<?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-3232509</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:08.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAM: Random Access Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Where are we going to go today?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-1977144667805827778</id><published>2007-10-16T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:44:55.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARYIt's a day late, but Happy Anniversary to ObeeWife.Hard to believe it's been 2 years already.LOVE YOU!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/1977144667805827778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/1977144667805827778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1977144667805827778' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-1762976657798449452</id><published>2007-01-19T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:23:24.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THAT WAS FASTApparently there was some pretty strong finger crossing going on, because I start Monday, January 29th.BOINGY!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/1762976657798449452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/1762976657798449452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1762976657798449452' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-7127086997786043520</id><published>2007-01-18T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:16:42.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERE'S HOPINGOkay, a real update this time, instead of just some amusing videos.  (Not that there's anything wrong with amusing videos.)I'm actually feeling optimistic about the possibility of a new job very soon.  I've had 2 interviews with 2 different companies in under a week's time.  The first was last Friday, and the second was this morning.  I should be hearing about the one on Friday any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/7127086997786043520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/7127086997786043520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7127086997786043520' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-5674252219495753610</id><published>2007-01-16T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:33:11.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEHEHE HEHEHEHE HEHEHE HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!This just gets funnier every time I watch it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/5674252219495753610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/5674252219495753610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5674252219495753610' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-3673073528303975374</id><published>2007-01-10T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:43:06.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOO GOOD NOT TO PASS ON</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/3673073528303975374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/3673073528303975374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3673073528303975374' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-3649034710747318060</id><published>2007-01-09T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T10:34:55.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAME OBEEWIFE FOR THIS, AGAINLike I wouldn't do this one if I saw it! You scored as Anakin Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker: The Chosen One.Anakin Skywalker63%Darth Maul54%Luke Skywalker54%Darth Sidious54%Master Yoda50%Mace Windu50%Count Dooku46%Obi-Wan Kenobi46%Qui-Gon Jinn42%Darth Vader33%Random Jedi33%What Force User Are You?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/3649034710747318060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/3649034710747318060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3649034710747318060' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-4404667173528575687</id><published>2007-01-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:53:32.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!Welcome everyone to 2007.  Buckle your seatbelts.  It's (probably) gonna be a bumpy ride.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/4404667173528575687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/4404667173528575687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4404667173528575687' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-8311516912673185225</id><published>2006-12-30T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:33:47.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COURTESY OF OBEEWIFEI am:Frank HerbertHis style is often stilted, but he created what some consider the greatest SF novel of all time.Which science fiction writer are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/8311516912673185225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/8311516912673185225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8311516912673185225' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-7039658489475106045</id><published>2006-12-22T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:41:59.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING, BAD JOKE AHEADInspired by being out to dinner with ObeeWife the other night.  Warning, also slightly distasteful.How can you tell the Rabbi you're dining with has just performed a bris?He'll leave the tip.(Editor's note: Hey, you were warned.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/7039658489475106045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/7039658489475106045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7039658489475106045' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-116541023410261327</id><published>2006-12-06T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:05:05.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PROMISED POSTSince I just promised, in the comments below, that I would do an update, here's a quick one.....Your Vocabulary Score: ACongratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!You must be quite an erudite person.How's Your Vocabulary?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/116541023410261327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/116541023410261327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116541023410261327' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115785689285169546</id><published>2006-09-09T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:14:11.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAT FIGHT!!Thanks to Q, there's a new website to check out.  Kitten War!  I have submitted my Tigerlily.  Once she's up there, I'll provide a link to her specific spot.Okay, the kitten is on the site now.  Head HERE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115785689285169546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115785689285169546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115785689285169546' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115713894943011182</id><published>2006-09-01T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:05:56.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUCH ADO ABOUT A NUBBINWell, as of 12:05am this morning, I am an uncle again.  My younger sister gave birth to a little girl.  7lbs, 11oz.  19 inches.  Gianna Denise.And very cute.  I'll try and get a picture up in the next day or so.Editor's Note: Here's the picture.Editor's Note #2: Here's the "mugshot" from the hospital.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115713894943011182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115713894943011182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115713894943011182' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115643033295250017</id><published>2006-08-24T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:38:52.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOES ANYBODY UNDERSTAND THIS?My wife came home with 3 new pets yesterday.  She got herself replacement hermit crabs for the ones that had kicked off a few months ago.  Can someone, other than my wife, please try and explain the appeal of hermit crabs?  I just don't get it.  They're like giant bugs.  They're creepy and crawly and nasty and weird.  I just don't get what's so great about them.  Has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115643033295250017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115643033295250017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115643033295250017' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115564890794322176</id><published>2006-08-15T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:35:07.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAD CARMAI must say, out condo complex is not a good place for car windows.  ObeeRoommate had his passenger window broken awhile ago, my windshield was cracked from something being dropped on in back on October 14th, and now a friend of mine and ObeeWife's rear window broke the other day.  The hydralics for his window hatch strut stuck open, so when he went to close the window, the strut did not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115564890794322176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115564890794322176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115564890794322176' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115508330569166471</id><published>2006-08-08T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:28:25.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERE'S HOPINGCross your fingers, hold your breath, do whatever it is you do when wishing someone luck.  I've got a good lead on possibly getting employment with some place other then the hell hole I'm currently in.  I'll know for sure in a couple of weeks.  Assuming yes, you'll be able to see me jumping for joy from Cleveland.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115508330569166471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115508330569166471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115508330569166471' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115508196423065130</id><published>2006-08-08T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:06:13.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T MAKE THEM ASK TWICEHave you given blood recently?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115508196423065130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115508196423065130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115508196423065130' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115483391369357003</id><published>2006-08-05T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:11:53.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW!! FOR ZOMBIES ON A DIET!I Can't Believe It's Not Brains.Looks and tastes just like the real thing, but with half the calories!Now in convenient "Cheerleader" packaging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115483391369357003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115483391369357003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115483391369357003' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115474020498565638</id><published>2006-08-04T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:10:55.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VERY COOL NEWS!Nope, no new job for me yet.  But about the second coolest thing that can happen.  After about a year, year and a half of pushing, ObeeWife finally got her (well-deserved) promotion at work!!YAAAY!!! She gives a bit more info in her LJ, so go check there too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115474020498565638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115474020498565638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115474020498565638' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115351413280790462</id><published>2006-07-21T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:36:44.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORD OF THE DAYWord for the day: frugivorousAccording to this article it means "fruit loving".  I just think it's a rather nifty word.Hell, perfect for something that hasn't been done in forever around here.... Word Association!FRUGIVOROUSYou know what to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115351413280790462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115351413280790462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115351413280790462' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115294162247376825</id><published>2006-07-15T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:33:42.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUN STUFFGo here.  You will never look at some music the same way again, I promise.And when you're done with the above link, you can head here for more information.Have fun!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115294162247376825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115294162247376825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115294162247376825' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115144967914891081</id><published>2006-06-27T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:07:59.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING, SEVERE GROANING AHEAD!From ObeeRoommate, by way of ObeeWife:Camden, NJ: Viewers of the hit ABC reality show "The Bachelorette" will once again watch as a young woman decides which of twenty-five eligible men she would like to choose as a potential partner.  This season's installment will feature Jennifer Corey, a 26-year old paralegal from Camden, NJ.  Corey's main claim to fame is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115144967914891081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115144967914891081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115144967914891081' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115021851244015582</id><published>2006-06-13T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:08:32.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MY WIFE!Got my birthday present from my wife yesterday.  Now, my birthday isn't until this coming Sunday, the 18th, but we're going to be out of town with my family on a week vacation.My birthday present from my wife was her taking the day off of work and treating me to the traveling Star Wars exhibit they have at the COSI science museum here in Columbus.  As soon as I heard this was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115021851244015582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115021851244015582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021851244015582' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-115021787020949102</id><published>2006-06-13T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:58:40.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INTERESTING WEEKENDHas a fairly interesting weekend.  Went to a wedding on Friday.  Definately one of the more unique wedding I've ever been to.  A couple of friends of ours are members of the SCA.  So their wedding was on Friday.  It was kind of a combination between an old Renaissance style wedding and a modern day civil service.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  But very nice none-the-less.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115021787020949102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/115021787020949102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021787020949102' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114960224286604530</id><published>2006-06-06T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:57:22.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WADDA YA WANT?!Re-reading a great book, Wishing Season by Esther Friesner.  It concerns genies and wishing and the comic hijinks that ensue.(Also happens to contain one of my personal favorite passages.  A genie has just come out of a giant gemstone: Ugly. Such a small word, yet in ordinary circumstances more than enough to describe sites not pleasant to the eye. Yet in this case, ugly was far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114960224286604530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114960224286604530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114960224286604530' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114959816125361495</id><published>2006-06-06T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:49:21.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S THE END OF THE WORLDWell, here it is 6/6/06.  Supposed day of the (possible) apocalypse.  But I don't think it's going to happen.  Because today is already tomorrow, thanks to that international date line thingy.  So if today is already tomorrow, then that means that today is actually yesterday.  So if today is really tomorrow and yesterday, then it's not really today, and the world can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114959816125361495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114959816125361495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114959816125361495' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114727113352084257</id><published>2006-05-10T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:25:33.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOTTA LOVE THE AMERICAN SPIRITThe joy of American capitalism is alive and well, and living on ebay.  At the same time, it also fulfills that famous quotation "There's a sucker born every minute."Head over to ebay and check this out.  Enjoy the power of a good ghost story and people with more money than common sense.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114727113352084257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114727113352084257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114727113352084257' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114687134185185960</id><published>2006-05-05T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:23:19.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN NEED OF A LAUGHWith the results of today's disappointing news (see below), I'm in need of a laugh.And because Cthulhu is cool, and Spongebob is REALLY annoying, I direct your attention here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114687134185185960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114687134185185960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114687134185185960' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114685065908585021</id><published>2006-05-05T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:37:46.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOODY HELL!Got got in touch with the place that I had my interview with a couple of weeks ago.  They haven't made a decision yet.  It'll probably be mid-May.FUCK!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114685065908585021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114685065908585021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685065908585021' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114675145415838688</id><published>2006-05-04T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:04:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLIDAY!I'd like to wish everyone a Happy Star Wars Day.In other words, May the Fourth be with you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114675145415838688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114675145415838688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114675145415838688' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114627990691266876</id><published>2006-04-28T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:05:06.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THAT'S GONNA COST MEMy roommate had mentioned that he had been listening to the soundtrack from "Avenue Q" and we were discussing some of the characters, one of whom is apparently named "Lucy the Slut."  We were talking about how one of the other characters might occasionally.... entertain with her.  ObeeWife says something along the lines of "And he might even pay for it."  I come over to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114627990691266876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114627990691266876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114627990691266876' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114568438478680206</id><published>2006-04-22T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:39:44.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TWO WEEKS OF PINS AND NEEDLESI going to be spending a lot of the next two weeks with that "pins and needles" feeling.  This past Wednesday I had a job interview at the place ObeeWife works.  I'd be in a totally different department.This is something I'm really hoping I get.  At the minimum, it pays $2.00 more an hour.  It'll also be something totally different than anything I've done before, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114568438478680206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114568438478680206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114568438478680206' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114493672395341172</id><published>2006-04-13T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:58:43.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMETHING USEFUL TO DO WITH THESE THINGSIn the spirit of the last post (somewhat), we now present something fun and entertaining:Peep Jousting!!Of course, to make it more like real jousting, I think we should attach little shields to them also.  Maybe give those plastic drink swords too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114493672395341172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114493672395341172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493672395341172' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114438287593289339</id><published>2006-04-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:07:55.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YO YO YO!!With this upcoming Easter season, I'd just like to send a shout-out to all the multitude of marshmallow chicks and bunnies.  Or, in other words.....Props to my Peeps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114438287593289339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114438287593289339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114438287593289339' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114350130078879448</id><published>2006-03-27T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:15:00.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KITTIES IS PILLOWS!When I saw this, I just had to take a picture of it.  The one she is laying against is our 17 pound tub-o-lard, Benny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114350130078879448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114350130078879448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114350130078879448' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114245640290518298</id><published>2006-03-15T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:00:02.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FELIZ DIA DE SANTO PATRICK!(aka Happy St. Patrick's Day!)Was watching TV with ObeeWife and ObeeRoommate the other day.  A commercial comes for Corona Beer, with a bottle sitting on a table with a lime wedge sitting in the opening.  Standard Corona commercial.  A hand reaches over, removes the lime wedge, and places a lime cut into the shape of a shamrock.  And then "Happy St. Patrick's Day!" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114245640290518298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114245640290518298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114245640290518298' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-114009685321270505</id><published>2006-02-16T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:37:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAY 'ELLO TO MA LEETLE FRIENDObeeKitten now has a name.Say hello to......................Tigerlily.(Or Tiger for short.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114009685321270505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/114009685321270505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009685321270505' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113993747833654812</id><published>2006-02-14T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:36:12.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEHOLD, THE POWER OF CUTEAs promised, a picture of the ObeeKitten. Unfortunately, the picture I have for her face is kind of washed out. This picture is probably the best.(Editor's Note: We'll see if we can edit the picture later to focus a bit more on the kitten.)And here we have another picture.(Editor's Note: And thanks to our resident Photoshop Minor Diety for removing the "demon kitty" eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113993747833654812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113993747833654812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113993747833654812' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113977803636394552</id><published>2006-02-12T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:08:38.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAME! THAT! KITTEN!Well, The Wife was at her folks' home over the weekend.  They have a barn.  And in having a barn, they have barn kittens.  One of whom The Wife has decided decided she wants to adopt.  I finally agreed, with one of the conditions being that I get to name said kitten.  The current feline residents of the house are Benny, Mitch!, and Stacy.And now I need to figure out a name.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113977803636394552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113977803636394552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113977803636394552' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113961918427206794</id><published>2006-02-10T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:53:04.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HARI-KARI HAREAs I was driving home from work and dinner with da wife tonight, I see a rabbit that looked like it was trying to tempt fate.  Either that, or it a was a frat-boy bunny on an initiation stunt.The bonzai bunny runs between the front and rear wheels of the car right in front of me, and then runs right between the front and rear wheels of an SUV going the other direction.  Keep in mind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113961918427206794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113961918427206794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113961918427206794' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113940787246431643</id><published>2006-02-08T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:12:58.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOINING THIS CRAZY LITTLE WORLDSo, apparently the wife has decided to start up with this funky little online activity of recording your thoughts and feelings for a bunch of friends, family, strangers and other weirdos.However, she has decided to go with LiveJournal, rather than a regular blog.  Dunno why.  Link over thataway:&lt;---------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113940787246431643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113940787246431643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940787246431643' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113924088308712289</id><published>2006-02-06T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:35:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SUPER BOWLDidn't watch it last night. Don't really care. But we all know what the best past of the Super Bowl is, don't we?The commercials.Which, thanks to the miracles of modern technology, can all be found here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113924088308712289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113924088308712289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924088308712289' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113872174372784714</id><published>2006-01-31T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:35:43.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERE WE GO AGAINAnyone who spends, or has spent, some time around me knows how much I absolutely love and adore my nephews and niece.  Well, I get to be an uncle, yet again.This time, it's going to be my younger sister.  She was just married at the beginning of this past July.  She's due around the end of August, beginning of September.  So we'll have Uncle Chris yet again.And for those wondering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113872174372784714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113872174372784714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872174372784714' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113770179323162505</id><published>2006-01-19T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:16:33.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PHRASE OF THE DAYToday's phrase is....Reading ComprehensionKnow it.  Love it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113770179323162505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113770179323162505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113770179323162505' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113770173814104650</id><published>2006-01-19T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:15:38.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELPFUL HINTHere's a helpful hint if you're ever dealing with any sort of computer problem.  If it produces any sort of error, and you're calling into tech support, make sure you have the exact error message.  Please don't tell them "It says something sort of like...."  Tell them exactly what it's saying.  It will make it soooo much easier for them to tell you what's wrong, and will make them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113770173814104650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113770173814104650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113770173814104650' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113648569500982013</id><published>2006-01-05T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:33:05.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARWell, here it is, 2006, and I have to say, I'm kind of disappointed. No personal jetpacks, no flying cars, nobody living on the moon.On the other hand, anybody make any New Year's resolutions? I don't, not really a big resolutions person, but I'm curious about other people. So if you've got one, share, please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113648569500982013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113648569500982013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113648569500982013' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113467550789456484</id><published>2005-12-15T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:38:27.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A BIT LATEThis is a bit late, and I apologize, but to Coach Yoda, when she sees this:Happy Spawning to youHappy Spawning to youHappy SpawningHappy SpawningHappy Spawning to you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113467550789456484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113467550789456484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113467550789456484' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113242194719988419</id><published>2005-11-19T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:39:50.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUTLAW BIKERS, BABY!!!What's your Outlaw Biker name?I'm Krazy Chris of the Satan's Barbers MC.As the song says, "Shave and your soul, two bits."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113242194719988419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113242194719988419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113242194719988419' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-113025568489307872</id><published>2005-10-25T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:54:44.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK AGAINBack home from the wedding and honeymoon.  Had wonderful time at both.Details coming in the near future, just not sure when yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113025568489307872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/113025568489307872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113025568489307872' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-112819712578319492</id><published>2005-10-01T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T16:05:25.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORD ASSOCIATIONHaven't done this for awhile (cause, hey, I haven't updated in for-bloody-ever) but let's get started again.  Word association!  And the word is...DRAGON</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112819712578319492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112819712578319492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112819712578319492' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-112816987225319722</id><published>2005-10-01T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:31:50.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUICK QUESTIONAnybody know the equivelant of the Vulcan Neck Pinch that can be used on cats?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112816987225319722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112816987225319722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112816987225319722' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-112627556459523722</id><published>2005-09-09T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:19:24.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALIVE!!!After a (not-so-brief) hiatus, I'm back.  (I'm sure all three of you are gasping in amazement.)A more in-depth update will come about soon (within a week, I promise), but, despite rumors to the contrary, I'm still alive and kicking.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112627556459523722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/112627556459523722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627556459523722' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-110014129092727972</id><published>2004-11-10T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:48:10.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAKE THAT!The next time somebody claims I have too much time on my hands, I direct your attention here.It beats me hands down.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/110014129092727972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/110014129092727972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014129092727972' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109998857583956079</id><published>2004-11-09T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:23:38.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THEY'RE BACK!!!Some of you may remember a post of mine from about this time last year, about a certain new holiday..... concoction.Well, guess what? They're back!May I have big EWWWWWWW!!! please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109998857583956079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109998857583956079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109998857583956079' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109937862512063020</id><published>2004-11-02T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T02:01:16.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A CHALLENGEI know there are a few of you out there who have thought about writing a novel.  So I have a challenge for you.  National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short.  The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel by the end of the day (Midnight) November 30th.  Head here for details.  I'm going to do this.  To quote from Robin Hood: Men in Tights "Are you with me?  Yea or Nay!?!"I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109937862512063020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109937862512063020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109937862512063020' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109937796991819136</id><published>2004-11-02T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T01:46:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SURPRISINGSmall children have a way of surprising the heck out of you, sometimes.  Like today, for example.  Ethan really caught me off guard.I'm over at my sister's (ObeeSis?) place about once a week, watching the boys while she does some running around.  I'm there for a couple hours, and then go to work from there.  As those of you who have spent any significant time around small children </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109937796991819136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109937796991819136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109937796991819136' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109901849775502841</id><published>2004-10-28T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:54:57.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOBBLEWOBBLEWOBBLEWeebles are fun.  I'm sure you all remember Weebles.  They used to be these little white, egg-shaped things with generically drawn faces on them.  Well, they're back, and better than ever.  They're no longer white, egg-shaped things.  Now they're molded plastic, with arms and faces and stuff.  They've even made vehicles and playsets for them.The nubbins love them.  They've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109901849775502841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109901849775502841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109901849775502841' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109885056237688604</id><published>2004-10-27T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:18:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a picture of Sydney from Labor Day weekend. Ain't she cute?She's getting big too.  My sister took her for her 2 month check up the other day.  She's up to 11lbs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109885056237688604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109885056237688604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109885056237688604' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109877715092152391</id><published>2004-10-26T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T03:52:30.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A REVELATIONI've lived in my apartment, on my own, for 4 years now.  Just me, myself and I. Until recently, the past several weeks at the minimum, if not longer, that's been fine. But lately I've been feeling kind of weird in my apartment, and I finally figured out what it is.  When I am the only person in the apartment, when I'm by myself, it feels empty.  It's lonely in there.I've only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109877715092152391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109877715092152391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109877715092152391' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109834628049632629</id><published>2004-10-21T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T04:11:30.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT!!!I found the perfect Halloween costume. Not for me. For my fiance. Go check it outhere.Heeeeeeeeehehehehehehehe!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109834628049632629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109834628049632629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109834628049632629' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109806099206682448</id><published>2004-10-17T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:56:32.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIG MEANIEMy fiance was being rather mean to me on Saturday.  She bought her wedding dress and won't let me see it.  She carried this big, white bag inside the house and wouldn't let me look inside.  She basically kept taunting me.Well, all I have to say to her is::PThhhhhhhhhhhhhpppppppppppppppttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109806099206682448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109806099206682448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806099206682448' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109781795570900004</id><published>2004-10-15T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T01:25:55.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU KNOW YOU'RE GROWING OLDER WHEN...You know you're growing older when you start reading for pleasure that which you ignored, avoided, or were otherwise forced to read when you were in school.I've had a copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass laying around for ages.  I'm not even quite sure why.  So, looking for something to read, I started in on it.Plus I'm feeling the pull of Willy again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109781795570900004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109781795570900004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781795570900004' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109774103485686159</id><published>2004-10-14T02:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T04:03:54.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSEMy sister has asked me to be Sydney's godfather.  Of course, I said yes.I'm working on the accent now. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109774103485686159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109774103485686159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109774103485686159' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109694298479644406</id><published>2004-10-05T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T02:05:07.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JUST A MOMENTHad a "Wooah" moment over the weekend. Everybody has them I think. It's the moment of realization where the theoretical meets the physical; where what was only a thought becomes reality. It's the difference between knowing you only need a point to win, and actually winning, between thinking "I'm going to be an uncle/aunt" and actually holding your niece or nephew, between thinking "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109694298479644406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109694298479644406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109694298479644406' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109695602637786213</id><published>2004-10-05T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T03:28:31.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GEEK OF THE RINGSWas watching Return of the King with my better half over the weekend.Naturally, being the smart alek that I am, comments slip out of my mouth.At the point were Gandolf and Pippin ride over the stream, and Gandolf says they've just entered the realm of Gondor, I go "It's the GPS. Gandolf Postioning System."When Aragorn is trying to convince the ghosts to come and fight for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109695602637786213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109695602637786213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109695602637786213' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109601240436429333</id><published>2004-09-24T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T03:53:24.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO DAMN!!!Those of you who read Q's or Coach Yoda's blog may have already seen this.  For those who don't, or haven't....The fencing community lost a great member this past weekend.  Ray Bautista, a fencing coach from Dayton, died from a stroke.  He was 45. I, unfortunately, did not have a lot of contact with him, and I wish I'd had more.  In a sport where the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109601240436429333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109601240436429333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109601240436429333' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109513170134037091</id><published>2004-09-13T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:15:42.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTE TO SELF........Become audience member of Oprah's show.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109513170134037091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109513170134037091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109513170134037091' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109401417505485280</id><published>2004-09-01T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:49:35.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCH!!!That's gotta hurt.I saw the score for the Tribe/Yankees game tonight.Cleveland won.22-0.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109401417505485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109401417505485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109401417505485280' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109209596936811622</id><published>2004-08-09T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:59:29.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOINGY BOINGY BOINGY!!8-9-0412:26 pm.6 lbs, 2 oz.19" long.Sydney Denise.That's my beautiful new niece!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109209596936811622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109209596936811622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109209596936811622' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109202968435054624</id><published>2004-08-09T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:34:44.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE HAVE A DATEI thought that it had been mentioned somewhere on here, but I guess not. For those who are wondering, yes, we've set a date for the wedding: October 15, 2005.Are you happy Coach Yoda?  Actual news. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109202968435054624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109202968435054624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109202968435054624' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109202203641216039</id><published>2004-08-08T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:27:16.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THOUGHTIf Who is on first, how did he let the dogs out?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109202203641216039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109202203641216039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109202203641216039' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-109114909684240318</id><published>2004-07-29T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:59:48.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS FLASH.... Apparently the 100 Acre Woods isn't. A new study by a government land survey team has determined that the 100 Acre Woods is actually only 89.85 acres. When asked for comment, local resident Mr. W. T. Pooh would only say, "Oh, bother." While it is still being determined how the mistake came about, it pays to keep in mind that the chief occupant of the so-called "100 Acre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109114909684240318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/109114909684240318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109114909684240318' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108994174403305710</id><published>2004-07-15T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:38:04.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEWHERE OUT THERE.... ...Is a psychologist with a sick sense of humor. From the site The Phobia List comes this:   Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - Fear of long words.          I checked.  There is no fear of irony. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108994174403305710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108994174403305710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108994174403305710' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108788720043973102</id><published>2004-06-22T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T03:04:47.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW IT HAPPENEDSince my big announcement last week, I imagine there are a few people wondering exactly how I did it.As a number of you know, our nicknames happen to be Pinky and The Brain.  So, naturally, I had to incorporate that.  I drew this picture, framed it, wrapped it up, and had it sitting on my bed.  I had a little card sitting in front of it.  My other half sees it sitting there,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108788720043973102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108788720043973102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788720043973102' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108700384638925902</id><published>2004-06-11T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:59:42.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE...NEWSI have something to report.  I no longer have a girlfriend.  Yes, I imagine a few of you are sitting there with a stunned expression on your face, but, well, things happen.  I know, it seemed like things were going well between us, and they were.  But times and people change.As for my ex-girlfriend, I wish her well.And, even though I just lost my girlfriend, I now have a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108700384638925902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108700384638925902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108700384638925902' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108633538782111798</id><published>2004-06-04T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T03:49:47.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVIE FUNI was watching Sleepy Hollow earlier today, and had a fun little idea.Imagine switching around the different characters played by an actor in different movies.  IE: we switch the character Johnny Depp plays in Sleepy Hollow with the character he plays in Pirates of the Carribean.  Everything else is the same, plot, settings, etc.  Just a new character, played by the same actor.So we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108633538782111798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108633538782111798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633538782111798' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108594543706845760</id><published>2004-05-30T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T14:35:37.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JESUS, A MEXICAN WRESTLER, AND A LESBIAN WALK INTO A CANADIAN BAR...It's amazing the extremes you can get in 24 hours (and no, I'm not refering to Ohio weather).Thursday, I saw a great movie, Shrek 2.  On Friday, I saw Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter.Most people know that I find Scooby Doo to be the worst movie I've seen, followed closely by Dungeons &amp; Dragons.  JC,VH is right up there with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108594543706845760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108594543706845760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594543706845760' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108571340542446331</id><published>2004-05-27T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:03:25.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOKING FOR MR. RIGHT IN ALL THE WRONG PLACESWent and saw Shrek 2 this afternoon.  Great movie.  If you liked (or loved) the first movie, you'll definately like (or love) this one.  It's one of the rare sequals that is actually as good as the first.I won't say too much about it, so that I don't ruin it for people, but I highly, highly recommend you go see it, if you haven't already.  It's one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108571340542446331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108571340542446331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571340542446331' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108484346975552921</id><published>2004-05-17T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:24:29.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T ASKI thought of a great name for a punk band: Amish Roadrage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108484346975552921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108484346975552921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484346975552921' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108292908968421516</id><published>2004-04-25T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T17:41:11.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PLAY BALL!Got to see my first Tribe game of the season on Thursday.  "Tribe" is the Cleveland Indians, for all you non-Ohioans out there.  I got a pair of free tickets through work.  Every year, the company buys a number of Indians tickets, and then raffle them off throughout the season.  (The raffle is: we put our name in the drawing.  That's it.  Don't even have to put in any money.)  So I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108292908968421516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108292908968421516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292908968421516' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108183599954278117</id><published>2004-04-13T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T02:02:48.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ODD RANDOM THOUGHTWhen going on an Easter egg hunt, what's the best weapon to hunt them with?  How dangerous are they that we need to hunt them, anyways?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108183599954278117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108183599954278117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108183599954278117' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108183536811824171</id><published>2004-04-13T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:52:21.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T ASKI suddenly have an intense urge to start a web comic about cavemen with the names of Ugh-Ugh, Thunk, Droog, and Ooogie.Don't ask why, or where it came from.  I have no idea.  It just kinda popped out of nowhere.Hey, I don't question where you get your ideas from.Update, 4-15.I've decided, if/when I get fish, this is what I'm calling them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108183536811824171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108183536811824171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108183536811824171' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108027192667837719</id><published>2004-03-25T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:56:46.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAVE FUN!Despite penguins being one of my favorite animals, or maybe because of that, I found this to be disburbingly amusing.And kind of addictive.(So far, my best if 452.69.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108027192667837719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108027192667837719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027192667837719' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-108010265019765864</id><published>2004-03-23T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:38:13.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AM I GETTING OLD?For the most part, if I'm not listening to a CD when driving in my car, I'm usually listening to the local NPR station.I find it slightly disturbing that I actually get all of the jokes in today's Get Fuzzy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108010265019765864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/108010265019765864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010265019765864' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107908414525173720</id><published>2004-03-12T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T04:38:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW, JUST WOW!!Meant to do this earlier in the week, but couldn't get around to it.Had a good time this past weekend.  A bunch of things happened.Big thing from this past weekend first.  It was mine and my girlfriend's one year anniversary.  Yup, we've been dating for one year already.  A little hard to believe, isn't it.  Seems like much shorter, but also much longer too.  Not that I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107908414525173720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107908414525173720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908414525173720' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107819338153543012</id><published>2004-03-01T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:12:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAY THAT AGAIN?Something we haven't done around here for some time now.  I think you all know what to do.Our word is:FRAME</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107819338153543012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107819338153543012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819338153543012' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107810812990133343</id><published>2004-02-29T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:32:06.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN EVIL IDEAI was over at my sister's house the other day, helping with the boys for a little while.  And they were watching Sesame Street.You all remember a couple of years ago, when the big thing going on was "Are Bert and Ernie gay?  Are Bert and Ernie gay?  Is Sesame Street showing alternative lifestyles?  Are they gay?"  (No, they're just good friends.)So I'm helping my sister fold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107810812990133343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107810812990133343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810812990133343' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107727022969932589</id><published>2004-02-20T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T04:45:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND ONCE MORERemember last year about this time, when I said I didn't want to go through a particular experience again, for a long time?  Well, a year is *not* a long time.On Wednesday morning, the mother of my best friend Dan passed away, somewhat unexpectedly.  Having known Dan for nearly all my life (since we were 3 years old), his mother became, in a number of ways, like a second mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107727022969932589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107727022969932589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727022969932589' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107665364880032773</id><published>2004-02-13T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T02:09:14.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT AGAIN?The company I work for is called nabn, which stands for North American Benefits Network.  Keep that in mind, as the second word is relevant to the rest of this post.We recently had somebody come back to work with us, one of our girls from customer service.  They were in either the National Guard, or the Reserves, I can't remember which. (It's not somebody I normally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107665364880032773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107665364880032773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665364880032773' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107604548469928467</id><published>2004-02-06T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T01:07:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S OKAY, I'LL JUST WAITYes, it's fine.  I'll just wait right here while you recover from the shock of fainting that I've actually got a new post here on the blog.  Not a problem.  I'm not going anywhere for a little while.All better now?Good.Yes, I know, it's been a bit.  Not yet over a month though.  That's been my longest, so far.  And no, I'm not going to try and post once a day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107604548469928467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107604548469928467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604548469928467' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107354773594198031</id><published>2004-01-08T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T02:43:29.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S UPI promised an image of the print that Dad got me and my sisters for Christmas.  Go here and check it out.It's also a great example of the type of work Dad's company does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107354773594198031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107354773594198031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354773594198031' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107337425533402723</id><published>2004-01-06T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T02:32:06.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!Yeah, I know, I'm a couple of days late with that.  Deal with it.I hope that everyone had a good New Year's Eve/Day.  I was down in Columbus for the weekend.  Unfortunately, I had to work New Year's Eve, but not as late as I normally do.  So I left work early, and headed down south.  I told Aerri I would try and make it by midnight, but I couldn't promise it.  So at 11:59 and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107337425533402723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107337425533402723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107337425533402723' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107334986805159741</id><published>2004-01-05T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:45:39.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO, WHO ARE YOU??Take the quiz, find out which LOTR character you are.  Let me know.Congratulations! You're Merry! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107334986805159741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107334986805159741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334986805159741' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107266585747635276</id><published>2003-12-28T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:48:05.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE AND BACK AGAINNo, I haven't seen Return of the King yet.  I'm going Monday morning.  But the original title for the post was just "Back Again".I'm back. (And front and sideways.  And a top and a bottom.)  Enjoyed (mostly) a few days off.Christmas Eve was spent with my family.  Had a really nice time.  From my nephews, I got pictures of them.  From my sister and bro-in-law, got The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107266585747635276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107266585747635276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266585747635276' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107206477888956108</id><published>2003-12-21T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T22:47:15.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ODD RANDOM THOUGHTIf an actor breaks their tailbone while filming a movie, could the director then say they literally busted their ass to get the movie done?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107206477888956108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107206477888956108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206477888956108' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107172952993562526</id><published>2003-12-18T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:31:44.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY??  WWWHHHHHYYYYYY??Wasn't once enough?Haven't they done enough damage?Why must they torture us this way?What have we ever done to them?Does their evil know no boundaries??They're producing Scooby Doo 2.NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107172952993562526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107172952993562526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107172952993562526' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107164796858436856</id><published>2003-12-17T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T03:23:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDOM HOLIDAY THOUGHTWas the little drummer boy out and about because his mother was sick of him practicing his ba-rump-a-bump-bump in the house all day?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107164796858436856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107164796858436856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164796858436856' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107120890667417101</id><published>2003-12-12T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:05:59.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MINOR ANNOYANCESI've had a Waldenbooks Preferred Reader card for a number of years now.  I first got it sometime back in high school as a birthday present, and it's been renewed for me every year since.  I love this card.  10% off pretty much anything in the store, plus for every 100 points, you get a free $5 gift certificate ($1=1 point).  Needless to say, (though I'm saying it anyways) I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107120890667417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107120890667417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120890667417101' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107103297952355891</id><published>2003-12-10T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T00:11:14.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERCY!Just saw this over on Yahoo News.At least it might give out of work Elvis impersonators something to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107103297952355891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107103297952355891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103297952355891' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107103222484783717</id><published>2003-12-09T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:57:50.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REPEAT REQUESTStill looking for those trained monkeys.They've got to be available somewhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107103222484783717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107103222484783717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103222484783717' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232509.post-107095739543379762</id><published>2003-12-09T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T03:10:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THEY FIGURED IT OUTHappened to see this.  It's a breakdown on what it would cost if you were to actually buy all the gifts from the song The Twelve Days of Christmas. Kind of interesting.No dear, don't even think about asking, you're not getting anything from here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107095739543379762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232509/posts/default/107095739543379762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obeekris.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095739543379762' title=''/><author><name>Obee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096907819828633889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
