<?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-4369256889751835580</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:42:34.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>d o r k e l i n a</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-6920527165538015345</id><published>2009-12-01T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:00:07.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Oh that's right, once again here at &lt;a href="http://www.dorkelina.com/"&gt;d o r k e l i n a&lt;/a&gt; everyone is getting warm and fuzzy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; wishes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_controversy"&gt;war&lt;/a&gt; with Christmas. People sure hate "Happy Holidays"- they're really furious and want me to say "Merry Christmas"- should I still say it on the 26th, when there are still holidays to come? Why is it that ignoring other holidays is fine as long as no one slights the Christians?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; fine, not really. If you meet up with me during December you are subject to being greeted or bade farewell with any of the following sentiments, based on the date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 7: Remember Pearl Harbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 11(sundown)-19: Happy Chanukah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 21: A joyous Winter Solstice. Just because you aren't pagan doesn't mean you skip the shortest day of the year. Unless you live ON the Equator and/or scurry between hemispheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 23: Happy Festivus. I got a lot of problems with you people! And now you're gonna hear about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 25: Merry Christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 26th-January 1: Happy Kwanzaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 1: Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-6920527165538015345?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/6920527165538015345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/6920527165538015345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-3650289430846879029</id><published>2009-08-01T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:32:17.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweets</title><content type='html'>If you are not following me on twitter, you steenk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because that is how you will find my new old blog and join me as I focus my efforts there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-3650289430846879029?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/3650289430846879029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=3650289430846879029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3650289430846879029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3650289430846879029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/08/tweets.html' title='Tweets'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-4526856413143323350</id><published>2009-08-01T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:28:11.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A minor shifting</title><content type='html'>Moving this blog to a &lt;a href="http://dorkelina.blogspot.com"&gt;blogspot address&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-4526856413143323350?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/4526856413143323350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=4526856413143323350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/4526856413143323350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/4526856413143323350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/08/minor-shifting.html' title='A minor shifting'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-670546117140675980</id><published>2009-07-21T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:46:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm ok</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been thinking about this and kicking my options around, and I think I am going to drop this blog. I have to do some big cutbacks here in the Bones house, and domains are on the chopping block. I should have one. Not three. I'm also going to pull all my stakes up in Second Life and become a virtual hobo. It's the house thing- buying a house has a way of making one very, very broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fleeing the internets entirely though, and I do intend to continue reading and blogging (I don't have much in the way of other hobbies anyway) but dorkelina.com will be going the way of the dinosaurs and common sense soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-670546117140675980?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/670546117140675980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=670546117140675980&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/670546117140675980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/670546117140675980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm-ok.html' title='Hmm ok'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-9160200976928502006</id><published>2009-07-15T05:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:23:09.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>Learning to use a blogging tool for iPhone and FAILING here. I am also shit with the keyboard so if you spy some nonsense words please know it was not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it out of Italy, but not without incident of course (we are discussing a dorkelina/SGT Bones project here after all), however we are soldiering on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left Italy our darling Ringo wanted to make sure he saw the ER one more time, so he tripped and pierced his lip with his teeth. After we had no car or home of course. Six stitches total but they are about fully healed after 16 days and I no longer shudder and wince at the sight of my son's face. Blood is no biggie but a partly-healed wound just gives me the squirms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our busted-up boy and Princess NO! back to PA with only minor kerfuffles and then had a few days to relax (two at a lovely B&amp;B, without kids) and made it back to our beloved Tennessee last Wednesday. Thursday we got up and thought we might check out new vehicles, but instead ended up getting a new house. Basically we've just poured money out all over now but are ridiculously happy and feeling very grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I managed to dislodge a part in one of my front windows while I cleaned it. Then SGT Bones comes home with a big ugly scratch and dent in the truck that some douchebag gave him in the parking lot and kindly scampered off (just knew we should have traded it in). He also told me he was definitely going to a unit I don't want him in. I'm really mad about that, even if it means no midnight shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I expect my new washer and dryer to arrive, and that will mean a day of learning how to use it, then folding laundry and stacking it on closet shelves. I can't wait for our furnishings to arrive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to read blogs, but I don't even get 3G here so it is very hit-and-miss when I try to get webpages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-9160200976928502006?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/9160200976928502006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=9160200976928502006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/9160200976928502006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/9160200976928502006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-5591437651648054919</id><published>2009-06-03T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:01:48.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorkelina's Fix-It Strategy #1</title><content type='html'>Give politicians- particularly those in the federal government- a pay cut. A HUGE one. Place them into the same type of system that dictates pay grades for the military, or government service jobs. Housing can be on a par with what the military gets. Same for benefits, healthcare, etc. See how many of our "champions in D.C." stick around. My bet is that they'd be swarming out to private sector jobs like rats leaving a sinking ship. We are paying these people too much. If they just care about service, then they will happily accept the kind of standards that those who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; serve this country accept. Why on earth should schmoozing scumbags be pulling in outrageous amounts of money (and be left in charge of their pay raises?) when they are doing less for this nation than soldiers, police, firefighters, teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need honest politicians who really want to make the country great. Not the greedy slime that is infecting our government now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick 'em out in 2010. Keep kicking until they're all gone. It won't happen all at once, but the more we reject their sense of entitlement (and our own, but that's another post) the better off we will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-5591437651648054919?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/5591437651648054919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=5591437651648054919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/5591437651648054919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/5591437651648054919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/06/dorkelinas-fix-it-strategy-1.html' title='Dorkelina&apos;s Fix-It Strategy #1'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-3882939115972548003</id><published>2009-06-03T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:39:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, politics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/blogs/bensmith/0609/Palin_links_Tiller_Long_slayings.html"&gt;Gov. Sarah Palin's remarks regarding two recent murders&lt;/a&gt; are absolutely, totally on the mark. I still like Sarah, even though I am not in 100% agreement with every policy she might have. I also think she has a fantastic name (which I guess really means I think she has a brilliant mother, much like mine). At any rate, her words are wise on this subject- I hope that the parties responsible for the heinous crimes in Kansas and and Arkansas are punished swiftly and severely. Our kindness and sympathy should be reserved for the families of the slain and not the scum who murdered them. Fry 'em both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this brings me to a funny (not funny-ha ha, but funny-sad) story: I recall a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; acquaintance of mine (in the virtual world) making the comment that Sarah Palin was a "pig" and a "Nazi" just before the election last year- because Gov. Palin is anti-abortion. I was thoroughly disgusted by the remarks, and more than a little tempted to launch into a tirade at the woman who said it. As it is, I have a hard time taking her seriously anymore. Anyway. My friend actually tried to tell me that I shouldn't vote for someone who would take away my daughter's right to have an abortion if she were raped. And my son's right to marry if he turned out gay (which diffused my anger but not my sadness, as I chuckled and mused about "my gay autistic toddler son"). The fact that as VP, Palin would not have had the ability to actually cause those things to happen was irrelevant to the conversation. So was the fact that the party my friend was enamored of would happily remove my right as a law abiding citizen to carry a gun and kill a damn rapist before he could commit his vile crime. No, no- we must not suggest such things, and accept the foaming idiocy of Obama Fandom. This chick would have taken to the streets to riot if the election had not gone her way. Don't doubt that for a second. It was scary to me to realize that even though she was a sheep, she was a fanged, dangerous, brain-dead one. FLEE! It's the Zombie Sheep Apocalypse! *screeeeaaaam!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I think Obama is really any worse- or better- than any other politician (he's making flip-flops now that put him in my good graces more, but piss off his zombie sheep, tough lambchops &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; kids). I am very suspicious of all politicians because the reward for their jobs is so great that I can't help worrying about their motives for wanting it. These are not people who have any scrap of sympathy for regular folks, because they aren't regular folks. I try to base my support of a party on how big a threat I feel they are to my liberty. The left hasn't won the argument for me, not once. But it's always close. I'm quite firmly in the middle of the road on many, many things- but there are a few key points that push me onto the right, time and time again. I don't think I am alone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be totally honest. I want to see a good third party emerge. There are many of us just a bit to either side of the middle that deserve to be free of the real wingnuts and whackjobs out on the far right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could always be the Silly Party. Silly is just more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/31FFTx6AKmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/31FFTx6AKmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-3882939115972548003?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/3882939115972548003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=3882939115972548003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3882939115972548003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3882939115972548003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-politics.html' title='Ah, politics.'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-959237520389610429</id><published>2009-06-01T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:25:07.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me a story...</title><content type='html'>About vampires, and werewolves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT:I apologize for it being too big for my blog, this is the smallest embed I could get from YouTube- jerks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVW_JGT0QMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVW_JGT0QMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*embarassed squeak* I admit it. I am fairly excited about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Bones rented us the first one a week or so back (right around my birthday). I rolled my eyes and told him that a guy who is so vehemently opposed to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; insanity* should be a little less enthused about a film based on a series of books that has created legions of obsessed fangirls- but we watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the end credits rolled, I looked at him and said- "Now you realize you have to buy me these books, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me a paperback of the first novel. I read it that afternoon and expressed some mild displeasure that he was unable to procure the whole set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later we went to the exchange and- lo and behold!- there was the shiny boxed set of hardcovers right on the shelf. New shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with those (quite pleased to have gotten an excellent deal on them), and read the remaining three over the next four days- try as I might I could not finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; in one shot, caring for kids and sleep was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the speed at which I read a book is directly related to how much I like it. It doesn't have to be perfect, profound literature- I like stories. If an author can sweep me up in the story I'm happy, even if it's not masterpiece material. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; books aren't bad, and I like stories that deal with supernatural themes. I liked the characters enough to care about what happened to them. I'd read more stories by the author, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I blasted through the series I decided I wanted to read more. I re-read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt; (which I have zero criticism for, it is my favorite book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; and I truly believe it to be non-fiction) in about 2 hours (including a nap near the end because I was still bushed from staying up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;), then I picked out one of Salinger's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Stories&lt;/span&gt; for a re-read, then I found the only novel left in the house that I had NOT read, a Danielle Steel that my mother-in-law left behind when she visited us once. It's been floating around for three years because I don't like the genre, but I needed a new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half days. I hate leaving a book unfinished but honestly I was tempted to chuck it. I finally decided to finish so that I could say without hesitation that it was the WORST book I've ever read. I am afraid I may have gotten wrinkles from being annoyed at it. I know a lot of people like Danielle Steel (the woman's made a fortune churning out this dreck) but I found it offensively &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damsel_in_distress"&gt;cliché&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. As with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; books, I intend to see all the film versions of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series. I don't know about certain casting choices**, and I am sure I will now have other issues with the adaptations, but I will watch and I will like it. The bit in the trailer with the wolf transformation? Totally how I was hoping they'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sgt. Bones doesn't like H.P. because he knows  he bears a resemblance to the way the young wizard is described in the stories (not so much to Daniel Radcliffe). Telling a guy he looks like an awkward teenage wizard is a mistake, BTW. I advise against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Sorry fangirls. Pattinson's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, but Edward should be jaw-droppingly stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-959237520389610429?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/959237520389610429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=959237520389610429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/959237520389610429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/959237520389610429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-story.html' title='Tell me a story...'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-938405717370246449</id><published>2009-05-30T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:57:33.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee, hee, hee...</title><content type='html'>I generally dislike having to watch TV here, but I have been amused without fail by the DoD's "Chicken Knows Best" spots on AFN. The particular video I'm embedding for you focuses on the Bird Flu concerns of a couple of years ago, but it was the only one I found over at the DoD videos site. Lately we've been getting the "science is gross" one on TV. That one cracks me up too because the *ahem* &lt;span&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; wanders and you see the lighting chicken looking a bit befuddled off to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Knows Best&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src='http://www.dodvclips.mil/linking/index.jsp?skin=oneclip&amp;fr_story=FRdamp237553&amp;rf=ev&amp;hl=true' width=324 height=280 scrolling='no' frameborder=0 marginwidth=0 marginheight=0&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-938405717370246449?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/938405717370246449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=938405717370246449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/938405717370246449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/938405717370246449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/tee-hee-hee.html' title='Tee, hee, hee...'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-3410045979958905948</id><published>2009-05-30T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:52:42.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a fucking break.</title><content type='html'>It's the 30th of May. We have made almost NO progress in our move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have internet. Nothing is packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sgt. Bones is still going to work every day. He gets maybe one day off a week. And they invariably call him to the office for some bullshit every time he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; have the day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids can't be left to their own devices, of course- and I can't prepare the house while I am chasing them and trying to make sure they are eating their food and drinking their milk. The moment I release them into a room, they destroy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Overwhelmed" doesn't begin to scratch the surface of this feeling I've got now. "Furious" is a little too mild a word for my general demeanor. I'm short-tempered with my kids, seething at my husband, and utterly frustrated at every turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest kid has cold feet about moving in with us when we get home, too. Not that she gets a choice really, but I feel bad for having to point it all out, and I feel a little offended that she is thinking more about her friends than she is about her family, and guilty that I expect anything more from her really, since she is just eleven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not a pleasant update, but I have to dump the bad feelings somewhere or I might go off like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_St._Helens"&gt;this:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dorkelina.com/piccies/peaceful.jpg" height=226 width=335&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La de da, what a lovely day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dorkelina.com/piccies/splodey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And y'know, there goes my whole northern face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A bit of trivia about why I picked those images of St. Helens: I had an obsession over the May 1980 eruption when I was a child, and by the age of four-ish had essentially destroyed the issue of National Geographic with an article about the event. I read it hundreds of times. I was a nerdy toddler.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-3410045979958905948?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/3410045979958905948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=3410045979958905948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3410045979958905948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3410045979958905948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-fucking-break.html' title='Give me a fucking break.'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-3377067797667562507</id><published>2009-05-22T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:00:01.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a drag it is getting old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As referenced by the Stones quote in the title- it's my stupid birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-3377067797667562507?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3377067797667562507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/3377067797667562507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-drag-it-is-getting-old.html' title='What a drag it is getting old.'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-546781768097758465</id><published>2009-05-18T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:49:50.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here?</title><content type='html'>Even though I fully expect that our departure from this hellhole will not take place until well after the target date, I am scheduling some blog posts for publication at future dates. You'll see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you all know, we still have not gotten anything done for our move. Sgt. Bones hasn't got the paperwork yet. I want to leave here on the 11th. I wanted movers a week ago, but they won't send them to us without paperwork. I wanted the phone and internet turned off two weeks ago (as recommended, a month prior to departure to ensure all billing issues are addressed). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is absolutely, unquestionably the stupidest system ever. Coming here was a bitch- but at least Bones had orders in his hand a few months before we had to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a whole cross-country road trip planned for the 30 days of leave he should have been getting between stations. I will be lucky if we get enough time to drive our truck from PA to KY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I am just a simmering pot of anger and stress. I am thoroughly pissed off at the Army, with all their "family support" bullshit that they have been spewing in the last couple of years, they can't figure out how to move families without it being a fucking fiasco? According to the little "Plan My Move" calendar that the DoD has on its "supporting troops and families" site, I am already 2 months behind schedule, pretty much. I can't DO half the shit listed on their planner, because Sgt. Bones hasn't got orders in hand. I'm about 30 seconds from contacting his unit myself and making him look like an ass, really- because my frustration level is so high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Future posts probably won't be "live", but there's a chance that I will be around the internet for a while yet. I might be a fire-breathing beast, though, so you may wish to steer clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-546781768097758465?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/546781768097758465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/546781768097758465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html' title='Still here?'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-8742982193577381116</id><published>2009-05-15T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:19:28.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz before flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is pretty much right.  When I get lazy I sound more southern, I've picked up some strange western NY/PA sounds from my in-laws, and I still blurt out Canadian pronunciations ("about" has the same sound as "loud" in my head but it comes out more like a hybrid of "a boat" and "a boot" pretty often).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With thanks to Daisy of &lt;a href="http://tothedaisy.blogspot.com"&gt;Love, Daisy&lt;/a&gt;, here's the quizzy goodness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 88%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 84%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 55%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 30%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-8742982193577381116?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/8742982193577381116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/8742982193577381116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiz-before-flying.html' title='A quiz before flying'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-7351906555707420696</id><published>2009-05-08T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:37:02.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Vacation</title><content type='html'>Not really sure when the phone is going to get turned off, but I am going to go ahead and close up the comments here. I've been waiting on Sgt. Bones to get the service shut off, and he may well put it off some more (should have gotten it done a week ago).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I hope to be back to regularly blogging and commenting by the start of August at the latest. If I get back and get a nifty phone, I might be back in June. One never knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ttfn... See y'all when I see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-7351906555707420696?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/7351906555707420696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/7351906555707420696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-vacation.html' title='The Blog Vacation'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369256889751835580.post-4621994896328662558</id><published>2009-05-07T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:47:03.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>Annoyed at the problems I am having with comment spam. How can an immensely unpopular blog, such as this, attract the attention of so much crap? If I was prone to paranoia I would think someone I once pissed off had gone into the comment-spamming biz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. If you're a real commenter, that's great. Comment away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're someone I once pissed off who has gone into the comment-spam business, you should probably get some psychiatric help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369256889751835580-4621994896328662558?l=dorkelina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/feeds/4621994896328662558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369256889751835580&amp;postID=4621994896328662558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/4621994896328662558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369256889751835580/posts/default/4621994896328662558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorkelina.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>Sally Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13224626939758181805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LxmRZsqBhgY/S1sv3_43eZI/AAAAAAAAACg/wG-QuN6xEvU/S220/IMG_0613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
