<?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-5106938</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:25:28.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you reading this anyway?</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts from a confused person</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-111168937831325699</id><published>2005-03-24T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:36:18.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fine, im posting.  I've been mainly doing my posts on 5CG lately, since nobody else seems to think they need to post there.  Anyway, since Chris is barking out orders, I shall do the same.  Chris, you need to change the template of 5CG so that we have our pictures.  I command it of you!  Only if you want to though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/111168937831325699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=111168937831325699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/111168937831325699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/111168937831325699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/03/fine-im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110883911816594042</id><published>2005-02-19T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:52:39.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the complete opposite end of the specturum as my last post, 5 Crazy Guys is now, once again, a thing of reality.  In this version 2.0 I assure the an improved amount of craziness with the same number of guys.  Each guy, after at least a full year more schooling, will produce on average 25% more craziness than before.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110883911816594042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110883911816594042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110883911816594042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110883911816594042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-complete-opposite-end-of-specturum.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110790009876053132</id><published>2005-02-08T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:01:38.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems blogging (as far as I know it) has come to a complete standstill.  The few blogs that I do check have all stopped posting (sadly, including my own) for the past week or so.  I haven't really had anything interesting to post about, which is my excuse, either that or I'm just not creative enough to think of something to post about.  I still do want to make a movie, but I have nobody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110790009876053132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110790009876053132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110790009876053132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110790009876053132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-seems-blogging-as-far-as-i-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110625978790606492</id><published>2005-01-20T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:23:07.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work is being really boring today.  I've been here since 12:30 and I still can't leave for another 45 minutes.  I spent most of my time today playing games at Action Corp playing the games.  I got the top score on one of the games and a second place score on another.  There is no beating the high score on the game I am #1 on because it is the highest possible score.  Anyway, I have been meaning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110625978790606492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110625978790606492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110625978790606492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110625978790606492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/01/work-is-being-really-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110594770556774569</id><published>2005-01-17T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T01:41:45.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I saw a movie today, which I tend to do often, but since I have nothing better to do, I will critique it (or do a "review" as we in the business call it).  Unfortunately, I deleted the program I made to create the Movie In Review posts for me, so I will make this simple.  The Life Aquatic is good.   I hope you all enjoyed my movie review.  I may be a little rusty, but I feel this review is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110594770556774569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110594770556774569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110594770556774569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110594770556774569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-saw-movie-today-which-i-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110575084041935629</id><published>2005-01-14T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:00:59.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to use my spare time doing somethign useful, like possibly making a crappy movie of some sort. I dont have any ideas yet, but if anyone wants to be a part in it (i.e. acting/idea-ing) let me know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110575084041935629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110575084041935629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110575084041935629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110575084041935629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-would-like-to-use-my-spare-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110575076138735596</id><published>2005-01-14T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:59:21.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my World Cultures class I came to a great revalation.  You see, I spent all the time last semester thinking about how well I had reformed as a student in college after spending 4 years as more of the lack of a student in high school.  In my classes, I was astounded to see myself pull out a pencil and paper whenever the professor was speaking over the topic at hand, in shock of my own actions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110575076138735596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110575076138735596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110575076138735596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110575076138735596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-my-world-cultures-class-i-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110482116932303551</id><published>2005-01-04T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:46:09.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now Christmas has come and past and the new year has begun.  This kinda makes me sad because I finally got used to putting 2004 on things.  I spent my break by working at the ever-exciting Showplace Cinemas and while not working I was busy spending time to help nurse the lovely Breyanna back to health after her Septoplasty surgery.  She is doing very well and I like to think that I played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110482116932303551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110482116932303551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110482116932303551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110482116932303551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-now-christmas-has-come-and-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110240863140519622</id><published>2004-12-06T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T02:37:11.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well im glad to see there is a vast number (2) of people that noticed my reignited existence.  finals draw near and i cant help but feel relieved.  maybe its because on wednesday (on which i normally have 5 classes) i have the day completely off for the start of finals since i have none that day.  it could also be because i wont have to write any papers or do any homework for a little while.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110240863140519622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110240863140519622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110240863140519622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110240863140519622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-im-glad-to-see-there-is-vast.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110211737888820573</id><published>2004-12-03T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:42:58.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I would start posting again but I don't see the point in it if nobody is reading, so if you are checking my site still put a comment and let me know and then I may feel inspired to begin writing again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110211737888820573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110211737888820573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110211737888820573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110211737888820573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-i-would-start-posting-again-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-110192618624336435</id><published>2004-12-01T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:36:26.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have recently decided to start taking up this blogging stuff again.  It's been quite a while so I'll fill you in on what you've missed.  I am nearing the end of my first semester at the University of Evansville.  It is really great here and anyone who wants to can visit me and keep me company and lose to me in video games (or perhaps fight alongside me in Halo or Halo 2.  Anyway, I'm working at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/110192618624336435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=110192618624336435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110192618624336435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/110192618624336435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-recently-decided-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-108433673768601</id><published>2004-05-11T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T23:38:57.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems that 5 Crazy Guys is up again, however there is no access allowed at this time aside from our site's glorious administrator who is all powerful and very kind to allow our existance to coexist with his humbled greatness.  Perhaps someday I will be allowed to post on there again... who knows.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/108433673768601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=108433673768601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/108433673768601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/108433673768601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-seems-that-5-crazy-guys-is-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-107582165225540047</id><published>2004-02-03T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T09:26:45.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it has been a long time since I last posted.  I have decided that in order to keep myself posting I should post about my viewpoints instead of actual events.  I believe that this way, as long as I can think of anything, I will have something to write about.  Today will be the beginning of actual ranting instead of storytelling.  I really do hope it is interesting.Television&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/107582165225540047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=107582165225540047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107582165225540047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107582165225540047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-it-has-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-107204877981379946</id><published>2003-12-21T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T17:20:58.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peter is under 21, while my sister and her fiancee are over 21, thus making them allowed to drink alcohol and Peter not.  Jenn had a sip left in her drink and left it for Peter to drink when she went to the bathroom.  Peter took a sip of it and cops swarmed the building.  Bryan, being the only person at the table over 21, was found legally responsible for all alcohol at the table and therefore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/107204877981379946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=107204877981379946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107204877981379946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107204877981379946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/12/peter-is-under-21-while-my-sister-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-107068792582655424</id><published>2003-12-05T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:19:44.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another interesting story... I'll make it short to not take up very much of your time...My sister Jenn and her fiancee Bryan stayed the night with my brother Peter at Notre Dame.  Long story short, Bryan is banned for life from ever setting foot on Notre Dame campus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/107068792582655424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=107068792582655424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107068792582655424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107068792582655424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/12/another-interesting-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-107068773520064000</id><published>2003-12-05T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:16:33.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I bought Morrowind the other day and I was playing it the other day a few days following that, or maybe it was the next day.  Anyway, I talked to this one guy for a way to earn some gold and he tells me about how this one guy is hiding money somewhere.  I go to this guy's house and I search all over the place, which is really pissing this guy off, you know, cause I just waltz into his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/107068773520064000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=107068773520064000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107068773520064000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/107068773520064000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/12/okay-so-i-bought-morrowind-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106964743461943788</id><published>2003-11-23T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:17:56.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Turnabout at Central taught me at least one thing, "I'll tell your waiter" is Italian for "I don't care and I won't tell anyone what you just said to me."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106964743461943788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106964743461943788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106964743461943788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106964743461943788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-turnabout-at-central-taught-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106791115621262731</id><published>2003-11-03T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:59:31.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actual conversation I heard tonight at Chilie's :Child: "Couldn't you just use the shoulder blades for that?"Man: "Well, you could, but the ribs are alot easier to get to."I am so confused.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106791115621262731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106791115621262731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106791115621262731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106791115621262731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/11/actual-conversation-i-heard-tonight-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106749141435494539</id><published>2003-10-29T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:26:03.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Timz Guide 2 CommentzOkay, there really was no reason behind the horrible grammer there.  I just thought I'd spice things up a bit.  Here is a simple step-by-step guide to adding a comment on my blog since it seems that some people (Tony Asher) seem to be unable to complete this seemingly simple task.  Of course, it is not as simple as it seems.  Here is how to properly comment:Push the link to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106749141435494539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106749141435494539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106749141435494539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106749141435494539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/10/timz-guide-2-commentz-okay-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106714550439554148</id><published>2003-10-26T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T00:18:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am posting, yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106714550439554148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106714550439554148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106714550439554148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106714550439554148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-am-posting-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106598357039175845</id><published>2003-10-12T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:32:50.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notre Dame won!!  VV007 VV007 !!!!11!!!1!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106598357039175845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106598357039175845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106598357039175845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106598357039175845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/10/notre-dame-won-vv007-vv007-111.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106547467613946755</id><published>2003-10-06T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:11:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it just so happens, I haven't bought any DVDs in a long time.  In celebration, I got myself three new ones.  I am now the proud owner of Super Troopers, Arthur, and Scarface.  Right now I'm watching Super Troopers.  So far, so good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106547467613946755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106547467613946755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106547467613946755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106547467613946755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-it-just-so-happens-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106484845876636388</id><published>2003-09-29T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T10:14:54.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I thought I'd inform you all of a pattern I have noticed.  Every time I see Breyanna, my beloved Irish lose their next game.  It is kinda sad, but these are the sacrifices I am willing to make to see my girlfriend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106484845876636388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106484845876636388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106484845876636388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106484845876636388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-thought-id-inform-you-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106464546330980379</id><published>2003-09-27T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:53:37.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP Dearly beloved, we gather here today to mourn the loss of the one we all knew simply as "The Search."  It was 58 days old.  Born on the First of August in the year 2003, it brought intrigue into the lives of all those around it.  Millions... well, thousands... err.. a few people read intently as it grew day by day.  Now, on the twenty-sixth of September, 2003, it is dead.  The cause of death</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106464546330980379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106464546330980379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106464546330980379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106464546330980379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/rip-dearly-beloved-we-gather-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106441118593288726</id><published>2003-09-24T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T08:46:25.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I thought of something I could post about.  It got me all excited because I had something to say.  I think it was something interesting and intelligent, but it is gone now.  I have completely forgotten whatever it was I was going to say.  It was interesting though, so pretend I said something cool and smart, and you were really amazed by it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106441118593288726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106441118593288726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106441118593288726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106441118593288726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-thought-of-something-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106437805948759367</id><published>2003-09-23T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:34:19.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it seems I am getting promoted again.  That is new news.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106437805948759367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106437805948759367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106437805948759367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106437805948759367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-it-seems-i-am-getting-promoted.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106420429224789748</id><published>2003-09-21T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:18:25.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost wish I never askedGoodOldTK2: what was matt's motivation in "killings"Bates128: I said it was love and recengeGoodOldTK2: ok, and by recenge, you mean reVengeGoodOldTK2: or is it something ive never heard ofBates128: noBates128: recengeGoodOldTK2: okGoodOldTK2: like, to cenge againBates128: exacltyGoodOldTK2: makes senseBates128: occurs during necrophilliac sex :-DGoodOldTK2:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106420429224789748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106420429224789748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106420429224789748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106420429224789748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-almost-wish-i-never-asked-goodoldtk2.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106400447910017500</id><published>2003-09-19T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T15:47:58.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm sure I have something to post about.  Hmm.... I still like Breyanna, but that is nothing new so I can't talk about that.  School is still boring so I can't talk about that.  Notre Dame hasn't played again yet so I can't talk about that.  Really, I am sorry for not posting, but there isn't really much to post about.  Griff is back from his hiatus so why don't you go and read his new post,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106400447910017500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106400447910017500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106400447910017500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106400447910017500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-im-sure-i-have-something-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106355937484125014</id><published>2003-09-14T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T12:09:34.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so you know, I am highly disappointed in my beloved Irish's defeat yesterday at the hands of the Michigan Bastards.  Okay, so they aren't actually the Bastards of Michigan, but I think that should be their new mascot.  My family taped the game for me, but I assure you that the tape is no more.  I burned it until it was a small blob of plastic in my back yard.  There are also unconfirmed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106355937484125014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106355937484125014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106355937484125014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106355937484125014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/just-so-you-know-i-am-highly.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106347240142155392</id><published>2003-09-13T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T12:00:01.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To quote Miss Siagon, "Last night I spent a whole lifetime in paradise."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106347240142155392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106347240142155392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106347240142155392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106347240142155392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/to-quote-miss-siagon-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106328925588599028</id><published>2003-09-11T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:07:35.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is so very boring.  I wish it was Friday because then I would be about to go on my date with Breyanna.  I'm pretty excited about that.  Every time I talk to her, I get more excited about it.  I'm in my independant study computer class, and I did some coding and now I'm bored.  Last night, 5 of my friends were unusually at Quiznos when I went there.  The people were Melissa, Cati, Josh, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106328925588599028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106328925588599028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106328925588599028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106328925588599028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/school-is-so-very-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106308108955056578</id><published>2003-09-08T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T23:18:09.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm going ice skating on Friday.  I've only gone ice skating once before in my life.  I hope I don't fall on my ass alot and look like an idiot.  I'm going because it is what Breyanna and I have planned for our first personal meeting (when I say "Breyanna and I", I really mean just Breyanna).  I think she is a pretty cool person, or so she seems so far.  Plus, shes short, so shes officially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106308108955056578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106308108955056578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106308108955056578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106308108955056578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-im-going-ice-skating-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106298031970442893</id><published>2003-09-07T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:18:39.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now home from my trip.  The Notre Dame game was awesome, aside from the first half.  I was worried that this game was going to be the first Notre Dame loss that I had  been to in person, but we were able to pull through and win in a dramatic fashion.  For those of you who are assholes and don't watch illustrious Notre Dame football, we beat Washtington State 29-26 in overtime.  It was an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106298031970442893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106298031970442893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106298031970442893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106298031970442893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-am-now-home-from-my-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106264782479348497</id><published>2003-09-03T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T08:38:54.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Updating time.  First, I will cover the search as of Day 34.The Search: Day 34Thirty-four is much too high a number for this search.  Instead, I'm going to call it Month: 2 Day: 3.  Anyway, Month: 2 Day:3 has so far yeilded no results, but I have two prospects.  I have two because... well... that doubles my chances of success.  I'm sure we can all do simple math like that.Other Stuff:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106264782479348497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106264782479348497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106264782479348497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106264782479348497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/09/yay-updating-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106226721115431915</id><published>2003-08-30T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T13:13:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realized I had no link to Tony's Blog, but I fixed that problem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106226721115431915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106226721115431915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106226721115431915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106226721115431915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-just-realized-i-had-no-link-to-tonys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106207935388096142</id><published>2003-08-28T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T09:02:33.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a busy day today.  I am leaving "skoo"(as my counselor likes to pronounce it) at 2:30 so I can get my senior pictures taken.  Immediately following that, I must hurry over to my CIS116 Java class at IVY Tech.  Isn't that wonderful?  I get my pictures taken for being a senior in high school the same day as I have a college course.  Following that, I must hurry meself(gyar, I'm a pirate) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106207935388096142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106207935388096142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106207935388096142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106207935388096142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-have-busy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106185384349050647</id><published>2003-08-25T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:24:03.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I posted but it disappeared when I tried to publish it.  Anyway, it is day 28 of my search, and I met a girl named Christine who seems cool.  Not sure if I'm going to be capable of making something out of that though.  Also, I am a student at IVY Tech as well as North, so I will have some interesting stories about dumb people that go there.  Believe me, there's plenty of them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106185384349050647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106185384349050647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106185384349050647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106185384349050647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/well-i-posted-but-it-disappeared-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106132423372175153</id><published>2003-08-19T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T15:17:13.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm beginning to notice that nothing happens to me, or at least recently it hasn't.  I'm waiting for fate to open that big door of surprise and give me a present, or at least a challenge.  Instead, all it did was open the big door of Sigecom disconnecting me every 5 minutes.  That isn't really a present or a challenge.  it was just annoying.  I am continuously coming up with new parables and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106132423372175153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106132423372175153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106132423372175153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106132423372175153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/im-beginning-to-notice-that-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106101537642657691</id><published>2003-08-16T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T01:29:36.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate anything aged 13.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106101537642657691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106101537642657691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106101537642657691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106101537642657691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-hate-anything-aged-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106091027826669830</id><published>2003-08-14T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T20:22:27.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search: Day 14Nothing progressive has happened in the past several days.  There was an attempt that didn't quite work, but I think it might be for the best that way.  I don't much want to discuss it, however, so that's the best you are gonna get.  I'm still on the prowl [insert growl], of course, and I'm open for suggestions on girls that I might like that live in the greater Evansville </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106091027826669830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106091027826669830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106091027826669830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106091027826669830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-day-14-nothing-progressive.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106073679193575050</id><published>2003-08-12T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T20:06:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have adopted a new commenting system.  One that should actually... you know... work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106073679193575050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106073679193575050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106073679193575050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106073679193575050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-have-adopted-new-commenting-system.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106061644385793693</id><published>2003-08-11T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T10:40:43.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find school to not be very much fun.  I have decided to write the Timist Book of Wisdom.  It will mainly be random sayings that I will make up about life, but there will be stories too.  It wll be fun.  It will be in books separated, such as the book of Quiznos or the book of Work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106061644385793693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106061644385793693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106061644385793693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106061644385793693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-find-school-to-not-be-very-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106057319244195672</id><published>2003-08-10T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:39:52.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How sad, school is forcing me to try and go to sleep at a time before 11:00.  Nothing happened for day 10, so I might as well just skip it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106057319244195672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106057319244195672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106057319244195672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106057319244195672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/how-sad-school-is-forcing-me-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106053431606024729</id><published>2003-08-10T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T11:51:56.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a Boy!I work up this morning feeling a little sick.  I think I might be pregnant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106053431606024729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106053431606024729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106053431606024729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106053431606024729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/its-boy-i-work-up-this-morning-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106053427230095559</id><published>2003-08-10T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T11:51:12.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I refuse to write about Day 9.  Sorry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106053427230095559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106053427230095559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106053427230095559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106053427230095559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-refuse-to-write-about-day-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106042124032636472</id><published>2003-08-09T04:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T04:27:20.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 8Today was fun.  I got online and played KotOR for a while.  As I drifted into a state of nothingness from boredom, I received an IM from someone I had never heard of before.  She said she liked my page.  I dont think there's any way for anything to come out of it because she lives in California, but she seems really cool.  She has by far the most beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106042124032636472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106042124032636472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106042124032636472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106042124032636472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-8-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106037111530903297</id><published>2003-08-08T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:31:55.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 7I'm in the middle of playing KotOR, so this will be a quick update.  Nothing happened, I played D'n'D with Scott and some other people.  Uh, Oh, the fmv is over so I'm done with this post, back to KotOR.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106037111530903297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106037111530903297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106037111530903297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106037111530903297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-7-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106028585166332260</id><published>2003-08-07T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:50:51.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 6Well my internet went out at about 2 AM or so, which took away my ability to wite an update.  Here is an update as best as I can remember: I worked in the morning, and I met no girls there.  Went to Quiznos and was with Grandpa and Steve.  No girls were there either.  After that, we went to Wal-Mart and found a working copy of Knights of the Old Republic so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106028585166332260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106028585166332260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106028585166332260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106028585166332260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-6-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106015092630390596</id><published>2003-08-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T01:22:06.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 5I'm not sure what time I woke up, but I do remember that I actually got out of bed at about 3.  I wandered about my house for no reason until about 4:45 when I got in the shower to get ready for work at 5:30.  There were supposed to be 4 of us in concession tonight, but Nif called in sick for some reason.  It was okay though, because the two people I was stuck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106015092630390596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106015092630390596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106015092630390596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106015092630390596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-5-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-106007242088810325</id><published>2003-08-05T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T03:33:40.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 4Day 4 began strangely.  I had looked at the schedule wrong for work, and I thought that today was a day off for me.  I was wrong.  My sister Jenn woke me up at 11:00 telling me that Brandy from work had called and left a message saying that I was supposed to be at work at 10:15.  Obviously, I wasn't there.  I immediately rose from my slumber and got to work at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/106007242088810325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=106007242088810325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106007242088810325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/106007242088810325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-4-day-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105997738390748233</id><published>2003-08-04T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T01:09:43.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 3Yeah, day 3 yeilded the same results as the two before it.  It's okay because this is the stage in which people realize that I am officially on the prowl [insert growl noise here], and they can tell all their wonderful girl friends (by that, I mean friends that are girls, not their significant others) that I am open for suggestions.  I've been watching the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105997738390748233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105997738390748233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105997738390748233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105997738390748233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-3-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105989168035998373</id><published>2003-08-03T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:21:20.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend:  Day 2It is now Day 2 of my search.  Bill (Cati) has decided to play the role of "matchmaker" for me.  To this, I sang the song "matchmaker" from Fiddler on the Roof at her, and she laughed at me.  She was unable to find someone for me in the entire 6 hours I worked with her this morning so I don't think she's a very good matchmaker.  I had one almost conversation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105989168035998373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105989168035998373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105989168035998373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105989168035998373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-2-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105989115161903904</id><published>2003-08-03T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:12:31.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim's Search for a Girlfriend: Day 1At about 12:30 I decided that the reason behind my inability to find a better-half is because I never introduced myself into the game.  I announced myself as officially searching for someone, and I noted that the reason all my prior attempts had failed was that they were "unofficial" attempts.  Hopefully, my theories are correct and my search won't last very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105989115161903904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105989115161903904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105989115161903904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105989115161903904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/tims-search-for-girlfriend-day-1-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105976252126169766</id><published>2003-08-01T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:39:28.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did eventually get the triforce fixed on my neck, it ended up right-side-up and it had the master sword added to it.  Here's a pic of the final version: Also, because of certain reasons, Maggie would like for nobody to go to the Quiznos on Burkhardt ever again.  She will be stopping work there pretty soon, which kinda takes away any reason to go to that one anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105976252126169766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105976252126169766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105976252126169766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105976252126169766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-did-eventually-get-triforce-fixed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105972584630842273</id><published>2003-08-01T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T03:17:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anybody actually read this page?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105972584630842273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105972584630842273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105972584630842273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105972584630842273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/08/does-anybody-actually-read-this-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105884420796944573</id><published>2003-07-21T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T22:25:04.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update on my condition.  I now have the Triforce temporarily tatooed on my neck, which can be seen over at 5CG.  The other important thing right now is that I am VERY BURNT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105884420796944573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105884420796944573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105884420796944573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105884420796944573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/update-on-my-condition.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105865011515962289</id><published>2003-07-19T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:28:35.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've arrived in Delaware.  If you can't tell, I do have access to a computer here so I'm happy about that.  We have a nice place here.  There isn't room for everyone to stay at my uncle and aunt's beach house so we had to rent a house, and we got a pretty nice one.  Theres a wonderful outdoor shower.  I love outdoor showers.  There's a nice one at my uncle and aunt's beach house, but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105865011515962289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105865011515962289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105865011515962289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105865011515962289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-ive-arrived-in-delaware.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-10585068737600810</id><published>2003-07-18T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T00:41:13.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, I am now a Dot TK Ambassador, so I encourage everyone to make their own Dot TK site for free.  If you do make one, be sure to include my Ambassador Coupon Number which is 45307.  I repeat, it is 45307.  Please use it, and I will appreciate it much.  Thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/10585068737600810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=10585068737600810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/10585068737600810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/10585068737600810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/by-way-i-am-now-dot-tk-ambassador-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105849755993627010</id><published>2003-07-17T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:05:59.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havent posted in a while, been busy working on my 5cg thing, still have one part left for it.  leaving for deleware tomorrow morning, so i dont know when ill post again, just thought id at least let you know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105849755993627010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105849755993627010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105849755993627010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105849755993627010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/havent-posted-in-while-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105817286800756961</id><published>2003-07-14T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T03:54:27.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Massive changes to GoodOldDOTTK.  I was low on space so I got rid of many older pictures and placed new ones in their place.  I have many more pictures to add but that will have to come a later night, because I am no longer in a picture uploading/page editing mood.  Check out the new pictures at GoodOldDOTTK, maybe you are in one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105817286800756961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105817286800756961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105817286800756961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105817286800756961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/massive-changes-to-goodolddottk.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105807826926406129</id><published>2003-07-13T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T01:37:49.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am home, but for some reason my comments aren't working for me so this is my response to the comments.Grandpa, golf sounds good at either course.Mr. G, Quiznos on a Sunday morning at noon sounds wonderful.  I encourage anyone with two legs or a car to join us, unless you don't want to.  I'd like to attempt DMing in DnD sometime, if anyone would like to be a part of my campaign, please let me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105807826926406129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105807826926406129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105807826926406129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105807826926406129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-am-home-but-for-some-reason-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105779630890926211</id><published>2003-07-09T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T19:18:28.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I am in Indianapolis for a while now.  For those of you who I haven't told, my grandfather passed away at about 6:30 on Tuesday.  He apparently was quite peaceful when it happened, he had been sick for some time, so I suppose it is the best anyone could have hoped for.  The cause has been stated as a form of cardiac blockage.  This is really my first actual encounter with human mortality.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105779630890926211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105779630890926211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105779630890926211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105779630890926211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-i-am-in-indianapolis-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105761837983281696</id><published>2003-07-07T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T17:52:59.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, the "greatest thing to ever happen at showplace ever" was when someone flung human waste at the window.  I'm sure whoever had to clean it up didn't think it was so great.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105761837983281696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105761837983281696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105761837983281696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105761837983281696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/by-way-greatest-thing-to-ever-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105761792991061662</id><published>2003-07-07T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T17:45:29.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well apparently yesterday had a quite unusual incident happen.  I have heard it described as "the second greatest thing to happen at showplace ever."  What is it, might you ask?  Well I see it as stupid and pointless, but definitely not ordinary or common.  You see, two girls (approx. ages 16) came to the side wall that is completely windows.  They were tapping on the glass to get people to look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105761792991061662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105761792991061662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105761792991061662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105761792991061662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-apparently-yesterday-had-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105729880333377516</id><published>2003-07-04T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T01:06:43.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Steak &amp; Shake tonight after work, which was normal, but something different happened tonight.  Tonight, around the time I was leaving, Maggie and a friend of hers showed up and sat down to eat.  At first, I wasn't sure if it was her, so I didn't do anything, then as I was standing outside my car with all the other people that came and we were talking, she went out to her friend's car (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105729880333377516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105729880333377516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105729880333377516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105729880333377516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-went-to-steak-shake-tonight-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105713186009857506</id><published>2003-07-02T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T02:44:19.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I get home at about 1:00 from work and the hanging out thereafter.  I come to my room to find that the light is shut off and the door closed, which isn't supposed to be the case normally.  Well, the light is usually off when I'm not home, but it is set so that when I turn the switch the light doesn't come on, you know.  I have to go pull the hangy thing on it to make it come on.  Upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105713186009857506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105713186009857506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105713186009857506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105713186009857506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/07/okay-so-i-get-home-at-about-100-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105692500338144129</id><published>2003-06-29T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:17:17.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Collins!  You're very smart, most peoplelike you, and you have a sweet personality. What RENT character are you? brought to you by QuizillaYes, I have absolutely nothing better to do than take random quizzes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105692500338144129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105692500338144129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105692500338144129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105692500338144129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/you-are-collins-youre-very-smart-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105692009738301639</id><published>2003-06-29T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T15:54:57.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105692009738301639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105692009738301639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105692009738301639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105692009738301639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/so-which-letter-of-alphabet-matches.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105679012271887510</id><published>2003-06-28T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T03:48:42.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another point of interest, I believe last night, as I attempted to sleep, something strange happened.  Well, I know it happened, but thats beside the point.  Anyway, I had about an hour long case of what I'm going to call: "Vertigo Aetas."  I call it this not because it is the actual name for it; I don't know if there is an actual name for it, or if this is it.  Instead, it is being called this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105679012271887510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105679012271887510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105679012271887510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105679012271887510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/another-point-of-interest-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105678883916603547</id><published>2003-06-28T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T03:27:19.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I spent the last hour or maybe a bit longer helping Melissa fix her blog.  It was fun, because I actually had something to be doing at my time of the night.  Anyway, it's taking its sweet ass time updating so I am watching it closely to see when the changes actually take place.  I was looking through the times on my posts, and I realized that the average time for me posting is like 2:00 AM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105678883916603547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105678883916603547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105678883916603547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105678883916603547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-i-spent-last-hour-or-maybe-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-105669633850217874</id><published>2003-06-27T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T01:45:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray!  My site is able to be posted on again.  Too bad I can't think of anything fun to say.  There was this old lady that came in to work on Wednesday.  She was insane.  I was literally scared for my life.  She was with two other old ladies dropping off their kids for a movie, which was apparently their first movie alone.  Anyway, they came and bought tickets for a movie that started about 45 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/105669633850217874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=105669633850217874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105669633850217874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/105669633850217874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/hooray-my-site-is-able-to-be-posted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95973479</id><published>2003-06-24T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T02:12:33.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I am bored out of my mind.  I worked today and had to first break the crate off of and then move a 950 pound custard maker.  Why? you might ask, well let me tell you.  Mark, the brother of Paul (suprisingly both apostles' names) is opening a custard shop.  Paul owns Showplace, and Mark is his brother and their whole family bathes in gold coins, so he's not lacking in money either.  Anyway, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95973479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95973479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95973479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95973479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-i-am-bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95855384</id><published>2003-06-20T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:30:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I haven't posted in a while.  I've had my reasons, and I am not going to tell them to you because its personal stuff that only a select few know.  Anyway, a few nights ago I went to Grandpa's(he is still 18) house and there I watched some anime thing that he likes called Hellsing.  The way I saw it was this:  it is Devil May Cry the cartoon.  I know that is wrong and that Devil May Cry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95855384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95855384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95855384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95855384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/okay-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95643298</id><published>2003-06-13T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T16:46:09.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I just played my dad in Stratego which I had never played before in my life.  He learned of its entertainment value while in Canada this past week.  We played the first time and I wasn't really sure how to play so I kinda cornered myself by my placement of my pieces.  He won the first game, but in the process, he allowed me to learn the strategy he uses.  Of course, we played again, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95643298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95643298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95643298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95643298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-i-just-played-my-dad-in-stratego.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95581944</id><published>2003-06-12T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T02:47:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To save myself from criticism, I will type this post without mentioning a single person outside of myself, so as to not somehow insult a person of any race or ethnic background or lifestyle.  However, just for fun I will write it again and insult any ethnic background or lifestyle I can, just to please Bates.  Read the one that you would rather see.The Clean OneI was going to try and use my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95581944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95581944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95581944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95581944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/to-save-myself-from-criticism-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95496374</id><published>2003-06-10T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T02:16:41.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work was fun, tonight being my first Doorman shift.  I had alot of fun because of this......Work StoriesThree (and not to be racist, just as a way to add more description to the story) black males came in tonight to see a movie.  Two of them were wearing headbands, dispite the obvious fact that none of them had hair.  It was great because with their heights, they looked like the three bears.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95496374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95496374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95496374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95496374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/work-was-fun-tonight-being-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95428138</id><published>2003-06-08T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T01:47:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to stop posting on 5CG until other people start posting on there too.  It is boring seeing my face there all the time.  Well, I'll put my movie review posts there but thats it.  Not sure if people know it, but I do have my GoodOld Dot TK site that contains my pictures and all of my movie reviews(only 2 right now, but it will grow, I promise, especially with my new program I made to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95428138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95428138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95428138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95428138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-going-to-stop-posting-on-5cg-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95342177</id><published>2003-06-05T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T15:41:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I received an interesting email.  A man I have never heard of has informed me (or so the title of the email explains) to "Send Maggie to the Doctor."  I am assuming that he is referring to himself, since according to his site he has a PhD.  I don't think she is sick though.  She seems pretty healthy to me.  I think more people should send me emails, and I think that those people that do send</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95342177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95342177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95342177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95342177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-i-received-interesting-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95313731</id><published>2003-06-04T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T22:38:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my first day off in a while.  It was interesting.  Moe, Markie, and I went to Finding Nemo.  You can check out my review of it on my other site.  I've seen it twice now, it's really good.  Following that, we went to Quiznos.  That was alot of fun.  I got a picture of Maggie there.  Here is that picture:Maggie thought it was kinda funny that I wanted her picture.  I've really enjoy her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95313731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95313731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95313731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95313731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/today-was-my-first-day-off-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95272978</id><published>2003-06-04T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T01:32:04.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh, feels good to be posting again.  Tomorrow is the first day I will have had off for a little while.  I plan to spend it with Moe, perhaps going to a movie and an evening gathering including Markie at Quiznos.  Feel free to call me up and invite yourself.  I dunno though, we are both lazy so he will just sit at home and do whatever it is he does and I will sit at home and play MegaMan 4 on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95272978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95272978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95272978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95272978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/06/ahh-feels-good-to-be-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-95098744</id><published>2003-05-30T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T17:19:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure you've all heard me talk about this Rachael girl from Castle, so I don't need to remind you of that.  Anyway, some of you probably know about Andrea too.  Andrea and I went on two dates together.  Once to see View from the Top, and once to Walther's.  They were fun dates, but I realized that she is a good friend, but I don't think of her as anything more.  I hadn't told her that, and she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/95098744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=95098744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95098744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/95098744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/im-sure-youve-all-heard-me-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94929916</id><published>2003-05-27T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T02:06:43.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A word of interest to me here, tonight was a special night.  It was "Delete Unnecessary Crap Off of Tim's Computer Day".  This happens maybe once a month or so, and this time it was quite successful.  I increased my free space by nearly 5 gig.  That nearly halved the used space.  It is pretty amazing considering the necessary system utilities take up almost 3 gig, giving me only 2 gig of space </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94929916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94929916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94929916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94929916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/word-of-interest-to-me-here-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94925404</id><published>2003-05-26T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T23:27:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually, it seems the template isn't updating, but I promise that someday it will say my new email address at the top of the page.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94925404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94925404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94925404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94925404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/actually-it-seems-template-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94925065</id><published>2003-05-26T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T23:17:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have much to say really.  Just, I need to post some.  If you'll notice the new email address of mine up at the top of the page.  That is courtesy of the illustrious Mr. G.  The email address, for those of you who are illiterate for anything 3 inches above this post, is GoodOldTK@programmersunite.com.  I'm too lazy to make that into a link, sorry Bates, you'll have to type it out yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94925065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94925065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94925065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94925065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-dont-have-much-to-say-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94808444</id><published>2003-05-23T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T19:25:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old PeopleOld people have many strange habits that I would like to inform you about.  For example, all old women like to pay in exact change.  They will take the extra 30 minutes to search every orifice on her body to find the final coin to make it exact change, rather then allow me to reach a mere 2 inches from where my hand would go anyway to grab her change.  Sometimes there is a dillema.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94808444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94808444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94808444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94808444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/old-peopleold-people-have-many-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94639969</id><published>2003-05-20T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T11:34:23.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really have much to say, but I am so very bored.  School is nearly over for the year and I couldn't be happier.  I won't get to see alot of people over the summer, but then there are also a lot of people that I won't have to see so it is worth it.  I have a quote for you that I just heard.  Everyone is playing Unreal Tournament and this kid behind me just said, "Follow me, I'm right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94639969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94639969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94639969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94639969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-dont-really-have-much-to-say-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94357735</id><published>2003-05-14T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T17:19:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to see the Matrix: Reloaded tonight.  Kinda excited about it.  I met a girl from Castle last night.  A very good friend of mine is a member of the Castle "Knightingales" and noticed my lack of a girlfriend.  She also knew a friend of hers that had no boyfriend, which brings me to where I am now.  You see, she invited me to their performace so afterwords she could introduce us to eachother.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94357735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94357735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94357735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94357735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/going-to-see-matrix-reloaded-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94168327</id><published>2003-05-11T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T17:43:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm leaving work and all of a sudden this mexican looking guy comes up to me as I'm driving off and starts talking to me.  He tells me he will fix a dent in my car for $20.  Now, all the while he's giving me this bullshit story about needing the money since it's Mother's Day and he wants to get her a cake and some flowers so he can feel better about himself.  He says that normally charges </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94168327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94168327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94168327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94168327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/ok-so-im-leaving-work-and-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-94116439</id><published>2003-05-10T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T14:45:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I never got around to typing up that story about my SATs.  Oh well, it wasn't that funny anyway.  Yesterday, I took Bates to a computer place in the hopes of us both buying ourselves a 512 Meg stick of RAM, but the stupid bastards were out.  Oh well, I stayed at Josh's house last night and for lack of anything better to do, I watched him play FFVIII.  It looks kinda fun, but I didn't get to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/94116439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=94116439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94116439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/94116439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/well-i-never-got-around-to-typing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-93713715</id><published>2003-05-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T13:37:29.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. G, that middle feature would be great, and also, I was curious as to if there could be a way to include some sort of drop-down list or something to jump straight to a specific picture.  Also, I need to include a link to download the two movies that are currently uploaded.  Am I able to do that as straght html or would it need to be in javascript also?  I will email the scoring system to you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/93713715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=93713715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93713715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93713715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/05/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-93573297</id><published>2003-04-30T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:37:05.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyway, Markie was at my house and the phone rang.  I answer and it's this lady who sounds alot like Mrs. Lyles.  Of course, it wasn't actually her, but it gave me an idea of the intelligene of this person.  Anyway, I proceeded to waste about 30 minutes of my life talking to this person on the phone about my purchases at several clothing outlets and how I feel about them.  By the way, if anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/93573297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=93573297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93573297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93573297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/anyway-markie-was-at-my-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-93378459</id><published>2003-04-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T23:13:03.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone know when the third season of The Simpsons comes out on DVD?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/93378459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=93378459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93378459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93378459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/does-anyone-know-when-third-season-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-93127118</id><published>2003-04-23T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T13:33:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find myself in the computer lab for Spanish Class.  Do not ask me why we are here, because I am not really sure.  I am sitting beside Markie who is working on flash cards and Rachel who is looking up shit for horses.  As I am typing this, she is writing down the name of some saddle that she is interested in.  It is quite sad.  Anyway, in our lovely non-ghetto lab *obvious groans, from the loads</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/93127118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=93127118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93127118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93127118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-find-myself-in-computer-lab-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-93053347</id><published>2003-04-22T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:12:50.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was bored, so I went and visited my good buddy, Best Buy.  While there, I saw the new Zelda game, and everyone knows I am a huge Zelda fan, so I bought myself a Gamecube, a memory card, and Zelda: The Wind Waker.  It is great, of course.  If you are bored and have a little money to throw away, buy this game.  If you have nothing to run it on, go to Best Buy and you can buy all three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/93053347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=93053347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93053347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/93053347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/yesterday-i-was-bored-so-i-went-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92945191</id><published>2003-04-20T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:27:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter everyone.  1970 years ago today, Jesus rose from the dead.  I'd say thats a pretty good reason to celebrate.  I hope everyone had a great time today.  Of course, Showplace Cinemas has no care for religion and is making me work at 5:00 tonight.  Oh well, I'll survive.  Anyway, anyone who enjoys Grand Theft Auto should install the Postal 2 demo.  It is basically a first person shooter,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92945191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92945191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92945191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92945191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92563293</id><published>2003-04-13T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T23:37:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posting time.  Two in one day, that's not bad.  Work was...interesting today.  The Rob Zombie movie, "House of 1000 Corpses" came out on Friday.  As a result of that, many strange people have come to see movies.  I haven't seen so many tattoos and piercings since the 1984 Piercing and Tattoos convention.  Also, I have found a new story to tell about stupidity from customers.  A woman came up to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92563293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92563293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92563293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92563293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/posting-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92533960</id><published>2003-04-13T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T12:53:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My neighbors across the street got TP'd last night.  Actually, it must have been early this morning, because I got home at about 1 and it hadn't started yet.  Also, the window in my room stares straight into their yard, so I don't think it happened until after I went to sleep (1:45 or so).  Right now, I have two options.  I coudl work on my programming test that is due tomorrow or I could play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92533960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92533960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92533960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92533960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/my-neighbors-across-street-got-tpd.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92468560</id><published>2003-04-11T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T23:26:08.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had quite a thespic evening.  First, I saw the Central Thespian Troop's production of Marvin's Room.  It was really good.  I suggest going to see it for anyone who has any idea about anything at all.  It is really an awesome show.  Following that I went to a location in Evansville that I never knew existed.  Somewhere downtown on Second Street, there is a place called Penny Lane.  The name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92468560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92468560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92468560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92468560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-had-quite-thespic-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92398251</id><published>2003-04-10T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T20:47:44.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm too lazy to have a creative post on both pages.  I have a date on Saturday, hope it goes well.  I'll be playing putt-putt at Walter's(or is it Walthers? I can never remember.)  Anyway, check out 5 CG for my interesting post.  I am too tired to write anything more.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92398251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92398251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92398251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92398251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/im-too-lazy-to-have-creative-post-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106938.post-92172358</id><published>2003-04-07T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T20:23:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a great picture of Markie and Me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/feeds/92172358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106938&amp;postID=92172358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92172358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106938/posts/default/92172358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timorants.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-is-great-picture-of-markie-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13477859853105624720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
