<?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-5072518</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:19:09.258-08:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Deluded Wine</title><subtitle type='html'>As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-881986308247761420</id><published>2009-01-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:43:45.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Dream of MarsIn 2008, thousands of people fell in love with a robot, far from its home, out in the cold of space. No, not Wall-E: the Mars Explorer, nicknamed “Phoenix.” Aside from its obvious purposes of space exploration and study, the Mars Explorer was also a new step for NASA when it became one of the most followed accounts on Twitter. In early November, the Explorer ceased communicating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/881986308247761420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=881986308247761420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/881986308247761420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/881986308247761420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-of-mars-in-2008-thousands-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1476799228807197383</id><published>2008-12-31T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:36:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time again for my traditional New Year's blog post. I heard this song sung at a New Year's service at church years ago; the pastor read the names of all those who had passed away during the year. A woman then got up, and sang this song to the tune of Auld Lang Syne:It singeth low in every heartWe hear it each and allA song of those who answer notHowever we may call. They throng the silence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1476799228807197383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1476799228807197383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1476799228807197383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1476799228807197383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-time-again-for-my-traditional-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-453237905976598832</id><published>2008-11-04T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:40:41.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An open letter from a young conservative:I am proud to call myself a conservative. Even when my views have made me unpopular among others my age, I am proud to have stood for my beliefs. But at the moment, I am very angry and almost ashamed to identify with conservatives. Why? Because the other conservatives that I see are acting like spoiled children. Every time one of your fellow conservatives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/453237905976598832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=453237905976598832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/453237905976598832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/453237905976598832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-from-young-conservative-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2044350472646287467</id><published>2008-10-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:12:54.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In honor of the Mars Phoenix, now shutting down in the Martian winter. www.twitter.com/marsphoenix.The frigid wind whipped the icy sand against her helmet as she rounded the small rock outcropping. She staggered for a moment before regaining her balance and pushed forward. Her communicator crackled. “Eagle1, you ok out there?”She activated the transmitter, and responded.“Everything’s fine out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2044350472646287467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2044350472646287467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2044350472646287467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2044350472646287467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-honor-of-mars-phoenix-now-shutting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4075130900966560831</id><published>2008-09-22T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:16:56.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I could survive for 54 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4075130900966560831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4075130900966560831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4075130900966560831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4075130900966560831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-could-survive-for-54-seconds-chained.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4042361777737256491</id><published>2008-09-14T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:01:01.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very funny vid! The news media does remind me of hyenas, these days...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4042361777737256491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4042361777737256491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4042361777737256491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4042361777737256491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-funny-vid-news-media-does-remind.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-64137175543243266</id><published>2008-09-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:43:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Palin: Do NOT mess with the Barracuda!http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l242/Joitheartist/Political/libertybelle.jpgAgain, I don't normally do politics on my blog. But after Sarah Palin's fantastic speech last night, I want to put out a few words. Mostly in response to this bit of silliness: http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/09/04/biden-on-palin-whoa/Most notably, to this paragraph: “It was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/64137175543243266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=64137175543243266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/64137175543243266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/64137175543243266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/09/palin-do-not-mess-with-barracuda-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2295445395011649297</id><published>2008-08-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:19:45.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolutely fabulous program on Media Lizzy’s show today. You can check out the podcast here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/stations/HeadingRight/MediaLizzy/2008/08/12/The-Political-Affair-and-Election-CultureI am proud of my country, and I love America. Neither popular sentiments nowadays. It’s much “cooler” to be snarky, sarcastic, and critical. And God knows, America has her faults. But America </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2295445395011649297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2295445395011649297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2295445395011649297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2295445395011649297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/08/absolutely-fabulous-program-on-media.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-9014382671378240501</id><published>2008-08-07T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:54:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most people who read this blog know that while I’m interested in politics and have definite stances on many issues, I don’t really follow things that closely. While I vote Republican, I’m not that thrilled with either party.But anyone who’s looked at this blog in the past week knows that I’ve become involved with the #DontGo Movement, www.dontgomovement.com and http://dontgo.us.In the past week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9014382671378240501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=9014382671378240501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/9014382671378240501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/9014382671378240501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-people-who-read-this-blog-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4750995115731832163</id><published>2008-08-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:25:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open letter to my representative.To the Hon. Gary G. Miller, 42nd District.Dear Sir;I am writing to state my extreme frustration with the House; it is unconscionable to leave on a paid vacation after blocking debate about the American energy crisis. While our representives are writing off their gas expenses, the people are paying out the nose, cancelling vacations, etc.Some members of the House </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4750995115731832163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4750995115731832163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4750995115731832163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4750995115731832163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-letter-to-my-representative.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2632748671779733585</id><published>2008-08-04T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:18:31.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you haven't heard, many of the House Republicans have given up their paid vacations to work towards a solution for the current energy crisis. The House Democrats left the House, turned off the lights and the mikes, and left town rather than even allow the issues up for debate.Speaker Pelosi has actually refused to even allow this topic to come up for debate. http://abcnews.go.com/video/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2632748671779733585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2632748671779733585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2632748671779733585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2632748671779733585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-case-you-havent-heard-many-of-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8675796006985551279</id><published>2008-07-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:39:26.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are just some thoughts, in response to current affairs within the Anglican Communion, the Catholic blogs I've been reading, and the service of prayer for the Anglican Communion recently held in many Anglican churches around the world (the sermon National Apostasy was preached during this service at my church--this astoundingly timely and relevant message can be found here: http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8675796006985551279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8675796006985551279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8675796006985551279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8675796006985551279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-just-some-thoughts-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-175306864274355353</id><published>2008-07-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:41:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool looking contest here: http://www.youtube.com/funnelproductionsMight be worth looking into!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/175306864274355353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=175306864274355353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/175306864274355353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/175306864274355353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/cool-looking-contest-here-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7750219276093403517</id><published>2008-06-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:01:02.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7750219276093403517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7750219276093403517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7750219276093403517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7750219276093403517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/oneplusyou-quizzes-and-widgets.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7127524671569088560</id><published>2008-05-22T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:24:47.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more graph humor and song chart memes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7127524671569088560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7127524671569088560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7127524671569088560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7127524671569088560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-graph-humor-and-song-chart-memes_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3449096032958885633</id><published>2008-05-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:24:14.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more graph humor and song chart memesOh, this site is fun...http://graphjam.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3449096032958885633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3449096032958885633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3449096032958885633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3449096032958885633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-graph-humor-and-song-chart-memes.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-708879183109727601</id><published>2008-03-11T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:19:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*drools*</title><summary type='text'>It CAME. My 3-cd set of a dramatic reading  of Beowulf. UNabridged. In the original Old English.    *DROOOOOOOOL*   P.S. Hey, would anybody out there be up for  a Beowulf party? We could get English translations and follow along with the cd!  How cool would that be???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/708879183109727601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=708879183109727601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/708879183109727601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/708879183109727601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/03/drools.html' title='*drools*'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2344942746865060892</id><published>2008-02-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:28:26.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, trying the whole Classical Ed blog thing  again. www.classicalbookworm.blogspot.com   Come and comment! Join the blog! Throw  tomatoes at it, or something!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2344942746865060892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2344942746865060892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2344942746865060892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2344942746865060892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-blog.html' title='New blog!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2112515682403386608</id><published>2008-02-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:24:16.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth reading it all</title><summary type='text'>  This article is long, but it is really  worthwhile to read the whole thing. trust me.    Part 1 is here: http://www.ejectejecteject.com/archives/000172.html Part 2 is linked at the end of part 1, or  here: http://www.ejectejecteject.com/archives/000171.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2112515682403386608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2112515682403386608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2112515682403386608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2112515682403386608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/worth-reading-it-all.html' title='Worth reading it all'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1440372264836300296</id><published>2008-02-27T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:45:05.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a CommaYou are open minded and extremely optimistic.You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.(But with so many competing interests, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1440372264836300296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1440372264836300296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1440372264836300296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1440372264836300296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-comma-you-are-open-minded-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-713244644935908516</id><published>2008-02-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:43:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><summary type='text'>http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,331313,00.html   This story should creep out anyone who's  read The Mountains of Madness, by Lovecraft.     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/713244644935908516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=713244644935908516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/713244644935908516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/713244644935908516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3491662654632426290</id><published>2008-02-19T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:51:06.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Origin of the HumorI was just thinking lately about how senses of humor develop. I don't remember much about my sense of humor as a child, but I'm fairly sure it was based on very bad puns (thanks, Dad!) and very dry elephant jokes (thanks, mom!). I also enjoyed parodies and verbal sparring, but am not so skilled in those fine arts. I hardly ever understood the humor of my peers: I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3491662654632426290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3491662654632426290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3491662654632426290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3491662654632426290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/origin-of-humor-i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8629535237590828829</id><published>2008-02-19T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:35:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castro Retires</title><summary type='text'>Of all the commentary I've seen this morning  on the announcement, I think (no surprise) that John C. Wright says it best.     http://johncwright.livejournal.com/2008/02/19/   Sic semper tyrannis.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8629535237590828829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8629535237590828829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8629535237590828829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8629535237590828829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/castro-retires.html' title='Castro Retires'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-832183217212649238</id><published>2008-02-07T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:42:34.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Mitt</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading the headlines here from  work (shh, don't tell!) and thinking. For anyone who missed it, here's the text  of Romney's speech to CPAC: http://www.mittromney.com/News/Press-Releases/CPAC_Address   I can't help but wonder if part of Romney's  problem in campaigning was that he was too much of a gentleman. He wouldn't  stoop to smears like McCain and Huckabee did (Hey, I actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/832183217212649238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=832183217212649238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/832183217212649238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/832183217212649238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-about-mitt.html' title='More about Mitt'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-673482937528028342</id><published>2008-02-07T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:38:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAT</title><summary type='text'>Romney is suspending his campaign. SIGH. But  I think he's probably doing the right thing, since the conservatives continued  to split their votes between Huckabee and romney on Super Tuesday. Maybe next  time....Romney for 2012? Sounds good to me!    I'm keeping the Romney banner on my blog  until I know for sure who the GOP nominee is. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/673482937528028342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=673482937528028342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/673482937528028342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/673482937528028342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/drat.html' title='DRAT'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3664545110850792463</id><published>2008-02-05T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:21:00.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A rare politcal postI almost never talk politics on this blog, but with it being Super Tuesday, I couldn't resist. This comes from Fox News (link here) :Huckabee’s accusation followed Romney’s remarks to FOX News last week, in which the former Massachusetts governor said: “A vote for Huckabee is a vote for McCain, and if they want John McCain as their nominee … that’s exactly what the vote would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3664545110850792463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3664545110850792463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3664545110850792463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3664545110850792463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/rare-politcal-post-i-almost-never-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-552192321567996049</id><published>2008-01-29T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:36:57.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a meditation I've been working on for several days. I was recently able to spend several lovely rainy hours reading T. S. Eliot on my balcony. That sort of environment is very conducive to odd strains of thought while reading the Four Quartets, and this piece is the result of that. Please feel free to critique!Reading Eliot in the Rain  I sit out on my balcony, with an old copy of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/552192321567996049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=552192321567996049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/552192321567996049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/552192321567996049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-meditation-ive-been-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3017051074345258570</id><published>2008-01-29T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:19:58.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book meme</title><summary type='text'>Shamelessly stolen from Julie at  HappyCatholic.blogspot.com!      Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing    only positive reviews? Well, until last year, it was    Pride and Prejudice. But then I finally read it and liked it, so...hmmm. Have    to pick a new irrational dislike soon.   If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3017051074345258570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3017051074345258570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3017051074345258570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3017051074345258570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/book-meme.html' title='Book meme'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-5365529158700563350</id><published>2008-01-28T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:22:38.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A re-post</title><summary type='text'>I am re-posting this, because I want some of  my writing groups to see it, and don't feel like moderating comments that far  back in the archives Four  years ago, in my friend's English class,  the prof was talking about the idea of the sublime, and said that some things,  such as elephants running off a cliff into the sea in a rainstorm, could not be  sublime. Liz, of course, took this as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5365529158700563350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=5365529158700563350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5365529158700563350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5365529158700563350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/re-post.html' title='A re-post'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4076133586896541533</id><published>2008-01-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:58:18.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have fallen in love with this group! (h/t to Anne for telling me about them). They are...well...i guess you could say Renaissance rock, or something like that. This is a video of them doing a lovely version of The Times They Are A-Changing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4076133586896541533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4076133586896541533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4076133586896541533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4076133586896541533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-fallen-in-love-with-this-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7810076095196631896</id><published>2008-01-21T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:50:45.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for my LolFrog!</title><summary type='text'>http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?Sumdaywellfin128454186630468750.jpg  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7810076095196631896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7810076095196631896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7810076095196631896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7810076095196631896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/vote-for-my-lolfrog.html' title='Vote for my LolFrog!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-946072633221488376</id><published>2008-01-14T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:08:33.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A much-neglected author   I suspect that many people have heard of the books of Edgar Rice Burroughs, but that relatively few remain who have actually read them. After all, to say that you are reading A Princess of Mars, or God forbid, Tarzan, tends to bring a laugh in reading circles, and outright derision in regular social circles.But Burroughs is a wonderful pulp writer. (if you think I mean "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/946072633221488376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=946072633221488376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/946072633221488376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/946072633221488376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/much-neglected-author-i-suspect-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6058993041848404186</id><published>2008-01-09T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:35:09.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading one of the oddest  books I've ever encountered (other books on the list include The High House,  Canticle for Leibowitz, the books of Charles Williams and George McDonald, Dune,  etc). It is also, like the other books on the list, one of the best books I have  ever read. The book is Eifelheim, by Michael Flynn. The book has a rather bizarre premise; it  tends to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6058993041848404186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6058993041848404186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6058993041848404186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6058993041848404186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/book-review-eifelheim.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7016375465939222484</id><published>2008-01-05T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:21:51.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vote for my LOLcats!http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?Maiturfuiso128440732631093750.jpghttp://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?gotstasneez128440733740156250.jpghttp://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?3WiseKittehs128440735130468750.jpghttp://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?uisgettindesp128440738334687500.jpghttp://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7016375465939222484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7016375465939222484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7016375465939222484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7016375465939222484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/vote-for-my-lolcats-httpmine.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4556816317299100981</id><published>2007-12-28T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:04:49.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was a young child, perhaps 7, I attended a church service that affected me deeply. It was around New Year's, and the pastor read aloud the names of those in the congregation who had died the previous year. After he had read the list, a soloist sang a song that almost made me cry with its loveliness and sentiment; I made a point to memorize the song. It is my practice to think of this song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4556816317299100981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4556816317299100981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4556816317299100981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4556816317299100981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-i-was-young-child-perhaps-7-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8024660618465745875</id><published>2007-12-25T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:55:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8024660618465745875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8024660618465745875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8024660618465745875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8024660618465745875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7094352554564713020</id><published>2007-12-21T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:23:11.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moar funny pictures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7094352554564713020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7094352554564713020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7094352554564713020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7094352554564713020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/moar-funny-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-400416934800958670</id><published>2007-12-19T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:31:13.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking lately about my  co-worker. She is a very devout follower of a religion that I consider to be a  false one, but I simply have to admire her actions. In the office she never  participates in any of the holiday celebrations, since they are not observed by  her faith tradition, but she never makes a big deal about it, either. The office  radio is right behind her, and she never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/400416934800958670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=400416934800958670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/400416934800958670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/400416934800958670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4245494635959179484</id><published>2007-12-18T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:47:59.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Master</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I really am going to try to keep up with  my blog.   For those of you who don't know, on  Saturday, I went to a community theatre performance in South Pasadena. There  were only 80 seats in the theatre, so it was a pretty intimate crowd. The plays  performed were based on short stories by my favorite living author(and one of my  tope three fav of all time), Ray Bradbury. Mr. Bradbury himself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4245494635959179484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4245494635959179484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4245494635959179484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4245494635959179484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/meeting-master.html' title='Meeting the Master'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2350040022576658748</id><published>2007-12-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:02:23.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Is A Dark Night?</title><summary type='text'>I met him on a blustery day in late October.  I was sitting on a bus stop bench, reading the day's newspaper, trying to ignore  the damp chill sinking into my bones. The South is incredibly beautiful, but  humid beyond my usual tolerance. It was a gray overcast day, so I was surprised  to see a thin young man wearing sunglasses walk out of a coffee shop across the  street. His green scarf was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2350040022576658748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2350040022576658748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2350040022576658748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2350040022576658748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-color-is-dark-night.html' title='What Color Is A Dark Night?'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8353022949085035201</id><published>2007-11-26T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:48:40.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Announcment</title><summary type='text'>Last night, at approximately 9:33pm, I hit  the golden 100,000 words on my novel.    Oh. Yeah. Baby.   http://www.viddler.com/explore/SaintJoi/videos/63/ingroup/nanowrimo/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8353022949085035201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8353022949085035201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8353022949085035201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8353022949085035201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/11/announcment.html' title='An Announcment'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-909347636199369301</id><published>2007-11-13T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:39:53.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for absence...</title><summary type='text'>...but I've been busy noveling. My current  wordcount is 55,000 words. In 12 days. For anyone who doesn't know, that's  flipping insane. My brain is starting to feel a little fried right now, but no  more than usual for NaNo. That's kind of the scary thing--writing an average of  5000 words a day has not been that difficult. It takes effort of course, and  some days it takes a lot to push through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/909347636199369301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=909347636199369301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/909347636199369301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/909347636199369301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-for-absence.html' title='Sorry for absence...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2290358492576616477</id><published>2007-11-05T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:10:17.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....many....ideas....</title><summary type='text'>This is getting distracting...you ever see a  fractal? I feel like my story is like that: whenever I look at a part of it that  looks simple, it suddenly into this complex thing with way more history and  story than will ever appear in the novel. Yikes.   I've decided what my novel is like: think  Swiftly Tilting Planet meets Babylon 5. That sums it up oddly well, actually.  I've got things very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2290358492576616477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2290358492576616477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2290358492576616477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2290358492576616477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/11/somanyideas.html' title='So....many....ideas....'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4715250341933008298</id><published>2007-10-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:50:50.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 HOURS</title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I'm dying to start writing!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4715250341933008298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4715250341933008298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4715250341933008298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4715250341933008298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/14-hours.html' title='14 HOURS'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2693986897693324441</id><published>2007-10-23T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:01:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2693986897693324441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2693986897693324441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2693986897693324441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2693986897693324441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/Rx5yzNyXSjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kb9jo63WWDU/s72-c/nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6668165172871938363</id><published>2007-10-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:10:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*headdesk*</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6668165172871938363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6668165172871938363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6668165172871938363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6668165172871938363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/headdesk.html' title='*headdesk*'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6630210775408548413</id><published>2007-10-16T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:50:07.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like Richard Lederer</title><summary type='text'>You'll love this book! http://www.lulu.com/content/1310566   NaNoisms, compiled by Wrimos.    NaNoism: to quote one Wrimo: "A cross  between a typo and a grenade. A normal typo is just annoying, but a NaNoism is a  typo that smashes everything in the vicinity into nonsense."   Wrimo: participant of NaNoWriMo   Examples: "Adam ran through the chicken and  bumped into Justian. " "-- the highest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6630210775408548413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6630210775408548413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6630210775408548413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6630210775408548413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-like-richard-lederer.html' title='If you like Richard Lederer'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8625878491067688091</id><published>2007-10-16T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:45:36.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastafari!</title><summary type='text'>I love the NaNo forums...   We have the Christian thread, the atheist  thread, the agnostic thread....   And now the Pastafarian thread. All hail the  noodley appendage!   I love the NaNo  forums.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8625878491067688091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8625878491067688091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8625878491067688091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8625878491067688091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/pastafari.html' title='Pastafari!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6870891775895346052</id><published>2007-10-12T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:12:55.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeeeeee again!</title><summary type='text'>Payday! This means I can finally donate to  NaNoWriMo and get a pack of merit badges! Huzzah for the halo!    Yes, I know I am making no sense. It's the  pre-November incoherency.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6870891775895346052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6870891775895346052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6870891775895346052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6870891775895346052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/squeeeeee-again.html' title='Squeeeeee again!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6342175879348227522</id><published>2007-10-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:40:07.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a lovely few hours in the kitchen  earlier in the week, I've decided that I want to learn how to can fruits and  veggies! Fortunately, it looks like the boiling water bath method will do what I  need, so I won't have to mess with a pressure canner. Huzzah! I love the idea of  making my own preserves! Even better if I can learn how to do it by Christmas  and give some as gifts.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6342175879348227522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6342175879348227522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6342175879348227522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6342175879348227522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-lovely-few-hours-in-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7175168794400517124</id><published>2007-10-10T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:05:39.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/pixar-developing-john-carter-of-mars-trilogy/   This makes me so happy! Dejah Thoris done by  Pixar! John Carter on the big screen!   *bounces around in happy little  circles*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7175168794400517124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7175168794400517124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7175168794400517124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7175168794400517124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2836954416926681445</id><published>2007-10-08T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:30:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the oddest pleasures of NaNoWriMo is  that you have no life during November. This sounds weird; why is it so much fun  to spend practically every spare moment working like crazy on a book that will  almost certainly never be published, and only rarely seen by anyone  else?   The death of your social life means that you  end up very focused for one month. It's astounding what you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2836954416926681445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2836954416926681445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2836954416926681445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2836954416926681445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-oddest-pleasures-of-nanowrimo-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8457625234413584049</id><published>2007-10-08T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:25:37.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If any one ever needs a gift idea for me,  I'm trying to collect the works of Chesterton, published by Ignatius Press. The  only volume I have so far is the one with Francis of Assisi, The  Everlasting Man, and Thomas Aquinas.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8457625234413584049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8457625234413584049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8457625234413584049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8457625234413584049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-any-one-ever-needs-gift-idea-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7694797558114260759</id><published>2007-10-05T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:26:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's Friday when...</title><summary type='text'>...your boss and the IT guy get into a war  seeing whose little plastic Halloween witch has the scariest  cackle.   So not  kidding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7694797558114260759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7694797558114260759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7694797558114260759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7694797558114260759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-its-friday-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s Friday when...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1878981640237435469</id><published>2007-10-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:22:24.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick post, to let everyone know about a very cool webcomic: www.crimsondark.comNicely done, great dialogue, intriguing story, and one of the most gorgeous ships I've ever seen: the Niobe. Go check it out! (And thanks to Adam for the heads-up!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1878981640237435469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1878981640237435469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1878981640237435469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1878981640237435469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-quick-post-to-let-everyone-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-219549761876661048</id><published>2007-10-04T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:07:24.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This NaNo is making my head hurt!</title><summary type='text'>  I have cavemen, an Atlantis-like island, a  watery world with few continents, 2 renaissances, future guilds of evil  historians, and at least 200,000 years of history, economics, ecology, and  geology to juggle!!    AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   (This is either going to be a ridiculously  fun story, or ridiculously excruciating.....)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/219549761876661048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=219549761876661048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/219549761876661048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/219549761876661048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-nano-is-making-my-head-hurt.html' title='This NaNo is making my head hurt!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6082813778540630295</id><published>2007-10-02T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:31:46.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>IT'S BACK!!! The site is back up, ready for  signups!!! Only one month till insanity!  Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances the dance of joy*  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6082813778540630295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6082813778540630295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6082813778540630295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6082813778540630295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/nano.html' title='NANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-500003236139666971</id><published>2007-10-01T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:21:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha!!! I rule! Shiny! *dances the dance of joy*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/500003236139666971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=500003236139666971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/500003236139666971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/500003236139666971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/ha-i-rule-shiny-dances-dance-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4741892640808024964</id><published>2007-10-01T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:01:21.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so awesome."Your hair is reminiscent of a self-digesting yak in heat."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4741892640808024964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4741892640808024964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4741892640808024964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4741892640808024964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6015391412976415131</id><published>2007-10-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:25:22.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Joi. Want Tarzan!</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend, I got to sit and read the  first few pages of Tarzan (reading Princess of Mars made me want to read more of  Edgar Rice Burroughs' work). Talk about a rollicking good tale! It seemed like a  very entertaining book, and even in that short section had one line that made me  laugh out loud! I'm hoping to read the whole thing soon, and go on to reading  more of his work. I haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6015391412976415131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6015391412976415131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6015391412976415131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6015391412976415131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-joi-want-tarzan.html' title='Me Joi. Want Tarzan!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7859136100034772836</id><published>2007-09-26T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:06:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how soothing a cup of hot,  sweet, strong tea can be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7859136100034772836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7859136100034772836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7859136100034772836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7859136100034772836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-amazing-how-soothing-cup-of-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1139019100002811132</id><published>2007-09-24T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:21:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Pulp</title><summary type='text'>I have been reading  Edgar Rice Burroughs' Princess of Mars lately. ERB tends to get laughed off a  bit, since he authored Tarzan, and most people don't even know about his  sci-fi.   Why didn't anyone  tell me that Burroughs is such a good writer?? I don't think I've enjoyed a pulp  book this much since I went on my H. Rider Haggard jag! (and yes, I loved both  She and King Solomon's Mines.)    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1139019100002811132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1139019100002811132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1139019100002811132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1139019100002811132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/joys-of-pulp.html' title='The Joys of Pulp'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8285165455266336630</id><published>2007-09-20T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:57:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I got a gift card  to Barnes and Noble, and decided to get a whole stack of books yesterday. I went  into my two favorite sections (Literature and SciFi/Fantasy) and ended up with  these:   I Am Charlotte  Simmons, by Tom Wolfe   The Idiot, by  Dostoyevsky   Princess of Mars, by  Edgar Rice Burroughs   Shadow and Claw: The  First Hal of the Book of the New Sun (two books in one volume) by Gene</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8285165455266336630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8285165455266336630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8285165455266336630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8285165455266336630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/books.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-723461041505620155</id><published>2007-09-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:33:02.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><summary type='text'>The first movie  poster for Prince Caspian! It gives me the shivers just to look at  it!   http://www.cinematical.com/2007/09/17/exclusive-the-chronicles-of-narnia-prince-caspian-official-o/  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/723461041505620155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=723461041505620155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/723461041505620155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/723461041505620155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4037085565689836853</id><published>2007-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:59:03.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*blushing furiously*</title><summary type='text'>So, as some of you  know, I recently concluded a practical joke (for lack of a better term) that  lasted a little over a year. Now, this wasn't a mean type of joke; it actually  involved anonymously giving gifts to people at my workplace. (No, I'm not giving  more details than that)  At a recent company-wide meeting, I had finally  revealed then identity of the secret giver, causing much uproar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4037085565689836853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4037085565689836853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4037085565689836853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4037085565689836853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/blushing-furiously.html' title='*blushing furiously*'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-375758742882785179</id><published>2007-09-19T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:58:20.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrrrrrr!</title><summary type='text'>It be National Talk  Like A Pirate Day today! Tell all ye mateys!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/375758742882785179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=375758742882785179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/375758742882785179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/375758742882785179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/arrrrrrrrr.html' title='Arrrrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-7777465370656710181</id><published>2007-09-18T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:40:16.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>It's started....I'm  in a Christmas mood. I have no idea why. Maybe it's the predicted rain this  weekend, maybe it's the idea that I could get an actual Christmas tree this  year, who knows....But I'm in a Christmasy mood!   Now, where did that  Joni Mitchell CD go, I want to listen to River......  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7777465370656710181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=7777465370656710181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7777465370656710181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/7777465370656710181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8861375451104906821</id><published>2007-09-18T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:14:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite blog</title><summary type='text'>This blog is  probably my favorite blog right now. It's excellently written, often funny, and  always worthwhile. Here's the great post from today:   http://johncwright.livejournal.com/119334.html#cutid1    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8861375451104906821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8861375451104906821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8861375451104906821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8861375451104906821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favorite-blog.html' title='My favorite blog'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-376253163562758649</id><published>2007-09-18T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:02:10.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving day?</title><summary type='text'>Hello all! My sister  may be visiting me this Thanksgiving Day, and we are looking for someone to  share it with! I'm perfectly happy to have the meal and my house and do the  turkey, if someone else (or lots of people; heck, I'd be happy if a bunch of  people wanted to show up) wants to join us and bring side dishes.     Let me know if  you're interested!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/376253163562758649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=376253163562758649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/376253163562758649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/376253163562758649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving day?'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6596904252828496324</id><published>2007-09-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:33:08.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarkovsky</title><summary type='text'>About a year ago, a  lot of people from a certain Torrey class became obsessed with the Russian  filmmaker Tarkovsky. I was not one of them; I have to date only seen one of his  films (Andrei Rublyev, which I loved). However, on faith, I purchased the book  he wrote about his films and art in general. It is fantastic. He has quite a few  really excellent things to say. He maintains that art </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6596904252828496324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6596904252828496324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6596904252828496324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6596904252828496324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/tarkovsky.html' title='Tarkovsky'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3606680147291458118</id><published>2007-09-13T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:54:41.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's vacation</title><summary type='text'>As most of my  readers know, my dad took a vacation and came out to visit me: his account of it  is here: http://tuliacoc.livejournal.com/   And he's right; we  see the LA area through totally different eyes. Even after 7 years, I love it  out here as much as ever. I love being able to hop on the freeway and see a show  in LA. I love being able to hang out at Forest Lawn. I love being so near to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3606680147291458118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3606680147291458118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3606680147291458118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3606680147291458118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/dads-vacation.html' title='Dad&apos;s vacation'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-5103659793127196298</id><published>2007-09-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:37:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night was weird</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was not a  great day for me. I was tired, and somewhat depressed (note: this is very normal  for me, just annoying) and by the time I got to Bible study, I was not in any  mood to be around large groups of people.    I was too shy to  share my struggle in the time for prayer requests (maybe next week), but prayed  anyway that God would get me out of myself (oh dang that sounds so weird </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5103659793127196298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=5103659793127196298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5103659793127196298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5103659793127196298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-night-was-weird.html' title='Last night was weird'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8581170570934857415</id><published>2007-09-12T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:58:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMmmmmmm...</title><summary type='text'>*munches*  liquor-filled chocolate cake......yummy.....   Good thing I brought  the leftovers of the cake to work. If it stayed in my house I'd eat it  all!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8581170570934857415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8581170570934857415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8581170570934857415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8581170570934857415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/mmmmmmmmmm.html' title='MMMMmmmmmm...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2779876057481266579</id><published>2007-09-12T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:57:25.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone like Frankie Valli?</title><summary type='text'>Jersey Boys is going  to the OC Performing Arts center, and the nosebleed seats are only about $30!  Anyone want to go with me???   (what do you mean,  you don't know who Frankie Valli is?  Everybody knows who Frankie Valli  is!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2779876057481266579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2779876057481266579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2779876057481266579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2779876057481266579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/anyone-like-frankie-valli.html' title='Anyone like Frankie Valli?'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8512425376939733459</id><published>2007-09-11T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:17:10.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know...</title><summary type='text'>...that you are a geek and your friends are  all geeks when:   you go to the store  to get fish to make fish and chips, and all three of you stand in front of the  frozen fish freezer, reciting Lewis Carroll's "Lobster  Quadrille":   "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a  snail."There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my  tail.See how eagerly the lobsters and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8512425376939733459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8512425376939733459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8512425376939733459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8512425376939733459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know.html' title='you know...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8568199679778737966</id><published>2007-09-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:29:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Russian Cake...</title><summary type='text'>..is exactly what it  sounds like. It's yellow cake mix, with chocolate pudding mix stirred in, 1/4  cup each of Kahlua and vodka, and a glaze made of butter, sugar, and rum.     It's delicious.     (the recipe is in  the Red Hat Society cookbook. The cookbook is almost worth it just for this cake  alone)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8568199679778737966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8568199679778737966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8568199679778737966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8568199679778737966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-russian-cake.html' title='Black Russian Cake...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-667257977809221443</id><published>2007-09-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:01:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is September 11</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure you  remember where you were. You may even remember the time. I do. My roommate's  mother called her to tell her to turn on the TV: I rolled over sleepily, and  looked at the clock. 7:32 am. We turn on the tv, just in time to see the second  tower fall. No-one knew what was happening, only that it hadn't been an  accident. My roommate calls her boyfriend: he is panicked because his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/667257977809221443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=667257977809221443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/667257977809221443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/667257977809221443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-september-11.html' title='Today is September 11'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3971893277837168431</id><published>2007-09-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:14:03.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeleine L'Engle is dead</title><summary type='text'>I'd been expecting  this for a while; I knew her health hadn't been good. But I'm still sad. It's  hard to accept that someone who taught me so much about life is dead.     I think I picked up  Wrinkle In Time when I was 10 or 11. I knew I'd never read anything like it  before, and read straight through the whole Time series. Some of her books, I  had to grow into (An Acceptable Time, and Many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3971893277837168431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3971893277837168431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3971893277837168431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3971893277837168431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/madeleine-lengle-is-dead.html' title='Madeleine L&apos;Engle is dead'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-755777592974417009</id><published>2007-09-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:25:17.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey hairs and henna</title><summary type='text'>I colored my hair  with henna a few months ago; I'm a big fan of henna body art, and had heart it  does marvelous things for the hair. It did make my hair very shiny, along with  intensifying the red tones in my hair.    Also, I wanted to  cover up a few grey hairs that I had recently found.    Of course, the  problem with coloring to cover up grey is obvious: you have to keep doing it  regularly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/755777592974417009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=755777592974417009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/755777592974417009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/755777592974417009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/grey-hairs-and-henna.html' title='Grey hairs and henna'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-293327148853877011</id><published>2007-09-06T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:54:50.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a Long(ish) Absence</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for not  blogging much lately; my dad has been visiting, and I haven't gotten on-line  much. Hope to be blogging vacation photos sometime soon! Although come to think  of it, I think my dad has most of the pictures...   Anyhow. Dad got here  on Wednesday, so we didn't do much that day: I took half the day off work,  picked dad up at the airport, then stopped back by work to show him the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/293327148853877011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=293327148853877011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/293327148853877011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/293327148853877011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-longish-absence.html' title='Back from a Long(ish) Absence'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8008894908539884883</id><published>2007-08-30T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:01:25.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is she not the CUTEST BABY EVER??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8008894908539884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8008894908539884883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8008894908539884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8008894908539884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-she-not-cutest-baby-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/Rtb0FXjlyHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e32VGfsBkn0/s72-c/lucyring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8963786329790869055</id><published>2007-08-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:18:42.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZIM!</title><summary type='text'>And the award for  most disturbing, odd, over-the-top, hysterical cartoon goes to....Invader  Zim!   I got the first disk  from Netflix yesterday...so funny!    Miss Bitters: "Zim,  there's a pigeon on your head. You have head pigeons. Go see the  nurse."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8963786329790869055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8963786329790869055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8963786329790869055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8963786329790869055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/zim.html' title='ZIM!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6104607095917328025</id><published>2007-08-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:25:18.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidgety</title><summary type='text'>My wo-workers think  I'm funny today, because I'm so fidgedty (how DO you spell that word?). Can't  wait till 1, when I get off work and go pick up my dad from the airport, yay!  Stupid time, doesn't go by fast enough....*fidget  fidget*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6104607095917328025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6104607095917328025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6104607095917328025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6104607095917328025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/fidgety.html' title='Fidgety'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6374993763843148645</id><published>2007-08-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:40:37.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be getting close to November...</title><summary type='text'>...little plot and  world creation things keep popping into my head.    For instance, I've  realized that my evil historian will have names for ages, but since he is so far  in the future, his names for different ages will probably be different from  ours. For instance, we call our current age the Information Age. He will refer  to it, and several hundred years after now, as "The Age of Isolation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6374993763843148645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6374993763843148645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6374993763843148645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6374993763843148645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-must-be-getting-close-to-november.html' title='It must be getting close to November...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3534616374051949894</id><published>2007-08-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:49:22.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing with my random thoughts...</title><summary type='text'>...this song has  been running through my head a lot lately. I like the song a lot, but it took a  while for me to like it at all. I'm no huge fan of Michael W. Smith, but I do  think his music of late is a lot better than the songs that built his career  (for instance, the song Friends Are Friends Forever should be taken out and  shot. And burned.)   But this one...this  one is good...My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3534616374051949894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3534616374051949894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3534616374051949894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3534616374051949894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/continuing-with-my-random-thoughts.html' title='Continuing with my random thoughts...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6546198581398762111</id><published>2007-08-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:01:28.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever had a daugher....</title><summary type='text'>...I'd be sorely  tempted to make her middle name Mevrian.    The lady Mevrian is  one of the most noble women I have ever encountered in the lovely land of  fiction.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6546198581398762111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6546198581398762111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6546198581398762111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6546198581398762111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-ever-had-daugher.html' title='If I ever had a daugher....'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-996741607610760716</id><published>2007-08-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:51:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who'da thunk it?</title><summary type='text'>About 2 years ago, I  read a book that really impacted me: Wendy Shalit's controversial A Return to  Modesty. Now, many people think that this book is why i started wearing long  skirts and growing my hair out: Not true! I started growing my hair about 6  years ago, and started wearing my skirts a good 6 months before reading Shalit's  book (which, incidentally, does not necessarily proscribe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/996741607610760716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=996741607610760716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/996741607610760716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/996741607610760716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoda-thunk-it.html' title='Who&apos;da thunk it?'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4602367329802417570</id><published>2007-08-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:05:54.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith like a child</title><summary type='text'>Odd things have been  happening with me lately. I've been more nervous, more unsure about my  relationships with others, less sure about when my company was actually desired  and when it was merely tolerated, etc.    This made no sense  to me. I haven't been like this since I was about 11 or 12. I've got a job I  generally love, I'm in a great house, with a lovely private room, and a church  that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4602367329802417570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4602367329802417570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4602367329802417570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4602367329802417570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith like a child'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-3317972437135589877</id><published>2007-08-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:32:27.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a geek...</title><summary type='text'>If you think the  Mythbusters team is cooler than any set of actors in Hollywood.....you might be  a geek.   If you can watch ads  for new shows on the Science channel and think "OOh, I need to watch  that!".....you might be a geek.   If you get excited  over documentaries....you might be a geek.   If you can have an  entire conversation consisting of nothing but movie quotes.....you might be a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3317972437135589877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=3317972437135589877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3317972437135589877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/3317972437135589877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-might-be-geek.html' title='You might be a geek...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2302324553659153822</id><published>2007-08-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:22:37.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMmmmmm....</title><summary type='text'>Alpine Vanilla  non-fat frozen yogurt. It does a body good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2302324553659153822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2302324553659153822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2302324553659153822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2302324553659153822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmmmmmm.html' title='MMMMmmmmm....'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-5205561695426029186</id><published>2007-08-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:02:12.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Published...and I didn't even know!</title><summary type='text'>So as many of you  know, Wendy Shalit, author of Return to Modesty, is one of my very favorite  authors. I read her blog, and sometimes comment on it. I was FINALLY able to  locate a copy of her latest book, Girls Gone Mild, and settled down to read it  on Saturday. Lo and behold, when I reached chapter 5, and began reading the  quote at the top of the page, I realized it was mine! That just made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5205561695426029186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=5205561695426029186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5205561695426029186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/5205561695426029186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/publishedand-i-didnt-even-know.html' title='Published...and I didn&apos;t even know!'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1013456927039883198</id><published>2007-08-18T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:33:13.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do these results suprise ANYbody?? :) No, I NEVER would have guessed that I'm a complete introvert!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1013456927039883198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1013456927039883198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1013456927039883198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1013456927039883198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-these-results-suprise-anybody-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4811012768928363724</id><published>2007-08-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:09:17.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Latin</title><summary type='text'>So I've been  studying Wheelock's Latin lately. It's really tough; people who know me know  that I am no great shakes at languages, though I do ok with the written word.  Also, my last real language training (A Beka grammar) was probably 8 or 9 years  ago; it takes me a while to remember how an indirect object functions in the  sentence. So yeah, it's pretty tough for me.   It's also an amazing  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4811012768928363724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4811012768928363724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4811012768928363724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4811012768928363724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/learning-latin.html' title='Learning Latin'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-8408896007107860876</id><published>2007-08-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:49:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateSo we found out what happened to the dog food...Last week, when our air conditioning went out, the heat must have caused the dog food to eplode. All over the inside of a cabinet. We're not sure when the maggots moved in.Oh someone please tell me it's Friday already...(on the plus side, at least my X-files DVD is coming from Netflix today. On to season 2!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8408896007107860876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=8408896007107860876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8408896007107860876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/8408896007107860876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-so-we-found-out-what-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-2271902708977144998</id><published>2007-08-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:08:47.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days I hate this job.</title><summary type='text'>There's been an odd  icky smell in the office for the past few days. No-one could figure out what it  was.    Well, today we found  it.   Maggoty dog  food.   So now we have the  door to our call center closed, and we're all smearing scented lotion on our  hands and faces to try to block the smell.    SIGH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2271902708977144998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=2271902708977144998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2271902708977144998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/2271902708977144998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-days-i-hate-this-job.html' title='Some days I hate this job.'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-4049652901268118638</id><published>2007-08-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:58:14.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Co-worker: *setting  her purse on her desk during her lunch break* I'm gonna leave this in here; the  table's crowded, and I don't want to put it on the floor of the lunchroom in  case there's a mouse.   Supervisor: What?  There's a mouse in there??   Co-worker: I don't  know, I just don't want to chance it.                        Later....   Me, to coworker: So,  no mouse attacks during lunch?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4049652901268118638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=4049652901268118638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4049652901268118638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/4049652901268118638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/co-worker-setting-her-purse-on-her-desk.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1623099866296536595</id><published>2007-08-14T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:01:49.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So, what did you learn in school?"</title><summary type='text'>Most people who were  in Torrey HATE this question. We have no list of things to recite, because the  method and content of our education is not conducive to it. When a classical  education works, it sinks in deeply, and becomes a part of the person, not just  a compartment in his mind.   But, I finally found  a decent answer to the question! I ran across a quote in an excellent fantasy  book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1623099866296536595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1623099866296536595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1623099866296536595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1623099866296536595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-what-did-you-learn-in-school.html' title='&quot;So, what did you learn in school?&quot;'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6752658930552297837</id><published>2007-08-10T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:28:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain in the office stays mainly....in the office</title><summary type='text'>So, it finally stopped raining in the office.   Turns out that someone had left the ancient air conditioner running overnight, and it froze up. We couldn’t turn it down, it kept blowing cool air, and letting water seep into the floor tiles.   Oh, and the fridge and water cooler had leaks too. “Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink.”  So we shut off the power to the A/C, and set up as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6752658930552297837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6752658930552297837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6752658930552297837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6752658930552297837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-in-office-stays-mainlyin-office.html' title='The rain in the office stays mainly....in the office'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-6938429464662152741</id><published>2007-08-10T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:34:53.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still at a different computer at work. The ceiling is repaired, but we still can't turn on the a/c. So to face the heat today I wore a fancy tank top and jeans.   I've never worn jeans or pants to work before.   My co-workers were slightly shocked, and made me stand up so they could see. :)  It was funny. How many other girls get such a reaction from wearing jeans? Hehehehe.         Be a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6938429464662152741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=6938429464662152741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6938429464662152741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/6938429464662152741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-at-different-computer-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072518.post-1057843266832001957</id><published>2007-08-09T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:55:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>    So the rain in our office made us turn off the a/c, and move the computers away from the rain. So, I don't have my work email, don't know for how long. Please send all emails to tinidril_of_perelandra@yahoo.com for now. Thank you!       Yahoo! oneSearch: Finally,  mobile search  that gives answers, not web links.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1057843266832001957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072518&amp;postID=1057843266832001957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1057843266832001957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072518/posts/default/1057843266832001957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeaway.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07757013732505715189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd7SuQbfBsA/SO7nt3BgkLI/AAAAAAAAACY/YvaghQXcdAg/S220/bunavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
