it matters the most?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained a greater appreciation for a certain "Chester Ringtail" tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://motw.xohost.com/chestertw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would care to join me in this toast:  To free spirits, to love without boundaries, and in short... to everything that I am not.  Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Advance apologies to Terrie Smith, Thornwolf, and anyone else that this post might possibly offend.</content>
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    <title>crimson_fox @ 2004-08-18T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T04:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T04:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I stayed in bed today,&lt;br /&gt;did meaningless things to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the rain chatters quietly,&lt;br /&gt;it whispers of distant days...&lt;br /&gt;of a love that was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;-and the night I last held it in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I will meet the rising sun,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it will speak of another time.&lt;br /&gt;of simpler days,&lt;br /&gt;when I awoke with her by my side.</content>
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    <title>We didn't start the fire.</title>
    <published>2004-04-12T04:52:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-12T04:52:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had a friend over this week.  He stayed over my place while he got things ready to head back home.  As it turns out he's a Wolf's Rain fan as well so I gave him some episodes to take home with him.  Unfortunately his laptop wasn't able to play Divx files at a decent frame rate.  This gave me a chance to use my DVD burner to make video DVDs.  Trans-coding the episodes ended up being more work than I anticipated, but I'm pleased with the results: the quality is good and the whole series fit on two DVDs!</content>
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    <title>Inspiring</title>
    <published>2004-02-05T06:49:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-05T06:50:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Many wonder why I do not update my journal more often.  I suppose this is because the art of writting is not something that comes easily to me.  As such, I tend to write only when I find the inspiration to do so.  Sadly, I find such inspiration in turmoil and discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late I have been content with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that this is so for many of the artists I prize.  Take Edgar Allan Poe.  His poetry stirs something deep within me.  His prose pours passion into my soul... it makes my blood boil.  When I read his words I feel... ALIVE.  Yet, from what I have read he lived a bleak existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not tragic, yet strangely fitting, that such beauty should arise from sorrow?</content>
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    <title>I came to get down.</title>
    <published>2004-02-02T06:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-02T06:50:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FC was an absolute blast this year.  Wasn't prepared to have that much fun.  Me and my boy Timberwolf threw two parties. We split the room and the cost for booze.  He served the drinks, I played the music... I have to hand it to him though:  He provided the people and IMO that's what really made the parties great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year is entirely too long to wait for such good times.</content>
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    <title>Home</title>
    <published>2003-08-07T15:50:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-07T15:50:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been awhile since I last updated my journal.  Much has happened since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I found a new home for my LiveJournal: &lt;a href="http://motw.xohost.com/LJ/"&gt;http://motw.xohost.com/LJ/&lt;a&gt;. Second, I found a home for myself.  I am the owner of a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath, 1600 sq ft, .33 acre lot home.  Finally, I have two "kids".  I inherited two chow-dog creatures from my late stepmother.  They remind me of large teddy bears, quite adorable.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Closer</title>
    <published>2003-04-14T08:35:17Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-14T08:39:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been thinking about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I asked several friends about what they look for in a relationship and what their thoughts were on the subject.  The reason for this is because I have never felt a need to be in an intimate relationship with a woman (I know what you're thinking... and no, I haven't felt a need to be intimate with a man either).  So I asked them these things in hopes of getting a better understanding on why others seek this closeness with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I figure most (men) would think "OMFG! In the name of all that is good and holy, how could you possibly go on for so long without getting laid?!"  Could it be emotional trauma?  A general apathy for mankind?  Low hormone count?  Honestly, I'm not sure.  What I do know is that I am not: inconsolably shy, born deformed, afflicted with an unnatural affinity for Star Trek, still living with my mother, or an alien from outer space.  While I am not entirely without experience, these things have never been constant in my life.  This doesn't surprise me as I've learned that it is not difficult to avoid relationships if one seems uninterested in them.  After all, for two persons to become close (intimately or otherwise) it takes efforts from both to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While considering this I came across an interesting though: If God where a person, how well would I know Him?  I would have to say "not any better than I would know any celebrity."  I hear much talk about what others think about Him and how they interpret what He has done, but none of this gives me a better understanding of who He is.  I figure for me to be closer to God it would take more effort on my part.</content>
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    <title>Eat, Drink, And Be Merry</title>
    <published>2003-04-12T07:11:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-12T07:11:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Good drink, good food, and good friends.  One could argue that these make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had all three tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that my heart betrays my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I listen to my heart; my mind will worry about tommorow.</content>
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    <title>Distant</title>
    <published>2003-04-09T05:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-10T21:54:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel alone today.  It is in times like these that my thoughts turn to the people that are close to me - and the one thousand miles that separate us.</content>
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    <title>Movin' On Up</title>
    <published>2003-04-08T05:44:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-08T06:31:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few days ago I received a call from the leasing office of my apartment complex.  A memorable conversation... not because of their intent to convince me to renew my lease, but rather the manner in which they severely pissed me off.  This was followed by intense contemplation on how it may be possible for a company to stay in business with employees so utterly devoid of any clue to the concept of customer service and how it relates to what they do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pondering I came to the conclusion that it was a complete waste of my time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly turned in my 30-day notice the following day.  This puts me in the unenviable position of having to find a place to stay by May 4th.  It's not so bad though; this may be just the kick in the ass I needed to finally get a house.</content>
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    <title>Style</title>
    <published>2003-04-02T08:26:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-08T06:18:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been far too busy putting things off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to changing the layout of my journal, I'm rather pleased with it.  For those who view my journal directly bookmark &lt;a href="http://home.attbi.com/~red_fox/" target="_top"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, otherwise it will not display properly.  Feel free to post or e-mail comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks go to Renofox for his help with photoshop and to Timberwolf for web design tips.</content>
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    <title>Thoughts</title>
    <published>2003-03-10T06:29:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-02T08:01:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just finished watching the movie Brazil.  I was left wondering what kind of drugs would induce such film making.  I suppose it is better that I not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank wine before I watched the movie.  I drank some wine while I watched it.  I am drinking wine as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liquid permeated my mind.  My thoughts began to shift, my mind began to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel like shifting sands; I am able to see patterns in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I saw... a very beautiful pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep soon. I do not regret that I will forget these thoughts.  Only that there was no one I could share them with.</content>
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    <title>Picture Perfect</title>
    <published>2003-03-05T08:15:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-26T08:10:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A friend recently got a puppy, I met her just the other day.  She is a small mutt that looks like a ball of black fur.  She is the most shamelessly cute thing I've seen in my life.  Her name is Molly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in my (not-so) humble opinion such a name does not fit at all.  A creature that is so defiantly adorable deserves something... more dramatic.  I thought something along the lines of "The Furry Messenger of Death" would fit quite nicely.  It seems that most do not appreciate my taste in pet names (or rather, the lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering buying a digital camera now; I'd like to be able to post pictures here.  This will have to wait a few of weeks as I'm currently being sodomized by my credit card (figuratively speaking), courtesy of my car's repair bill.</content>
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