<?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-3115375927479631648</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:16:23.328-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='LotRO'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Happiness is...'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='CoH'/><category term='Discovery'/><category term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Ana's Bananas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2886875407278767548</id><published>2011-05-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:51:05.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, home on the move</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my new (temporary) home, in a completely new city, with new roommates (people I know), on furniture I just bought after the move. Everything is unfamiliar and I have only a few select items with me, rather than surrounding myself with all my stuffs. However, oddly enough, I feel quite 'at home' anyways. The reason for this, I think, is that now that I have internet connected, I can plug myself into the world, from only a slightly different vantage point. I can also plug myself into my MMO of choice. It's like bringing a lot of friends with me, wherever I go. This one thing provides a lot of familiarity and so I am quite comfortable, even newly transplanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, internets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2886875407278767548?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2886875407278767548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2886875407278767548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2886875407278767548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2886875407278767548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-home-on-move.html' title='Home, home on the move'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1939888216927832561</id><published>2011-04-27T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:31:50.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, Canada</title><content type='html'>Canadians everywhere are staying home on voting day because none of the choices are appealing. And why bother when the sole drive of our candidates is to earn votes and gain/stay in power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why: to tell the monsters in our government that we do NOT approve. We don't? What don't we approve of? You mean you don't know? Of course you don't. Well, learning is fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://compellingcomics.justsomeguy.com/CanadaVotes2011/Canada.html"&gt;http://compellingcomics.justsomeguy.com/CanadaVotes2011/Canada.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1939888216927832561?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1939888216927832561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1939888216927832561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1939888216927832561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1939888216927832561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2011/04/wake-up-canada.html' title='Wake up, Canada'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4497439557249294522</id><published>2010-08-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:52:31.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Raid Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Raiding is a feat of coordination. You and eleven (or sometimes 23) other people are getting together to complete monumental tasks that take a lot of working together and relying on one another to accomplish. It can be difficult to get this many people together and coordinated, but it's exhilarating when it works. It's like a sport, where all the members have their thing to do and do that for the team to the best of their ability. With a little effort from each teammate, everything can work very smoothly. However, when people aren't putting in any effort to make things work, then things fall apart and we end up wasting 11 (or 23) other people's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign up&lt;/span&gt;. It is much easier to get a raid together when we get enough people signed up. It wastes a whole lot less of our precious time together if we don't have to be searching for people in order to be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show up&lt;/span&gt;. A little early, please. When you sign up, you are saying, “I will go if you will have me.” When your raid leader confirms you, then it's like shaking hands and saying we have a deal. For raid leaders: confirm people a couple days in advance if you have that option. Sometimes this is simply not possible due to low sign-ups, but confirming people lets them know what they're doing so they can plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Familiarize yourself with the encounter&lt;/span&gt;. If you've never been to an instance before, then read up on it. Ask your fellows questions beforehand. Ask the leader questions. The raid leader will explain the strategy for the evening, but these instructions will make a lot more sense if you've familiarized yourself with the upcoming raid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have your equipment in good order&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure everything is repaired and that you are bringing the right weapons with the right damage type(s). Make sure you are traited properly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring plenty of consumables&lt;/span&gt;. This includes, but is not limited to, hope tokens, scrolls, pots (morale, poison, and status remedies), stat food, restorative food, and resistance soups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over the long term, optimize your character&lt;/span&gt;. This means raising your virtues, earning all your class traits, finding that super cool gear you always wanted. It means figuring out what your role is in raids (often quite different from solo or small fellowship, and even more fine-tuned than full fellowship instances), and optimizing your ability to do that. If you're not a dps class, then don't spec for dps. Figure out what you are most needed for, and be able to deliver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be available&lt;/span&gt;. Don't be doing something else beforehand that has any chance of running over time. When your raid leader is starting to coordinate everyone, be amenable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be present and attentive&lt;/span&gt;. Don't be chatting in other channels, don't be in other windows or watching television or chatting on the phone. Do be in the raid channel and voice program (if specified). Do have your 'say' chat visible also, because that's where you get to see what actions the bad guys are announcing that they are doing. Do listen to the strat talk and don't be afraid to be involved. It's best that everyone be on the same page about what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't be distracting to others&lt;/span&gt;. Music is nice, but not when raid instructions are being delivered. Jokes and banter are fun, but too much of that stuff interferes with communication. Off-topic conversations signal that you enjoy your company, which is absolutely terrific, but it also signals to the raid leader that you are not taking this seriously, which can be dismaying for those involved in coordinating the event you are disrupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to keep your AFKing to the designated break times&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone needs a break from time to time. If everyone takes a break at a different time, this becomes counter-productive. For example, in a 12-man raid, if each person takes one 5-minute break, that's an hour of down time. However, if we are a little bit coordinated about our break time and all take our breaks at the same time, then that's only 5 minutes of down time – a savings of 55 minutes! Let your leader signal when a break time will occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't hog the air waves&lt;/span&gt;. Speak up when it's critical and shush otherwise. Keep your broadcasts short and to the point – especially during boss fights. Sometimes several critical things are happening simultaneously that your teammates need to know about, so make sure you are letting others be heard. Use push-to-talk so that your background noise doesn't trigger at the wrong time. If you're using a mic in sync with speakers, then turn your game sounds down or off so that they don't drown you out when you are telling us important stuff. Plus, many people turn their player voice volume way up so that they can hear everything. Hearing your battle-sounds through your mic at a max-cranked volume can be painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4497439557249294522?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4497439557249294522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4497439557249294522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4497439557249294522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4497439557249294522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2010/08/raid-etiquette.html' title='Raid Etiquette'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-218685064616590745</id><published>2010-08-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:56:23.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>My computer killed me</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it didn't really kill 'me', but it is responsible for the first and only death of my warden character on LotRO. I had taken her (level 36 at the time) to do an epic escort quest to save Dori from being held captive in an enemy stronghold. In the middle of this, my computer locked up, but the game kept playing from the server's side and my character, I think (I couldn't see anything happening) stood there and did absolutely nothing while the bad guys surrounding her sliced, hacked and stabbed her to death with their almost trivially weak little axes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about this is that when I restored my computer to function and logged back into that character, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Character selection screen (posted location: Nan Amlug West)&lt;br /&gt;2. Loading screen&lt;br /&gt;3. My warden, standing in the stronghold by herself. Time elapsed: maybe one second&lt;br /&gt;4. Another loading screen&lt;br /&gt;5. My warden, standing in a rez circle (posted location: Kingsfell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is, the game spew said that Dori had been defeated, and that I had succumbed to my wounds, but it didn't say I had been defeated. It also did not give me the standard 'defeat tooltip' that every character sees upon their first death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps my character did NOT die. I am conflicted about whether I can still say I have never killed my character, since I technically didn't, and the game may also not think so either, given the weird behaviour exhibited. It's really tough to say. I did wake up in a rez circle. I did not see my warden die. I did 'succumb to my wounds'. I did not get incapacitated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-218685064616590745?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/218685064616590745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=218685064616590745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/218685064616590745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/218685064616590745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-computer-killed-me.html' title='My computer killed me'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-210619941644545286</id><published>2010-07-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:23:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostrophes don't make you look smarter</title><content type='html'>Remember in grade school how you learned about making things plural? It was mostly pretty easy - you just had to tack a letter 's' to the end of your noun and voila: plural! Sure, there were the occasional words that required you to add 'es' instead of just 's', but that was no big deal, right? Life was pretty good back then. Grammar was easy stuff and you were its master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but then there was that epically dark day when you learned about possession and your world just sort of imploded. Why would they use your precious letter 's' for an entirely different function than plurals? Who thought up this mess? The only way to differentiate between plurals and possessives were these pesky little tick marks hovering oh so innocuously, mocking the previously perfect system. That day shall forever haunt you as the day apostrophes ruined everything. Possessives got tricky when you had to remember different rules for who was owning what and how many things were owned. That's when the two 's' worlds really collided: when plural things were possessed, possibly by plural owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, that's also when the whole there/their/they're fiasco erupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onward, the letter 's' has been subjected to all kinds of misery, and the once-functional apostrophe started being strewn about. People just sort of forgot that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't need an apostrophe to pluralize a word&lt;/span&gt;, even if the word is really weird. If a particular word is sort of new or unfamiliar to you, or colloquial, or spelled funny, these are not reasons to add an apostrophe. If you're talking about a decade, it's the '80s, not the 80's (the reason there is an apostrophe at the beginning of '80s  is because it is short for 1980s, and the apostrophe takes the place of the chopped off 19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you learned about apostrophes after you learned about plurals, thereby making apostrophes the more advanced of the two concepts, and even though apostrophes are the more tricky to use, you absolutely do not look smarter when you use them where none are necessary. Trust me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-210619941644545286?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/210619941644545286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=210619941644545286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/210619941644545286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/210619941644545286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2010/07/apostrophes-dont-make-you-look-smarter.html' title='Apostrophes don&apos;t make you look smarter'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-7952942968556259668</id><published>2010-03-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:04:58.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love these ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/S6lHOkhCrXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bgmFh24t6o0/s1600-h/stupid+ad.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/S6lHOkhCrXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bgmFh24t6o0/s400/stupid+ad.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967139554700658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- This is one of many ads I saw today. What caught my eye was the minus sign. I was thinking it might be fun to take them up on their offer and have them pay me $4.95 as well as the 1000G, and I don't even play WoW. But, five bucks is five bucks, right? I could have a lot of fun and sign up for a million gold. that would be $4,950.00 to me, then. A pretty decent living, but why stop there? I could order a billion gold, or a trillion, and really make a fine living. Of course, then there'd be the problem of what the heck would I do with game money in a game I don't even play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: I don't cheat or advocate cheating. This post is purely to make fun of a typo, and while I don't usually stoop to pointing and laughing, these companies pretty much deserve it, because this kind of cheatery is despicable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-7952942968556259668?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/7952942968556259668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=7952942968556259668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7952942968556259668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7952942968556259668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotta-love-these-ads.html' title='Gotta love these ads'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/S6lHOkhCrXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bgmFh24t6o0/s72-c/stupid+ad.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8229456310705723045</id><published>2009-12-15T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:38:40.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Unique!</title><content type='html'>So, I googled my name this morning, for kicks. It's amazing the stuff that comes up. For instance, I learned today that there is only one person with my name in all of Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8229456310705723045?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8229456310705723045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8229456310705723045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8229456310705723045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8229456310705723045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/12/unique.html' title='Unique!'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1225152208620697484</id><published>2009-12-09T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:30:33.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Skirmish Tips and Tricks</title><content type='html'>I'm no expert at skirmishes. I am in the process of learning all kinds of things about skirmishes, and with any learning process comes encounters with various problems. Following are some tactics I've developed to overcome various problems I've run into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: My soldier initiates fights before I've had a chance to do some crowd control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Run backwards toward the fight. This puts your soldier the farthest away from the skirmish. Then do your CC while everyone is still positioned favorably. The non-CCed baddies will rush up to you, and your soldier can wallop them to her heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: The NPCs keep doing ____ which I don't like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Let 'em run out of power. Then all they can do is auto-attack, which, while still potentially a problem, is better than letting them have their full arsenal of actions you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: I can't do the optional encounter without becoming overwhelmed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: get yourself into a position where you are in a fight with several baddies and no lieutenants, and then pull the optional encounter, and focus on that one. As long as those other baddies are still alive, I've found the next fight won't start. This is better than having both the encounter and a lieutenant in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: I can't see my fellows' soldiers' health bars. How can I heal them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: The coloured marking (looks like a 4-pointed star) under every soldier and NPC is a health indicator. Green means healthy, yellow means about half health, orange means desperately needs healing and invisible means your soldier/NPC bit the bullet so why are you still looking at the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Tip: You can also target any of your fellows and their pets and soldiers (as well as your own!) by hitting certain hot keys, F1 through F6. Hitting the key multiple times cycles you through your fellow and his pet and/or soldier. F1 maps to you, and F2-F6 map to each of your fellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: I need a couple more seconds to heal up/eat/prepare before the next fight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Predict where the next fight is coming from, and run away from that spot. Your NPCs will be fine for a few seconds while you hide from combat and prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: I keep running out of power!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this hasn't happened to me but I keep reading how it is happening to others.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: In non-solo skirmishes, do power-restoring FMs.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Bring a LM (What? Okay, so I'm biased. ;))&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Try power-conserving stances/instruments/skills. Skirmishes have a big endurance factor to them.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Boost your will/fate/ICPR/OoCPR stats.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Allow your soldier and NPCs to do more of the dirty work. Possibly, place a hunter fire someplace where you are not likely to get caught in combat. Hang out there while the NPCs handle things for a few seconds. Be ready to rescue those NPCs when you do decide to join the fray.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Consumables are your friends! Bring the biggest, bestest blue potions you can get your hands on. Scrolls of battle/warding cut down on the amount of work you need to do. Food that restores power is handy, too, and of course, hope tokens never hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Watch those lieutenants to see if they are doing something to your power.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Try a herbalist. Apparently they heal power as well as morale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1225152208620697484?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1225152208620697484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1225152208620697484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1225152208620697484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1225152208620697484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/12/skirmish-tips-and-tricks.html' title='Skirmish Tips and Tricks'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4926560532409086033</id><published>2009-12-03T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:42:27.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Soldiers vs Pets</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about skirmishes and trying to figure out the nature of the beast, so that I can learn how to excel at them. I play a lore-master, primarily, which means that I am used to having a pet to do my bidding. I thought that surely my soldier would be the same kind of thing and that I had a leg up on how to deal with them. Well, I don't. Soldiers are a whole different thing, really. Here are some key differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pet will obey a variety of commands, such as 'kill everything that can blink' or 'sit still no matter what'. You can't control your soldier. Your soldier is a free-'thinking' being who will do basically as she pleases. She is like your classic townsperson who has 'had it up to &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;' with the evils besieging her town. She's frothing at the mouth and raring to go and you don't have any ability to hold her back (other than not summoning her in the first place - a bad idea). She'll break your roots and mezzes and she won't care. She'll run up to the boss doing AoE if it suits her - you can only tell her to attack something else if you want her to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, you can tell your pet where to be. You can tell them to stay or follow. You can try to control your soldier's position, but you'll have to be clever about your own positioning to do this. I believe this depends on your soldier's role, but an example is the warrior, who insists on being in front of you. This translates to always being in front of you no matter which direction you are facing. She will run off ahead of you, so if you think there's something there to aggro, be prepared for her to begin the fight on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; schedule (not yours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Handy trick: I've taken to backing toward fights, so that I am between my target and my soldier. That way, I can initiate the fight by mezzing my choice of targets (I don't have to face my target for that to work), and then the others rush toward me, and since my soldier is standing further from them than I am, and facing away from them, it buys me more time to drag them away from my mezzed target before she opens up her AoE attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relative Importance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets are important, but if you lose your pet, you will probably be okay. Soldiers are much more important in the land of skirmishes. You will constantly be outnumbered, and I am getting the impression that your soldier isn't just there to help you take the edge off of that. I believe the idea is that your soldier is supposed to be, in basic terms, your equal. If you're in a 3-man skirmish, then from what I've seen, it appears to be about the same environment as a full fellowship instance. A fellowship skirmish is more or less like a 12-man raid environment. I haven't tried a 12-man skirmish, but I bet it's like a 24-man raid. The key difference is that your soldiers don't communicate with you, and they don't have a whole lot of variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this in mind, I will be focusing my skirmish marks on getting my soldier up to my level, so she can be a formidable teammate rather than a throwaway helping hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4926560532409086033?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4926560532409086033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4926560532409086033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4926560532409086033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4926560532409086033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/12/soldiers-vs-pets.html' title='Soldiers vs Pets'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8584560670646772422</id><published>2009-12-02T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:46:43.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>LotRO: Seige of Mirkwood</title><content type='html'>I am very, very excited about this new expansion for Lord of the Rings Online. There are so many great things about it and so very much for me to do, especially over the next few weeks, that I consider it a moral victory to do things like sleep, go to work, and perform at concerts. Those people you read about who take time off work on update day - I get it now - I wish I'd done the same, but I know better *sigh*. Here are some of the attention-grabbing features of this update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skirmishes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These puppies are the ultimate in customizable game-playing. You can scale the size, the difficulty, and the levels of the baddies you're fighting (rewards will vary according to your selection). You can start them wherever you want - no more travelling for 15 minutes to get to the battle site. You get your own soldier companion who definitely has a mind of his/her own. You can customize your soldier's race, gender and 'class', and you can control how they get stronger - skillwise, levelwise, and attribute-wise. You can pick from a variety of instances, and there are oodles of things to spend your reward skirmish marks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirkwood!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not paid much attention to this yet, considering the presence of skirmishes in combination with all these obligations (sleep, work, concerts) hogging my time. However, it's a new region, with new monsters, a new rep faction, new quests, new places to see and explore, and new raid content as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crafting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the inclusion of 5 more levels to gain comes the need for shiny new gear, and shiny new things to stuff into your shiny new legendary items. This expansion features more than just new recipes - it comes with a few new &lt;em&gt;kinds&lt;/em&gt; of recipes. Now you can craft a 4th type of relic for your LI (some tradeable, som BoA). You can also craft new armour that comes out in different ways (I will have to check this out sometime soon!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update comes with an optional adventure pack, which comes with new shared inventory of up to 20 items (I think?) that you can share with all your alts. Even if you didn't purchase this adventure pack, you can still take advantage of the new mount system to gain a free bag space slot or two (or in my case, 6) by converting your mount token to a mount skill. Each horse token becomes its own skill! You'll probably need this space too, for your different types of skirmish marks. Aside from inventory, you will also have to re-spend your legendary points on each of your legendary items, because they all got a make-over as well. And, while you're fiddling with all this, you can also customize your toolbars so that your choice of buttons display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this expansion, the website utility known as my.lotro.com has also been revamped to accomodate skirmish info as well as a host of other tweaks. It's all very neat to see. My.lotro now keeps a skirmish log for you, with all kinds of stats and even some charts. One thing it came with was a big reminder of all the characters I've made over various servers. Their new lottery feature includes a list of all your characters that are eligible for the lotteries, and today's lottery looks like it is available to every character. Seeing this, I looked over at my character list, and I have an even 30 characters, including monster characters. This number is about to change to 31, as I am planning on taking advantage of my new character slots that came with the adventure pack I purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be verrrrrry busy over the next little while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8584560670646772422?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8584560670646772422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8584560670646772422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8584560670646772422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8584560670646772422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/12/lotro-seige-of-mirkwood.html' title='LotRO: Seige of Mirkwood'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6948749186935947409</id><published>2009-11-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:24:52.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Musings on 'Socialism'</title><content type='html'>Socialism is spoken as though it were a dirty word in the US, and this sentiment is spreading northward into Canadian territory as well. I'm not sure quite why that is, really. This is a continent that has a very large percentage of Christians (of various stripes). Christian institutions, on the whole, seem to advocate socialism, in a sense, in that they often organize charities and emphasize helping those in need. In the bible, you come across stuff like this all the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 31:9 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;Speak up and judge fairly;&lt;br /&gt;defend the rights of the poor and needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the political disconnect? I will confess to being largely ignorant on the topic, but it seems to come to light mostly with the public healthcare issue. The have-nots want it, and the haves don't want it. And before it gets seriously considered, before too long, someone spits out the dirty s-word and all thought on the topic ceases. The problem is that just like other public institutions such as road infrastructure and schools, policemen, firemen, television, and many other things, public healthcare helps everyone and it helps the population as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's the issue of how to make healthcare work, what exactly the nuts n bolts of such a system would be, but people have a hard time thinking about it because the word 'socialism' pops up and people's brains shut down. I live in a country that has public healthcare and I'm glad we have it. Could it be better? Sure. How? That's a difficult question. Would I give it up completely? Not easily. Does this make me biased? I suppose it well could, but even so, we're also still a capitalist country. Just, we seem to choose tenets of the socialist philosophy that enrich our lives, and the tenets of capitalism that help us excel as well. I think the key is balance. I don't think 'socialism' should be a show-stopping word, and I don't think 'capitalism' should be, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6948749186935947409?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6948749186935947409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6948749186935947409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6948749186935947409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6948749186935947409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/11/musings-on-socialism.html' title='Musings on &apos;Socialism&apos;'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8824052729976272883</id><published>2009-10-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:23:18.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip - Day 7 and 8</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure looks like I've procrastinated quite a lot on this road trip report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 involved on of the weirdest 'enter a building' procedure I've ever encountered. We woke up in our ginormous hotel room, ate a buffet breakfast, and headed for downtown Detroit in search of information on a particular rent collection/payment program. The building we had to go to was a government building, and it must have been a pretty important one, because we had a hell of a time even getting inside, due to the building's security. Most public buildings involve entering the front door, but not so for this building. We tried it, and right away people from inside the bulding were running toward us yelling, "Not this way!" They shooed us out right quick. People outside the building helpfully told us we had to go around to the side to enter. So, we tried this, and again, people ran toward us yelling, "Not this door!" and "Not this side!" So, back outside again, and thoroughly perplexed, we looked for another entryway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did eventually find a way in, and, once inside, we had to wait in line to go through security. This is not really an issue for us since we don't carry weaponry or illegal stuff or the like. However, this time, we had with us every shred of electronic equipment we had brought on our road trip, since it's foolish in the extreme to leave that kind of thing in the car. As everyone there says, "This is Detroit!" So, the security guys who had to x-ray our bags had a really fun time taking out each and every item, including tangles of cords and wires, papers, and quite the assortment of other knick-knacks. Then they very sloppily put everything back in, so that papers were crumpled and things protruded in a badly balanced and uncomfortable arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to where we needed to go once inside the building also took us a while, considering that after the strict and unadvertised entry procedure, they just sort of turned us loose. We did eventually find a listing someplace for the general block of floors we needed to head to, with the obvious first choice turning out to be under construction - no offices were open on that floor and we probably shouldn't have been there, but we didn't know that at first. We did find the office we looked for, did what we had to do, and then on our way out, the woman helping us realized I wasn't my boyfriend's kid sister but an adult in my own right, and then she spent another 5 or so minutes gushing about how young I look, which totally made up for the rest of my experience in that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this escapade, we decided it was probably time to head out - out of the city and out of the United States. We headed for the border, which featured a lot of signs pointing us toward the 'Bridge to Canada'. The bridge, called the Ambassador Bridge, is pretty impressive, and so even if the signs hadn't been there, it would have been relatively easy to find. At the border, the border crossing agent almost didn't believe us that our total declaration after a week of travelling through 10 different states was $9.00 (fridge magnets for every state we went through, except I forgot to buy a Minnesota one). As well he shouldn't have, as it turned out we also had an $8.00 map that we'd forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Canada, we stopped for lunch at a McDonald's that had a recycling program (which was nice to see and something I totally wish we had in our city's fast food joints). Then we headed for Hamilton, which is where our flight the next day departed from. We found the airport, made arrangements for dropping off our rental car the next day, and then continued onward to... Niagara Falls! This was somewhat spur-of-the-moment, in that we'd just decided we should go there the night before, in our hotel room. The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (to myself): I wonder if that place is close to where we're going...&lt;br /&gt;My bf: What place?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That really famous waterfall... you know, really big, popular, Canada side is totally better...&lt;br /&gt;Him: You mean Niagara Falls? o.O&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah! We should see if it's near where we'll be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pause while I look it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, yes it is. It's practically right next to Hamilton. Looks like it's about an hour past it.&lt;br /&gt;Him: We are going there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to Niagara Falls in the late afternoon and, since we had to pay $20 just to park there, spent some time looking around and signing up for a tour through some tunnels behind the waterfall. It was quite a nifty experience, and very... damp. We were given rain-covers with our tickets and it's a good thing, too. Water was spraying everywhere, which made for quite a nice rainbow. The town there is very touristy - it reminded me of Vegas, with all the tourist attractions, lights, restaurants (with views, of course), and fancy hotels. And of course, there were people all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SujuUeyh0VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KymHNb4EL_w/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+082+Niagara+Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SujuUeyh0VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KymHNb4EL_w/s400/Road+Trip+2009+082+Niagara+Falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397826189033328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to Hamilton, searched for a restaurant that was open for us to eat at - it was about 9:00 pm, and due to the economy or something, half the businesses downtown, where we were, were closed down. Two Subway sandwiches and a nice walk later, we bedded down for an early wake-up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 consisted mostly of just flying home. We returned the rental car with over 5000km more on the odometer than when we picked it up initially. Waiting for us at home were two lonely cats and a LOT of veggies in the garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8824052729976272883?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8824052729976272883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8824052729976272883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8824052729976272883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8824052729976272883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip-day-7-and-8.html' title='Road Trip - Day 7 and 8'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SujuUeyh0VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KymHNb4EL_w/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+082+Niagara+Falls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-7296629723234151196</id><published>2009-09-24T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:17:12.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip - Day 6</title><content type='html'>Haha, I totally dropped the ball on this, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, we woke up in Kalamazoo and continued on our merry way. We got to Detroit, which was our 'business' part of the trip. By now, it's been two months since I was there, so the memories are getting fuzzy. The city is very large, and the houses are very cute. They are mostly made of bricks, and they are packed together all cozy-like. Every lawn seems to be meticulously kept. We went there to see about potentially buying property there, so our day was spent looking at all the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to be too much of a socio-political commentary, but from what we observed, there is a very clear line across the city, and on one side, that's white people territory, and on the other, it's black people territory. Home is nothing like that, so it was weird to see. What I am happy to say we did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; see was disrespect between people with different skin colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we saw a few business prospects while we were there, but after two months of mulling it over, we still haven't decided whether we're going to do anything there. It's difficult to know precisely what we can expect out of each potential venture, and so we haven't acted on any of it at this point. Plus, we're not even from that state/country, so even if we knew what to expect out of the transaction itself, we are still not sure how international laws/taxes apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sto0OVuaNbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/amLRJwuvdFc/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+066+Detroit+Hotel+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sto0OVuaNbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/amLRJwuvdFc/s400/Road+Trip+2009+066+Detroit+Hotel+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393680924684203442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we stayed in that night was absolutely enormous. It had 2 big beds, a couch and accompanying sitting chair, a coffee table, a tv, a massage chair, a fireplace, another coffee table and four more accompanying chairs, a desk and accompanying office chair, a wardrobe, a small kitchen with accompanying bar and stools, a jacuzzi tub in its own little room, and of course a bathroom. This room was also the cheapest room we stayed in on the trip, and the price included a buffet breakfast. We of course tried to make use of everything the room had to offer (except the fireplace, as it was July).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-7296629723234151196?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/7296629723234151196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=7296629723234151196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7296629723234151196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7296629723234151196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip-day-6.html' title='Road Trip - Day 6'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sto0OVuaNbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/amLRJwuvdFc/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+066+Detroit+Hotel+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-5260138305749224661</id><published>2009-08-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:48:57.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 5</title><content type='html'>I awoke to Day 5 in a nice comfy bed at a friend's house. After a delicious breakfast of fresh cinnamon buns, we made our way over to another friend's house, along with the couple we'd stayed with, and the five of us began our journey to Chicago. We stopped along the way at a food court place that was built over top the highway, which is a neat idea. We had Taco Bell, which was fun because the boys usually tease me that they're going to Taco Bell at around midnight their time, and I quite frankly cannot do the same, nor obviously join in the fun. Oddly, the menu item I usually order here is not the same in Wisconsin. There's a bean paste in there instead of rice (bean paste is, I will admit, the more normal thing to expect in a burrito, but rice is more interesting and also the reason I choose this particular menu item in my own city).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our way to Chicago, where we went to the Museum of Science and Industry, which was a lot more like a learning center than an actual museum, though the place was home to several artifacts, which were cool to see. There were some old cars there, including a model T. We took several pictures, but mostly they turned out too dark to see much of anything. We saw a giant model train set up, which was cute. We saw baby chicks hatching, which kind of broke my heart, really. Those poor little creatures were hatched with no mama chicken around. Those chicks came into the world utterly alone, save for the other scared, alone chicks hatching near enough the same time. Anyways... *hrmph* One of the displays was a cool submarine, which was captured by Americans during WWII. That was pretty neat to see. There was also a working coal mine, but due to line up sizes and the fact that the museum closed an hour early that day, we did not check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the museum closed, we parted ways with my friends and took off to find a hotel. Unlike most of our trip, we didn't se any hotels off the side of the highway while we were in Chicago, so we stayed on the main drag for a while before deciding to just continue onward, so we ended up just  going around Lake Michigan and onward to... Kalamazoo! Kalamazoo is the friendliest place ever, I think. Everyone was genuinely friendly, not just service-friendly. We told the clerk at the hotel lobby that we were staying in Kalamazoo that night purely because of the name of the city, and he was so delighted, he gave us a discount. As we settled into our room, dusk fell upon us, and brought with it fireflies. This was our first time ever seeing fireflies, and they were very neat. It's hard to believe there's a creature whose butt lights right up, but we've seen them with our own eyes. That night we watched Harry Potter, which was the opening night, and we watched it for $5 each, no line-ups, and we strolled in about 6 minutes before showtime. That was interesting. We scrutinized the tickets after the show and found they'd given us student pricing (hehe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-5260138305749224661?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/5260138305749224661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=5260138305749224661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5260138305749224661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5260138305749224661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-trip-day-5.html' title='Road Trip Day 5'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6833953409760516867</id><published>2009-08-10T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:24:39.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Doing the Dirty Deeds</title><content type='html'>In LotRO, there are certain things you can do that earn you titles, traits or sometimes other things, such as xp tokens for your legendary items. These things you can do are called deeds, and as of last November, when the expansion for LotRO was released, for every 40 deeds you do, you can raise the maximum number of quests you have open by one. When this new quest maximum bonus was implemented, my character had 5 bonus quest slots, meaning she had already done over 200 deeds. I have a new mission, which is to double that. I adopted this goal when I opened up my 49th quest slot, so I decided 40 more deeds wouldn't be too bad, and it's fun to make goals. I also decided I should document which 40 deeds I do to open up that magic 50th quest slot, mostly for the purpose of sating my own curiosity later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different kinds of deeds you can do. There are the dreaded slayer deeds, which I have plenty of to do, since I don't particularly like doing them. There are also exploration deeds, which I quite enjoy. Needless to say, there aren't many of those left for me to do. Another kind of deed rewards you for doing a certain number of quests in an area. There are also hidden deeds, several of which I have done. I may solicit my friends to help me a bit with this kind, as these hidden deeds tend to be unlocked by other people doing certain emotes at you (such as bowing, cowering, saluting, kissing, cheering, and mocking). Others are gained by eating a certain amount of certain foods, which I would like to work on also. The hobby system also rewards you for certain accomplishments (currently there is only fishing, so the deeds are things like, gain a certain fishing skill level, or catch all 9 kinds of trout - that sort of thing). There are also event deeds, for such things as participating in festivals. Finally, there are adventure-based deeds, which reward you for completing instances, often having with them associated exploration and slayer deeds. These are some of my favorite, since you can often get several, just for having an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melawe's list of dirty deeds&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kill dunlendings in the school of Tham Mirdain (Eregion)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kill dunlendings in Eregion&lt;br /&gt;3. Kill half-orcs in Eregion&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill harvest-flies in the Shire&lt;br /&gt;5. Kill trolls in Sarnur (Ered Luin)&lt;br /&gt;6. Kill Angmarim in Forochel&lt;br /&gt;7. Find the deep-fires in Goblin Town (Misty Mountains)&lt;br /&gt;8. Kill orcs in the 16th Hall (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;9. Drive evil from the 16th Hall (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;10. Kill Globsnaga orcs in Moria&lt;br /&gt;11. Kill merrivail in Lumul-nar (Hall of Mirrors - Moria)&lt;br /&gt;12. Kill Ergoth (Hall of Mirrors - Moria)&lt;br /&gt;13. Kill goblins in the Grand Stair (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;14. Carnivore! (eat 3 each of lots of different meat dishes)&lt;br /&gt;15. Kill kergrim in Evendim&lt;br /&gt;16. Pork-chopper! (kill a boar in each of the original zones)&lt;br /&gt;17. Kill giants in Evendim&lt;br /&gt;18. Kill barrow-wardens in Haudh Iarchith (Bree-land)&lt;br /&gt;19. Executioner of the Wicked (slay 6 bosses in Haudh Iarchith - Bree-land)&lt;br /&gt;20. Kill the bosses in the Hall of Crafting (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;21. Collect 5 crates in the Hall of Crafting (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;22. Do 40 quests in Lothlorien&lt;br /&gt;23. Find the Duvardain Quarters in Carn Dum (Angmar)&lt;br /&gt;24. Kill trolls in Carn Dum (Angmar)&lt;br /&gt;25. Kill Angmarim in Carn Dum (Angmar)&lt;br /&gt;26. Explore Caras Galadhon (Lothlorien)&lt;br /&gt;27. Kill orcs in Lothlorien&lt;br /&gt;28. Wanderer of the Golden Wood (explore Lothlorien)&lt;br /&gt;29. Kill worms in Moria&lt;br /&gt;30. The Circle of Despair (explore the area around Barad Gularan in Angmar)&lt;br /&gt;31. Hall of Crafting&lt;br /&gt;32. Hall of Crafting&lt;br /&gt;33. Shire Brewmaster (help the tavern keeps in the Shire)&lt;br /&gt;34. Kill lizards in the Water-Wheels (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;35. Collect flowers in the Water-Wheels (Moria)&lt;br /&gt;36. Kill harvest-flies in Bree-land&lt;br /&gt;37. Lorien Lookout (Lothlorien)&lt;br /&gt;38. Flet-runner (Lothlorien)&lt;br /&gt;39. Kill beasts in Lothlorien&lt;br /&gt;40. Doer of Great Deeds (complete certain deeds in Lothlorien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was an experience. I like how that last one worked out - it seems appropriate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6833953409760516867?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6833953409760516867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6833953409760516867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6833953409760516867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6833953409760516867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/08/doing-dirty-deeds.html' title='Doing the Dirty Deeds'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2418140719811746495</id><published>2009-08-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:43:28.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 of our road trip made its beginnings with us leaving Albert Lea and heading off toward Wisconsin. On our way, we saw lots of wind farms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sn70yfJBJtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vvhr6Mu_lIs/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+046+MN+windmills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sn70yfJBJtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vvhr6Mu_lIs/s400/Road+Trip+2009+046+MN+windmills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367996954062169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, as we got closer to Wisconsin, and also once we were in Wisconsin, wind farms turned into dairy farms with windmills on them, and then dairy farms with no windmills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sn71g4NQtTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OMhtVrq2jRc/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+049b+CROPPED+MN+dairy+farm+just+outside+WI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sn71g4NQtTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OMhtVrq2jRc/s400/Road+Trip+2009+049b+CROPPED+MN+dairy+farm+just+outside+WI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997751064835378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Wisconsin Dells to look for a place called Witches Gulch, but alas, we did not find it. We drove all over town looking for it. I've seen pictures of it, so I know it exists; it must have been hiding on me. We finally gave up and stopped for lunch at an IHOP, which we had been thinking about doing at some point during our trip. Wisconsin Dells is a very small town with a very small population, and a large amount of tourism. It's kind of what I imagine Banff, Alberta would be like if you took it out of the mountains and traded in the moose/elk for waterslides and the like. All the appropriate elements are there: quaint but touristy downtown, pedestrian crossings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, people everywhere, out-of-towners working at the service places, and, where there isn't a bunch of buildings, nice roads with trees and nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we continued to Milwaukee, where we met up with some friends of mine from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings Online&lt;/span&gt;. Now, that was really neat. I already knew these people, but I didn't know their faces, their families, their homes, their day-to-day lives. It was a treat to see them, a lot of them all together at once. My mother worried a lot when I told her I was going to be staying at a friend's house - she told me all kinds of horror stories of people meeting up with people they'd only met online. I told her if he was creepy, we didn't have to stay there. She told me if he was an axe-murderer, I wouldn't know until it was too late. However, as I suspected, there was no need to worry. There was about as much chance I'd mis-gauged my friends as there was I'd mis-gauged my coworkers, classmates, relatives or other friends whose houses I'd been to after only being their classmates. There's always a slight chance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; you know could be a bonafide psycho, which is why you sort of test the waters before jumping in. Anyhow, it was nice to see my friends, healthy and happy, and meet their families, who were also wonderful. We had a barbeque feast, complete with such wonders as colby-jack cheese and lime chiffon (which I will have to learn how to make), neither of which I'd ever had before. All in all, this and the following day were my favorite part of the whole trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2418140719811746495?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2418140719811746495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2418140719811746495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2418140719811746495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2418140719811746495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-trip-day-4.html' title='Road Trip Day 4'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sn70yfJBJtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vvhr6Mu_lIs/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+046+MN+windmills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6577119535899626944</id><published>2009-07-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:32:43.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3, we woke up in the Badlands National Park in South Dakota. This place is so incredible, mere words don't do it justice. Neither do these pictures, but they're pretty good nevertheless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0rImeA7gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cmdd1Stq310/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+035+SD+Badlands+Notch+Trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0rImeA7gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cmdd1Stq310/s400/Road+Trip+2009+035+SD+Badlands+Notch+Trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990158033513986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0stljBlrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZzrM9-o1IsI/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+029+SD+Badlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0stljBlrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZzrM9-o1IsI/s400/Road+Trip+2009+029+SD+Badlands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362991892952880818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0rJCciKjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bfMZ1KTFfek/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+042+SD+Badlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0rJCciKjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bfMZ1KTFfek/s400/Road+Trip+2009+042+SD+Badlands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990165543496242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top picture is a picture of the ladder stairs we climbed to get to the top of Notch Trail, which was a pretty neat, although short, hike. The view at the top is spectacular (the second pic). The third pic shows how vast an expanse these structures are, and it also shows the stripes of different colours, and how many layers there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went on our merry way, to Minnesota. The rest of South Dakota, along with most of Minnesota, was not nearly so captivating as the Badlands, and as such, I actually slept through large portions of both. We stayed in Albert Lea, MN, that night, in a hotel with a shower that had no tub - just a slight dip in the tile floor so the water wouldn't get everywhere. After cleaning up, we had dinner and saw a movie (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/span&gt;, which was pretty funny).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6577119535899626944?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6577119535899626944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6577119535899626944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6577119535899626944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6577119535899626944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip-day-3.html' title='Road Trip Day 3'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sm0rImeA7gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cmdd1Stq310/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+035+SD+Badlands+Notch+Trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2252654067281716734</id><published>2009-07-20T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:15:57.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 2</title><content type='html'>We woke up in a beautiful campsite in Montana on Day Two of our journey. I was not well rested, so I tried to sleep in the car. We spent most of this day in Montana, which has a lot of different scenery, so it was not as boring as one might expect sitting in the car all day to be. Here is one of the many interesting sights we saw in Montana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmUizqRvlyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/soJVWH6MivI/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+008+MT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmUizqRvlyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/soJVWH6MivI/s400/Road+Trip+2009+008+MT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360729202371827490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the I-90 as it made its way across Montana and into Wyoming. In a lot of spots along the highway, the road was paved red. We could see why, since the soil is also red in many spots. Here is a red highway (through a windshield with a bug on it - I did try to avoid taking pictures through the windshield but sometimes that's the only way to capture what you're looking at):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmUlF6vtP-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/fSU81j5rDJY/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+010+WY+red+hwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmUlF6vtP-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/fSU81j5rDJY/s400/Road+Trip+2009+010+WY+red+hwy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360731715053371362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wyoming, we found ourselves in South Dakota, home of the iconic Mount Rushmore. We stopped in at Mt Rushmore to check it out. It was a pretty impressive sight. We of course had to pay to park, but as a bonus, we got to keep our parking pass for there for a year. Unfortunately, this is non-transferable, but at least if anyone else is crazy enough to rent the exact same car and take it to Mt Rushmore, they won't have to pay for the parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmkKxip8NtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rj3oADbDJ64/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+019+SD+Mt+Rushmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmkKxip8NtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rj3oADbDJ64/s400/Road+Trip+2009+019+SD+Mt+Rushmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361828677593872082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, it was getting dark, and we wanted to find our campsite in the Badlands, so we continued on our way. The drive in to the campsite was through Badlands National Park, and we saw quite a lot of wildlife on the roads and not much of anything off the road, since it was completely dark by the time we got there. In flat lands, it gets dark very quickly once the sun sets, whereas where I live, in the mountains, the sun sets but then we have twilight for several hours afterward, as the sun is still technically in the sky - just it gets blocked by the mountains sooner. Anyways, though we couldn't see the landscape, we still knew that the badlands are supposed to be somewhat desert-like, which is why the first of many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frogs&lt;/span&gt; we saw took us by surprise. Driving along that road became like a game of reverse-frogger - we in the car were trying to dodge the frogs! We also saw a raccoon, an owl, a snake, and plenty of rabbits and mice. Every once in a while, some geographical wonder would pop briefly into view in our headlights, so I was very excited by this wildlife wonderland and its many nifty sights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2252654067281716734?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2252654067281716734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2252654067281716734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2252654067281716734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2252654067281716734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip-day-2.html' title='Road Trip Day 2'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmUizqRvlyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/soJVWH6MivI/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+008+MT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-5167296289048090907</id><published>2009-07-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:15:57.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>We started a little late because our car rental process took ages. We had an appointment to pick up the car at 10am, but when we got there, there was no person working in the booth, but there was another couple who also had an appointment for 10am to rent their car. It ended up being that the girl who was supposed to be there was instead out on the lot washing cars. Not filling them up with windshield washer fluid or anything like that, but at least they were clean. However, out of three factors that contributed to not making it as far this day as I had intended, this one wasn't too terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got going, say, an hour or so into our journey, it became clear (from looking at a map, finally) that we were in fact going the wrong way and had to re-route ourselves to be going the right way. This is the sort of thing you really have to watch out for, I'm afraid, when you rely on me to direct you anyplace. However, once we were on the right track, the adventure was quite nice. We went through orchards, vineyards and small vacation towns on big lakes. In one town, they have a canal running through town, sort of alongside the highway, and it is customary for locals and tourists alike to slam on their swimsuits, hop on a floaty toy and bob along down the river:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmOrGcxCyII/AAAAAAAAAHI/PEMGq-TQHLI/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+002+Penticton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmOrGcxCyII/AAAAAAAAAHI/PEMGq-TQHLI/s400/Road+Trip+2009+002+Penticton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360316108790483074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through the border without hassle, and continued along our way. We stopped at a pharmacy/grocery/everything store to pick up breakfast foods for the next couple days and then set out to drive until our eyelids wouldn't stay open any more. We went through some very beautiful terrain, including one area that had been ravaged some years ago by a forest fire. The trees at one time had all been burnt, and you could see each tree still had charred remains of bark clinging to them. However, they mostly looked like white posts with the undergrowth coming up around their bases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmOuKrZ_6wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GdlQTUwP2Y4/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+005+WA+forest+fire+remains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmOuKrZ_6wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GdlQTUwP2Y4/s400/Road+Trip+2009+005+WA+forest+fire+remains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360319479974718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Spokane around dark, and then it was my turn to drive. After getting all turned around, my boyfriend had to take over again and get us out of that city, before it was my turn again. We cut across Idaho (took about an hour) and then went into Montana, where, disappointingly, I only made it a little over an hour before having to stop and set up camp, which turned out, at least, to be in a very beautiful campground. That turned out to be the only time I sat behind the wheel this entire trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-5167296289048090907?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/5167296289048090907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=5167296289048090907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5167296289048090907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5167296289048090907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip-day-1.html' title='Road Trip Day 1'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmOrGcxCyII/AAAAAAAAAHI/PEMGq-TQHLI/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+002+Penticton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4236568412412420886</id><published>2009-07-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:15:57.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>I went on a road trip across the United States last week, and while I'm unwinding and preparing some posts about that, I thought I'd start with the last thing first: our garden bounty from when we returned home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmKT4lPW1oI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fyOLrLQXakk/s1600-h/Road+Trip+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmKT4lPW1oI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fyOLrLQXakk/s400/Road+Trip+2009+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360009106802792066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4236568412412420886?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4236568412412420886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4236568412412420886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4236568412412420886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4236568412412420886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SmKT4lPW1oI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fyOLrLQXakk/s72-c/Road+Trip+2009+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-7249204404407440323</id><published>2009-07-06T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:15:44.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><title type='text'>Delicious Treat</title><content type='html'>This may seem totally weird but once you try it, you won't think so. For kicks I thought I would try Rice Krispies on my vanilla ice cream with blueberries. It is so very good I can't believe I only just thought of it today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-7249204404407440323?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/7249204404407440323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=7249204404407440323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7249204404407440323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7249204404407440323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/delicious-treat.html' title='Delicious Treat'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8269932731925805756</id><published>2009-07-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:28:23.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Update</title><content type='html'>I wish to preface this post with an explanation: there are no June '09 updates to this blog for several reasons, the big one being that my internet provider is dumb and through their own slowness at restoring their service (modem fried, all they had to do was come over and replace it), lost my business. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is growing quite nicely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1M1HR1NfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hs4DJhchBO8/s1600-h/Shed+and+Garden+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1M1HR1NfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hs4DJhchBO8/s400/Shed+and+Garden+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354020007384004082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take good care of this one, checking every day to make sure the peas are grasping their wire netting, shading the spinach, pouncing on every weed almost as soon as it pops up (this actually has its downfall as we do not actually know what all our crops are supposed to look like to start, and so we have managed to prematurely pick several plants that were supposed to be there...), and watering all the time (as watering laws allow, of course) - even going so far as to set up an irrigation system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1N-44WxkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lmkQKRFHwfo/s1600-h/Shed+and+Garden+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1N-44WxkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lmkQKRFHwfo/s400/Shed+and+Garden+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354021274829375042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is out of order from the others in this post, but you can see in this picture also that my boyfriend has set up a potato patch (also with irrigation) in the ditch outside our yard. Our strata doesn't mind this because it means he keeps that portion of the ditch under control, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we also have our strawberry patch, which we do not tend in any way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1OvY4CTLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eFfml1JQTfc/s1600-h/Shed+and+Garden+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1OvY4CTLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eFfml1JQTfc/s400/Shed+and+Garden+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354022108051688626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strawberry patch started in the very corner, in a neat little square. It has a mind of its own, however, and is apparently on a mission to take over the whole yard. The only way we take care of this is that there is drip irrigation there now, and we pick the berries whenever we see them (which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;!). We are letting them do their own thing because apparently they can take care of themselves, and if all else fails, at least we'll have delicious strawberries every summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8269932731925805756?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8269932731925805756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8269932731925805756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8269932731925805756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8269932731925805756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden-update.html' title='Garden Update'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sk1M1HR1NfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hs4DJhchBO8/s72-c/Shed+and+Garden+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3779695421480696681</id><published>2009-05-29T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:25:07.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>Artpad.art.com is a neat website where you can make a painting, and it remembers every brush stroke you make (less the stuff you did right before you hit the 'undo' option). At any time during the painting process, you can have it replay what you've done so far. When you're happy with the end result, you can save your painting and it will give you a link so you can show other people what you've done, and there's a whole gallery full of people's paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew the Shire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?kkfkn623a9g"&gt;http://artpad.art.com/?kkfkn623a9g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really neat replaying how other people drew their paintings. It's kind of like free art lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3779695421480696681?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3779695421480696681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3779695421480696681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3779695421480696681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3779695421480696681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-511560717290654888</id><published>2009-05-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:59:41.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Melawe's birthday today - I created her one year ago. I decided to check her /played time, and the results are: 2 months 1 week 15 hours 26 minutes 27 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes up 18.8% of my last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resolving to get outside a lot more this summer. Between the hiking I plan to do and the garden I plan to maintain, it should be reasonably easy to make this goal. I did these things last year too, but this year will feature both a bigger garden and a bigger hike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-511560717290654888?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/511560717290654888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=511560717290654888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/511560717290654888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/511560717290654888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3926665280685165608</id><published>2009-05-18T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:25:49.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Update</title><content type='html'>Well, the garden is done being built (although the irrigation still needs to be finished), and I've planted everything that can be planted so far (some things need warmer soil, others are going over top the irrigation, and I ran out of some seeds already). I've read a little about companion planting, which is where you plant something near something else, and one plant will benefit the other, either by repelling certain insects or changing the soil in a beneficial way. There is of course a flip-side to this, in that some plants are basically enemies - they pose a threat to each other. For instance, you're not supposed to plant potatoes and tomatoes too close to each other, and there are plenty of plants that can't go near beans because beans add a lot of nitrogen to the soil - too much for some plants to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was figuring all this out and planting what I could plant, the boys have been building a shed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/ShIoIp4DuRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ga91YjjggaM/s1600-h/Shed+and+Garden+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/ShIoIp4DuRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ga91YjjggaM/s400/Shed+and+Garden+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372637532502290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hope I don't kill this garden...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3926665280685165608?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3926665280685165608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3926665280685165608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3926665280685165608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3926665280685165608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-update.html' title='Garden Update'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/ShIoIp4DuRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ga91YjjggaM/s72-c/Shed+and+Garden+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6316898189470323048</id><published>2009-05-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:48:40.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>To Defend and Uphold</title><content type='html'>Over the past month or so, the leader of my kin in LotRO has produced a short movie about our kin, using game footage and a combination of music from the game and music by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_Inspired_by_Middle_Earth"&gt;David Arkenstone&lt;/a&gt;. The video is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Defend and Uphold&lt;/span&gt; and is available for download &lt;a href="http://www.guardsmenofthefreepeoples.net/download/videos/ToDefendAndUphold.wmv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He put a lot of work into making this video, and I am super proud of him, because the end product is very well done. I am also proud to have worked alongside the group of wonderful people who participated in its making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the perspective of one the actresses in the film, I can say that it was pretty neat to be a part of such a process. Some shots in the film took scarcely more than a minute of screen time but took well over an hour to capture. There are many reasons for this. Sometimes we had to wait for the appropriate time of day in-game (because there is a day/night cycle in this game) in order to get the film sequence to look right, or to show a sense of time passing. Other times, some npc or other would wander into the middle of a scene, or add a line or two of his/her own. Another issue we had (that wasn't too difficult to work around) is that we couldn't always coordinate via voice because some players weren't equipped to do so, so it was a little tricky sometimes to cue actors in a timely fashion, so re-takes were sometimes necessary. Of course, there were also times where we had to choreograph several actions simultaneously, such as for the fight scenes. Sometimes also we had to redo things to fit all of us into the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty fun experience, working alongside my friends to help produce something high quality and entertaining to watch. For some scenes, we had passersby watching with amusement and/or curiosity, because a lot of what we were doing was role-playing rather than game-playing. There were several times when we'd be taking and re-taking shots, or standing around apparently idly (all in the same outfit), and once in a while, one of us would randomly move over, or reposition ourselves somehow, but behind the scenes, we were working out how to stand, who would say what when and how we'd be cuing people, and discussing various other ideas for how things ought to go. There were some very interesting role-play scenes going on (where some of our characters would be acting parts of non-Guardsmen), that we might do a few times over, in which case I think people could probably gather what we were doing. It was probably also interesting to watch as we'd be doing something in uniform and one guy without an outfit would be wandering around facing us, strafing side to side or some other peculiar action (that'd be our cameraman). Or we'd be acting out a scene over and over, each time with the cameraman standing in a different spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fair share of outtakes too, which were hilarious for those involved. We may put on a serious front sometimes, but behind the scenes we are often fooling around and laughing. I had a lot of fun participating in this project, and I hope you enjoy the show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6316898189470323048?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6316898189470323048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6316898189470323048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6316898189470323048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6316898189470323048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-defend-and-uphold.html' title='To Defend and Uphold'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2928508426095873740</id><published>2009-05-06T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:49:21.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 10</title><content type='html'>Today I arrived home from work to see the boys busily working on that brick wall. They've gotten quite a lot done! (By the way, this really is Day 10 - I couldn't document day 9 because the boys had covered up their work due to the threat of rain, so I didn't get to see anything). They didn't notice me documenting their hard work in progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SgIQn1HuqKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJ9LGg5jAgk/s1600-h/Day+10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SgIQn1HuqKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJ9LGg5jAgk/s400/Day+10+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843185220528290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting to see it all starting to come together. Look at the difference in soil quality, too - I can't really get over the stark contrast. Soon to come for this little garden: irrigation, arbours, barrels, trellises, dividers, pots, shelves, and quite possibly solar LED pathway lights. Oh, and plants. We can start planting in a couple more weeks. I'm looking forward to getting some crops in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a little side note: those drywall mud buckets are so handy. If you ever do a drywall project, keep the buckets. They make decent stepping stools, they are good concrete molds, they are good for mixing mortar in, and they are pretty decent storage containers for tools and supplies as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2928508426095873740?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2928508426095873740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2928508426095873740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2928508426095873740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2928508426095873740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-10.html' title='Garden Project Day 10'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SgIQn1HuqKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJ9LGg5jAgk/s72-c/Day+10+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2107920596385718121</id><published>2009-05-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:02:00.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A quick note on counting</title><content type='html'>I must not be eating enough junk food, because my chocolate bar took me by surprise today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do they get away with calling it a '3 Musketeers' when there are only two musketeers in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note: it says on the package, "35% less fat than the average leading chocolate brands." Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;. Put Aramis back in there and let's see where we're at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2107920596385718121?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2107920596385718121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2107920596385718121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2107920596385718121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2107920596385718121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-note-on-counting.html' title='A quick note on counting'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-469908303572688127</id><published>2009-05-04T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:53:10.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sadly, I had to return to work today, so Day 8 featured only the boys working on this, but they got a lot done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-Vwwak2JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bt1ZLrGonuU/s1600-h/Day+7+and+8+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-Vwwak2JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bt1ZLrGonuU/s400/Day+7+and+8+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145148692584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-VxJbSA8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qe6ulCK7k30/s1600-h/Day+7+and+8+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-VxJbSA8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qe6ulCK7k30/s400/Day+7+and+8+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145155406431170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the one side is complete, they have started filling it up with soil, so you can really see it coming together. Only a few more weeks until planting time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-469908303572688127?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/469908303572688127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=469908303572688127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/469908303572688127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/469908303572688127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-8.html' title='Garden Project Day 8'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-Vwwak2JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bt1ZLrGonuU/s72-c/Day+7+and+8+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1060303696751929698</id><published>2009-05-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:53:10.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 7 was a day of brick-laying. Progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-PruviOtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fESYUeA_bsI/s1600-h/Day+7+and+8+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-PruviOtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fESYUeA_bsI/s400/Day+7+and+8+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332138465274510034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1060303696751929698?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1060303696751929698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1060303696751929698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1060303696751929698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1060303696751929698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-7.html' title='Garden Project Day 7'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf-PruviOtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fESYUeA_bsI/s72-c/Day+7+and+8+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-9084440582668717177</id><published>2009-05-03T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:50:34.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 6</title><content type='html'>I had to take pictures this morning of Day 6's progress, since the boys were working into the night on this one. Day 6 was all about preparing the area for the brick work, and some actual brick laying too. Before that, though, we had to prepare the beds for the bricks, by digging a small trench and then filling up the trench to the right height with sand. We also had to prepare the irrigation system enough so that we could lay bricks over top of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYQ8jaBI/AAAAAAAAADw/OsnP3bgS8f0/s1600-h/Day+6+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYQ8jaBI/AAAAAAAAADw/OsnP3bgS8f0/s400/Day+6+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752202277185554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys laid out all those bricks in the dark in a crazy wind storm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYL8sbKI/AAAAAAAAADo/vlV9wicpUI8/s1600-h/Day+6+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYL8sbKI/AAAAAAAAADo/vlV9wicpUI8/s400/Day+6+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752200935599266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were pouring the concrete, we had extra concrete that we put to use by making stepping stones. We poured the leftover concrete into some old drywall mud pails we had, and on Day 6 they were set, so we removed them from the buckets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYnriU_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_MW19PtmQSI/s1600-h/Day+6+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYnriU_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_MW19PtmQSI/s400/Day+6+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752208379827186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to Day 7...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-9084440582668717177?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/9084440582668717177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=9084440582668717177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/9084440582668717177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/9084440582668717177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-6.html' title='Garden Project Day 6'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sf4wYQ8jaBI/AAAAAAAAADw/OsnP3bgS8f0/s72-c/Day+6+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4160794254258727284</id><published>2009-05-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:43:04.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfwIdL412JI/AAAAAAAAADY/JOxNfBEuu9g/s1600-h/Day+5+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfwIdL412JI/AAAAAAAAADY/JOxNfBEuu9g/s400/Day+5+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331145356400253074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secksy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4160794254258727284?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4160794254258727284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4160794254258727284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4160794254258727284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4160794254258727284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-5.html' title='Garden Project Day 5'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfwIdL412JI/AAAAAAAAADY/JOxNfBEuu9g/s72-c/Day+5+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3050425408552263347</id><published>2009-05-01T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:02:32.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 4</title><content type='html'>Well, here's another day come and gone - Day 4. We got another load of dirt bright and early in the morning, and I had to move the whole pile out of the way - and there was already a pile of dirt in the most convenient spot to relocate it, so I really had my work cut out for me. Here's our progress for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqTv71fHI/AAAAAAAAADA/3A_Gxh-k-wc/s1600-h/Day+4+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqTv71fHI/AAAAAAAAADA/3A_Gxh-k-wc/s400/Day+4+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330760365208075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a closer-up shot of all that dirt. My arms hurt every time I look at this picture. Oh well, at least I'm totally beefy now (hahahaha). My only reprieve from the dirt work today was the torture session... err, dentist appointment, I had (which I totally forgot about until they phoned me, wondering where I was). By the way, that's 6 cubic yards of dirt there - 3 from yesterday and 3 more from today. We may yet get more, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqUDk-5HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yfZoFnh7c8s/s1600-h/Day+4+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqUDk-5HI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yfZoFnh7c8s/s400/Day+4+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330760370480931954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close-up of the windy path, with the forms all ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqT0_wbTI/AAAAAAAAADI/Efs7zVcpkBk/s1600-h/Day+4+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqT0_wbTI/AAAAAAAAADI/Efs7zVcpkBk/s400/Day+4+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330760366566698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd write more, but my arms have had enough for one day. The pictures are each worth 1000 words though, right? So I hope you enjoyed my 3000+ word post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3050425408552263347?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3050425408552263347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3050425408552263347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3050425408552263347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3050425408552263347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-project-day-4.html' title='Garden Project Day 4'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfqqTv71fHI/AAAAAAAAADA/3A_Gxh-k-wc/s72-c/Day+4+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3360612435873389496</id><published>2009-04-29T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:54:32.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 3</title><content type='html'>Here's some dirt that should actually host a nice garden. You can see the difference between the new stuff (delivered by none other than the best) and the old stuff. The dump truck was just over an inch too wide to be able to back through the gap between two fence posts, so he had to dump the dirt right there, and I had to move that dirt out of the parking lot and out of the way, because we're getting another load tomorrow (okay, another part load, as the bobcat operator where we got the dirt from couldn't reach any higher, so that's really only a quarter of a load you see there):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkVQhcMPdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JDJZkKJuUgg/s1600-h/Dump+Truck+Day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkVQhcMPdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JDJZkKJuUgg/s400/Dump+Truck+Day+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315007568395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a much longer day than yesterday. Yesterday we really only worked on the yard for a couple hours, but today we worked for closer to ten hours. Behold our progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkUvJ90y3I/AAAAAAAAACo/mbUF2f1Htkg/s1600-h/Day+3+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkUvJ90y3I/AAAAAAAAACo/mbUF2f1Htkg/s400/Day+3+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314434331331442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see I moved that whole pile of dirt over - we'll be using a wheelbarrow to spread it through the whole garden, after we install the path and the surrounding 'walls'. Today we also built half the forms for the concrete we are pouring to make the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkUvZj2EXI/AAAAAAAAACw/2nQA-doeZwA/s1600-h/Day+3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkUvZj2EXI/AAAAAAAAACw/2nQA-doeZwA/s400/Day+3+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314438517330290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: concrete and bricks. I've never done any of this stuff before, so it should be a very informative day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3360612435873389496?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3360612435873389496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3360612435873389496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3360612435873389496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3360612435873389496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-project-day-3.html' title='Garden Project Day 3'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfkVQhcMPdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JDJZkKJuUgg/s72-c/Dump+Truck+Day+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2887716399222952870</id><published>2009-04-29T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:02:32.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today was another day of using the rototiller and scooping out gravel, plus some pricing out of various materials. It wasn't that exciting, but we did solidify our plan a lot more and are ready to add some decent soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfjTzoodG-I/AAAAAAAAACg/MvWdhaKQQpU/s1600-h/End+of+Day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfjTzoodG-I/AAAAAAAAACg/MvWdhaKQQpU/s400/End+of+Day+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330243043026869218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the size of some of the rocks on top of the wheelbarrow. We have quite the high quality dirt, let me tell you. That is, of course, why we have such healthy looking grass - all the nutrients and stuff. Tomorrow we are getting a dump truck full of good soil, and we will dig out where the path through the garden will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2887716399222952870?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2887716399222952870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2887716399222952870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2887716399222952870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2887716399222952870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-project-day-2.html' title='Garden Project Day 2'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfjTzoodG-I/AAAAAAAAACg/MvWdhaKQQpU/s72-c/End+of+Day+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6459472945146328080</id><published>2009-04-27T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:16:05.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Project Underway</title><content type='html'>You read that right; the same girl who killed chrysanthemums (supposed to be hardy, come back every year) in 2 weeks (brown n crispy), is making a garden. Also, the girl who's been on all kinds of vacations without remembering her camera actually took a 'before' picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sfaa7B-DqXI/AAAAAAAAACI/8wCGVlCJLww/s1600-h/Day+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sfaa7B-DqXI/AAAAAAAAACI/8wCGVlCJLww/s400/Day+1+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329617547971242354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she purdy? We keep such a fetching lawn... well, not anymore we don't. Instead we're going to keep a nice vegetable garden. Here's the first afternoon's work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfabbHn9ZJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CoTWWqPE_2o/s1600-h/Day+1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfabbHn9ZJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CoTWWqPE_2o/s400/Day+1+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329618099244983442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't work the rototiller, but I was on gravel detail. Here's the fruits of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; labour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfabbRsqzSI/AAAAAAAAACY/PFg9ggT6Nqo/s1600-h/Day+1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfabbRsqzSI/AAAAAAAAACY/PFg9ggT6Nqo/s400/Day+1+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329618101949091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day include uprooting a tree and bashing my hand into a rusty bolt while trying to remove another (you can see in the first picture there is a 'wall' structure in the corner - that was supposed to be our compost area). I actually broke a bolt too... I'm so tough... heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to day 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6459472945146328080?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6459472945146328080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6459472945146328080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6459472945146328080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6459472945146328080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/04/garden-project-underway.html' title='Garden Project Underway'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sfaa7B-DqXI/AAAAAAAAACI/8wCGVlCJLww/s72-c/Day+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-565481190267071000</id><published>2009-04-14T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:16:17.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Fun with Numbers</title><content type='html'>In LotRO (and other MMOs I suspect), there is a function where you can find out how much accumulated time you've spent logged in as a specific character (type the command /played into the chat bar). On a lark, I decided to do this on my main character, Melawe. My result: 2 months, 3 days, 18 hours, 56 minutes and 34 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By itself, that number seems like mere trivia, but I am trained in math, so to speak, so I had an innate need to make that number mean something relevant. Well, here's the relevance: I created that character a mere 10ish months ago, so quickly that number becomes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20% of my existence since her creation has been poured into her&lt;/span&gt;. After a little more tinkering with this /played function, I discovered that my other characters I've created since Melawe have taken up an additional 7% of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that if I sleep for approx. 30% of my time, then there's only 70% left of my life to fit all this play time into, which means that I am logged into LotRO for 39% of my waking life, and this isn't even counting any characters I may play that were created before I created my main character (and there are several of those - the reason I can't include them in my analysis here is that they would pollute the data, since I cannot discern how much of their playtime has occurred since Melawe's inception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we translate this into hours per day, then I play as Melawe for an average of 4.74 hours per day and another 1.7 hours playing as one of my other 5 characters I created after Melawe, for a grand total of 6.44 hours per day (nearly 7 hours per day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of time. Thinking back, every time I get passionate about something, large percentages of my time go into whatever my fixation is. When it was Diablo II, there was a similar amount of time devoted; when it was watching season after season of Buffy on DvD, there was actually probably a greater percentage of time devoted to it, when it was board games, I played every night and stayed up far later than I do for LotRO (I cannot force myself to get less than an average of 7 hrs sleep per night anymore, but I sure did in those days). All these things are much better than homework, which in my university days took up almost 50% of my time (cutting severely into my sleep time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about fixating on one activity for a long period of time is that the cost of entertainment is dramatically reduced. Here are some examples of common entertainment activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a movie in a theatre (per person): admission: $12, snacks: $8, gas: ? time: 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Watching a rental movie, new release: cost, $5, time: 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Cable TV: $40 per month, suppose 80 hours per month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my activities and attached habits:&lt;br /&gt;Settlers of Catan: Cost (assuming it wasn't a gift): $50. hours played: 1000+&lt;br /&gt;LotRO: Total cost (assuming it wasn't a gift): $325. hours played: 3614 (this is a tally of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of my chars)&lt;br /&gt;Buffy (assuming I paid for it instead of borrowing them): $350, for 144 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Theatre: $10/hr (plus gas)&lt;br /&gt;Rental movie: $2.50/hr&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: $2.43/hr&lt;br /&gt;Cable TV: $0.50/hr&lt;br /&gt;Lotro: $0.09/hr&lt;br /&gt;Settlers: $0.05/hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these activities have recurring fees, which keep their cost/hour up, whereas others have a one time fee, and these get cheaper and cheaper the more you engage in them. My current affliction has me entertained for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 cents per hour&lt;/span&gt;, and that will go down and down and down as I continue to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-565481190267071000?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/565481190267071000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=565481190267071000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/565481190267071000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/565481190267071000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-i-been-played.html' title='Fun with Numbers'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-5719373399244006310</id><published>2009-04-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:16:47.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CoH'/><title type='text'>A Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>I recently reinstalled City of Heroes, just for nostalgia's sake. I missed being able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, and upon meeting new friends who had also previously played, I was curious about whether or not we could ever have crossed paths during that time. Considering my discovery that I have 12 heroes spread across 7 servers, it seems like it would be likely, but it looks like they played primarily on one of the few servers I didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that my highest level character was only on level 18 when I stopped playing City of Heroes a number of years ago. That's not really very high I imagine, yet she felt very powerful to me at the time. Upon taking her for a test drive this morning, I realized she really must be powerful, since I completed a mission all by myself (I don't remember how to find a group or what my character is supposed to do once in a group) first try, without really remembering what my skills do, how to steer (I kept trying to use LotRO commands, which don't translate over to CoH), or what all those little consumable things do (although I did figure out that right-clicking them gives me a description without actually using them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the game tells me that I have not played my characters for 3388 days, which is roughly 9 years ago, which is impossible since the game only came out 5 years ago. I wonder how long it has really been, but I know I didn't play for very long because my computer at that time couldn't really handle the game, and physically melted inside trying to run it. Interestingly, I remember playing around Christmas time (I remember gigantic battles against a huge snowman, with upwards of 50 heroes combatting it), so external temperatures were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a factor in my computer's little meltdown. I wonder if CoH days count double, because I estimate I last played 4.5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SeDc9AgPlPI/AAAAAAAAACA/eEIIqgm4XGo/s1600-h/Burninatrix+Cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SeDc9AgPlPI/AAAAAAAAACA/eEIIqgm4XGo/s400/Burninatrix+Cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323497700217296114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my lvl 18 hero, Burninatrix. She burns stuff. It's pretty sweet. I wonder if I wrote up a backstory for her, but I don't remember how I would find out for sure. I wonder if the fun I had with her is at all related to the fun I have with my main character in LotRO, who also burns stuff (my first real delight with my Loremaster was throwing Burning Embers, which has the nifty side effect of leaving a scorch mark on the ground around the target).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-5719373399244006310?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/5719373399244006310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=5719373399244006310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5719373399244006310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5719373399244006310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/04/blast-from-past.html' title='A Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SeDc9AgPlPI/AAAAAAAAACA/eEIIqgm4XGo/s72-c/Burninatrix+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-5781106874971712541</id><published>2009-03-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:03:14.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>St Patrick's Day Festivities</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was St Patrick's Day. In honour of this festive occasion, and also due to opportune coincidence with a recording of an &lt;a href="http://media.switchpod.com/users/moormur/Episode4final.mp3"&gt;interview and song&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bards of a Feather&lt;/span&gt; put on a show. A friend and I were interviewed for the podcast in the link above, and although I think we were both pretty nervous, some interesting stuff came out of it. It was very exciting to have 9 Bards turn up to perform for the recording, as it was the most we've had performing at any one time. With so many people to get coordinated, I think we did alright at smooth transitions between songs, although it gets increasingly challenging the more people there are. We tend to have wonderful audiences who partake in general revelry during and between our songs, and last night was certainly no exception! We started the party in the Shire, moving along to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardsmen of the Free Peoples&lt;/span&gt;' kin yard, then onward to a great secluded area near Trestlebridge, before winding up in Bree. It was kind of a small tour, but at the major town hubs (Michel Delving and Bree), we had some pretty cool audiences. We like to play the music for our own enjoyment, but it really enhances the experience to find that what you are doing is being enjoyed by others also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3365090254_b35723840b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 341px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3365090254_b35723840b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: The gentleman who interviewed us has turned our recording into a wonderful video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rstCk0DRrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rstCk0DRrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-5781106874971712541?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/5781106874971712541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=5781106874971712541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5781106874971712541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5781106874971712541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-st-patricks-day.html' title='St Patrick&apos;s Day Festivities'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3365090254_b35723840b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-90733852291519200</id><published>2009-02-23T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:11:53.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Grammar? Srsly?</title><content type='html'>I try not to be nit-picky, so I often hold my tongue when I see people I like making the same kind of spelling mistakes over and over and over. Here are some minor corrections I wish would make it into collective consciousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;io&lt;/span&gt;la = a musical instrument or a flower.&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oi&lt;/span&gt;là! = Presto! (if you can't get the accent in, no worries, but at least get the letters in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely is definitely spelled with the word 'definite' + 'ly', which is 'de' + 'finite' + 'ly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A watch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; is one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; on watch.&lt;br /&gt;Watch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; are several &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; on watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-90733852291519200?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/90733852291519200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=90733852291519200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/90733852291519200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/90733852291519200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammar-srsly.html' title='Grammar? Srsly?'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4077975226364618632</id><published>2009-02-18T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:25:55.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Socializing and the Internet</title><content type='html'>Lots of people say that your online friends aren't as important as your real life friends, but I wonder sometimes about that. For me, my real life friends are typically more important, by virtue of I have known them longer and so we share a greater history together. This doesn't mean my friends have a seniority order of importance, but it is generally the case. Many of my real life friends are people I've known since high school - I reached adulthood with these people. I've been to their weddings, and I'm watching their families grow together. It's not about the order of meeting people - it's about the bonds we make. It just happens that the longer people know each other, the more opportunities they get to create those bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I spend an awful lot of time with some people online, to the point where, if we knew each other in real life, it would be the equivalent of practically living together. I may never, say, sit on the same couch as them, but I still spend a large portion of my waking day with them, close to every day. There's a point to be made that not being able to share real life experiences with them doesn't make them less important, as friends go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are friends I've met in real life and now keep contact with them solely via the internet. There are friends I've met online only, as well. I consider each of these people to be my friends and barely register the difference between 'online' and 'offline' friends. It would be nice to see each of these people face to face, either again or for the first time, but realistically, in many cases, this just can't happen. I am grateful that I have the internet to help me keep in contact with them at all. Should I prioritize them less because of these limitations? Some people argue yes, but I am just not convinced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4077975226364618632?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4077975226364618632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4077975226364618632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4077975226364618632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4077975226364618632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/02/socializing-and-internet.html' title='Socializing and the Internet'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-5886552370610177642</id><published>2009-02-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:39:56.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Another poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;This one is one I wrote a while back, and there is actually a melody for it as well, which I obviously can't share on a blog. This one's a sonnet, so if I wanted, I could take the same tune and apply it to any sonnet, since they share a rhythmic template. I like this one better than the last one I posted because it has rhythm, rhyme, and structure, and yet still conveys a message.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sweetest Thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter frost makes patterns on my soul&lt;br /&gt;For three long moons I put my heart away&lt;br /&gt;What’s left is but a hungry gaping hole&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing I can offer, do or say&lt;br /&gt;And so I hibernate and wait for spring&lt;br /&gt;I take myself and store me all away&lt;br /&gt;I wait for all the warmth that March will bring&lt;br /&gt;The winter took the sweetest thing away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel not for me the same angst filled sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I feel, now sure of what’s to come for me&lt;br /&gt;This is an opportunity to grow&lt;br /&gt;I won’t call out for help a silent plea&lt;br /&gt;I find my strength inside myself today&lt;br /&gt;To live life while the sweetest thing’s away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-5886552370610177642?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/5886552370610177642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=5886552370610177642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5886552370610177642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/5886552370610177642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-poem.html' title='Another poem'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3742655586497320967</id><published>2009-01-24T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:57:55.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>One Person</title><content type='html'>Quiet, serene, in a little corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;Lies a pool of water so calm and clear&lt;br /&gt;A mirror, displaying the splendors of the sky&lt;br /&gt;A window to a paradise below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wave, one simple little ripple&lt;br /&gt;The calm can endure and overcome&lt;br /&gt;Another and the mirror breaks&lt;br /&gt;And the world below goes into hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! The despair! Splendor destroyed, dashed!&lt;br /&gt;The garbled ruination of golden promise&lt;br /&gt;Patches of skylight, shreds of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reminders of what was had and lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo, all it takes is one sure hand&lt;br /&gt;A guide to lift chins, set sights high again&lt;br /&gt;Or to take one below, beneath the waves&lt;br /&gt;To see clearly that the treasure holds strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person to obscure&lt;br /&gt;One person to reveal&lt;br /&gt;Take the guiding hand&lt;br /&gt;And leave the waves behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3742655586497320967?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3742655586497320967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3742655586497320967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3742655586497320967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3742655586497320967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-person.html' title='One Person'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2168972362263603598</id><published>2009-01-16T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:42:10.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Calais, Zetes and Chione</title><content type='html'>Last night, in LotRO, my Lore-master character earned her pet eagle. I am allowed to name these pets pretty much whatever I want, but naming pets can be difficult. I like short, easy to pronounce names, and my one attempt at naming a pet with Sindarin nomenclature (befitting Middle-Earth) fell flat, and I ended up renaming that pet. In LotRO, there are also special amulets that change the appearance of your pet, in effect giving you another pet (cosmetically). Each appearance of a pet can be named individually, and it turns out that I had access to two amulets that change my eagle's appearance, so I had to think of 3 names for my new pet(s). Traditionally, my pets that share a species also share the first letter of their names (because I'm dorky that way), but for my eagle, I wanted to do something a little different. I ended up naming them after figures from classical Greek mythology. My eagles' names are Calais, Zetes and Chione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calais and Zetes were twin brothers who travelled with Jason and the Argonauts. They rescued Phineas from the harpies and were rewarded with wings. When these brothers met an untimely death, they were transformed into birds. I thought these would be cool names to give my eagles. Then I found out I could make myself another amulet, so I had to think of a third eagle name. After some digging around, I found out Calais and Zetes had two sisters: Cleopatra and Chione. Cleopatra is a name that has been done to death, so I read up on Chione, and it turns out she has a bird-related story also. Chione was beautiful - so beautiful, in fact, that two gods came and, er, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canoodled&lt;/span&gt; with her in the same night. She ended up giving birth to twins as a result. Anyways, she preferred her beauty to that of the goddess Artemis, and was summarily put to death, at which point she was transformed into a hawk, which, while not an eagle, is still a pretty cool bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories - especially Chione's story - really make me wonder about the ancient Greeks. On one hand, their civilization was a time of huge breakthroughs in rational thought, but on the other hand, people were making up stories like this and other people were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; them. I sometimes wonder if there were some secret society that had some kind of contest going with prizes for the most ludicrous story that people actually believed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2168972362263603598?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2168972362263603598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2168972362263603598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2168972362263603598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2168972362263603598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-in-lotro-my-lore-master.html' title='Calais, Zetes and Chione'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1410972434705787116</id><published>2009-01-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:27:37.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Democracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/wikipedian_protester.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 271px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/wikipedian_protester.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/285/"&gt;from xkcd.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/285/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1410972434705787116?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1410972434705787116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1410972434705787116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1410972434705787116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1410972434705787116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/01/democracy.html' title='Democracy'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-6180266358896844619</id><published>2009-01-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:23:23.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Optimization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.crestock.com/450000-459999/453806-xxs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 82px;" src="http://images.crestock.com/450000-459999/453806-xxs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, in my mind, a pretty simple concept, but I think it is one people don't think about. When people make decisions, I have concluded that they always make whatever decision is perceived to be the best course of action at the moment the decision is made. It doesn't matter whether the decision is, ultimately, a good decision or a bad one, but to the person who made the decision, all the factors were weighed in some fashion and a conclusion was reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example: suppose there's a 16-yr old boy who is approached by his friends to go smoke behind the grocery store with them. Depending on a multitude of factors (social acceptance, health, parental control, ethics, money, etc), coupled with an importance he internally places on each of those factors, he may or may not decide to join them. If he has heard a lot of horror stories about cigarette smoke, or he knows someone who suffers their ill effects, he may place high importance in deciding 'no', but on the other hand, perhaps he is desperate for social acceptance - he might then place high importance on 'yes' too. Whether he's consciously thinking of any of this is irrelevant - I argue that the process still happens whether he's cognizant of it or not. Ultimately a decision will be reached, and it will depend on all the factors at that given moment. He may later change his mind, or have regrets about whichever decision he makes, but at the exact instant he arrives at a decision, it is optimal according to his brain, as an accumulation of all his prior experiences, thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep this in mind when people come to conclusions that I think are baffling. I know that there is always more information that goes into any decision than I am, strictly speaking, privy to. I think that if more people understood this concept, then tolerance would increase world-wide. It all ties in with empathy - seeing things from another's perspective. It's just that in this regard, you can't always do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone does something that you perceive to be sub-optimal, then it may be time to analyze the situation. For example, let's go back to that 16-yr old boy. If I were, say, his mother, and I found out he elected to smoke with his friends, then I would try to discuss this with him why he made that decision. I might not successfully get the truth out of him (either because he doesn't know it himself, or because he decides he'd rather not say, or he's feeling guilty about it, or whatever else), but I would be against his decision and try to tip his mind's scale the other way. I might try to add more weight to the 'no' side of that prior decision, or lessen the weight on the 'yes' side, that he may one day change his mind and quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People try to persuade other people all the time this way, either by adding weight to one side, or by taking weight away from the other side. I think in this way, people are pretty decent at working together to optimize in a social sense. Of course, people also try to 'look out for number one', so it's good to have your wits about you when someone is trying to persuade you to make decisions a certain way. Society is also shaped by balancing scales like this - every rule, convention, and custom is a result of a conglomeration of a meeting of these internal scales. It is important that we, as a society, revisit our old decisions when they start to chafe, to see whether there is anything we can add or subtract from the scales of decisions past. This is how slavery was outlawed, this is how women claimed their right to vote, this is how revolutions occur. This is how we grow as people and as a society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-6180266358896844619?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/6180266358896844619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=6180266358896844619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6180266358896844619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/6180266358896844619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2009/01/optimization.html' title='Optimization'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4397673941460659518</id><published>2008-12-29T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:23:11.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Games for Girls?</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is a prime example of meaningless segregation: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Games-Girls-5-Pc/dp/B001FPVG9I"&gt;Ultimate Games for Girls 5&lt;/a&gt;.  It insinuates that games otherwise are for boys, which is absurd. Further, if any boys wanted to play these games, they'd be emasculated for it - not really a great marketing tactic. Now let's take a good look at the games they think are for girls: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Ride&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fetch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Popularity&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pet Schoo&lt;/span&gt;l. Dig in, everybody; it's a veritable buffet of stereotypes! What kind of message does this send to girls? Games for girls: Fetch. Seriously. Family Restaurant - because if it's about food preparation, it has 'girl' written all over it - especially if 'family' is also involved. Hey girls, 'Let's Ride'! (I can't get over this). I can't believe that people buy this, but they must, because this is the 5th one they've made! I know the gaming market is generally geared towards boys, but this is no way to try and balance things out. I suspect games would be far more popular if they weren't geared toward specific crowds. Look at the popularity, for instance, of the Nintendo Wii - there's nothing divisive about the Wii; in fact, I think that they're trying to be as inclusive as possible. But this 'Games for Girls'? Come on, people, don't stoop to this! The games themselves may or may not be any good, but for goodness' sake, don't package them in such an ridiculous manner. Don't reward this kind of nonsense and maybe they'll stop doing it. That's my hope, anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4397673941460659518?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4397673941460659518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4397673941460659518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4397673941460659518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4397673941460659518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/12/games-for-girls.html' title='Games for Girls?'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-7788399160039510423</id><published>2008-12-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:11.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Keeping Up</title><content type='html'>It looks like I've dropped the ball (again) on this blogging thing. I know I was going to try to update more frequently, but honestly, sometimes I just don't have anything of merit to post. I've been filling my time with Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, Christmas concerts and Christmas decorating, which there isn't much to say about - the concerts and parties have been good, and the shopping and decorating have been a bit of a hassle, but nothing in particular jumps out that's worth mentioning because the only people who would care are the very same people who were in attendance. And of course, I can't talk about the shopping, because there are secrets involved, and don't be fooled - there are no secrets on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not Christmassing it up, I'm still playing LotRO (and I'm Christmassing it up there too). I've been trying to act with Christmas cheer and good spirits, and I've been trying to be generous and thoughtful to those I encounter in Middle Earth - moreso than usual, since 'tis the season and all. I have my own goals and ambitions, some with self-imposed deadlines, that I've been frantically working towards, but if someone needs me, I've been shelving that to go help them, and sometimes that works toward my own ends too, whether I knew that it would at the time or not. Things have a way of working out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SVEiCC5m6VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z24bljzeRAU/s1600-h/xmasbardsthorins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SVEiCC5m6VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z24bljzeRAU/s400/xmasbardsthorins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283041256415881554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bards of a Feather&lt;/span&gt;, the virtual band my character is a part of. This outfit is specially designed for the holiday concert line-up we have planned. In LotRO, you can play free-hand by hitting certain keys on your keyboard (this is customizable) while in 'music mode', or you can play music files that are written in &lt;a href="http://www.lesession.co.uk/abc/abc_notation.htm"&gt;abc notation&lt;/a&gt;. The musicality of this is somewhat limited in that there are no provisions for dynamics - everything is played at the same volume. Even still, quite a number of songs have been formatted into abc notation, and the results can be quite nice. I've tried my hand at transcribing various songs, with varying degrees of success, but for this Christmas season, I took it upon myself to create an original arrangement of Jingle Bells - the next step, I guess, would be to move into original composition. Technically, I've already done this, but I would like to do this for multi-part arrangements. It's very exciting, and I'm feeling inspired, so perhaps with some of my Christmas time off, I can set to work on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-7788399160039510423?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/7788399160039510423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=7788399160039510423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7788399160039510423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7788399160039510423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping Up'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SVEiCC5m6VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z24bljzeRAU/s72-c/xmasbardsthorins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2555320036575153456</id><published>2008-12-10T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:23:11.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Division</title><content type='html'>Last post (earlier today) I had a happy little note to post. Nothing of substance came to mind. Now, however, I have found something (and what has it been, an hour or so?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing: &lt;a href="http://arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20081209-blackbird-browser-reaches-out-to-african-american-community.html"&gt;Blackbird&lt;/a&gt;, the web browser made for people of a specific ethnic category. That's gonna fix everything, right? Instead of everybody being equal, here we have yet another instance of one category of people being propped up over everyone else. They do this sort of thing with minorities a lot, in an effort to ... I don't know, validate them? They take a level playing field and add division - this bothers me to no end. For instance, they made a women's television network. What for? All that does is imply that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single other station out there&lt;/span&gt; is a man channel, which is certainly not the case. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's hypocrisy, and that's what this sort of thing is - using segregation in an attempt to eliminate segregation is more than just stupidity. This Blackbird thing encourages its users to separate themselves from the internet even as it posits that the idea is to integrate them into the internet (because until then, they just couldn't manage, right? Please). It's almost exactly the same as the regular browser on which it's based, except with the added feature that the name reminds them of the colour people call their skin, and with features that point you to donation options for charities and the like that also focus on people who share their ethnicity of the intended users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people still, in this day and age, focus on completely superficial attributes when making judgments about other people? Why do we place extra importance on people who are a certain ethnicity when considering making products or founding charities? Why can't we just treat every stranger the same, and every person we know anything about according to his actions and merits?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2555320036575153456?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2555320036575153456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2555320036575153456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2555320036575153456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2555320036575153456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/12/division.html' title='Division'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8858128832920479437</id><published>2008-12-10T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:25:33.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>I had the good fortune to eat Chinese food for lunch today, and the even better fortune to have gotten from my cookie, well, the best fortune ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your good nature will bring you unbounded happiness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;First off, the fortune flatters, and secondly, it tells me I deserve something precious. I always like it when my food is nice to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know this post is vacuous, but it's the best I've got today, and I want to try being more consistent with my posting habits. Plus it made me happy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8858128832920479437?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8858128832920479437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8858128832920479437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8858128832920479437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8858128832920479437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1243172139236424409</id><published>2008-12-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:16:16.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Vegas, Baby!</title><content type='html'>So... we went to Vegas this past week, and we had quite a fun time. First we went to Edmonton to visit family, and then from there we went to Vegas for a few days. On our way to Edmonton, we saw a whale from our airplane window (which actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make sense, as we had to switch planes in Vancouver). Once we were in Edmonton, we rented a car and proceeded to immediately get lost. We were doing fine (for being on the wrong road), looking for 34th Ave, when the sequence of off-roads started looking something like this: 32nd Ave, 9th St, 4th St, 10th St... At this point we decided Edmontonians can't count, and turned around to look for sanity. Once we were correctly on track to our destination, we saw a sequence where 19th Ave was between 23rd and 34th - this was also confusing. After consulting the map, I was able to verify that yes, this is actually what they meant when they were labeling their roads. Anyways, enough about Edmonton - this post is supposed to be about Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we don't have passports, we had to cross the border by land rather than by air, so we flew to Vancouver, hopped on a bus to Bellingham, and flew to Las Vegas from there. We had to taxi from the bus depot to the airport, and the taxi was very late (watch out, this is a recurring theme). We did make it to the airport on time, though, so we were okay. When we checked in, we saw the airport was packed full of people (and that room did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; smell nice). It turns out that there was another flight to Vegas scheduled for earlier that day that ended up just never showing up. Fortunately there are laws saying that when our flight arrived we got first dibs on our seats, but our flight ended up being cram-packed with very angry people from the other flight as well - and not everybody got on our plane either. We ended up being late, but at least we got there! This is where we stayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johnnyroadtrip.com/cities/lasvegas/images/luxor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.johnnyroadtrip.com/cities/lasvegas/images/luxor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building makes me feel very very small. The effect is magnified whenever you step inside - it's pretty much hollow inside, so from the lobby you can see the top of the pyramid, more or less. We are such party animals, we went straight to bed. The next morning we ate a humongous breakfast at a buffet, and then set out to explore. We visited a lot of casinos that day, including the Excalibur, New York New York, MGM Grand, the Bellagio, Paris, and the Flamingo (which was oddly balanced, demographic-wise - it seemed like everyone there other than us were old). We also went to the M&amp;amp;M store, which is four storeys tall and features a free 3-D 'movie', which kind of hurt my eyes since at first it's either out of focus or just hard to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped inside all these places to see the attractions. At the New York New York, there is a giant outdoor roller coaster, which we went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.forbestraveler.com/media/photos/inspirations/2007/Vegas/best-vegas-hotels-05-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.forbestraveler.com/media/photos/inspirations/2007/Vegas/best-vegas-hotels-05-g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that there were a lot of people trying to sell us time-shares, which was okay the first time and really annoying the other fifty million times. You start to recognize their shtick pretty quickly, and my boyfriend had a great time thinking of different ways to rebuff them. They pretend they're interested in where we come from, whether we are married, whether we at least live together, how long we're staying, et cetera. They offer you dinners, tickets to the shows, and/or gambling money, as long as you're willing to spend a portion of your day at their time-share presentation. We didn't want to waste our precious time in a high-pressure sales situation, especially considering how insistent the advertisers were. We did, however, find a place that sells tickets to shows half-price, so we did go to one, which I thought was passable, if a bit uncomfortable at times, considering topless girls are not my thing. The price was right, though, and the drink was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we were tired from all the walking around from the first day, but we decided to do it again, this time pushing ahead even further so that we could try to score free tickets to the Mac King comedy show, an endeavor which we were unsuccessful at. We did a lot of gambling along the way, which was fun because we tried the table games. We did best at roulette but ultimately lost all our money. We had all-you-can-eat sushi at a restaurant across the street from the Bellagio, so we got to watch the fountain show quite a few times over the course of dinner. By the end of that day, we were very tired and worn out, so we sunk into another round of roulette, this time taking advantage of the free cocktails that kept coming around. We won twice on 23 red, which was cool because we always made sure to put a whole chip on 23 instead of using the kitty-corner wallpaper tactics that we used on other numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from Vegas, we had to go through Bellingham, the cesspit of lost time, again. This time, our bus showed up around an hour late, causing us to miss our connection (which may have been the bus that would later get in an &lt;a href="http://www.ctvbc.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20081205/BC_coquihalla_crash_081205/20081205/?hub=BritishColumbiaHome"&gt;accident&lt;/a&gt; with a couple of trucks, but we didn't know that at the time). Luckily there was another bus leaving for home that night, so we got on that one, which had to turn around partway through and go the long way around, since the short route was closed. We did eventually make it home though, hungry, sore and worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1243172139236424409?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1243172139236424409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1243172139236424409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1243172139236424409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1243172139236424409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/12/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas, Baby!'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8462238756080711446</id><published>2008-11-25T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:21:13.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Political</title><content type='html'>Warning: longish post - allow me to bribe you with a video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BC provincial election will be held in May 2009, which is decently far away. We've just come out of a federal election and a municipal election, not to mention the hugely publicized national election of our neighbours to the south. Me, I'm all electioned out - I'm tired of people vote-grubbing. Already, though, our local MLA's office has been phoning everyone with surveys about issues for the upcoming election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the first day we broke out the calendars for this year, American politics has been prolific in every facet of media. After all, picking a new president is hugely important. The US basically has a two-party sytem. Sure, independents can run, but it is widely agreed upon that votes for independents are wasted votes, which is terrible, in my opinion. Many people don't subscribe to either polarized party, but have different stances on different issues. Some people agree with one party or the other on most issues, but may not be as extreme as the parties try to be in their efforts to be as opposite as possible from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada, we have a handful of different parties, which presents its own problems. Other than the Bloc Quebecois, which is centered on looking out for Quebec, we have two parties which are actually decently well aligned and one party which is fairly different, as well as the Green Party, which don't even themselves expect to win. This past election seemed to be all about being 'for' or 'against' the Conservatives, who were at the time also the current ruling party. The problem is that most Canadians were against the Tories this time around, but their votes were scattered among the other three parties (with the exception of Quebec, of course), so the Tories won again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That election also featured the smallest voter turnout in our country's history, and there's little wonder about why - it happened near the tail end of America's campaign period, and who wants to pay attention to Canada's mostly on-topic and somewhat boring, under-publicized, under-the-radar election when you can watch scandal-rife, entertaining, outrageous politics from next door? You could try and find the Canadian stuff - there might be something on one or two TV channels , or you could watch what's going on in the US on 30 or 40 channels. The radio stations are happy to talk about American politics and only spent marginal amounts of time outside their mandatory Canadian content quota talking about our own election, instead choosing to squeeze American politics into their Canadian time-slots by talking about how they would affect our nation. Our election was also called with short notice, and the camaigning took all of 37 days, by a Prime Minister who was vocally against calling early elections (and yet we let that hypocrisy slide - or at least, 42% of us let it slide by not voting at all, and substantially less than half of the remainder let it slide by voting for them anyways). Here is a cute summary of what happened, for all those who missed it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hfGy_b87gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hfGy_b87gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for our municipal election, just after Obama's victory stateside, many of us were just not interested, which is too bad. Municipal elections, in my opinion, are such a breath of fresh air after all the divisive party politics. In the city election, the candidates are not party-affiliated - they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; independents, so we have to choose based on their platforms and qualifications. Further, we vote for 8 of them, plus a mayor. This is excellent, because it means the candidates can't get ahead by pulling their opponents down - they have to prop themselves up instead. It becomes a decision of 'why should I vote for you' instead of 'why shouldn't I vote for your opponent'. The downside is that people have to actually inform themselves about the candidates instead of lazily subscribing to a red vs blue mentality. It's far better for us in the long run, but voter turnout is always the victim because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to BC politics - right now, I frankly don't care. Don't come to my door, don't phone me, don't put propaganda in my mailbox. Give me a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8462238756080711446?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8462238756080711446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8462238756080711446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8462238756080711446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8462238756080711446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-get-political.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Political'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-8740700735464804954</id><published>2008-11-21T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:25:33.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Kinships in LotRO</title><content type='html'>The other night, the LotRO kinship I'm in (kinship = guild in MMO language) promoted one of our recruits to a full-fledged member. We've recently taken to making an event out of promotions as it gives us an excuse to see each other 'in person', as well as making the recruit feel welcome and a part of everything. We all don our matching unofficial uniforms, the officers change our display titles to 'Officer', and the leader changes his  to 'Leader'. Then our leader beckons the recruit(s) in question to the top of our 'stage' and gives the recruits a graduation-style speech, whereupon they become promoted. Then there is much congratulating, cheering, clapping, and general celebrating, during which the leader continues his official duties by 'giving' the recruits the unofficial uniform too (in LotRO there's a cosmetic outfit system where you can equip an item cosmetically and then even when that item is no longer in your inventory, you still are wearing it - we keep a couple copies for the kin that we share around). Then we celebrate some more before visiting Matilda, our inn-league keg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SSbwN-PupaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FUmS-EvzP1Q/s1600-h/ScreenShot00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SSbwN-PupaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FUmS-EvzP1Q/s400/ScreenShot00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271164536721679778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more of us that are present for these promotion ceremonies, the cooler it starts to feel to be a part of it all. This most recent one featured our biggest turn-out yet, so I captured the moment above. It is really neat to be part of a kin that seems to be so unique. I haven't seen any other kins doing a uniform the way we do, and while I can't claim to know for sure, I've never heard of any other kin making a production of promotions, either. Our leader commented yesterday that other players all seem to blend together with their different outfits, whereas we stand out by all dressing the same, and he is absolutely right (plus, our outfits are really sharp!). When we roam around the countryside, crawl through dungeons, or charge through a busy city, we turn heads with our matching outfits. Players will often send me tells complimenting our outfits, and sometimes the comments reach the public chat channels. On explaining this all to my boyfriend, he commented that our kin sounds like what a kin is supposed to be like. I've also gotten some comments to that effect from several of our members. It feels really good to be a part of such a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/em raises her glass to the Guardsmen of the Free Peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-8740700735464804954?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/8740700735464804954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=8740700735464804954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8740700735464804954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/8740700735464804954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/11/kinships-in-lotro.html' title='Kinships in LotRO'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SSbwN-PupaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FUmS-EvzP1Q/s72-c/ScreenShot00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-7885046855819307347</id><published>2008-11-20T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:31:23.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LotRO'/><title type='text'>Renovations and LotRO</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I stopped updating this pretty much right after I started it, but for whatever reason, I couldn't access this page for a while, and then forgot about it altogether. See, I got rather occupied with a project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfzzyEAB-SI/AAAAAAAAADg/n84wXoVlLRI/s1600-h/24+west+columbia+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfzzyEAB-SI/AAAAAAAAADg/n84wXoVlLRI/s400/24+west+columbia+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331404100292704546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find my 'before' pics, for the sake of comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Ana," you say, "surely that didn't take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two years&lt;/span&gt; to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, it didn't take two years to do, but it did take longer than originally anticipated. We were fairly close to on schedule for the basement, but things slowed down significantly with the main floor. There were a lot of little things that kept slowing us down (such as three layers of wallpaper on the ceiling, some stuck on there with glues that are so old modern glue solvents don't work on them), and our money supply dwindled until we could no longer afford to pay for help. It turned into a drag instead of a fun project (at least, it did for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got nearer completion, I fell into Middle Earth via Lord of the Rings Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/3033235366_86321abed9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/3033235366_86321abed9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of many beautiful sights to see in the Shire. That's my main character standing outside of the hobbit hole she used to call home. The game, with all its sights, its mostly very pleasant player base, its storyline and the gameplay itself have captivated me for a year now, and with the newly released expansion, Mines of Moria, offering over 500 new quests, new gameplay, new players, new player classes, new crafting, and many other new things, I think it's safe to say it will hold my attention for quite a long time to come, especially considering there was still so much for me to see and do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; this expansion was released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-7885046855819307347?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/7885046855819307347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=7885046855819307347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7885046855819307347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/7885046855819307347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2008/11/renovations.html' title='Renovations and LotRO'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/SfzzyEAB-SI/AAAAAAAAADg/n84wXoVlLRI/s72-c/24+west+columbia+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4117113476714540562</id><published>2006-12-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:49.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Venus used to be a lot like Earth, but now it's around 480°C - hot enough to melt steel. The atmospheric pressure is 92 times Earth's at sea level. All this is because of a runaway greenhouse effect. Theoretically, the same thing could happen here on Earth. Whether it be caused naturally or by human activity, shouldn't we try to prevent this from happening, if it is within our capacity to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.nineplanets.org/venus.html"&gt;link 1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.solarviews.com/eng/venus.htm"&gt;link 2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4117113476714540562?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4117113476714540562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4117113476714540562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4117113476714540562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4117113476714540562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2006/12/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-3793438680098785822</id><published>2006-11-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:11.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Weather Update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was cold, but at -24°C, today is even colder. Yesterday, however, it was apparently cold enough to burst several pipes at the local university campus, flooding the two buildings I frequented most during my four years there. One pipe burst on the 3rd floor of the Old Main, causing water to flood down a stairwell, flooding a computer lab. I didn't even know the OM &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; a 3rd floor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I lay in bed, I listened to our brand new house crack and bang. We noticed one of our neighbours' siding had separated from itself - had that always been this way, or was it because of the weather?  I wonder if that's what I was hearing our house do. Who knows what these houses will do during their first winter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-3793438680098785822?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/3793438680098785822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=3793438680098785822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3793438680098785822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/3793438680098785822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2006/11/weather-update.html' title='Weather Update'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-4013614078281506363</id><published>2006-11-27T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:11.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Weather Anomaly</title><content type='html'>This weekend, we acquired a 4.5' snow drift in our backyard. This kind of thing rarely happens in our city any more. I heard on the news this morning that if you want a taxi, it's a one hour wait, and if you want a tow truck, it's a three hour wait. Blizzare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-4013614078281506363?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/4013614078281506363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=4013614078281506363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4013614078281506363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/4013614078281506363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2006/11/weather-anomaly.html' title='Weather Anomaly'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-1900096626254130831</id><published>2006-11-24T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:49.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Occupations</title><content type='html'>I often wonder if there's a moral obligation to do the very most you are capable of. If you are a supergenious, are you doing society a disservice if you don't work in the area you are most advanced in? Suppose you have a knack for problem solving, but you spend your time stocking shelves at a grocery store. Now you're depriving someone who has capabilities to do little more than that - say, a young adult making his way through college - of that position. However, doesn't that mean that you're forcing that young man to be more ambitious? Or are you pushing him into welfare? At the same time, you're depriving the world of your mind's potential - suppose you could be spending your time figuring out a way to end poverty, but you're busy putting Eggos in aisle 6. It's like you're creating two problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, suppose you don't want to do that which you are most capable of. Suppose you're not very bright, but you're really, really tall, and would therefore be suited to handing nails to roofers without leaving the ground. Should you have to because that's the most you can offer society? What if you'd really rather lay floors, and you're not half bad at it, either - should you be obligated to spend your life not fulfilling your dreams just because you have a talent or gift in another area?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-1900096626254130831?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/1900096626254130831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=1900096626254130831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1900096626254130831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/1900096626254130831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2006/11/occupations.html' title='Occupations'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115375927479631648.post-2455473938360937676</id><published>2006-11-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:49.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>On speaking in tongues</title><content type='html'>I &lt;a href="http://www.spirithome.com/tongues1.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; the following today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some churches refuse to allow speaking in tongues because it causes fights.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fascinating. It suggests that the church believes that speaking in tongues isn't a gift from God (because if it were, who would the church be to impose rules on God?), but something which the potential speakers can control, which suggests a deep-rooted belief that speaking in tongues is nothing but an act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seedmagazine.com/news/2006/11/brain_changes_while_speaking_i.php"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a neurological study of what happens in the brain when the person is speaking in tongues. The findings in it suggest that people can learn to lose control of themselves, on command. This explains how it gets easier for people to speak in tongues as a conscious decision, and it even explains how, as the first article says, it is possible for churches to teach their members how.  This article mentions that the activity is associated with the frontal lobe of the brain, also coincidentally the part of the brain associated with speech (&lt;a href="http://www.ship.edu/~cgboeree/speechbrain.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while it looks real, and might even seem real to the person doing it, speaking in tongues involves a conscious order to do so. There is also a social motivation to do so which has nothing to do with God and everything to do with selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an atheist's perspective, this is all fascinating, because if you don't believe in God, then you don't believe that speaking in tongues is a gift from God. From that perspective, it's &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; an act. However, it's an act that takes some skill, which you can learn to do. It's an act that can fool even the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do these tongue-speakers learn how to do this consciously, or subconsciously? The idea behind speaking in tongues is to surrender control of yourself to God, but if God is all in your head, and control of yourself is all in your head, do you subconsciously learn to lose control of yourself, assuming that God will take the wheel? Or do you do it to fool the masses? Do you fool the masses by acting, or by displaying this skill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115375927479631648-2455473938360937676?l=anacredenza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/feeds/2455473938360937676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115375927479631648&amp;postID=2455473938360937676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2455473938360937676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115375927479631648/posts/default/2455473938360937676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacredenza.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-speaking-in-tongues.html' title='On speaking in tongues'/><author><name>Anacredenza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04592974989625615247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_coJyiMgqVyw/Sikte1UzL3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6tyB5wxfag/S220/Cats,+Our+House,+and+Hawaii+2006+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
