<?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-5871639</id><updated>2011-08-03T11:07:03.125-07:00</updated><category term='Return'/><category term='Recap'/><title type='text'>Arrowatch</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings and thoughts of the elusive Arrowatch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-6803223902123103083</id><published>2009-06-21T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:38:46.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I discovered my friend, confidant, and fish, Bubba the Pacu, belly up at the bottom of my tank. I am sad. Near heartbroken. Bubba was a psychotic fish. Paranoid to the extreme. And possibly suicidal. The other night he jumped out of his tank. He seemed to be recovering. His water pump clogged when he ate no more then one mouthful of food. If he hadn't of eaten that one mouthful, I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6803223902123103083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6803223902123103083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6803223902123103083' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-3820611972271984069</id><published>2009-06-07T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:49:32.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I write this, I am most illegally (by USA statute) drunk. I my parental units already know, though that's a wrath I'll face when I wake (hopefully soberer then now).First things first: This blog is my last sanctuary against the plebes...Second: My apologies to any I offend... Unless you are diametrically opposed to what I've said so far...Third: I've defended my friends, without fail, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3820611972271984069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3820611972271984069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3820611972271984069' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7004691134457013999</id><published>2009-04-03T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:32:08.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY HANNAH, 100 POSTSOkay, so, normally this thing is like a major event in a blogs first or second year, their 100th post.But I like to mix things up by not posting for stretches of time (spanning years) and that is no joke. I probably have one of the oldest remaining blogs on Blogspot. Well, not really, but it feels like it.Man. Last post was in Oct. Since then, we've been... blessed... ugh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7004691134457013999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7004691134457013999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7004691134457013999' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7487961261124775457</id><published>2008-10-31T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:09:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY HANNAH. It's been... FOREVER since my last post.Jeeze. Okay, recap.Obama FAILS the truth test. McCain, at least, is a little more trustworthy.Palin isn't so bad. Trust me. People can never give me a straight reason not to like her. NONE OF THEM. :( And I ask around.Then again, Biden isn't so bad. And we aren't allowed to hate old white guys if they aren't republicans. It's like a law or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7487961261124775457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7487961261124775457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7487961261124775457' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7161020488012594013</id><published>2008-05-31T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:17:47.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, here we are again. At my blog.There have been some recent visitors. Some were looking for strange things. Some were looking for porn. Some were looking for me. Well, not many anyway.I really don't feel like writing anything... this counts as an update, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7161020488012594013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7161020488012594013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7161020488012594013' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-8593695528726329297</id><published>2008-01-23T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:06:28.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I think that, maybe... I missed the Post a Day quota.Anyway, happy 2008...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/8593695528726329297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/8593695528726329297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8593695528726329297' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-6318732941654678461</id><published>2008-01-07T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:09:28.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, this is going to be a Laynah style post. Where I just say something about stuff.Like: Should I take Biology? Do I want to go back into science?Why are there no law related courses at CCCC:SK?Why is CCCC:SK so stupid sounding?!Why have my Watch queries gone unanswered?Are we alone in the universe?The answer to all the above questions are: YOU DON'T CARE. So let me tell you something you might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6318732941654678461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6318732941654678461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6318732941654678461' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-3873200223618925331</id><published>2007-12-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:44:31.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let us try something new, yes? We are going to try a daily blog... At very least about my daily exploits. This will make me update, and drive me to do at least a few interesting things a day.Perhaps I might even stick to the daily schedule!Nah...Anyway, Today was a good day, I guess.Went shopping... I hate shopping... Got Christmas presents and assorted Christmas goods. My driving is improving. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3873200223618925331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3873200223618925331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3873200223618925331' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-9117153409920436065</id><published>2007-11-01T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:05:31.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Evening! Good Morrow!Whatever...I'm hoping you all had a wonderful All's Hallow Eve! It is now All Saints day! Before the 12th chime of midnight a few minutes ago, the Trooping Faeries all left, going to where ever... I hope not my area... then again, could be fun.The last of the witches are probably going to go home soon, and all the beasties will be well hidden before the first light of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/9117153409920436065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/9117153409920436065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#9117153409920436065' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-214958602856890767</id><published>2007-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:47:05.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               Advice and Style                                                                                           So, as it turns out, when I give out advice, I give out pretty good advice. As a result of this, I used to be approached pretty regularly for advice. Then everything slowed down. I have "attitude problems" and am a "Jerk", whatever all that is.Anyway, I decided to sum up all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/214958602856890767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/214958602856890767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#214958602856890767' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7267025947082614621</id><published>2007-10-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:05:38.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Titan ProjectSo, there is this Missile Base up by Larson in Washington State. It up for sale. It used to be 3 missile silo's and the accompanying above and below ground buildings and such. It really is quite neat. And is rather interesting as far as the possibilites...Oh, you want a link? Sure, we can do that for you.Anyway, I got really excited about possible ways to raise 300,000 dollars </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7267025947082614621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7267025947082614621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7267025947082614621' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-6906672686827427733</id><published>2007-10-08T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:39:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Edibility So, I've been neglecting my duties. Not only have I not blogged in awhile, but I haven't addressed one of the most important topics: FOOD.Now, one might say, that is not so important. Go without it for a few days.The edibility of a food is directly proportional to each factor of a food:DANGER: Fugu is a poisonous blow fish stuff. It's tasty, good for you, but if not properly prepared, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6906672686827427733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/6906672686827427733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6906672686827427733' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-593464954577955224</id><published>2007-09-02T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:35:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anglo Saxons Always Bet Red. So, I have come to a grrraaannnddd conclusion.Diplomacy SUCKS. Yeah. I have a new goal. To be the biggest ruler of the biggest nation. That way I can just smack all the others into line. This whole bargaining thing is NOT FUN. Oh well.For those of you who have no idea what any of that has anything to do with anything, LUCKY!!!Now, let us speak of politics.HILARY: No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/593464954577955224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/593464954577955224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#593464954577955224' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7773313842213286607</id><published>2007-08-16T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:17:09.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BMW is not a car companyIt's a confusing show on disney...And a happy HELLO to Order of Night Eternal.Anyway, I was joking and told a group of people to Google Arrowatch... I don't know what I was thinking. I forgot about my Blog here. I was thinking of the myriad of other places Arrowatch is living in cyberspace, or perhaps my gamer tag would show up...They found this not oft used blog.Hey guys,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7773313842213286607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7773313842213286607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7773313842213286607' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-4291359119615992306</id><published>2007-07-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:22:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mad Scientist attempts to make an armyOr Militant Mother NatureI have been spending time attempting to expand my army. And have come to a few conclusions.Cockroaches are unfit for experimentation. They don't listen, aren't prone to training, and don't survive surgery to outfit them as berserks. Go figure.Flies are, while easier to train, show offs and dare devils. Life span is too short as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4291359119615992306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4291359119615992306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4291359119615992306' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-4503255632924914537</id><published>2007-07-07T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:59:03.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael CrichtonOr my aura looks like pudding.The author whom I speak of in the title is a good author, and director. I rather like him.His scientific approach is non-existant. Rather, he tries to approach things from the standpoint of reality. Science does not govern reality. Science barely explains reality. Science is self-serving. Reality just IS. really doesn't matter what you say or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4503255632924914537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4503255632924914537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4503255632924914537' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-3029746498002107118</id><published>2007-06-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:50:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The DarknessOkay, just started. Good game so far. GOOD storyline. GREAT opening sequence. The main character, Jackie Estacado, looks GOOD. So does everything. Graphics look good. Your two best friends in the begining you get to like. Before 5 minutes are up, they are both gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3029746498002107118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/3029746498002107118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3029746498002107118' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-4456238845595694825</id><published>2007-06-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:28:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, there is this Lt. Watada. He refused to go to Iraq, and made a couple of, for people of the military, illegal speaches. He said he was refusing to obey an illegal order. Because the war is illegal. I may have broached this subject, but all wars are legal. Sovereign right as a nation. Something most of us "civilized" people seem to forget. Some other "progressive" sites said that the war was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4456238845595694825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/4456238845595694825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4456238845595694825' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-7565766252329620031</id><published>2007-06-27T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:59:19.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Return'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Just WOW. It has been a VERY long time since I actually posted here. Almost a Year. Okay, since no one reads it anyway, quick my life Re-Cap.JENN:Got back with jenn. Fell out quickly. Couple of close encounters, minor together/aparts, final fall out, big pregnancy scare, almost got together again, called her a whore, and we are kaputs. Barely friends. She's not a bad person, I am. I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7565766252329620031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/7565766252329620031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7565766252329620031' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-115389707959159644</id><published>2006-07-25T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:57:59.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. It's been toooo long since the last time I posted something. Okay, Let's run a quick list... I will need a real list for a longer list.Hillary Clinton is still a horrible person. Horrible. Utterly and entirely. I'll detail eventually, when I have time.War in Iraq is proceeding better then I expected. It's like fighting a guerilla war. Not easily winnable. All you idiots yelling at bush? If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/115389707959159644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/115389707959159644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115389707959159644' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-115105268254206126</id><published>2006-06-23T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:51:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------From: •°o.O-First°l||l°Lady-O.o°•Date: Jun 23, 2006 12:47 AMThis is about California legislation being passed to exterminate pit bulls.  If it passes in California, it could be on it's way to other states.  Someone has to try to make a difference for these animals--just because they don't have the ability to talk doesn't mean that they don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/115105268254206126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/115105268254206126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115105268254206126' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/publicemily83/friends/th_ijustwanttoloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-114714551837459562</id><published>2006-05-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:31:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[td]Teaching Ethics and Morals: Indoctrinate me for an A!Colleges and schools tend ot teach morals, ethics, etc. Your teachers advocate "monogamy", "abstinence", "safe sex", "morals", "ethics". If you don't agree, you are discliplined. Your views are flawed, according to our authoritarian "Teachers" and "Proffessors." Questions, tests, quizes, all geared toward an exact response, considered the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114714551837459562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114714551837459562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114714551837459562' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-114533818764054919</id><published>2006-04-17T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:29:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Try, that's all I have to say. You scored as Punk. Punk100%Geek50%Gothic40%Preppy10%Emo0%Jock0%Ghetto0%Are you punk, ghetto, gothic, preppy, etc.created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533818764054919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533818764054919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533818764054919' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-114533801473835153</id><published>2006-04-17T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:26:54.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533801473835153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533801473835153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533801473835153' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-114533738231978853</id><published>2006-04-17T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:16:22.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The accuracy of below statement is to an extreme, including the last bit of advice I never follow.         What Do You Live For?  Creativity- To you the world's a canvas and everything in it worthy of expression. No matter where you are, you are always coming up with new ideas.   You love to use your hands. Whether it be painting or writing, if you created it, the happier you are with it.  You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533738231978853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/114533738231978853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533738231978853' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113998118619017050</id><published>2006-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:26:26.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Serenity (Firefly). You like to live your own way and donâ��t enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different.  Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.Serenity (Firefly)81%Bebop (Cowboy Bebop)69%Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)69%Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)69%Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)69%Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)63%SG-1 (Stargate)56%Babylon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113998118619017050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113998118619017050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113998118619017050' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113773744556675939</id><published>2006-01-19T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:10:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Academic Decathalon... Sounds painful. It is, sometimes. Like when they decide to start early, for a timed essay, about 15 min early, and your almost 8 blocks away... But I got Jose calmed down enough to do well. He was freaked over how he blew his speach.I DID NOT blow my speech. Inso fact, I aced it. I mean, I didn't prepare a speach. I researched much of Machiavelli. Then spoke about him. Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113773744556675939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113773744556675939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113773744556675939' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113687826918959985</id><published>2006-01-09T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:31:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School has returned as of today, or monday, if I take too long writing this. It is almost midnight. I must be up at seven, and awake inside of a few seconds. I have much on my list of to-do's this year. I have a sheet of resolutions literally a page long. So I guess I should start, though the kissing one is postponed until Ocotber, maybe destroyed. More on that in a minute.I must say, before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113687826918959985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113687826918959985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687826918959985' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113660286014934068</id><published>2006-01-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:01:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a valid question. When a friend, close or otherwise, needs help but doesn't know it, and it's hard for you to give it, when You don't want to help, and your love would dissapprove, etc, do you still help? And how do you do it? Forcefully? Coersively? Do you compromise your values to help them? Do you hurt yourself to help them? Do you risk everything? I'd like to think that I am good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113660286014934068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113660286014934068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660286014934068' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113468979993562645</id><published>2005-12-15T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:36:39.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.samkass.com/theories/RPSSL.htmlI tried this out in my mind. Owie. But awesome none the less.In later news, Tookie is dead. Yup.... Doesn't care.Christmas removed in stead for Holiday. I'll kill the secularists myself. That's wrong. But my midterm papers on it, so I'm not going to kill my arguments on it now. I'll type it up and post it when I finish. Bill O'Reilly is still speaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113468979993562645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113468979993562645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113468979993562645' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113165391834572288</id><published>2005-11-10T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:18:38.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upon being ordered to Research The Teenage Mind in our computer lab today, I decided to sit amongst these creatures, and study them first hand. Here is what I have been offered as evidence. Patriotic Middle PopularityUpon being proven wrong, they will dig into popular myths and beliefs to dispute cold hard facts. Head strong, annoying, and effervescent in personality, Clashes with intelligent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113165391834572288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113165391834572288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113165391834572288' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-113072180670514735</id><published>2005-10-30T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:23:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/10/28/tech/gamecore/main992768_page3.shtmlHat tip: Ctrl+alt+delete, a webcomic. Very good article.And the truth. Sorry I haven't posted in... a long long time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113072180670514735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/113072180670514735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113072180670514735' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-112501759221660662</id><published>2005-08-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:53:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From this day forward I plan on posting, or publishing it as blogger calls it, the articles of my local journalism class that have merit, whether or not they agree with my idea's. Fair and balanced. I vow that I am, and will, make sure they recieve full credit. Also, I vow that I will not edit their articles, short of obvious spelling mistakes. Like to, too, and two. Other then that, I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112501759221660662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112501759221660662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112501759221660662' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-112494814829754040</id><published>2005-08-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:35:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, My, God. I just posted!!! ... Okay, that's out of my system. And if I do that again, please. Reprimand me violently.I have been messing around, and that's when I was told, again, to play football. So that's what I'm doing. I need to go to tomorrow's practice. And stuff. I don't actually know, but I'll find out. Also, I'm in Honor's US history, reading out of the most blatantly liberally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112494814829754040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112494814829754040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494814829754040' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-112486136846447131</id><published>2005-08-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:29:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is another broad news post, and since i have 0 readers, period, I feel safe in saying that I'm angry. Mike LeClerc was traded off for a conditional draft pick in 2007... 2007!!! Steve Ruccin was also traded off to the coyotes, I think, for a player and conditional draft pick... in 2007... Whoever is doing this is going to regret it. Leclerc is a really good player, with alot of heart. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112486136846447131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112486136846447131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486136846447131' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-112156778158895217</id><published>2005-07-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:36:21.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112156778158895217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/112156778158895217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112156778158895217' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-111917559125494451</id><published>2005-06-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T03:06:31.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No fancy HTML or Markup for me today. To late. It's 2:25 am, cali time. I'm not tired, but I'm going to retire my butt to bed soon.Listening to Chop Suey by System Of A Down... My comps somehow losing Virtual Memory so things are running slowly, I think that between the typing, the web page blinking, which I am about to close. Done. That actually helped, but not a great amount. I lay my head back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111917559125494451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111917559125494451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111917559125494451' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-111084224148729525</id><published>2005-03-14T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:18:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Armed and DangerousCongratulations! You scored 88%! You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you did, you'd probably do just fine.  My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: http://is3.okcupid.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111084224148729525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111084224148729525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111084224148729525' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-111078544698982879</id><published>2005-03-13T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:31:02.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was wandering around on the web when I remembered a program called Arachnophilia. The only use I've ever put Arachnophilia to was writing online. Arachnophilia is CareWare, which anyone who's looked at mightseem curiously like FreeWare or ShareWare. Well, to be blunt, IT ISN'T. Infact, I'd rather deal with a CareWare program then anything.The premise of CareWare is covered more then I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111078544698982879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/111078544698982879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111078544698982879' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-110914070984043534</id><published>2005-02-22T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:59:21.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is kalroy.From Blogthings, www.blogthings.comYou Know You're From Hawaii When...You can understand and speak PIDGIN english.You go to dinner and "make one plate" with all the extra food leftover.You automatically take off your shoes in people's homes.You wear rubber slippers to the beach.You eat rice every single day.It's "shave ice" not"snow cones".When you know NEVER to turn your back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110914070984043534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110914070984043534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110914070984043534' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-110828101390853401</id><published>2005-02-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:50:40.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The name's Drack. Draconis Arrowatch Arandis. I've been a gumshoe for over 10,000 years, and I've only had one normal day's work. It was a Thursday. But this isn't Thursday. It's Friday, and my Friday’s are not normal. The dame walking by the window was going to make sure of it. I had a chicken in the oven, and was waiting for dinner when the door bell rang. I kicked the door on my way past, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110828101390853401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110828101390853401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828101390853401' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-110533676466988751</id><published>2005-01-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:59:30.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LUUUUUUUCYYYYY, I'm HOOOOooooooome.So, this is where it all ends. Riekenbok falls. Like Sherlock Holmes and Morierty, this may be our final conflict. But unlike them, neither of us is really good. So who will win?Yeah... Tidal waves, desert nations, french bird heads, and odd wierdo beliefs in the state.... That about sums up the things bugging me today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110533676466988751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110533676466988751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110533676466988751' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-110524533009801727</id><published>2005-01-08T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T20:35:39.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to my blog... again...I'm going to restart this blog right now, and I plan try to publish on a regular basis. This will mean staying up on current events and news more often...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110524533009801727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/110524533009801727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110524533009801727' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-109971626703910539</id><published>2004-11-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:44:27.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm updating this thing. My family stuff is old right now, nothing earth shaking anymore, it's boiled down to basic and boring to me.Jenn and I are still together, amazingly. Luck be a lady, tonight...Dad's still in oregon, Bro's still in northern california, were still in the one horse, two mule town. Actually, there are a lot of horses in town... thought no mules of the hooved variety</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109971626703910539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109971626703910539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109971626703910539' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-109800149122588606</id><published>2004-10-17T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:24:51.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy oh BoyWell, largest poll to date is a game... Miniclip.com's Hip Hop Debate. It's a game... pretty stupid. But in the end you vote for your choice. And it's got some insane number of votes because anyone with an email address get's their mail, I think, and if you don't it seems to pop up all over the place. But anyway, it shows Bush with a 3 % lead... Not so good. The margins may shift, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109800149122588606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109800149122588606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109800149122588606' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-109711793337418414</id><published>2004-10-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:58:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insulting DolphinsThe Ultimate John Kerry Ad, a must see. Hat tip (Blogging lingo for thanks, and such affiliated stuff): Eden Watchdogs via Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer.I love it. Also floating around on the internet is a page about john kerry, with flipper theme. It has like the 11 positions of John Kerry on the war, and 8 on something else...BTW: I have found the secret to having a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109711793337418414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109711793337418414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109711793337418414' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-109479430536027617</id><published>2004-09-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:31:45.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [mood             | G-14 Classified] [music             |Mission Impossible Theme]  Okay, guys. We need 31 ft. of pvc pipe, 2 lbs of flour, a bag of walnuts, a zippo, an emu, a pb&amp;j sandwich, four large coal briquettes (kingston, of course), a string of mardi gras beads, two piano's, 127 large rolls of duct tape, four cd's (doesn't matter what's on them), a large egg, two sticks of deodarant (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109479430536027617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109479430536027617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109479430536027617' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-109338719987383154</id><published>2004-08-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:39:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I"M BACK!!!! I have decided that, since I need to express politics, I'm backOkay. Down to brass tacks. I'm in favor for bush. *Matrix dodges tin cans and rotten fruit* Yes. That's right. He's actually a good president. But he's not perfect. But he's infinitely better then John Kerry. To quote John Stuart explaining some one else... I forgot who."I like John Kerry, he's a nice man, a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109338719987383154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/109338719987383154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109338719987383154' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108987940245942964</id><published>2004-07-15T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T01:16:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChainsEveryone lives in chains, and all the chains are the same. To eat, to breathe, to sleep, to drink, to dream. But we all have different weights. Some put on by ourselves. Drama, negligence, doing the wrong thing. Some are put by others. Beaurocracy, poverty with no escape, undeserved violence. And life has its own set of weights to set. But when it seems like you've removed all your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108987940245942964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108987940245942964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108987940245942964' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108891884226139354</id><published>2004-07-03T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:46:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, okay.Okay, all. Now is the time for me to rant................................................................................................................................................................................................................Yeah, umm... I'm coming up with nothing. Well, if you want my view on things.... er.... Here. Go to Kalroy's Blog.Except maybe the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108891884226139354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108891884226139354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108891884226139354' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108745633865538361</id><published>2004-06-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:12:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick Update, in a quick allowance of freedom to do so.I... was AWOL at... between midnight and when I got home. So I'm in trouble, and they aren't sure exactly how to punish me.  But I am in deep. Grounding at the most obvious punishment. I might have been able to lessen the punishment, but I can't talk about why I went out. Okay, also I have to go to... Gah, oklahoma. Humidity, and I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108745633865538361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108745633865538361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745633865538361' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108437019161231607</id><published>2004-05-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T06:56:31.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BabyWell, yesterday was my day to get the electronic baby and take it home. I did. And I did well, I think. I was diligint... Dilegent... umm... Watchful!,Whenever it cried, I did what I was supposed to. That is stick a key in it's back and turn, hold till it coo's. Ten-twenty long minutes... Sore fingers.Now I get to return it. I haven't headed for school yet, I had some time and needed to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108437019161231607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108437019161231607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437019161231607' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108260734907718820</id><published>2004-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:19:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WillSo my friend in Virginia, his name is Will. Today's his birthday. At 11:45 in virginia, he's 19. He's a college student. Phi Mu Alpha member in college. He's a blogger at Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer, and he is interesting. Having a bad week, but cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108260734907718820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108260734907718820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260734907718820' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108229171761506035</id><published>2004-04-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T05:42:41.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil Plan (tm)!Your objective is simple: Destroy the Earth.Your motive is a little bit more complex: Love (Yes, it works)Stage OneTo begin your plan, you must first seduce a famous actor/actress. This will cause the world to slaughter a sacred calf to appease the gods, amazed by your arrival. Who is this evil genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in battle armor? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108229171761506035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108229171761506035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108229171761506035' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108192823335438154</id><published>2004-04-14T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:41:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhfleWell, It's spring break. I'm going to post this one, no matter what. I've counted eleven times I've typed up something for my blog and decided I don't want to take the time to post. I've hit a wall of blah. I've no gusto for anything. The only things I've actually wanted to do lately was the Pajama Jam at school, and kaischa's failed saturday spring break celebration. That was fun for me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108192823335438154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108192823335438154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108192823335438154' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108122388000996981</id><published>2004-04-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:03:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't figure it outYour here, when there are better places to be. Like outside. Or sleeping. Or playing games. Or at one of these places.www.gryffilion.blogspot.com       Great guy. He's cool.www.mofunzone.com                  Games, Games, Games.www.tryingtogrok.com                 Deffinitely a place to go, at least once. Very interesting.www.rocketmanblog.com              It's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108122388000996981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108122388000996981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122388000996981' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108121655016062477</id><published>2004-04-05T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T18:59:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FunlyWell, Yesterday, April Fourth, was Jenn, My girl friend, and mine one year anniversary. I'm so happy... That's all.In True TraditionLike all great news this year, it is quickly followed by bad news. So it isn't bad news outside the Dark Shrine. But still. It is to me, kinda. Nothing that directly affects the physical world. But Legato snapped, and out of the dust I was the leader. Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108121655016062477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108121655016062477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121655016062477' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108106810364125470</id><published>2004-04-04T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:45:25.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must be going nuts.All I want to do is post songs... Does that make me a loser? I doubt it.Saliva- AlwaysI hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind" It's telling me all these things, that you would probably hide Am I, your one and only desire Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry Always... always... always... always... always... always... I just can't live without you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108106810364125470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108106810364125470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106810364125470' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-108077623580262461</id><published>2004-03-31T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T15:40:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so sadYesterday was my brother's birthday. It would seem like fun. It wasn't. keala: Bye mom, I'm going to school now.Mom: Okay, you have a nice day.(keala- exit stage right)(enter- keala, bewildered)keala: Mom, where's the car?Mom: What?keala: Where's the car?Long play short, the car was stolen. I go to school, regular day with one upside. There is one among you who know what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108077623580262461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/108077623580262461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077623580262461' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107967356158097377</id><published>2004-03-18T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:22:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sanity... relatively speakingMy last post may have left a few of you worried about my relative sanity. It's okay, I was seeing if the third person was actually as fun to use... it isn't... So... if I were to grow a reptillian tail, what color would you suggest. I really want to, but can't till the Japanese get on it. Wonder FallsThis girl under stress. Then a lion figure talked to her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107967356158097377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107967356158097377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967356158097377' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107898558906905434</id><published>2004-03-10T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:16:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OutArrowatch has left the building. Arrowatch's mind isn't up to writing. Arrowatch is going slowly farther into insanity. Arrowatch's brains lurk below a wall of life Arrowatch is living. Arrowatch is refering to Arrowatch in the third person. It isn't so funny after all. Monty Python..."Alright, stop that, stop that. It's silly. Very silly indeed. Lets go to a cartoon." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107898558906905434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107898558906905434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898558906905434' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107820814579945917</id><published>2004-03-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:18:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music Title TimeAnd the world's a faze,and the world's a stage. And the end is nearWell I like SmashMouth. And "When the morning comes" rocks. But does anyone believe me? Nope. Everyone makes mistakes, and revenge is best served as a side dish to forgiveness, hold the pain, suffering, and death. Well, maybe not pain, but deffinetly the others. But does anyone believe me? NOOOO.... Legato </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107820814579945917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107820814579945917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820814579945917' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107699236027308297</id><published>2004-02-16T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:35:17.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Way outside the realmOh my. I now face a difficulty way beyond my realm of possibilities. Dancing. Ugh. But What's a nut to do? Nothing. And I plan on learning to play the guitar. Probably a lost cause, but hey, I learned to play two instruments. Kinda forgot, and started to learn piano (not so hard), but that isn't the point... right?Shout outDon't get a choice. I have to. Here goes.Family</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107699236027308297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107699236027308297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699236027308297' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107616908467475621</id><published>2004-02-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T07:53:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again!Here is a subject not often broached by bloggers. Music. Show of hands from those who like rap? Kinda what I thought. Rap seems like a wast of precious, or not so precious time. Show for punk, heavy metal, not so heavy metal, just basically all kinds of rock? Dang. Not enough.  Show of hands for country? That's what I thought. I like The Devil Went Down to Georgia by Charlie Daniels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107616908467475621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107616908467475621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616908467475621' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107595973965945895</id><published>2004-02-04T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T21:44:40.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bored people shouldn't be given time on the internet. Which Annoying B-list Celebrity Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107595973965945895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107595973965945895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595973965945895' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107560513676445773</id><published>2004-01-31T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T19:14:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderful, reallyI find the unusual stuff. Like the great bald hedgehog. But I found Gryffilion Darkblad, Adventurer when I first started my blog. He is a college student in Virginia, and I read it every once in a greenish blue moon. This one is a interesting, the one about snow. I think that would be fun. Snow, fun, nothing to do, everywhere to go. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107560513676445773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107560513676445773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107560513676445773' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107551794412522704</id><published>2004-01-30T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:54:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shadow's of my doubtI am sitting here, infront of my computer, and I decide, "Hey, I haven't seen anything but channel 1 in a while, so let's go to fox." And sure enough, I still hear the 'allegeded wmd's' trash. Am I alone? Did no one else read about the danish finding mustard gas mortars??? Did no one realize that WMD's is originally chemical weapons? We only changed it to include nuclear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107551794412522704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107551794412522704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551794412522704' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107543345130460183</id><published>2004-01-29T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T19:33:03.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SorryI know that if you come here, and if you are reading this thanks, you expect to see a post. But I haven't been posting. I am sorry, but nothing has been happening in my life. KalroyUpdate time. He is settling down. Finished reading all the policies (they actually make you read that) and he was bored. Not doing much. Which may or may not be good, depending on your situation. Words</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107543345130460183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107543345130460183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543345130460183' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107483077417621867</id><published>2004-01-22T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T20:12:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Someone once told me that time  was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we'vel lived."Capt. Jean-Luc Picard, Uss EnterpriseStar Trek VII - GenerationsMindYes, I have lost my mind. This town</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107483077417621867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107483077417621867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483077417621867' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107473346048537724</id><published>2004-01-21T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:06:22.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeahSo a sea cucumber and a starfish walk into a bar... Oh wait. Wrong place.Hey, hello. I have a question. Is it wrong to like anarchist ideas? Like the great bald swamp hedgehog, or thisAmerica was discovered by Amerigo Vespucci and was named after him, until people got tired of living in a place called "Vespuccia" and changed its name to "America".Mike Harding, The Armchair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107473346048537724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107473346048537724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473346048537724' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107421251851325261</id><published>2004-01-15T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:23:51.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have been taking those personality, and what thing are you tests. Results? Well, they are sometimes a little off, or opposite. Not the first three. :)Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.RightWhich Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.Er... right.Aphrodite/Eros ?? Which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107421251851325261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107421251851325261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421251851325261' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107418061352503756</id><published>2004-01-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T07:32:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great Bald Swamp Hedgehog:The Gerat Bald Swamp Hedgehog of Billericay displays, incourtship, his single prickle and does impressions of Holiday Inn deskclerks. Since this means him standing motionless for enormous periodsof time he is often eaten in full display by The Great Bald SwampHedgehog Eater.-- Mike Harding, "The Armchair Anarchist's Almanac"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107418061352503756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107418061352503756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418061352503756' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107413614972023805</id><published>2004-01-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:12:56.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kalroy UpdateKalroy arrived in Oregon on Tuesday, and has been taking classes, and tests, blah blah blah... But who cares about class, I have heard enough classes in my life. He's staying at a friends, and won't be blogging, I know we'll miss him. I believe that everyone will be missed by someone. I don't know about that, though. Great, I'll come across as a multiple personality.Lord of The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107413614972023805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107413614972023805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413614972023805' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107384927020624745</id><published>2004-01-11T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T11:28:10.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YippieYeah, WMD's found!!! Take that Liberals!!! Let me elaborate, please.The danish have found WMD mortar shells containing mustard gas (when he gets to a comp, ask him about mustard gas. He had to destroy some in california), and confirmed by test by both them and the brits!!! Proof? Here you go.DancingEr... one little statement, please. I can't dance!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107384927020624745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107384927020624745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107384927020624745' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107375757464407089</id><published>2004-01-10T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T09:59:49.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ByeKalroy left for oregon at 9:49 A.M., and I think he's probably going to be on the road for a while. He is on his way to a friends place up there, at least till he can get his own up there. MarsYEAH!!! Rocket man has a link to mars pictures!!! They are SO cool. Dudes a rocket scientist, though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107375757464407089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107375757464407089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107375757464407089' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107325074732704156</id><published>2004-01-04T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T13:12:46.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Me.I believe that is my favorite question. The world (a single entity, aptly named The World) doesn't like me... And the proof is in the pudding, the one it threw in my face. And I had to get a hair cut!!! That stinks on Ice. Like the icecapades, only less gay, like icecapades with a puck and sticks, but no goalie, lines man, body checks, slapshots, penalties, et-cetera. And now I am stuck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107325074732704156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107325074732704156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107325074732704156' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107303049383527959</id><published>2004-01-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T07:42:42.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bias, and not just my own...So my father e-mails me an article by Valerie Richardson on Liberal Bias. Well, sort of. Here is the article. So I think, well it makes sense, most people think anti-illegal immigration is anti-immagrant, so I do a google news search on this, and came up with this. Well I have three, count 'em three, problems with this. Number One: This is the stupidest thing I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107303049383527959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107303049383527959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303049383527959' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107281355846220761</id><published>2003-12-30T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:46:15.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YEAH!!!IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!!! I am now a great grand total of 15! That makes me happy. One year till I can become a menace to society at whole! MWAHAHAHAHA And I have nothing planned for today, or new years...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107281355846220761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107281355846220761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107281355846220761' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107266951104050261</id><published>2003-12-28T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:45:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now for the kickerSo we have to sort out our facts, and our fiction.FACT: The number of people who are insane on some level is still a greater minorityFICTION: There really is a one ringFACT: We need to figure out where and when it is proper to voice our negative opinions.FICTION: There are a majority of good people running for offices.FACT: Yahoo checkers is funFICTION: I am really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107266951104050261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107266951104050261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266951104050261' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107236519854416546</id><published>2003-12-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T07:13:34.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas MorningIt is christmas morning here. All of our houses gifts are next door, with our grandparents. We are waiting for them to call us, and it is funny. We haven't eaten, I have been up the longest, and woke everyone up in quick succesion. But I don't feel the anticipation. I don't realize it is Christmas, and that fact disturbs me the most. I know it is in my head, but not anywhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107236519854416546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107236519854416546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236519854416546' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107213266465302359</id><published>2003-12-22T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T07:14:26.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WildSo I was checking the number of hits I get and I got 17 wednesday. One was for "anne frank worst things she has done". It is a mad world we live in, and made madder by the internet. I mean... bless billy for this wonderful invention. Blah. Merry whateverI am happy that the holiday season is here. Merry christmas. I happen to be christian, but of no exact faith, as it would belay my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107213266465302359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107213266465302359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213266465302359' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107170276527981993</id><published>2003-12-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:50:33.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are happyWell, to the largest news item over the last week. "Angel" is another re-run. Just kidding. I figure that everyone else it talking about Saddam Hussein, so I might as well. The Coalition has caught the bas... I mean bad man. The only place that is bad news is France, and the Dean campaign. And you can go to other places to find out about those two. I find Pave France is a good place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107170276527981993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107170276527981993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170276527981993' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107076012807921710</id><published>2003-12-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T17:22:19.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have been informed that I am weird. I believe the correct term is duh. Besides. I try hard to maintain my odd/weird status in society. I actually have to say "Who cares" once a month or two. Besides the fact of the mainstream society believes my kind are either dead, or not in mainstream, and so many people say "Shut up." I say no. Why? Because I can. Because I want to, because it is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107076012807921710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107076012807921710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076012807921710' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107025600228697726</id><published>2003-11-30T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T21:20:12.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now is the time for all good gentlemen to come to the aid of his fellow man.And now is the time to sleep. Good night, and good riddance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107025600228697726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107025600228697726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107025600228697726' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-107008148924406409</id><published>2003-11-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T20:54:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: THIS JUST IN::The Mighty Ducks have won a game. After tying the New Jersey Devils, They beat the Chicago Black Hawks!!!Nice.    Well. And this means WOO HOO.Well, I have decided to make it official. I am the craziest, weirdest, and closest thing to a sane psycho there ever was. And when we say that others are nuts, look in, and we find that wasn't so insane. Life is short. Not even 90 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107008148924406409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/107008148924406409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107008148924406409' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106956034794682267</id><published>2003-11-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:05:55.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, My world rocks. I am finally having fun in life. Jenn is a miracle worker. I am even trying to end hostility with the babtist girl. If I can get a hold of her on AIM, that is... And maybe I can finally decide whether to hate her, or to play nice for jenn's sake, if not the schools mental health. And the Canadians, and the Oilers Mega game was cool. I watched part of it.And My father and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106956034794682267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106956034794682267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956034794682267' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106908340488789633</id><published>2003-11-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T07:36:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STATE: ConfusionThe world is lost. I give up trying to help it. Not my place.AND I NOW HAVE A VANDETTA AGAINST A BABTIST GIRL. She tried to convert me and a no-god friend I have. He isn't an atheist, but he doesn't believe in god. I am a christian, of no particular sect. Not babtist, not catholic, not greek orthodox.But she has the nerve, the pure unadulterated gall to hand out a pamphelet: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106908340488789633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106908340488789633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908340488789633' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106818036564207159</id><published>2003-11-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T20:46:08.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELCOME TO MY WORLD. IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. I HAVE PROOF. WHEN A PSYCHO-FREEK LIKE ME CAN GET A GIRL LIKE I HAVE!!!And the ducks are losing, and the refs. aren't helping.My spanish is not quite as bad, but not good.My life isn't good, bad, or ugly, and Huckleberry hound isn't singing.I have read part of anne frank.Reading "The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood" by Howard Pyle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106818036564207159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106818036564207159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818036564207159' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106678024255044477</id><published>2003-10-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:55:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome again. The goverment is as is, complaining won't help. The world is as is, complaining won't help. The I is in team, if you say " I am part of the team." And the politcians are funny as all can be. Welcome to Madness and Mayhem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106678024255044477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106678024255044477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678024255044477' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-10667801410740735</id><published>2003-10-21T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:49:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS UPDATE 10-21: IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. IT'S THE END OF THE AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE. That said, Hullo, How are you? I have to read "The Diary of Anne Frank", and I can't get into it. And I don't like that the Mighty Ducks lost on Sunday. Or that the tree's have a vandetta with me, but made peace with the mole men. Just kidding,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/10667801410740735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/10667801410740735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10667801410740735' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106585170451006309</id><published>2003-10-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:57:25.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you are almost done, life says "Here, I'm not done laughing. Try this one."Well, I have Spanish, year one, for my 5th period class, and he's (in his own word) a little self centered.I was explaining to someone what a 45 was (the smaller then a 33 record record) and he made us stand outside. Well, were standing, and she(Alana) (asks me "do you think he'll let me go to the bathroom?" She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106585170451006309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106585170451006309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106585170451006309' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106565675414040534</id><published>2003-10-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T16:45:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arnold is the Governor of California, despite bashing, thrashing, and mexi-Davis, and all kinds of other things that people wanted, even my english teacher. I on the other hand, am happy. No more davis, no mexi-davis (oops, I forgot to tell you, mexi-davis is Bustamante). On the other hand, Galagher, and Coleman, and the one stripper chick faded out after a while. On the other hand, it is not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106565675414040534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106565675414040534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106565675414040534' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106541096302718775</id><published>2003-10-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:29:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boring day.All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.-- The Book of Bokonon / Kurt Vonnegut Jr.Love that line. that and A diplomat is a man who can convince his wife she'd look stout in a furcoat.Nice, no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106541096302718775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106541096302718775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541096302718775' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106533120181352563</id><published>2003-10-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:40:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funerals. I went to a funeral today. It was sad during the service, but after that, there was nothing that bad.I didn't go to the casket, and look at my uncle's face. I was too afraid. I regret it, somewhat. But I can still remember him as he was, this tall, mountain of a man. My Uncle had cancer. He had one, I can't remember what type, that he beat. I have a feeling that it caused the Lymphoma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106533120181352563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106533120181352563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533120181352563' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106514385311541436</id><published>2003-10-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:17:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah. Tired of listening to me? Not yet... Well, I have to say that if you are still here, Congratulations. Most of you should have left when I said I was a guy, and I was 14.  Those of you who kept reading, I applaud. And now for what you came for.I shouldn't say this, but What? The world is falling apart around our ears, and my hammer isn't big enough. Politics suck. Nukes here, Islam there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106514385311541436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106514385311541436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514385311541436' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106506831281574581</id><published>2003-10-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:18:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha. Had alot of fun today. Moved large rocks, painted large rocks, walked maybe a half mile, to 3/4 of a mile home, and got my favourite watch covered in white paint. Went to a friends before I became uncovered in white paint. Kinda fun. NOW. For real news. I was watching something. Now I now this is bad (politics) but's wrong if you say "Under god," or wear a cross (christian), or display the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106506831281574581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106506831281574581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506831281574581' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106488887628616670</id><published>2003-09-29T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:29:15.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        Yeah, New week. Not good, but new (like politics. never good, but always new.)       Now I wonder if you  understand where I come from. I am 14. Just because I am young doesn't mean I don't know what I am talking about. I talk about what I know, think I know, and hope people can look at it and say "Huh. I see. Don't like it, Don't agree, but I see." And that's my pesimist side.        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106488887628616670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106488887628616670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488887628616670' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5871639.post-106476927333835903</id><published>2003-09-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:12:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I am Arrowatch, And this is my first blog, so please don't yell at me yet. I am not afraid of people yelling at me, or getting allittle pissy.And if you don't care about the Global warming, Don't believe that The Iraqi's are complaining, Know that the oil isn't going to run out, and know that i am insane, You are my new best friend. (This excludes my father, and all members of green piece</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106476927333835903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5871639/posts/default/106476927333835903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arrowatch.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476927333835903' title=''/><author><name>Arrowatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477220933621519652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
