<?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-5004918</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:57:45.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><subtitle type='html'>My Rantings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004918.post-110849554867912931</id><published>2005-02-15T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:25:48.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the "request" of someone, I'm giving livejournal a try.http://www.livejournal.com/users/kpjam/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110849554867912931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110849554867912931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110849554867912931' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110727630079922881</id><published>2005-02-01T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:45:34.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scared. I don't think I've been fearful for my safety in quite a while....A friend sent got in touch with me yesterday. She asked if I could come over and have a cup of coffee and stay the night. Provide her some protection from her boyfriend she's trying to get out of her life.So I'm waiting in the car as she drops off my bag. She comes back down on her cell phone. She then says a minute and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110727630079922881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110727630079922881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110727630079922881' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110502921674085984</id><published>2005-01-06T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:33:36.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friend:  I need to bring you your Christmas Present.Me: Okay.Friend:  Did I tell you about it.Me:  Yes.  Red Starbucks mug.  I was with you when you stole it.Friend:  Oh.  *giggle*  Right.  Well doesn't it mean more to you that I stole it.Me:  No. Friend:  Well think about it.  You'll see it has more value.Me:  No.  You're warped is all.Friend:  NO.  Just think about it.People are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110502921674085984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110502921674085984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110502921674085984' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110485856837587857</id><published>2005-01-04T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:09:28.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warcrack has consumed my soul.I've played for a while.  And while the game occasionally drags.  I get in situations where all the quests I have are a bit too difficult, or mundane(kill, kill, kill), the game is surprisingly great.I have caught Rez and the others with my main character.  A side note, rez has two charcters at around the same level, but oh well.  The fun part about being at, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110485856837587857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110485856837587857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110485856837587857' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110373455377672527</id><published>2004-12-22T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:55:53.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warcrack!I've tried online games before: shooters, cards, RTS, and RPG.   The final word in online gaming belongs to Blizzard.Seriously. They've turned in a  professional and thoroughly, enjoyable performance.I've encounterd no bugs, and only heard of a few.  Let me say, I haven't explored to the extent others have, but I've logged some time. I can quip, or gripe about some playbalancing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110373455377672527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110373455377672527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110373455377672527' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110176270843636983</id><published>2004-11-29T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:11:48.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bastard:REZ:BASTARD:REZSo out of curiousity from a short conversation last week I purchased SIM2....My weekend was shot.  Except for forced removal to eat, sleep, and buy cat-food.There are some weeknesses, some major weeknesses.  I think it's kind of strange having someone's high-school sweetheart turn out to be the high-school sweetheart of their grandfather.... but oh well.  Also, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110176270843636983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110176270843636983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110176270843636983' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110114720724164277</id><published>2004-11-22T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:13:27.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone sent me this... I likes.Fuck the South. Fuck 'em. We should have let them go when they wanted to leave. But no, we had to kill half a million people so they'd stay part of our special Union. Fighting for the right to keep slaves - yeah, those are states we want to keep.And now what do we get? We're the fucking Arrogant Northeast Liberal Elite? How about this for arrogant: the South </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110114720724164277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110114720724164277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110114720724164277' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110082785873943264</id><published>2004-11-18T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:30:58.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 US citizen for sale.  I come relatively cheap and can perform some services.Actually, I generally find the political atmosphere more and more depressing.  The whiny democrats or the obonoxious stupid republicans.  Of which party I am a card carrying member.And yes, stupid.  If you voted for Bush, god have mercy on your soul.  The US's actions since the invasion of Afganistan have been that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110082785873943264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110082785873943264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110082785873943264' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110071401633386296</id><published>2004-11-17T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:53:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I trudged through the rain for a new PS2.   I had to go to 8 stores to find one.  Number 8, Toys R Us, was the last stop.  I was sick, and probably would have freaked out being sick all weekend with a working console, so that turned out well.The apparent reason that all the stores are sold out is that Sony has redesigned the console and had completed shipping to a large quantity of stores.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110071401633386296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110071401633386296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110071401633386296' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-110027305118458758</id><published>2004-11-12T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:24:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Playstation died.  Well, it didn't die, it just won't read discs.  So it's effectively dead cause it's sooo useful to have a PS2 that can delete game saves....Anyway, I'm feeling sick today, and so, I shall move my tail to finish work and go buy a new ps2 so I can do something while laying on my couch feeling miserable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110027305118458758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/110027305118458758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110027305118458758' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109570266618220520</id><published>2004-09-20T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T13:51:06.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ability of the human mind to delude oneself is incredible.   The crushing blow to your psyche once that delusion is revealed, no matter how benign, is crippling.I was always hoping that my office might decide to remove the shackles of partisian politics and enter in a more enlightened stage of being 'profitable' and 'competative.'  Oh, my poor foolish dreams.On another front.  I had plans</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109570266618220520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109570266618220520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109570266618220520' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109508953795523138</id><published>2004-09-13T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:32:17.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got over a case of hives.  It has a medical name, but I forgot.  It is a horrible thing to eperience on so many levels.  Let me tell you.1)  I associate it as a childrens malady, so I feel stupid for that.2)  The actual bumps and random redness all over is embarassing.  I'm generally not so vain, but...3)  While it doesn't directly affect your mental health -  I found the contant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109508953795523138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109508953795523138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109508953795523138' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109418634422785567</id><published>2004-09-03T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:39:04.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is so much in this wacked out world that is less than satisfactory.Less see.1)  I had dinner with my two best friends for one of their birthdays.  They're married, so that's a very cool thing.2) There were other people there.  People I generally enjoy, or at least I thought.3)  while not explicit, I could have had dinner, and maybe sex with my ex.  The sex is a good thing.  The dealing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109418634422785567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109418634422785567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109418634422785567' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109391843644193897</id><published>2004-08-30T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:13:56.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won't mention all the particulars of the evening I spent with one of my ex's.  I will point out the highlight.  Although, to a degree they can be hurtful.1)  She mentioned that there are no girls that can have interesting conversations that aren't f*cked up.2)  She knows that I, and others love her, but we can't be in love with her because of who she is.  An ultimate paradox.  I love you for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109391843644193897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109391843644193897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109391843644193897' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109330141410304011</id><published>2004-08-23T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:50:14.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got invited to a banquet today!!!The chinese have it right.Get married with only family, then have everyone over for a big feast, drinking, and dancing!Now to decide if I shall go.  It's a work colleague.  One of the few that I like.  Actually, I like a quite a few, I just don't get to work with them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109330141410304011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109330141410304011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109330141410304011' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109232939714342076</id><published>2004-08-12T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:49:57.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepy.  Sleepy in a, "I can't deal with work anymore so I shut my brain off while here," kind of way.  The incompetence is huge.  The lack of accountability and professionalism is outstanding.On a personal front, I ordered some anti-smoking drugs over the internet.  They actually came today.  But in a little cardboard cut-out with no intructions.  So I must scour the internet for instructions,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109232939714342076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109232939714342076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109232939714342076' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109095807992818420</id><published>2004-07-27T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:54:39.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love it when a subordinate asked about work that was due in the past.  And doesn't flinch when I tell them it was done..... It was your job, MORON!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109095807992818420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109095807992818420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109095807992818420' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109043567069078678</id><published>2004-07-21T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:48:27.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot one thing.  I bought a gamecube.  For one game -- damn youy Drac.  Anyway.  THe gamecube was purchased at the first store I enter, the actual game(Tales of Symphonia) was purchased at the fourth.  You'd think they'd stock enough.  The really sad thing is.  The first store had it the previous day.  I had other errands and didn't want to carry it.  Should have asked them to hold it&gt;_&lt;&lt;?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109043567069078678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109043567069078678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109043567069078678' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-109043553539924065</id><published>2004-07-21T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:45:35.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work is... work.   I wish there were some what around it, but alas, an inheritor of large sums of money I am not.The 19 year old intern was bitching about the price of her vacation going down after she purchased it.  I was reading Yuth's blog and hearing about his money problems.  I realized, I've finally gotten out of the debt rut.  Been forever it seems like.  But I could go anywhere I want, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109043553539924065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/109043553539924065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109043553539924065' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-108733127584756580</id><published>2004-06-15T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:27:55.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this extremely amusing, but also upsetting. --------------------I have passed this on to Michael Marks. My inclination is to use this and other recommendations to determine an appropriate spot bonus for Patrick in the October time frame. Michael, I have no doubt that Pat is receiving appropriate positive reinforcement for his efforts. Bob-----Original Message-----From:	Payne, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108733127584756580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108733127584756580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108733127584756580' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-108541300459174010</id><published>2004-05-24T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T11:38:01.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to have to kill her.  I can't get her out of my mind and it's driving me nuts.  Either that, or I need breakfast.I met her a couple weeks ago.  I got to hang out with her Friday night.  All I know is I need to see her again.  Why should this woman I hardly know consume so much of me?  I hate it.  But I have to find a way to deal with it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108541300459174010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108541300459174010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108541300459174010' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-108143731361542338</id><published>2004-04-08T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:18:56.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Refuge!  There's been a refuge sighting!  For some strange reason this bring more joy than my bonus.  Which was nice, but the political implications of it not being nice enough cast a pall upon it.  Though it has enabled, emboldened me to spend $500 on clothing the last week, or was it two weeks.  Work is making life a bit of a blur.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108143731361542338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/108143731361542338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108143731361542338' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107719978368136270</id><published>2004-02-19T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T09:12:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took my 1000 word reply in the comments to realize why inu-yasha's blog was 4 posts.I titled the blog ranting.  And Rants don't have to be completely clear.  It's a venting place, so solving the worlds problems isn't going to happen.  It's just lack of respect for Dracos and the other ops sometimes, coupled with the *I rule the world* attitude of some.  I've also heard about witnessed some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107719978368136270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107719978368136270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107719978368136270' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107712228416307780</id><published>2004-02-18T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:40:40.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After witnessing something, or a few things, I've decided I really don't understand irc chatrooms.   Some of what I don't understand in #void and #soulriders is the self-promotion that goes on.  Probably an incorrect word for it... but close enough.  Someone was bitching about someone else, in channel.  And the founder asked them to stop.  Of course, the offender had to bitch about it, 'in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107712228416307780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107712228416307780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712228416307780' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107548593140992171</id><published>2004-01-30T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T13:07:44.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my co-worker quit.  She' only been here a year, and is my junior by a lot, but I liked her.   It's a shame the idiots don't quit, but why should they?  The company as a whole doesn't reward them, but they don't chastise or do anything to correct their mistakes, other than calling on others (ream ME) to go out of their(MY) way to fix thier inadequacies.  I have enough of my own crap to fix and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107548593140992171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107548593140992171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107548593140992171' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107392286858631870</id><published>2004-01-12T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T10:56:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argrrr.... life is a dreadfully drown out and boring existance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107392286858631870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107392286858631870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107392286858631870' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107349945756958685</id><published>2004-01-07T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:19:18.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to try and recap some of the conversation I had with Brian the other day.People are self-involved, narcissistic, and indiferent to to the plight of others.  I'm ignoring instances of real tragedy, because at those times, it's expected to show understanding.  Why isn't expected at all times?The thing that really gets me is: When I'm self-absorbed and inconvience someone else due to my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107349945756958685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107349945756958685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107349945756958685' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107332443205121909</id><published>2004-01-05T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T12:42:10.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished FF X-2.I must be getting very old and sentimental, cause I loved the ending.I easy overlooked the silly cnootrived, non-explations and just enjoyed.It's not that the ending isn't explained, it's just not done well.I read faqs so I could get the perfect ending in one go.  Not sure the extra little bit was worth it, but it was cute.I like the game, overall, much more than the first,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107332443205121909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107332443205121909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107332443205121909' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-107280266881545808</id><published>2003-12-30T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:45:58.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over a month since I blogged....Playing lots of video games.  FFX - 2Going to a friends for New Year's Eve.Work is Work....Management at works blow elephant balls.Saw Barber of Seville last Friday, it was awesome.Been doing some reading.Finally read Ender's Game.Read Kushiel's Dart, by Jacqueline(sp) Carey, which was surprisingly excellent.Haven't watched any Anime in quite some time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107280266881545808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/107280266881545808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107280266881545808' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106908315832371976</id><published>2003-11-17T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T10:33:10.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She never called.Although, I think I was/am a bit under the weather.  I woke up at 8:15 Saturday, after going to bed at 1, then I went to take a nap at noon.... next thing I know it's midnight!?!   THAT, has never happened to me before.  I played games till 7 then took a two hour nap, then played more games till middnight.  I did go shopping and drop off laundry, make lunch, dinner.  But what a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106908315832371976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106908315832371976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106908315832371976' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106882349612339682</id><published>2003-11-14T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:25:24.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't feel like working.   Nope, not at all.  Though I really need to...oh well, tomorrow is Saturday, so I just need to pull through these next hours.A girl is supposed to come calling, and I find myself not really in the mood right now....  free sex and I'm not that interested.  Maybe she won't call....My dentist is hot, and single.   Maybe I'll do something silly there. Maybe I'll just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106882349612339682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106882349612339682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106882349612339682' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106788067941652525</id><published>2003-11-03T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T12:31:33.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been back for days.Sleep schedule is not cooperating.  I keep waking up atabout 6 am each day.  Earlier or later.Of course, I got back last monday, put Disgaea into the PS2 on Tuesday, and the rest of the week didn't exist until work today....  I need a longer vacation for more Disgaea!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106788067941652525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106788067941652525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106788067941652525' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106665377937626339</id><published>2003-10-20T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T08:42:58.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in Europe for 5 days, and I haven't gotten my sleep pattern right yet?!  I keep not being able to sleep.  So I take a long afternoon evening nap every day-&gt;-The worst is I'm in Mykonos and I rented a scooter, which I crashed an hour or so after I got it .  I'm mostly okay, but I can't find a big gauze pad to cover the missing skin on my forearm or knee.The vacation is going well so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106665377937626339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106665377937626339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665377937626339' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106606122638713151</id><published>2003-10-13T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:07:07.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm remembering why I don't like to go on trips.  1)  Preparation. --  Packing, shopping for what you don't have.2)  Travel time - Because of the stupid airlines and their biling practices, it's going to take me something like 21 hours to get to Athens from New York.3)  My cell phone won't work in Europe.    stupid American companies.4)  Work is a bitch.  The work I was going to finish last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106606122638713151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106606122638713151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106606122638713151' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106494672185449486</id><published>2003-09-30T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:32:01.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plane tickets arrived.Thinking about present for Inuyasha-chanLooking to buy a digital camera so I can take pictures.Trip is much more expensive than I thought it would be.  Funny how different things add up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106494672185449486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106494672185449486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106494672185449486' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106459008593187851</id><published>2003-09-26T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T11:28:05.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Airline tickets are purchased.  I need to relay that information to the agent in Greece along with Passport informaiton for the to be booked.  Then, or before hand, I need to book a hotel in Rome.  I'll wait till Monday to speak with Lal about it or one of my co-workers is very familiar with the city.  Excitement rising!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106459008593187851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106459008593187851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106459008593187851' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106442622173909801</id><published>2003-09-24T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:57:01.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So assuming my loan comes through to pay for my long avoided debt, I'm going to Rome and Greece in three weeks.  Assuming also that I can get a trip that's moderately priced.  As of now, I can.  If nothing else, I'm taking three weeks away from here.I really really can't stand this place.  It's getting to me in so many ways.  One of the analysts told me she's planning a year long trip around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106442622173909801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106442622173909801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106442622173909801' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106433204915343725</id><published>2003-09-23T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T11:47:28.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generally lately, I feel I can't be bothered.   Chatting in soulriders and void doesn't count for much entertainment lately.  I enjoy it when Lal's around but that's about it.  I talk to Corwin on AIMI AM lonely, but pretty indifferent about it.  None of the people I know fill any of the void I feel.  I'm preoccupied about some finacial things, the bank is taking an inordinate amount of time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106433204915343725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106433204915343725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433204915343725' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106399288695443108</id><published>2003-09-19T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:34:46.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl from the AIM logs I displayed a couple weeks ago invited me to her B-day party tonight.  I said I'd go, since I could think up a good excuse at the time, which I should have done.  I thought it'd be fine, but now I'm just not in the mood.  I really hate my office right now.  Bad thing after bad thing seems to be happeneing around here and I'm sick of it.  Of course it hurts really bad when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106399288695443108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106399288695443108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106399288695443108' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106383701796293779</id><published>2003-09-17T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T18:16:57.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My tooth is generally getting better.  1 more appointment and the currecnt torture should be at an end.  I of course need to go have a general check-up after they finish the root canal so they can assess the damage I've done to my other teeth.On a seperate note, I have been embroiled in an e-mail arguement with management here.  Why is the concept of the importance of others people's time so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106383701796293779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106383701796293779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106383701796293779' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106314678730057507</id><published>2003-09-09T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:33:07.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I agree with Rez's latest blog to a scary degree.  Although, i don't hate myself outright, I hate that I feel like life is worthless...  If that makes any sense.  I have over the years determined that shared hopelessness and suicidal tendencies never, ever help anything.  I wish I could say there was help available, maybe thier is and I dislike the idea of finding it. There are things in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106314678730057507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106314678730057507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106314678730057507' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106251746897668511</id><published>2003-09-02T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:44:29.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took Friday off.  That means I had four days away from work.  I was hoping to feel a bit refreshed, instead I feel despondant and don't want to be here.  I want to go back and finish Sukidane III.  I'm on chapter five, and maybe a good ten hours from the finish.  It's a great game, and I might go back and play the last two chapters again.  Oh, and do the side story I didn't play.  I wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106251746897668511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106251746897668511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106251746897668511' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106191139467398976</id><published>2003-08-26T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:23:14.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unseen got banned from the FFML for thirty days for mocking Gary's reply to Dracos.  Now, did he deserve the ban.  Definitely, but I've seen Gary and the other admins cronies do just as bad and not even receive a warning.  And the sophistry, hypocrisy, and round logic they use to justify the ban and its length is disgusting.  The admins of delphi at least try to play it straighter than this...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106191139467398976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106191139467398976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106191139467398976' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106139376834191896</id><published>2003-08-20T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:36:08.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In more breaking news, it wasn't wfrose, but Chi who did the world a moment of good.  Apparently he gagged about 20 people, deleting Carrot's and Wfrose's stories and other post, maybe others as well.  *is still laughing*  poor Merc.  He's probably the only one who really cares about that place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106139376834191896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106139376834191896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106139376834191896' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106139225745322289</id><published>2003-08-20T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:10:57.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In breaking news, WFROSE has apparently deleted at least his last 5 fics from the delphi forum.  The only downside is that he hasn't removed them from ff.net and might still be writing....  this week may have gotten a whole hell of a lot better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106139225745322289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106139225745322289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106139225745322289' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106132522441261893</id><published>2003-08-19T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T16:33:44.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my lack of dental care has finally caught up with me.  BIG TIME.  One of my molars decayed so much it split last night while I was eating potato chips.  Went to the dentist today, who was actually pretty cool about it.  But the prognosis is a root canal, something, and then a crown.  And the dentist was still unsure if the tooth could be saved.  Yay me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106132522441261893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106132522441261893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106132522441261893' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106070339263255556</id><published>2003-08-12T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T11:49:52.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in a closing elevator when an arm shot forth into it and it opened.  A woman walked in and said, "Sorry."  All I could think of was how I wished it had closed on her hand and mangled it.  I worry about myself sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106070339263255556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106070339263255556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106070339263255556' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106036917421152584</id><published>2003-08-08T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:59:34.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... drinks tonight.   I really could care less about the people going, except....  wish me luck!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106036917421152584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106036917421152584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106036917421152584' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106036906511392672</id><published>2003-08-08T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:57:44.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long week.Wealth can't make you happy.  I'd like to test that assumption myself, but no one seems willing to give me siht loads of money for no reason....  dammit!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106036906511392672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106036906511392672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106036906511392672' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-106000525032724882</id><published>2003-08-04T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T09:54:10.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certain people set me off.   I try to hold back, especially when I'm with a group of people.  #soulriders is a perfect example.  This morning, someone asked someone a question, the answer annoyed me.  I said something.  Not all that bad, much nicer than I felt, and I doubt the person took much offense, even if it was intended.   I wonder sometimes if someone I liked said the same thing, if it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106000525032724882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/106000525032724882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106000525032724882' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105889966282436768</id><published>2003-07-22T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T14:47:42.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lest any of you think the ongoing conversation about why the boy hasn't called my firend has ended, it hasn't.Girl: im sad.Girl: my boy has not called.kpnabs: sorry:-[Girl: and i may have to go by there this week.... which i dreadGirl: too embarrasingkpnabs: ouchkpnabs: I'm sure it will be fine if you go byGirl: so embarrasinGirl: why doesnt he call.Girl: sigh. must b getting old and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105889966282436768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105889966282436768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105889966282436768' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105889566350640506</id><published>2003-07-22T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T13:41:03.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tend to be very secretive about my feelings.  I know this, and It's how I live.  Maybe if I found someone I could trust, that would be different.  But I don't, so I am.  The practice head came into my office and gave me his condolences on my exam.  He said something like at least I could smile.  I felt like hitting him when he said that.  Why should my feelings be any of his damn buisness?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105889566350640506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105889566350640506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105889566350640506' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105884338289110882</id><published>2003-07-21T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:09:42.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing would be a whole lot easier if it weren't so hard.  ^^Actually, I like writing.  I just hate how much I want it to be decent writing.  I mean, I could if the urge overcame to just write and not care about the scenes, do half carrot speed.  Unfortunately, my fics would end up like carrot fics, all flash and no substance.  Not that any substance I put in my stories is good, it is at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105884338289110882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105884338289110882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105884338289110882' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105880320537886274</id><published>2003-07-21T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T12:00:05.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comedy gold continuesGirl: sighGirl: i feel so dejectedkpnabs: you'll get over itkpnabs: he'll call, or you'll find some new better boyGirl: no one better!Girl: he is the CRAZIEST boy in all NYC!Girl: wellGirl: 1 of themkpnabs: lots betterGirl: he is crazier even than Conan!kpnabs: he one of the garage boys?Girl: yeskpnabs: I''m sure he'll come around and give you a ringGirl: but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880320537886274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880320537886274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105880320537886274' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105880208923751289</id><published>2003-07-21T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:41:29.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does it take so long for this silly thing to publish?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880208923751289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880208923751289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105880208923751289' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105880184930742237</id><published>2003-07-21T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:37:29.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I failed.I probably feel as low right now, three days after finding out, as I ever have in my life.A little bit of amusement has come in the form of my ex-plaything.  I did love her, I just couldn't put up with all the shit that went along with her... hell, to be honest, I still love her, but at least I know enough to keep it under control.  She's currently, or at least nominally dating the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880184930742237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105880184930742237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105880184930742237' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105849273396072157</id><published>2003-07-17T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T21:45:33.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm exhausted.  I stayed out till 3:30 last night... lost track of time while hanging out with some friends drinking.  Boy did work suck.My exam results are posted tomorrow.  I can't remember the last time I was so apprehensive about something.  all I can think about is the mistakes I made when taking it, and how they'll screw me when the pass list comes out...  God I better of passed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105849273396072157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105849273396072157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105849273396072157' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105820390206397771</id><published>2003-07-14T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T13:31:41.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is strange.1)  I found out that the office sponsored department outing is going to be a trip for a coctail hour in the botanical gardens in the Bronx?!?!  It started 6 years ago as a summer coctail hour at a local bar/restaurant for free drinks and relaxing after/during a long summer.  It's evolved into this crap.  First of all, the place is in the Bronx, 1-1/2 hour bus ride in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105820390206397771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105820390206397771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105820390206397771' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-105760018496930025</id><published>2003-07-07T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T13:49:44.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.... out of the blue they changed the blogger...  Good think I remembered my username and password.The 4th was a fun weekend.  Too much time out in the sun.  I'm sore and tired from it.  Also, 5 hours of sleep Saturday night didn't help.  Lal, asked me about my stories... hmmm... I should make more of a concerted effort to write more, and more importantly complete sections.  I just can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105760018496930025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/105760018496930025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105760018496930025' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95960035</id><published>2003-06-23T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T17:57:58.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mentioned how I thought my illness was passing by the slight phlem and general under-the-weather fell.... well that was nothing compared to the crap I went through over the weekend.  Bone shattering sneezes followed by multiple episodes of eyes watering for what weemed like hours.   And I'm still sneezing, hacking up phlem, and crying today...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95960035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95960035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95960035' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95832720</id><published>2003-06-19T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T12:54:22.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did some writing last night.  Made me feel a bit better about things.  I'm not entirely sure why I've been feeling so meloncholy lately, but writing helped.  I got to bed a bit early as well.  I've also been coughing up phlem the last couple days.  It can also be an atrributing factor to my sour mood, being sick.  When I couph up the good stuff, it generally means I'm done with whatever silly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95832720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95832720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95832720' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95806080</id><published>2003-06-18T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:53:54.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in a long time, I find myself truly interested in a member of the fairer sex.  Of course, I can't currently think of this as a good thing, because her impression of me is unknown.  I enjoy our conversations, and seeing her always brings a smile to my heart, if not my face.  I tend to obsess about certain things, this being one of them, and the fact that I do it depresses me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95806080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95806080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95806080' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95718983</id><published>2003-06-16T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:29:34.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In what way, does life not suck?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95718983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95718983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95718983' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95554510</id><published>2003-06-11T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:40:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A politician in New York wants to place a tax on 'wasteful' items.  Certain television commercials, junk food, and video games.  Instead of doing something productive, like making sure the parks are safe.  Or that people can afford to live without working 12 hours a day. Or taking away the ease at which they use there cars instead of walking ten blocks.  Let's TAX.   The US can no longer trust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95554510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95554510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95554510' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95476198</id><published>2003-06-09T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T15:16:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I again find myself bored and annoyed at work.....   I just don't think peoples actions match their words, on too many occasions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95476198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95476198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95476198' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95474231</id><published>2003-06-09T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T14:19:00.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revised question of the day.  "How young a person, is too young for ME to date." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95474231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95474231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95474231' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95346414</id><published>2003-06-05T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:52:59.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The question of the day -- and probably more than a few days to come -- is, "How young, is too young to date?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95346414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95346414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95346414' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95291172</id><published>2003-06-04T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T13:06:37.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not really that busy, so I should ask around.  But then, like they always do, they give too much.  So I won't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95291172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95291172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95291172' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-95252700</id><published>2003-06-03T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T16:38:09.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's wierd not seeing Rez around.  Not that I ever have a bunch to say, but his presence on my AIM list or e-mail is pretty standard, and him missing is just weird.  Weird.Anyway.  My darts team annoys me.  I realize it's irrational, petty, and some of it extremely conceited.  We started are season great, and have now fallen on tough times.  The part that annoys me is the captain, arguable my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95252700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/95252700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95252700' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-94994379</id><published>2003-05-28T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T12:17:20.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arggggg......Work.... or rather the dynaimics of work are stupid beyond belief....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/94994379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/94994379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94994379' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-94945682</id><published>2003-05-27T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T12:19:43.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while.... so I'll give you the results of some fun fun online tests.DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:HighSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:HighBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:HighAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:High-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --and then this one....The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/94945682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/94945682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94945682' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-91853608</id><published>2003-04-02T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T12:14:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A conversation I had with the female darts player on my team.Her: "I hate playing woman."Me: "Why?"Her: "Because I feel I should win."Me:  "Why?  Cause woman are inferior players and suck?"Her: "No. Because I feel I should win."Me: "..."good thing prejudice is alive and well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/91853608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/91853608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91853608' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-91292561</id><published>2003-03-24T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T13:34:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while.  Even so this will be relatively short, maybe.1)  Life moves on, even if the world is insane.  I wonder a lot about the war protesters.  Where were you in the years leading up to this.  Where were you when Saddam dropped a shit load of chemical weapons on the Kurds.  Where were you when he chemicaled the Iranians?  Is war right?  No.  Is this war right?  Probably not.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/91292561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/91292561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91292561' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-90262965</id><published>2003-03-06T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:21:58.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My boss calls me into his office today for a moment.If I pass that accredidation exam I get within the next pay cycle, which are two week cycles.1)  Window office2)  Raise of at least $15,000 from current.  (I'm getting a raise in three weeks anyway, but it will probably be $5,000)3)  There was something else, but I forgot.  now... to study -_-;;there's always a dark side.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90262965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90262965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90262965' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-90220466</id><published>2003-03-06T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T00:11:08.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got out of the stupid training at work, for now.They're talking about giving me TWO more people to be a tyrant over.I'm getting a semi-position boost before the I pass the exam for the credentials I need for the position.Bonuses are announced at the end of the month and paid next month(I should get at least 5 grand).I'm going to golf shool with a group of fun people in May.I'm going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90220466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90220466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90220466' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-90069807</id><published>2003-03-03T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T16:19:58.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend sends me an e-mail, "can you please send me your address."I respond with said address and a question, "Are you sending me money?"She responds, "How did you guess???????????????? "Me, "Because you are the bestest friend in the whole wide world!"Her, ":)"I love Michellie!  She is the best.*blinks and looks above*I blame Calendar and her saccharine blog for this entry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90069807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90069807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90069807' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-90055591</id><published>2003-03-03T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T11:27:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One the higher ups just sent me a message.  What it said is unimportant, mainly becasue I refuse to read it.  If it's formatted worse than the average ff.net offereing, and the grammer on the first two sentences matches(the sentences include a total of four words, are fragments, include one mispelling, and is missing a comma), I'll ignore and make her ask later. It must be a product of my lost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90055591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90055591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90055591' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-90006873</id><published>2003-03-02T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T13:43:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seem to like sleeping 8 - 9 hours a night.I also have trouble(almost impossible actually) falling asleep before I've been awake for about 17 - 18 hours.The math just doesn't work &gt;_&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90006873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/90006873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90006873' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89913290</id><published>2003-02-28T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T13:20:33.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been about 6 pages away from finishing 40 pages of fanfic for a week now....  this sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89913290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89913290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89913290' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89587024</id><published>2003-02-23T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:33:06.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live for today, not to protect yourself from tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89587024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89587024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89587024' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89373418</id><published>2003-02-19T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T10:46:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love the snow.   I love the 4 foot mounds formed on the streeet corners.  I love the soft fluffy flakes that fall.  The white cover that forms.  I take delight in all the whining people do because snow is just awesome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89373418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89373418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89373418' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89278377</id><published>2003-02-17T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T21:54:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, one of the worst things in life is having a real-problem with someone in your group of friends that everyone else likes.  This person is whiny, meldramatic, and has shown no interest in anything except thier own opinion and problems.  I can't remember the last time a sympathetic word has been uttered from this person, but yet every one of his problems must be offered sympathy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89278377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89278377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89278377' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89194950</id><published>2003-02-16T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T13:38:40.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never liked Valentine's Day.  Even when I was with someone.  If you need a prescribed day to prove your feelings for someone else, why bother?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89194950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89194950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89194950' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89146651</id><published>2003-02-15T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T11:22:11.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gah... trying to get the comment system to work...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89146651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89146651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89146651' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-89127108</id><published>2003-02-14T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T23:00:05.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had drinks after work with a colleague, a sort of friend, but I've dismissed most of my actualy friends(that's another blog).  It was strange because the reason I'm bitching and ready to quit is because they're allocating reasonrces to his team.  He's a great guy and I like him a lot, but everything I look at from last years records says that my team needs the resources more.  Which curbs my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89127108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/89127108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89127108' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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-5004918.post-88277269</id><published>2003-01-30T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T13:03:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder why I'm so angry so often.  It often passes quickly, but when it hits, I think of almost everything that ever pissed me off about the circumstance.The most recent happening is work.  It's often work, actually.  The last three summers the crunch of work for my biggest client gets worse for me.  I take a proactive approach, and spend time putting together case assignments for the client.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/88277269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004918/posts/default/88277269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doujima.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88277269' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171800890760398084</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>
