<?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-25265352</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:37.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feline Philosopher's Muse</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my humble hodgepodge of humour columns, quotes, tips, snippets, musings and ramblings.  Ready?  If so, get comfy and make yourself at home!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>314</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6722969295065692625</id><published>2008-06-12T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:46:14.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the new blog is up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For anyone who happens to stop by here, the new blog finally made its debut last month. Took much longer than I anticipated, but better late than never, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So go check her out. Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkoutsidethepiggybank.com"&gt;Think Outside The Piggy Bank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6722969295065692625?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6722969295065692625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6722969295065692625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6722969295065692625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6722969295065692625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-is-up.html' title='the new blog is up!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4394492193174740122</id><published>2007-10-18T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:15:37.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what?!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in nearly a month?  I hadn't realized it'd been that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as some of you know, I started a part-time job at the end of September that has me working 12-hour shifts every Saturday and Sunday.  I'll give you a minute to let the reality of that sink in, snort.  Needless to say the adjustment has been a bit difficult and is still ongoing, and it has rather interfered (work has such a pesky way of doing that, LOL) with the rest of my heretofore lovely and completely self-determined schedule.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To be honest though I'm also playing around with the idea for a new project, which means that I may let this baby either retire or "rest" for a while until I get it going.  The new venture is a personal finance blog!  Okay, that might sound kind of dull, but it won't be.  It'll be written in the same informal, sometimes humorous style (e.g. if I find Maxine cartoons that tie in they'll definitely get included), but it will simply be more focused, and talk about everything related to money—a topic I've always found ultra-fascinating.  So if you're interested, I'll let you know when I'm ready to launch, and hopefully some of you will follow me there.  And if not, you can always still peek at my Flickr pics! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4394492193174740122?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4394492193174740122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4394492193174740122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4394492193174740122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4394492193174740122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title='what?!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2719707558899906801</id><published>2007-09-22T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:02:57.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs Dr. Phil when there's Dr. Seuss? :)</title><content type='html'>Or self-help books for that matter. I have a shelf full of the genre, but having been deprived in childhood of the excellent literature provided by Dr. Seuss, how was I supposed to know that all I really needed could be found in &lt;em&gt;Oh, the Places You'll Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You can steer yourself&lt;br /&gt;any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own. And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;And YOU are the guy&lt;/em&gt; [gal] &lt;em&gt;who'll decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums it up, does it not? Snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~TechBabe/places.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. posting may be sporadic for a while as I start steering myself in the right direction…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2719707558899906801?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2719707558899906801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2719707558899906801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2719707558899906801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2719707558899906801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-needs-dr-phil-when-theres-dr-seuss.html' title='who needs Dr. Phil when there&apos;s Dr. Seuss? :)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5583046974592235125</id><published>2007-09-15T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:39.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rux1fsPL86I/AAAAAAAAALk/Fbd94OYZ5ps/s1600-h/maxqtips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110588864469922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rux1fsPL86I/AAAAAAAAALk/Fbd94OYZ5ps/s320/maxqtips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5583046974592235125?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5583046974592235125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5583046974592235125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5583046974592235125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5583046974592235125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/indeed-again.html' title='indeed again'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rux1fsPL86I/AAAAAAAAALk/Fbd94OYZ5ps/s72-c/maxqtips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7938939218153046557</id><published>2007-09-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:13:28.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed</title><content type='html'>"Inserting a Q-Tip deep into your ear is a great, undiscussed pleasure." —AMY KROUSE ROSENTHAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7938939218153046557?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7938939218153046557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7938939218153046557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7938939218153046557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7938939218153046557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/indeed.html' title='indeed'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1104188280792542989</id><published>2007-09-13T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:52:37.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not an ordinary book</title><content type='html'>Remember that library &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-for-something-little-different.html"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; I was telling you about?  The one that I kept putting down because I wanted to have my own copy?  Well I did finally end up reading &lt;em&gt;Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life&lt;/em&gt; as I wasn't sure when I'd be able to buy it, and with some reluctance returned it the other day.  I'm going to miss having the book around, and my place feels just a tiny bit emptier.  Kind of like the way it does after a good visit with a friend who has just left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many moments when I'd exclaim, "me too, me too!" after reading certain facts or entries, delighted to discover that not all of my quirks are exclusively my own.  What also emerged is that we both prefer coming up with an idea, rather than executing it, like writing down moments, memories, lists, quotes, and thoughts, and instead of fiction, tend to write about stuff that actually happened.  Somehow, this gives me hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you ever end up reading the book yourself, here are 21 of my favourite entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;DOING SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;EITHER&lt;br /&gt;FICTION&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PERSON&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;JACKET BIO&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;OTHER PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;PHONE, GETTING TO KNOW SOMEONE ON THE&lt;br /&gt;POTATO CHIPS&lt;br /&gt;RED GINGHAM TABLECLOTH&lt;br /&gt;RETURN CALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;STATEMENT&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA!&lt;br /&gt;THANKFUL&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WABI-SABI*&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The neat thing about this term, by the way, is that both the author and I discovered it in the same place: Utne Reader magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wabi-sabi: "As a single idea, wabi-sabi fuses two moods seamlessly: a sigh of slightly bittersweet contentment, awareness of the transience of earthly things, and a resigned pleasure in simple things that bear the marks of that transience.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1104188280792542989?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1104188280792542989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1104188280792542989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1104188280792542989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1104188280792542989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-ordinary-book.html' title='not an ordinary book'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7177094172257653699</id><published>2007-09-08T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:26:27.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when all else fails</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you have a really difficult decision to make, and the usual pros and cons list just doesn't seem to help (don't you just hate it when they balance each other out?) try asking what it is that your &lt;em&gt;spirit&lt;/em&gt; needs right now. Not necessarily wants, but needs. In other words, what would be a good &lt;em&gt;soul&lt;/em&gt;ution? Okay, I didn't make up that word myself, and can't quite remember where it came from, but it's a term I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that doesn't work, envision as fully as you can the outcomes from whatever decision you're trying to make, and see how each one makes you feel. Imagine that you've already decided the course of action you're going to take. Do you feel lighter, relieved, and happier, or disappointed, or worse, left with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach? Your feelings often point the way as to what you really want to do, and this may be one way to reach that difficult decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to follow my own advice. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7177094172257653699?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7177094172257653699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7177094172257653699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7177094172257653699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7177094172257653699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-all-else-fails.html' title='when all else fails'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8510238313141419587</id><published>2007-09-06T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:57:06.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy what's left of summer</title><content type='html'>Because before you know it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come, little leaves, said the wind one day,&lt;br /&gt;Come over the meadows with me and play;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your dresses of red and gold;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—GEORGE COOPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mind you, at 34C at the moment, I probably won't be mourning the end of summer too much! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8510238313141419587?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8510238313141419587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8510238313141419587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8510238313141419587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8510238313141419587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoy-whats-left-of-summer.html' title='enjoy what&apos;s left of summer'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6277387250357136943</id><published>2007-09-03T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:42:00.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what can I say about season 3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Season 3 of &lt;em&gt;The Mary Tyler Moore Show&lt;/em&gt; (she sheds the wig she wore in the first two seasons making her look older) proved to be just as enjoyable as Seasons 1 and 2. The only disappointment was the lack of bonus features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the theme music, the opening and closing credits, Mary's apartment, the house it's located in (gotta love THAT house!) and the acting of course. Episodes were funny, or poignant, always smartly written, and one of them even made me cry. I especially love how the characters of both Mary and Rhoda mature and evolve and reflect the changing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episodes of note include &lt;em&gt;Rhoda The Beautiful&lt;/em&gt; (where Rhoda finally recognizes her own beauty), &lt;em&gt;You've Got A Friend&lt;/em&gt; (a touching episode about Mary and her father—this is the one that made me cry) and &lt;em&gt;My Brother's Keeper&lt;/em&gt; (where a guest character is revealed to be gay—an issue not often addressed back in 1973).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know what I really want? To be able to get a peek inside Mary's bathroom. Her apartment is a set of course, but I still want to see ALL of it! This season I was lucky enough to see the hallway and the stairs that lead to Rhoda's apartment, but I can't seem to stop wishing for a glimpse into the room that's never been shown. Snort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6277387250357136943?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6277387250357136943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6277387250357136943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6277387250357136943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6277387250357136943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-can-i-say-about-season-3.html' title='what can I say about season 3?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8205862444007696640</id><published>2007-08-31T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:58:27.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a glitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good news is that I'm able to RECEIVE incoming email messages. The bad news is that I'm not able to send any out. Well, I can send them, but they don't get delivered. Snort. I'm sure it'll get sorted, but in the meantime I'm hoping that those of you who do get email from me read this before wondering why you haven't heard from me yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.s. email is fixed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8205862444007696640?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8205862444007696640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8205862444007696640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8205862444007696640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8205862444007696640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/glitch.html' title='a glitch'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1314022374656315821</id><published>2007-08-29T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:39.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crashing and falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXyjBQ4n0I/AAAAAAAAALc/svVMsD8u7EI/s1600-h/max43internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252436142923586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXyjBQ4n0I/AAAAAAAAALc/svVMsD8u7EI/s320/max43internet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not sure whether my computer is suffering from old age, split personality, or demonic possession, but whatever the specific ailment, it's in dire need of a complete overhaul. It's been making me nervous lately by freezing up without any provocation on my part (honest!), occasionally refusing to load Windows even when I ask nicely, or telling me that my settings aren't correct when they were perfectly fine the last time we played together. Yesterday however was the last straw. Turning the computer on it had the audacity to greet me by just giving me numbers to look at instead of the nice pictures I've so carefully loaded. I wasn't sure whether to cry or throw up (or both!) and in desperation I called my trusty technician (read: brother) and wailed that my computer was now officially scaring me. So, I get a new (read: cobbled together from various parts collecting in his basement) PC tomorrow night. Yay! But that also means that some time will be spent installing this hopefully-not-too-much-like-Frankenstein contraption, and that I'll have to learn how to manoeuvre my way around. For example, goodbye Windows 98 and hello Windows XP. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back soon I hope! Wish me luck. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Maxine may have high-speed, but I still have DSL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1314022374656315821?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1314022374656315821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1314022374656315821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1314022374656315821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1314022374656315821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/crashing-and-falling.html' title='crashing and falling'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXyjBQ4n0I/AAAAAAAAALc/svVMsD8u7EI/s72-c/max43internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-615204494561755837</id><published>2007-08-29T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:39.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXxyhQ4nzI/AAAAAAAAALU/MiMz4fjgmWk/s1600-h/google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104251602919268146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXxyhQ4nzI/AAAAAAAAALU/MiMz4fjgmWk/s320/google.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-615204494561755837?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/615204494561755837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=615204494561755837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/615204494561755837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/615204494561755837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RtXxyhQ4nzI/AAAAAAAAALU/MiMz4fjgmWk/s72-c/google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3236983257158316051</id><published>2007-08-26T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:47:01.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays</title><content type='html'>Ah Sunday. Is Sunday not the most bittersweet day of the week? A sense of finality, a vague longing that it not end just quite yet, regret perhaps when looking back, a squaring away, and yet a sense that a new beginning is just around the corner. Because it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us back to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3236983257158316051?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3236983257158316051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3236983257158316051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3236983257158316051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3236983257158316051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/sundays.html' title='sundays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6492342484876373524</id><published>2007-08-25T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:38:40.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdays</title><content type='html'>Saturday could be described as the most adventuresome yet relaxed day of the week. Oh the options! The first official full day of the weekend, lots of fun things to fill it with, and once again time suspends itself a little. Even chores don't always seem so bad on this day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6492342484876373524?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6492342484876373524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6492342484876373524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6492342484876373524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6492342484876373524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturdays.html' title='saturdays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-11787485534522480</id><published>2007-08-24T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:57:46.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fridays</title><content type='html'>Friday is definitely the most playful day of the week.  Yay, this part of the week is finished, let's go celebrate!  Or commiserate if need be.  No, Friday is the day you can let your hair down and chill out a bit, because whatever you haven't done yet can always wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-11787485534522480?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/11787485534522480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=11787485534522480&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/11787485534522480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/11787485534522480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/fridays.html' title='fridays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7700001309193928118</id><published>2007-08-23T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:44:23.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursdays</title><content type='html'>Thursday is probably the most reflective and anticipatory day of the week.  The end is undeniably nearing closer, the results are coming in, and you may or may not have done what you had in mind.  There isn't that much time left to change course and steer the boat around, but it's always possible.  And, the weekend is coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7700001309193928118?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7700001309193928118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7700001309193928118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7700001309193928118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7700001309193928118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursdays.html' title='thursdays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5100595514507312985</id><published>2007-08-22T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:21:37.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is like the middle child of the week. Sometimes taken for granted and not given as much attention, it nevertheless plays an important role. Get to Wednesday and you're pretty much set. And with Monday and Tuesday successfully behind you, you now have a good sense of where you're headed next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5100595514507312985?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5100595514507312985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5100595514507312985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5100595514507312985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5100595514507312985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesdays.html' title='wednesdays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7688863914129425452</id><published>2007-08-21T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:13:30.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdays</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, I think, is often the least stressful day of the week. Still brimming with the youthfulness and vitality of a week barely begun, you've settled in a bit, tested out the gears, made the necessary adjustments, and are raring to go. There's lots of time left to do what needs to be done.  No looking back yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7688863914129425452?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7688863914129425452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7688863914129425452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7688863914129425452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7688863914129425452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesdays.html' title='tuesdays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7028987700511431761</id><published>2007-08-20T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:34:38.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday is the most hopeful day of the week.  Like early mornings when time still stretches out before you, the slate is wiped clean and you're off to a fresh start.  And no matter what took place last week, anything can happen THIS week.  Hey, you might find the love of your life, or work that really fulfills you.  Yes, Monday is the most optimistic day of the week.  Get ready, set, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7028987700511431761?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7028987700511431761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7028987700511431761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7028987700511431761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7028987700511431761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/mondays.html' title='mondays'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1175436919711523254</id><published>2007-08-19T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:50:40.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an analysis of days</title><content type='html'>Starting tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1175436919711523254?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1175436919711523254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1175436919711523254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1175436919711523254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1175436919711523254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/analysis-of-days.html' title='an analysis of days'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1655468155952049547</id><published>2007-08-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:46:26.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following is looted (once again) from my inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple Instructions for Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;3. Follow the three R's: Respect for self, respect for others, responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend some time alone every day. *&lt;br /&gt;9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;br /&gt;13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;15. Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* My friend said that for me this one should be reversed: Spend some time with people every day! Snort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1655468155952049547?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1655468155952049547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1655468155952049547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1655468155952049547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1655468155952049547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/instructions.html' title='instructions'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1105689542470420806</id><published>2007-08-16T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:40.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe Martha made it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RsT1QhQ4nyI/AAAAAAAAALM/ckHaGeY4WgU/s1600-h/max69good+meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099470342246145826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RsT1QhQ4nyI/AAAAAAAAALM/ckHaGeY4WgU/s320/max69good+meal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1105689542470420806?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1105689542470420806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1105689542470420806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1105689542470420806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1105689542470420806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/maybe-martha-made-it.html' title='maybe Martha made it?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RsT1QhQ4nyI/AAAAAAAAALM/ckHaGeY4WgU/s72-c/max69good+meal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-9212344989634727458</id><published>2007-08-13T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:58:08.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>martha versus maxine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another email find:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Martha or a Maxine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice cream drips.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake! You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Buy Hungry Jack mashed potato mix, keep it in the pantry for up to a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Go to the bakery! They'll even decorate it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;If you accidentally oversalt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a peeled potato and it will absorb the excess salt for an instant "fix-me-up."&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;If you oversalt a dish while you are cooking, that's too bad. Please recite with me the real woman's motto: "I made it and you will eat it and I don't care how bad it tastes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Wrap celery in aluminum foil when putting in the refrigerator and it will keep for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Celery? Never heard of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Brush some beaten egg white over piecrust before baking to yield a beautiful glossy finish.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;The Mrs. Smith frozen pie directions do not include brushing egg whites over the crust so I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Cure for headaches: take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Take a lime, mix it with tequila, chill and drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Go ask that very cute neighbor if he can open it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's Way:&lt;br /&gt;Leftover wine???????????&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what if you're a little bit of both? Would that make you a Maxi-Mart? Or if you're a bit more like Martha, but not nearly as obnoxious, a Mini-Mart? Ha ha! Okay, I'm shutting up already before you think I've drunk ALL that leftover wine. Snort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-9212344989634727458?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9212344989634727458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=9212344989634727458&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9212344989634727458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9212344989634727458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/martha-versus-maxine.html' title='martha versus maxine'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-790699659096656178</id><published>2007-08-11T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:40.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure I'd wear this button myself, but ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rr5vp6uvTvI/AAAAAAAAALE/oG4fN_lm6Ok/s1600-h/crayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097634594160594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rr5vp6uvTvI/AAAAAAAAALE/oG4fN_lm6Ok/s320/crayon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... I find it pretty amusing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I should probably provide a bit of context here and tell you that the above was part of a "mood buttons you can't wear to work" series that a friend emailed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-790699659096656178?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/790699659096656178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=790699659096656178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/790699659096656178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/790699659096656178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-sure-id-wear-this-button-myself-but.html' title='not sure I&apos;d wear this button myself, but ...'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rr5vp6uvTvI/AAAAAAAAALE/oG4fN_lm6Ok/s72-c/crayon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7863753336512958025</id><published>2007-08-09T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:49:00.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the trouble with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The trouble with me is I have no imagination." —JAMES JOYCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what he means. While I've always wanted to write, I've never wanted to write fiction, and unlike James Joyce, probably couldn't even if I tried. Invent characters and plot? Um, I wouldn't even know where to begin. In a nutshell, I just don't have that kind of imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative non-fiction (personal essay, humour, etc.) is where I feel more at home. Although sometimes embellished a little for comedic effect, everything I write is based in truth, in part because real life is often funnier than anything made up. All the silly scenarios you have read about so far have really happened, snort, and at the possible risk of making myself look even more foolish, I relay them to you because almost nothing gives me greater pleasure than making a reader laugh. Obviously I have a serious side as well, but being told my words are funny is the biggest compliment I can aim for, so, keep 'em coming. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7863753336512958025?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7863753336512958025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7863753336512958025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7863753336512958025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7863753336512958025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble-with-me.html' title='the trouble with me'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3803346737591906577</id><published>2007-08-08T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:55:13.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what NOT to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember that helpful tip Krissa had about putting the shampoo in the fridge to stop it from melting in the summer heat? Well, I MEANT to do that right away, but of course got sidetracked and never did. So, before taking my bath today I cleverly decided to put it in the freezer instead to speed up the process. I knew it wouldn't be in there long, and was quite pleased with myself for coming up with this perfectly reasonable solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Okay, you can stop snickering now, because even though I know you KNOW what happened next, I'm going to pretend you don't and tell you anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Guess what? I got sidetracked once again, and ended up not taking that bath for several hours. I also promptly forgot about the shampoo. Yep, instead of melted goo, I ended up with a bottle of frozen gunk. Can you picture the look on my face when I realized what I'd done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh all right, laugh at me now if you want. Heck, let it all out. Snort.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it. Isn't this just typical? Too hot, or too cold. Where's that happy medium?! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3803346737591906577?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3803346737591906577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3803346737591906577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3803346737591906577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3803346737591906577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-not-to-do.html' title='what NOT to do'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3367542218404158586</id><published>2007-08-07T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:58:56.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>because I'm easily amused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend sent me the following email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spotted in a toilet at a London office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a laundromat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a London department store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outside a second-hand shop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notice in health food shop window:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spotted in a safari park:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seen during a conference:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE FIRST FLOOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notice in a field:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Message on a leaflet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a repair shop door:WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3367542218404158586?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3367542218404158586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3367542218404158586&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3367542218404158586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3367542218404158586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-im-easily-amused.html' title='because I&apos;m easily amused'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-164211534914606496</id><published>2007-08-03T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:32:48.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how hot was it yesterday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was SO hot that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) KJ laid on the linoleum all day&lt;br /&gt;b) the shampoo melted&lt;br /&gt;c) I had to go outside to cool off&lt;br /&gt;d) Hamilton broke its temperature record&lt;br /&gt;e) I didn't wear a bra despite the negative gravitational effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you have 30 seconds to come up with the right answer. Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give up? Ha ha, it's all of the above! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-164211534914606496?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/164211534914606496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=164211534914606496&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/164211534914606496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/164211534914606496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-hot-was-it-yesterday.html' title='how hot was it yesterday?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7226350858895807625</id><published>2007-08-02T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:40.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RrJc3xykpMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6qAXMqAVlIs/s1600-h/max77sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094236241837466818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RrJc3xykpMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6qAXMqAVlIs/s320/max77sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7226350858895807625?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7226350858895807625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7226350858895807625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7226350858895807625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7226350858895807625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/snort.html' title='snort'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RrJc3xykpMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6qAXMqAVlIs/s72-c/max77sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1453208568521944870</id><published>2007-08-01T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:08:44.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sort of. But I'm still feeling too lazy to come up with anything original, so will be posting humour columns I've written in the past, or tidbits that conveniently find their way to my inbox. Still, better than nothing, no? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's piece, appropriately enough, addresses the topic of laziness. Specifically, my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* note: as it was written years ago, some of the points may be out of date, but I'm feeling a tad too sluggish to point out which ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LAZY IS AS LAZY DOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first time someone told me I was lazy, I dismissed it out of hand. The second time that same person told me I was lazy I started paying attention. After the third time, I was curious enough to consult my trusty dictionary. This is how &lt;em&gt;The Houghton Mifflin Canadian Dictionary of the English Language&lt;/em&gt; (what a mouthful!) defines lazy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness; slothful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Slow-moving; sluggish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Conducive to languor or indolence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Depicted as reclining or lying on its side. Said of a livestock brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well! I'm no longer sure I can trust my dictionary, although I can't really argue with slow-moving (too many people, unfortunately, have confirmed that one), and I can see how long periods of unemployment could make some people label me resistant. I take exception though to slothful, and that reference to livestock, why, that's just plain unkind. So, rather than taking my dictionary at its word, I am going to make use of my underused sociology degree and look at the question of whether I am lazy in a scholarly, scientific, objective, and unbiased way. Okay, I might be willing to admit to a slight partial bias, but only slightly. The following are impartial arguments for and against the notion that I, Christa, am a lazy person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - some members of her own family consider her to be lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - other family members recognize her deliberate attempts to slow down in order to achieve greater balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - even some of her friends think she's lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - other friends just see her as deliberate and slow (or deliberately slow?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she doesn't want to work full-time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she's hoping to be financially compensated one day by writing about not wanting to work full-time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she thinks dogs are too much work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she faithfully cleans her cat's litterbox weekly, and scoops daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she likes having meals made for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she makes macaroni and cheese from scratch, not Kraft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she used to make her oatmeal in the microwave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - since the death of her microwave, she's become a stove top kind of gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she has a book called &lt;em&gt;The Joy of Not Working&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she has a whole shelf of books on looking for work, including &lt;em&gt;Finding Your Perfect Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she bought (at full price) &lt;em&gt;The Lazy Person’s Guide to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Success&lt;/em&gt; (the most damning piece of evidence yet!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she also bought (on sale, I might add) &lt;em&gt;To Build the Life You Want, Create the Work You Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she's not always employed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - but when she is, her employers just love her (except for the few times she's quit of course...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she charged her neighbour $20 for snow shovelling one winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she was kind enough to do it as she didn't want to do it in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she bought one of those fancy ergonomic shovels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she was spotted shovelling snow as early as 6:30 am (in fact, she never gets up later than 7:30 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she won't walk the 20 minutes to get to the public stairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she does up to 700 steps on her own set of stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she gets defensive when she hears the word 'lazy' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she prefers terms like: 'laid-back', 'heedfully unambitious', or even, 'contemplatively idle'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she doesn't like housework in general &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she does the dishes (by hand!) three times a day (usually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she doesn't like dusting in particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - but she vacuums once a week, and thoughtfully supports the Swiffer company whenever she can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she doesn't like the question "What do you do?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she's been known to answer, rather philosophically, "I don't, I be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR - she spends a lot of time on her computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AGAINST - she sends e-mails to family and friends regaling them with funny stories in an effort to make them smile out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, am I lazy? Well, I guess the jury's out, because I can't decide whether I can't decide, or whether I'm just too lazy to figure it out. So, to paraphrase a favourite heroine of mine: "Maybe I'll decide tomorrow, for tomorrow's another day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1453208568521944870?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1453208568521944870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1453208568521944870&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1453208568521944870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1453208568521944870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7597920845364153575</id><published>2007-07-20T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:39:58.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of a blogging break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that I truthfully can't utter any of these source-less email-derived lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of my mind.  Back in five minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snort.  Actually, five minutes isn't quite long enough, but I'll be back by August.  Hope to see you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the jealousy line cracked me up (ha ha!) the most; which one was your favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7597920845364153575?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7597920845364153575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7597920845364153575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7597920845364153575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7597920845364153575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/bit-of-blogging-break.html' title='a bit of a blogging break'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4557361069828098797</id><published>2007-07-20T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:07:25.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a test—no cheating allowed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(another email nugget with unknown source I'm afraid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe, and close the door. This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you say, Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close the refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Answer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer: Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door. This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All of the animals attend except one. Which animal does not attend?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer: The Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there. This tests your memory. Okay, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance to show your true abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles, and you do not have a boat. How do you manage it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer: You jump into the river and swim across. Have you not been listening? All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting. This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Anderson Consulting Worldwide, around 90% of the professionals they tested got all questions wrong, but many preschoolers got several correct answers. Anderson Consulting says this conclusively disproves the theory that most professionals have the brains of a four-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snort.  And um, no, I didn't get any right. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4557361069828098797?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4557361069828098797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4557361069828098797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4557361069828098797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4557361069828098797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/testno-cheating-allowed.html' title='a test—no cheating allowed!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5699648002005199266</id><published>2007-07-20T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:41.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>avatar for Krissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RqEo6xz_cwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g9zNjlwAj9Q/s1600-h/avatarforkrissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089394044174299906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RqEo6xz_cwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g9zNjlwAj9Q/s320/avatarforkrissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who happens to be a great friend, and even prettier than this image suggests. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5699648002005199266?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5699648002005199266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5699648002005199266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5699648002005199266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5699648002005199266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/avatar-for-krissa.html' title='avatar for Krissa'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RqEo6xz_cwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g9zNjlwAj9Q/s72-c/avatarforkrissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1259317630025377442</id><published>2007-07-15T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:41.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do I resemble this avatar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rpriyxz_cuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GiRqFYvZrqA/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087628091061138146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rpriyxz_cuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GiRqFYvZrqA/s320/avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ain't telling! Snort.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Created at www.simpsonsmovie.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1259317630025377442?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1259317630025377442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1259317630025377442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1259317630025377442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1259317630025377442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-i-resemble-this-avatar.html' title='do I resemble this avatar?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rpriyxz_cuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GiRqFYvZrqA/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3003911929081860446</id><published>2007-07-11T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:49:15.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta love that alphabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friend sent me an email containing words that when rearranged, spell other words.  (As always, I don't know his source.)  Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DIRTY ROOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MOON STARER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE EYES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THEY SEE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3003911929081860446?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3003911929081860446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3003911929081860446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3003911929081860446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3003911929081860446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/gotta-love-that-alphabet.html' title='gotta love that alphabet'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4321748264536484641</id><published>2007-07-10T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:08:17.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and now for something a little different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what the forward of the book I'm currently reading states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was not abused, abandoned, or locked up as a child. My parents were not alcoholics, nor were they ever divorced or dead. We did not live in poverty, or in misery, or in an exotic country. I am not a misunderstood genius, a former child celebrity, or the child of a celebrity. I am not a drug addict, sex addict, food addict, or recovered anything. If indeed I had a past life, I have no recollection of who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not survived against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;I have not lived to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I have not lived the extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—AMY KROUSE ROSENTHAL, age 39&lt;br /&gt;Chicago&lt;br /&gt;June 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a Reader's Agreement at the beginning which asks me, among other things, to agree to no pretend half-reading of the book while ordering takeout food, to agree that &lt;em&gt;playwright&lt;/em&gt; should be spelled &lt;em&gt;playwrite&lt;/em&gt;, to agree that while some women may look sophisticated wearing a shawl others look foolish, and to agree that while black is technically the absence of all colour, it makes more sense for it to be all colours combined. On the copyright page it tells me that it is not responsible for the weather, the scalding nature of soup, or for the short window of time between bananas not being ripe enough, and being rotten. These items, by the way, are in tiny print and easy to miss, so I'm pleased that I caught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this book I'm referring to? Why, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Encyclopedia-Ordinary-Life-Krouse-Rosenthal/dp/1400080460/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3/103-3367179-0412647?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;qid=1184103610&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life&lt;/a&gt; of course. In it the author tells about the moments and emotions of her life in delightful and various-length alphabetized entries from A to Z. Now I can't seem to get very far because every time I start a new page I realize that I don't want to just READ this book, I want to HAVE it. So I keep putting it down thinking that I might as well return it to the library and wait until I have my own copy. And it occurred to me too that what I find so appealing about the book (apart from the fact that dysfunction does not appear to play a role) is that not only is it an entertaining and random (yet organized—woohoo!) hodgepodge of admissions, but it's the type of book I would have wanted to write myself. Could SEE myself writing in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how does that Edward Gorey line go again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah yes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Books. Cats. Life is sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4321748264536484641?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4321748264536484641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4321748264536484641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4321748264536484641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4321748264536484641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-for-something-little-different.html' title='and now for something a little different'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7313553972940094374</id><published>2007-07-07T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:42:10.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick wedding update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm glad I went! It turned out to be really fun, and I got to spend time with family members that I don't see too often. And although I felt a bit cowardly about it at first, I decided to ignore my estranged brother and his wife completely, and didn't even look at them. In a sense, I didn't even "see" them, except out of the periphery of my eyes. My niece was the first of the next generation to get married, so I'm glad I didn't miss out on the special occasion, and I'm thankful that both parties chose not to air their differences at this event. I imagine there will be time enough for that in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks again, Krissa and Dakota, for keeping me in your thoughts yesterday. I really appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7313553972940094374?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7313553972940094374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7313553972940094374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7313553972940094374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7313553972940094374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-wedding-update-google-is-having.html' title='quick wedding update'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7422014570456695809</id><published>2007-07-04T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:33:36.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>estrangements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They seem to run in our family. My mother is estranged from one of her sisters, my step-dad is estranged from his two daughters, two of my siblings are estranged from my dad, and I'm estranged from one of my brothers who himself was estranged from the whole family for almost four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you all this? Well, as some of you know, I'm attending my niece's wedding this Friday and it will be the first time I see my brother again. I'm not particularly looking forward to that (am a bit apprehensive actually), but don't want to miss the wedding because of it. How we got to be estranged is, not surprisingly, a long story, but the final incident that clinched it was when said brother uninvited me from the family Christmas dinner he was hosting in 2003. To add insult to injury, he left a message on my answering machine saying that &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I apologized to his wife for being rude (which I hadn't been), they'd &lt;em&gt;reconsider&lt;/em&gt; uninviting me, but that they didn't care whether I was there or not. His last words to me on tape were, "Oh, and a piece of advice: get a job, get a life." Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was not amused, and apart from a letter I wrote, we haven't had contact since. Now obviously there was a fair bit of bad blood between us already because estrangements don't develop overnight, or in a vacuum. But they are definitely one of our family patterns, and one that I wanted to explore. Which is why I'm writing about otherwise personal and private matters, and also why a few years ago I bought family members copies of Laura Davis's book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thought-Never-Speak-Again-Reconciliation/dp/0060957026/ref=sr_1_1/103-3367179-0412647?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1183514563&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;I Thought We'd Never Speak Again: The Road from Estrangement to Reconciliation&lt;/a&gt;. It's a good book, and one of the appendixes includes a self-assessment quiz called "Are You Ready for Reconciliation?" I'm going to include it here because I think it's quite valuable and could be of benefit to others. You are to answer "yes" or "no" on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; and 10 being &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has a relationship with someone you once cared about ended because of anger, betrayal, or miscommunication?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you miss the other person and wish he or she could still be in your life?&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you worked through your own feelings enough to approach this person in a new way?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you ready to take responsibility for your role in what happened?&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you developed a sense of compassion for the other person?&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you moved beyond fantasies of revenge and retaliation?&lt;br /&gt;7. Could you move forward even if you received no apology or acknowledgment that you were wronged?&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you being realistic about the other person? Have you stopped pinning your hopes on a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;9. If a limited relationship is all that is possible, would that be acceptable to you?&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you be in this relationship and still feel good about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;11. Given the risks involved in reaching out, are you willing to face the worst possible scenario?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have what it takes to rebuild this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own answers revealed that I am not ready to pursue reconciliation, and that I'm closer instead to accepting that our relationship is probably over. Other family members have tentatively begun taking small steps to reach out and while I wish them success with that, I have no interest in doing the same. Still, I have to see my brother on Friday whether I like it or not, so it could be an interesting evening indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7422014570456695809?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7422014570456695809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7422014570456695809&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7422014570456695809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7422014570456695809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/estrangements.html' title='estrangements'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6675755873869995332</id><published>2007-06-30T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:23:34.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who better to quote? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind." —DR. SEUSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6675755873869995332?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6675755873869995332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6675755873869995332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6675755873869995332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6675755873869995332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-better-to-quote.html' title='who better to quote? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2333399933985108020</id><published>2007-06-28T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:55:13.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a full moon the night before?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a really strange day yesterday. A near collision with a grey SUV while on my bike in the morning had me swerving into oncoming traffic, a sudden storm left our neighbourhood without power for over three hours in the late afternoon (horrible when you're counting on electricity to keep you cool!), AND I started my period again even though I just finished one last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really freaked me out was the bike incident because at one point I knew I was going to get hit, and I experienced that odd phenomenon where time slows down to a standstill, and the injuries the bike and I were about to receive flashed right before my eyes. I think I even yelled. When the guy in the vehicle did finally see me there was maybe an inch between us at most, and while the oncoming traffic wasn't the slightest bit happy to see me either, at least they SAW me! So my hope for today is that it's COMPLETELY uneventful.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2333399933985108020?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2333399933985108020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2333399933985108020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2333399933985108020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2333399933985108020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/full-moon-night-before.html' title='a full moon the night before?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6295723959477176616</id><published>2007-06-26T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:42.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another hot one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RoGtdGUnmhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/micqav1XliE/s1600-h/max29air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080532570075535890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RoGtdGUnmhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/micqav1XliE/s320/max29air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an almost record-breaking temperature today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6295723959477176616?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6295723959477176616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6295723959477176616&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6295723959477176616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6295723959477176616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-hot-one.html' title='another hot one'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RoGtdGUnmhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/micqav1XliE/s72-c/max29air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8889541627049696256</id><published>2007-06-24T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:16:27.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>families</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"All happy families resemble one another; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." —LEO TOLSTOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked that quote, although I don't think I agree with it. While the latter may well be true, I suspect that there are as many ways for families to be happy as there are different ways of being a family. At least, let's hope so. But I've been thinking more about families and family life ever since posting about &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-late-again.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Father's Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and reading the responses shared by you. The consensus seems to be that there is no "normal" family, or that the screwed up family is the norm. And if that's the case, should we even really use the term "dysfunctional" when talking about family? I mean, if it's more typical for a family &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be functional, wouldn't that make the term in relation to family obsolete? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At any rate, it got me to thinking. I grew up (like many of you perhaps) watching The Waltons and Little House on the Prairie, and always felt wistful seeing those shows because while I knew that my own family wasn't like either one of those in even the remotest sense, I always thought that other families came closer to the ideal. And even though I realized at the time that those shows were cloyingly sweet, I still assumed that most other families scored at least a 5 or 6 on a scale of 1 to 10 in resembling the closeness of those TV families, whereas my own family scored a measly 1 at best. But maybe I was wrong. And that, strangely enough, I find comforting. Ah, but if only I'd known while growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8889541627049696256?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8889541627049696256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8889541627049696256&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8889541627049696256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8889541627049696256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/families.html' title='families'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7693716385143645506</id><published>2007-06-21T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:44:49.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(But thankfully cool enough to feel like spring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to mark the changing of the seasons, here's a poem by my favourite poet, the incomparable Mary Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Summer Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made the world?&lt;br /&gt;Who made the swan, and the black bear?&lt;br /&gt;Who made the grasshopper?&lt;br /&gt;This grasshopper, I mean—&lt;br /&gt;the one who has flung herself out of the grass,&lt;br /&gt;the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—&lt;br /&gt;who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.&lt;br /&gt;Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what a prayer is.&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down&lt;br /&gt;into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,&lt;br /&gt;which is what I have been doing all day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what else should I have done?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what is it you plan to do&lt;br /&gt;with your one wild and precious life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver, Mary. &lt;em&gt;New and Selected Poems.&lt;/em&gt; Boston: Beacon Press, 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7693716385143645506?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7693716385143645506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7693716385143645506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7693716385143645506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7693716385143645506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='first day of summer'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5302715891932977298</id><published>2007-06-20T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:42.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lend me your ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnnxHEuCRnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mxjMDzFU4MI/s1600-h/dogkitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078355158665152114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnnxHEuCRnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mxjMDzFU4MI/s320/dogkitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5302715891932977298?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5302715891932977298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5302715891932977298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5302715891932977298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5302715891932977298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/lend-me-your-ear.html' title='lend me your ear'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnnxHEuCRnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mxjMDzFU4MI/s72-c/dogkitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7377391653063732113</id><published>2007-06-19T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:57:10.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeful thought</title><content type='html'>"The next message you need is right where you are." —BABA RAM DASS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7377391653063732113?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7377391653063732113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7377391653063732113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7377391653063732113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7377391653063732113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/hopeful-thought.html' title='hopeful thought'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6218255889212570622</id><published>2007-06-18T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:14:21.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day late again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If my relationship with my &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-late-i-know.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mother&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is complicated, then the relationship with my father is relatively simple; we don't have one. At least, not one that's meaningful. After the birth of his first child, my dad decided that he wasn't interested in parenting after all, and so he didn't. (My mom and dad were married for almost 25 years before finally divorcing, in my opinion, about 24 years too late.) I grew up with him rooming in the basement as if he was a boarder, and I can count my memories of him from that time period on one hand. A couple of my siblings are completely estranged from him, a couple of them have sporadic contact, and I probably talk to him about twice a year (on Father's Day, and around his birthday which falls close to Christmas). Every year, like yesterday, I wonder why I even bother, but then go ahead and call him anyway. He usually seems pleased that I at least acknowledge the biological bond on this particular day, but after running out of things to say within ten minutes, we go back to our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we don't have a "normal" (whatever that may be) father-daughter relationship, but then I don't know any better. As the youngest child in the family I sometimes think that it was probably harder on my older siblings, but I'm not sure. Why else the surge of anger every year at around this time? What I do know is that we were all affected, and that we didn't have the benefit of being witness to what a loving union is like. And that, I believe, is the best and most useful gift any parent can bestow on their kids: modelling a healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm starting to realize though is that my dad is getting old (he's 81 now), and with him in frail health, I wonder how I'll react when he passes away. At this point I think I'd react to his death as if he were a stranger, which he is, and I'm beginning to question whether I need to resolve my feelings about his lack of parenting before he dies. Because if I don't, will whatever is unresolved come rushing back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What is your relationship with your dad like? Care to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6218255889212570622?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6218255889212570622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6218255889212570622&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6218255889212570622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6218255889212570622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-late-again.html' title='a day late again'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4474811841437063447</id><published>2007-06-16T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:20:14.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there are more of us</title><content type='html'>After writing about Stayfree pads the other day (and if you enjoyed that wait until I fill you in on how crazy my menstrual cycle is becoming—believe it or not but I sometimes get TWO full periods in one month!) I happened to surf a bit and found &lt;a href="http://www.epinions.com/pr-Over-the-Counter_Medicine-Stayfree_Ultra_Thin_Maxi_Pads_With_Wings_Heavy_Protection/display_~reviews "&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opinion site where 7/10 reviewers agreed that Stayfree should have stayed Scentfree.  I feel vindicated.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4474811841437063447?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4474811841437063447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4474811841437063447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4474811841437063447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4474811841437063447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-are-more-of-us_16.html' title='there are more of us'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4668397290888087580</id><published>2007-06-14T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:27:02.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not done complaining yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(and because it's kind of related to &lt;strike&gt;yesterday's&lt;/strike&gt; Monday's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I wanted to send my friend Krissa an eCard, and when I got to the site that I always use, discovered that they had changed the set-up and not for the better.  What was really easy to navigate before suddenly wasn't, and what loaded properly before, now didn't.  Grrrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got me to thinking that this happens with websites and different consumer products all the time.  I can't tell you how often I've used a product for years and years and then ended up hating it after they've "improved" it.  A specific example?  Stayfree pads.  The best pads around as far as I was concerned and then, poof, seemingly out of nowhere they decided to add deodorant to every single one.  Tried one package and thought they stunk to high heaven.  The problem though is that they scented ALL of them and no longer offered any without the (IMHO) offending odour.  Now I understand that companies change their products once in a while to get new customers, but why alienate the ones you already have?  In this case specifically, why not offer customers a choice and have both scented and unscented pads available?  As it was, I discontinued a product that I liked very much and have yet to find something as good.  But enough of feminine hygiene products. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I saw my soymilk with the label "new flavour" and I felt like yelling (but at whom?) that if I'm already buying the product it's obviously because I like the OLD flavour.  So if you ever want to see me break out into a visible sweat, just hand me a favourite product that says NEW AND IMPROVED.   Aaaack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, um, sorry about the unsent card Krissa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4668397290888087580?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4668397290888087580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4668397290888087580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4668397290888087580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4668397290888087580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-done-complaining-yet.html' title='not done complaining yet'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3965108888459929023</id><published>2007-06-13T15:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:42.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is it me, or is it hot in here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnBHgkuCRmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rrNnasCDmoI/s1600-h/max49sweating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075635404984698466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnBHgkuCRmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rrNnasCDmoI/s320/max49sweating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3965108888459929023?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3965108888459929023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3965108888459929023&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3965108888459929023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3965108888459929023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-me-or-is-it-hot-in-here.html' title='is it me, or is it hot in here?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RnBHgkuCRmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rrNnasCDmoI/s72-c/max49sweating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2481240078677293697</id><published>2007-06-11T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:33:50.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bigger is not necessarily better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(a post where I gripe and grouse because that's what I do at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of my faithful readers know, I wasn't too happy when I had to open a Google account for the new version of Blogger.  And because I can sometimes be a grumpy old sourpuss, my password reflects that I did not do this willingly.  Snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date I'm still not impressed with the whole takeover and personally do not believe that the acquisition by Google has improved this site all that much.  At least, not for this particular blogger.  One of the annoying things for me now is that I have to sign in every single time I access my blog even if I was there a minute before.  According to Google this has more to do with my own security settings, but all my tinkering in the Tools/Internet Options/Security categories has been to no avail.  Cookies are enabled and I've given express permission to always allow them on both the old and new Blogger sites.  My logon is also set on automatic but that doesn't make a difference either.  Maybe Google is personally offended by my password?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like the new set-up.  I miss being able to search all blogs by just going to the navigation bar and frankly, I don't think Google is especially user-friendly or customer-oriented.  Going to their "help" pages hasn't personally been very helpful for me as I find that if your question doesn't fit their pre-set categories then you're SOL.  And what happened to being able to email customer support?  Nope.  Not on Google.  All you can do is join a group and hope that someone will answer your question there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the bigger issue behind my irritation is the increasing tendency for sites and businesses to be gobbled up by larger entities.  It's merger this and merger that and pretty soon everything becomes homogenous.  Take grocery stores and newspapers for example.  Once upon a time many of them were independently owned and operated.  Now big conglomerates own almost all of the smaller grocery stores and that limits our free choice.  And how independent can our local newspapers really be when one or two corporations have bought most of them out?  No, I don't like this trend of big monopolies at all.  And that includes you, Mr. Google.  But I better shut up now.... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2481240078677293697?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2481240078677293697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2481240078677293697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2481240078677293697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2481240078677293697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/bigger-is-not-necessarily-better.html' title='bigger is not necessarily better'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8222929254164307936</id><published>2007-06-09T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:29:17.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dutch-canadian humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister sent me a list her daughter found on Facebook that made me laugh, and I thought I'd share a few of the items. Unfortunately though it probably won't make much sense to anyone who isn't Dutch, snort, and some of the items are definitely stereotypical, but I thought I'd post it anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know You're of Dutch Descent When&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you never trust that the yogourt or margarine containers contain what the label says&lt;br /&gt;- most North Americans (other than those of Dutch descent) can't pronounce your last name&lt;br /&gt;- you know doughnuts have nothing on &lt;em&gt;oliebollen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you know the only &lt;em&gt;speculaas&lt;/em&gt; worth eating are the windmills because they're good luck&lt;br /&gt;- you put sugar on bread with margarine&lt;br /&gt;- you love &lt;em&gt;Maggi&lt;/em&gt; in your soup, even if it doesn't need it&lt;br /&gt;- you can say the Dutch 'g' that a lot of others can't pronounce&lt;br /&gt;- you use untranslatable words like &lt;em&gt;appelflappen&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;gezellig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- you're asked for your last name and you spell it instead&lt;br /&gt;- you can say &lt;em&gt;achtentachtig prachtige grachten&lt;/em&gt; without sounding like you have a hairball in your throat&lt;br /&gt;- you brought &lt;em&gt;beschuit&lt;/em&gt; met &lt;em&gt;muisjes&lt;/em&gt; to school when you had a new brother/sister&lt;br /&gt;- you have so many coupons they keep building up and there are too many to look through&lt;br /&gt;- there is a calender in almost every room (including the bathroom) and at least one of the calenders is a 'birthday/anniversary' calender&lt;br /&gt;- you are too cheap to pay for cable cause you can get 4 channels for free with bunny ears&lt;br /&gt;- you have a special knife that you only ever use to cut cheese and you call this knife a &lt;em&gt;kaas mes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you like coffee that's way too strong&lt;br /&gt;- you hear all the 'new ways to save energy' and you yawn and say "I've been doing that all my life!"&lt;br /&gt;- you're not allowed to have both meat and cheese on the same sandwich&lt;br /&gt;- you go sightseeing and only attend things that have no charge&lt;br /&gt;- you have 500 rolls of toilet paper in your house because they were on sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8222929254164307936?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8222929254164307936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8222929254164307936&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8222929254164307936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8222929254164307936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/dutch-canadian-humour.html' title='dutch-canadian humour'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-745055308402158482</id><published>2007-06-07T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:54:27.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mary's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mary who? &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/12/catching-up-with-mary.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mary Tyler Moore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of course. And I picked her up tonight. No, not in person silly. But the eagerly anticipated &lt;em&gt;The Mary Tyler Moore Show: Complete Second Season&lt;/em&gt; DVD was anxiously awaiting my arrival at the library—woohoo! Maybe that'll lure me away from Flickrland.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* haven't gone there yet, but checked recent activity via email ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-745055308402158482?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/745055308402158482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=745055308402158482&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/745055308402158482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/745055308402158482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/marys-back.html' title='mary&apos;s back!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4194953677536860730</id><published>2007-06-06T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:53:43.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeeeeeelp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been floating around in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8172559@N07/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flickrland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for HOURS now, and I can't get out! There's too much to do, too much to see and too much to search. And searching is almost as fun as, well, list making. Aaaaack! Like I need another computer site to get addicted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somebody come get me? Seriously. I've got tons of other things that I still need to do today. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4194953677536860730?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4194953677536860730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4194953677536860730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4194953677536860730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4194953677536860730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/heeeeeeeelp.html' title='heeeeeeeelp!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6706231290351738022</id><published>2007-06-05T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:43.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smile more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmYavkuCRlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hn8qcuBOygE/s1600-h/smiling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072771434892379730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmYavkuCRlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hn8qcuBOygE/s320/smiling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alrighty! So here's another photo (final one, I promise) to round off the collection. And may I just add that these pics unfortunately do not do me any justice (no way is my forehead THAT big), and are therefore not to be used to infer level of attractiveness. Hear me? Snort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6706231290351738022?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6706231290351738022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6706231290351738022&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6706231290351738022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6706231290351738022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile-more.html' title='smile more?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmYavkuCRlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hn8qcuBOygE/s72-c/smiling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4793102741602682227</id><published>2007-06-03T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:43.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>botox: just say no ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL72fy1m8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QZdGl9VHvk/s1600-h/frown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071893044038835138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL72fy1m8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QZdGl9VHvk/s320/frown.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL7r_y1m7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vr87Zjq7z6M/s1600-h/surprise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071892863650208690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL7r_y1m7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/vr87Zjq7z6M/s320/surprise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh the things I do for my readers! Snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pics were inspired by Dakota's excellent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dakotashabitat.blogspot.com/2007/04/perishable.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; about what women are encouraged to do in the name of beauty. In response I've decided to mount my own pro-wrinkle campaign using the pithy slogan in the title above. Anyone care to join me? :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4793102741602682227?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4793102741602682227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4793102741602682227&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4793102741602682227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4793102741602682227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/botox-just-say-no.html' title='botox: just say no ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL72fy1m8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QZdGl9VHvk/s72-c/frown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8291065056041027594</id><published>2007-06-03T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:44.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and because Dakota asked nicely ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL3-_y1m6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jUL6jJlV24/s1600-h/back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071888792021212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL3-_y1m6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jUL6jJlV24/s320/back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL3yvy1m5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/T8vbje4UT-8/s1600-h/side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071888581567814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL3yvy1m5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/T8vbje4UT-8/s320/side.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are two pics to give you an idea of what my hair looks like post haircut. Mind you, it was cut about two weeks ago and as you can see, it's already starting to go wavy in the back. And I'm still waiting (quite impatiently) for it to go silver. Go, silver, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. do you know how hard it is to take your own pictures? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8291065056041027594?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8291065056041027594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8291065056041027594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8291065056041027594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8291065056041027594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-because-dakota-asked-nicely.html' title='and because Dakota asked nicely ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RmL3-_y1m6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jUL6jJlV24/s72-c/back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7274853230281413835</id><published>2007-06-01T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:09:01.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna know how smart you are? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take this &lt;a href="http://www.mikescomputerinfo.com/inteltest.htm"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt; to find out! I took it a few weeks ago, but seem to remember that the key was to read each question SLOWLY and figure out EXACTLY what they were asking. Armed with that piece of advice you'll do just fine. And if not, well, I ain't liable! Snort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7274853230281413835?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7274853230281413835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7274853230281413835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7274853230281413835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7274853230281413835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/wanna-know-how-smart-you-are.html' title='wanna know how smart you are? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8348608409849355699</id><published>2007-06-01T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:04:35.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna peek inside? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If, like me, you love houses and taking walks at night to get a better glimpse inside people's homes (okay, not too many of you probably go that far, LOL), then this &lt;a href="http://www.normalroom.com/index.php"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; is for you.  No more having to sneak around and feel like a peeping Tom—these folks want you to look! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8348608409849355699?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8348608409849355699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8348608409849355699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8348608409849355699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8348608409849355699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/wanna-peek-inside.html' title='wanna peek inside? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5340681605698405111</id><published>2007-05-30T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:15:56.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not a lotta grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know how difficult it is to run and catch a bus when you have a full knapsack on your back AND a grocery bag in each hand? Do you know how ridiculous a person looks even attempting such a feat? Think penguin crossed with, well, me. I'm quite sure the bus driver waited just because he was enjoying the spectacle. Never mind. One of the things I love about being in my early forties is not giving a toss anymore. Well, not as much. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5340681605698405111?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5340681605698405111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5340681605698405111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5340681605698405111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5340681605698405111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-lotta-grace.html' title='not a lotta grace'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6959651685428018333</id><published>2007-05-30T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:10:05.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all relative</title><content type='html'>Dirt, cleanliness, pain, tiredness; I now realize it all depends on what you're used to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6959651685428018333?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6959651685428018333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6959651685428018333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6959651685428018333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6959651685428018333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-all-relative.html' title='it&apos;s all relative'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-99131933709136694</id><published>2007-05-27T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:32:41.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slept. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-99131933709136694?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/99131933709136694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=99131933709136694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/99131933709136694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/99131933709136694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7116355423086320615</id><published>2007-05-27T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:45.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more before and after shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloF8_y1m4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/k87rCd3VdaY/s1600-h/fireplacebefore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069370876033866626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloF8_y1m4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/k87rCd3VdaY/s320/fireplacebefore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloF1_y1m3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oxiRFDfG4y0/s1600-h/fireplaceafter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069370755774782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloF1_y1m3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/oxiRFDfG4y0/s320/fireplaceafter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloFuPy1m2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3CKhk-RmRUU/s1600-h/closetbefore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069370622630796130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloFuPy1m2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3CKhk-RmRUU/s320/closetbefore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloFm_y1m1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/usLeS6tHbiM/s1600-h/closetafter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069370498076744530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloFm_y1m1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/usLeS6tHbiM/s320/closetafter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7116355423086320615?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7116355423086320615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7116355423086320615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7116355423086320615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7116355423086320615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-before-and-after-shots.html' title='more before and after shots'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RloF8_y1m4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/k87rCd3VdaY/s72-c/fireplacebefore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7513866501771796694</id><published>2007-05-27T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:20:23.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ask me what WASN'T sore on Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On second thought, don't. Okay, if you really must know, my hands, wrists, arms, shoulders, and legs were killing me. My knees however were fine because I used a folded-up blanket in a garbage bag to protect them. SO glad somebody told me about that little trick. It took me nearly six hours to clean the living room, but I was determined to get it done, and get it done well. After all, I have the &lt;em&gt;Dutch-housekeepers-are-really-good&lt;/em&gt; stereotype to uphold, snort. But three days in a row of cleaning baseboards, floors and doorways in warm humid weather on the second floor of an old house? Go on; ask me how tired I was! (In a weird way though it was kind of fun. Well, satisfying at least to see the end result.) Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tall doorways with the large mouldings—there are three of them in the apartment—and if I remember I'll try to take a picture of one of them when I return next week. (Yes, I've been asked to come back and tackle the hallway and stairs, so no, the fun's not over yet, LOL.) I know, I'll stick the ladder in front and that will demonstrate quite nicely how I'm NOT afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally finish, pack up, leave, and happen to run into the tenant living downstairs. Who, upon finding out that I was cleaning upstairs, promptly invites me in so that I can decide whether I'd like to have a job cleaning her place as well. Of course at that moment the very last thing I want to do is even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about cleaning somebody else's place, but I was polite and took the tour and you would not believe the bathroom! I've never seen anything like it. It was actually two adjoining bathrooms EXACTLY the width of my claw-foot tub. I kid you not. In the first room a tub half the length of a regular one fit right in between the two walls on one side, and a litter box was on the other side. In the second room there was a small vanity on one end and a toilet on the other, with barely any room to move around. I got claustrophobic just &lt;em&gt;peeking&lt;/em&gt; inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And within ten minutes I also realize that this 80-year-old-woman, bless her soul, has major memory problems as she tells me the same things over and over. I decide to leave until I realize it's raining outside, except that the term "raining" is inadequate as it's a torrential downpour! Again, I've never seen anything like it. (The next day I read that they suspect a tornado hit parts of Hamilton.) So we go to her kitchen to wait for the storm to calm down a bit when I notice mice droppings EVERYWHERE. On the floor, top of the fridge, on the counter, you name it. Before you know it I have a broom in hand and am cleaning the floor (telling her it's the one free cleaning she's gonna get) while she asks me the exact same questions she asked a few minutes before and I'm wondering if I've ended up in some kind of twilight zone. Honestly! Here I am, bone tired, cleaning the floor of a memory-impaired woman I don't even know living in a mice-filled house with the narrowest set of bathrooms I've ever seen PRAYING for the rain to ease up so I can walk the half hour to my own home and finally fall into bed. Too funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, was Day 3. Snort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7513866501771796694?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7513866501771796694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7513866501771796694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7513866501771796694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7513866501771796694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/ask-me-what-wasnt-sore-on-friday.html' title='ask me what WASN&apos;T sore on Friday!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3972462123946081611</id><published>2007-05-24T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:45.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black and white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuRvy1mwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Eshh4FZHJ0/s1600-h/2007_0524Forrest0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068289313074420482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuRvy1mwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Eshh4FZHJ0/s320/2007_0524Forrest0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuJvy1mvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/siZB3-cFamU/s1600-h/2007_0524Forrest0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuck indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuA_y1muI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MTFEZ-vaqqM/s1600-h/2007_0524Forrest0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068289025311611618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuA_y1muI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MTFEZ-vaqqM/s320/2007_0524Forrest0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3972462123946081611?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3972462123946081611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3972462123946081611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3972462123946081611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3972462123946081611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-and-white.html' title='black and white'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RlYuRvy1mwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Eshh4FZHJ0/s72-c/2007_0524Forrest0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-4789692330205360949</id><published>2007-05-24T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:37:03.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which means that now I really AM tired and sore! Snort. One more day to go this week, but why, oh why did I leave the largest, dirtiest and warmest room for last? And it was hot today too as we got our first taste of summer. The worst part though was finding this poor little mouse stuck on one of those horrible glue traps first thing in the morning. It was obviously in distress, and while I can understand people not wanting mice around, I still hate to see any living creature suffer. I couldn't rescue it though, and I didn't see anything around that I could use to end its life quickly and humanely. Poor thing. I ended up leaving it because I didn't know what to do, but I hope it doesn't live much longer. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, a quick before-and-after shot of one of the baseboards to give you an idea of what I'm up against, and then I'm outa here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-4789692330205360949?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4789692330205360949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=4789692330205360949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4789692330205360949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/4789692330205360949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1346387777833817106</id><published>2007-05-22T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:05:22.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, more like &lt;em&gt;spring clean&lt;/em&gt;. Except not at my house, not that it couldn't use it, snort. No, in addition to cleaning houses as a part-time income stream, I'm adding something a bit new this week by cleaning up a vacant apartment for a landlord before new tenants are acquired. How I came about this position is a bit of a fluke, but if it works out maybe I can clean up more apartments for him when tenants move out. The kicker is that the state of this apartment is the worst he's seen in 15+ years of renting. Yikes! That means I've got my work cut out for me. Big time. But, I've gotten super bored with regular weekly maintenance, and in all the houses I've been the biggest satisfaction has come out of getting it really clean the first time. I even made one client almost cry once when she saw how I had "magically" transformed her tub from black to white. Said she'd never seen it that white in seven years. Score! (Pssst, those Magic Erasers really do work if you have enough elbow grease.) So, this could work out well enough, especially if I could get some work from other landlords too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I have to prove myself. And wash walls, baseboards, floors, stairs and who-knows-what-else. Apparently the place is so bad they're even completely replacing the bathroom and kitchen. So yes, I'm somewhat worried. I've seen a fair bit in my stint of cleaning houses (cat, dog and people poop in places you wouldn't even believe, for starters), but maybe this is even worse than what I've encountered so far. And I'm already anticipating a sore body (better start stretching now!) and very tired bones at the end of each day. Which hopefully a long soak in the tub WILL alleviate. For now though I better put up a little sign on my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone Cleaning!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be back by the end of the week. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm gonna need it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1346387777833817106?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1346387777833817106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1346387777833817106&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1346387777833817106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1346387777833817106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5186549863574259359</id><published>2007-05-18T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:35:19.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of hair that is. In a sort of science experiment gone mad, I decided to see what would happen if I didn't bother getting my really short hair cut for six months. Now that doesn't sound too wild, but you don't know my hair. Well! The results made even my hairdresser gasp today when I turned around and showed her the back of my head. I had somehow sprouted these enormous silver wings that while not looking too bad in front, appeared as if they were trying to escape out back but without a clue as to the direction for their emergency flight. Meanwhile, a disgruntled middle contingent of hair decided that they had had just about enough of this craziness and rose up en masse to leave. Yep, a whole section of hair had started curling upwards (I have naturally wavy hair) in the strangest-looking formation ever witnessed by any hair professional. I kid you not. That gasp I mentioned earlier was NOT just embellishment for comedic effect. It was a true, albeit horrified, appreciation for what my hair can do when left to its own devices. Snort. So, it finally came off today. My only regret is that I didn't think to take a photo first to show you just how rebellious my hair can be, and that I wasn't able to take a photo of the mounds of hair left on the floor. About three heads and six pounds worth! Well, that's what the hairdresser said. Who now regrets ever doubting me when I said my hair grows faster than the average person the first time I ended up in her shop. WAY faster. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5186549863574259359?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5186549863574259359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5186549863574259359&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5186549863574259359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5186549863574259359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/shorn.html' title='shorn'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-9095543587104118473</id><published>2007-05-17T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:45.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>salad anyone? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rk0gTPy1mtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0KBLnfr2DNE/s1600-h/salad+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065740670891039442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rk0gTPy1mtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0KBLnfr2DNE/s320/salad+kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-9095543587104118473?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9095543587104118473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=9095543587104118473&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9095543587104118473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9095543587104118473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/salad-anyone.html' title='salad anyone? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rk0gTPy1mtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0KBLnfr2DNE/s72-c/salad+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5984089028011303092</id><published>2007-05-15T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:22:35.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a cleansing breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; let it settle itself." —TILOPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5984089028011303092?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5984089028011303092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5984089028011303092&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5984089028011303092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5984089028011303092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/cleansing-breath.html' title='a cleansing breath'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5622844111536631256</id><published>2007-05-14T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:58:26.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day late I know ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like many families, mine is incredibly screwed up, and like a lot of other mother-daughter relationships, ours is complicated enough that even picking out a Mother's Day card can be tricky. I still haven't resolved all of the issues between us, but yesterday I wanted to focus on some of the good things I've inherited or learned. These include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* blue eyes (the only one of five kids)&lt;br /&gt;* hair that will turn silver&lt;br /&gt;* a love of words and writing&lt;br /&gt;* a love of antiques and collectables&lt;br /&gt;* the ability to stretch a dollar like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;* the skill to clean house in the most efficient way possible&lt;br /&gt;* an eye for colour/design so that every home looks warm and inviting&lt;br /&gt;* figuring out by example how I do NOT want to live my life&lt;br /&gt;* recognizing the importance of being passionate about &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* most valuable of all, the ability to find humour in almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5622844111536631256?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5622844111536631256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5622844111536631256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5622844111536631256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5622844111536631256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-late-i-know.html' title='a day late I know ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6130343713082810064</id><published>2007-05-12T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a tulip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeL_3BbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wZeie7BewEQ/s1600-h/tulip+day+one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887082246047154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeL_3BbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wZeie7BewEQ/s320/tulip+day+one.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeL_3BcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XFwHVG6nNvE/s1600-h/tulip+day+two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887082246047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeL_3BcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XFwHVG6nNvE/s320/tulip+day+two.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeb_3BdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kHlDnlWQNEk/s1600-h/tulip+day+three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887086541014482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeb_3BdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kHlDnlWQNEk/s320/tulip+day+three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKfL_3BeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PmdSw7upBis/s1600-h/day+three+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887099425916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKfL_3BeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PmdSw7upBis/s320/day+three+closeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKfb_3BfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fYwttMxt1GI/s1600-h/day+three+underbelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887103720883698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKfb_3BfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fYwttMxt1GI/s320/day+three+underbelly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKEb_3BWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oB7a2NqBJHA/s1600-h/tulip+day+four.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063886639864415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKEb_3BWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oB7a2NqBJHA/s320/tulip+day+four.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKEb_3BXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cakbjQ2WWdM/s1600-h/day+four+frontal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063886639864415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKEb_3BXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cakbjQ2WWdM/s320/day+four+frontal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKE7_3BYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ArpQWlc13Kw/s1600-h/tulip+day+five.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063886648454350210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKE7_3BYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ArpQWlc13Kw/s320/tulip+day+five.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKE7_3BZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_Lz-hIQ1FWU/s1600-h/day+five+frontal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063886648454350226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKE7_3BZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_Lz-hIQ1FWU/s320/day+five+frontal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKFL_3BaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZzuamoLwVT0/s1600-h/tulip+day+six.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063886652749317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKFL_3BaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZzuamoLwVT0/s320/tulip+day+six.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6130343713082810064?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6130343713082810064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6130343713082810064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6130343713082810064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6130343713082810064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-of-tulip.html' title='the life of a tulip'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkaKeL_3BbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wZeie7BewEQ/s72-c/tulip+day+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2004506186812638934</id><published>2007-05-10T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:53:43.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, the noise!  Oh, the Noise!  Noise!  Noise!  Noise!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Snort. No, it's not at Christmas that I clearly empathize with the Grinch (although, depending on the kind of year I've had, LOL), but when the weather turns warmer and the windows get flung open and I have to listen to other people's music, that's when you'll hear me reciting the familiar line above. I mean, it's bad enough having to be privy to people's inane yakking on cell phones everywhere (what, you can't go for a walk or bus ride without talking to someone?), but being forced to listen to someone else's music is one of my major pet peeves. Being a not-quite-recovered-enough curmudgeon, I have MANY pet peeves, wink, but that one is probably the biggest. Maybe it's because I love the sound of stillness (although I don't mind things like birds chirping or trains whistling), or maybe it's because if I do have background music on it's likely to be of the classical variety. No, what I don't understand is people's need to have their car stereos blasting, or worse, bringing their radios outside with them. Um, hello? What makes you think I want to listen to your crappy music? Why should I have to be subjected to that? And why are you so afraid of silence? As far as I'm concerned it's all noise pollution. I appear to fall in the minority though as music is everywhere and others don't seem to mind it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is the worst offender on our street? If you guessed the lawnmower man who lives right across from me, then you're absolutely right. And is it the &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-hottest-day-of-year-so-far.html"&gt;mowing of the sidewalk&lt;/a&gt; that bothers me the most? No, even though I think it's quite insane, that I can handle (even at three hours at a time), as it doesn't happen every day. Now, you might think me positively loony when you read what I'm about to say next, but it's his whistling that drives me around the bend. I know, I know, it doesn't seem such a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but his whistling is so high-pitched and shrill and loud and constant that I can hear it clearly at the back of the house, and even when I'm watching TV. No matter what the volume, his whistling (and he does it for hours on end) pierces through so that I have no choice but to close the windows. Does it bother others as well? Yes. Can I talk to him about it? No. After a, um, incident a couple of years ago (remember, I'm curmudgeonly), we are no longer on speaking terms. Have I considered strangling him with my bare hands? Yes, of course I have! Snort. In fact, enough people have heard me confess to wanting to do exactly that, so if a homicide were to occur more than one suspecting finger would rightly be pointed my way. Okay, I exaggerate, but it's not like I can call the police to report him. Can you imagine the exchange that would take place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: &lt;em&gt;What seems to be the problem Ma'am?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;My neighbour is making too much noise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: &lt;em&gt;How, specifically?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Um, he's whistling. But really loud!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: [silence at first] &lt;em&gt;Ma'am, is this a crank call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;No! And you have to do something about it! Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Police officer: [click]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think THAT would go over very well. I'm just going to have to practise being Zen-like as much as possible, I suppose. And enjoy the times when he's NOT whistling. But hey, blogging about it sure helped! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2004506186812638934?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2004506186812638934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2004506186812638934&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2004506186812638934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2004506186812638934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-noise-oh-noise-noise-noise-noise.html' title='&quot;Oh, the noise!  Oh, the Noise!  Noise!  Noise!  Noise!&quot;'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7308194705819352219</id><published>2007-05-10T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, maybe I should try this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkOqGL_3BBI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3PdcYSOy6g/s1600-h/max65neighbours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063077429371143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkOqGL_3BBI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3PdcYSOy6g/s320/max65neighbours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Snort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7308194705819352219?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7308194705819352219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7308194705819352219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7308194705819352219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7308194705819352219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm-maybe-i-should-try-this.html' title='hmmm, maybe I should try this?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RkOqGL_3BBI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3PdcYSOy6g/s72-c/max65neighbours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7779781824185943732</id><published>2007-05-08T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:08:52.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cagney &amp; Lacey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyone remember this show? It ran from 1982 to 1988 and was one of my favourites. I loved the characters (two strong female cops in a male-dominant profession played by Sharon Gless and Tyne Daly), their friendship, the storylines, and the exploration of personal/social issues. What has stayed with me the most though is the memory of the twinges of envy I used to feel watching any given episode, and recognizing years later that what I had been envious or wistful of was their passion. It didn't matter if they were tired or bored or had personal problems; they always seemed committed and passionate about their work. Struggling at the time with what I was going to do when I grew up, I hoped that there was work that I could be equally fervent about. I STILL don't know what to do when I grow up, snort, although I do have a better sense of what it is I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the show's 25th anniversary (what, WHERE did the time go?) and MGM Home Video is releasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cagney-Lacey-Season-Tyne-Daly/dp/B000NDEXO8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (technically season two when Sharon Gless replaced the original actress) on DVD today. It also contains a two-part documentary and commentary from Gloria Steinem. Hurray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7779781824185943732?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7779781824185943732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7779781824185943732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7779781824185943732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7779781824185943732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/cagney-lacey.html' title='Cagney &amp; Lacey'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-5041090279484489165</id><published>2007-05-07T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:48.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ta da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj_Rab_3BAI/AAAAAAAAADk/KrAqg1UXxGk/s1600-h/2007_0506tabletulip0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061994758310134786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj_Rab_3BAI/AAAAAAAAADk/KrAqg1UXxGk/s320/2007_0506tabletulip0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided that since I no longer have a tulip outside, I'd buy and bring one indoors! I'll be taking a photograph each day until it no longer blooms (kind of a time-lapse project) and will post the sequence of photos when complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be pink, my pretty! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-5041090279484489165?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5041090279484489165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=5041090279484489165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5041090279484489165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/5041090279484489165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/ta-da.html' title='ta da!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj_Rab_3BAI/AAAAAAAAADk/KrAqg1UXxGk/s72-c/2007_0506tabletulip0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6597232778104669180</id><published>2007-05-06T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:49.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj5RhL_3A_I/AAAAAAAAADc/RzZjcHufkxE/s1600-h/mrs.+moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061572661809185778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj5RhL_3A_I/AAAAAAAAADc/RzZjcHufkxE/s320/mrs.+moses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6597232778104669180?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6597232778104669180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6597232778104669180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6597232778104669180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6597232778104669180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-humour.html' title='sunday humour'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rj5RhL_3A_I/AAAAAAAAADc/RzZjcHufkxE/s72-c/mrs.+moses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8758210931399493491</id><published>2007-05-05T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:23:11.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snippet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 3 minutes and 4 seconds after 2am on May 6th of this year (only a few hours away!), the time and date will be 02:03:04/05.06.07.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make of that what you will! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8758210931399493491?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8758210931399493491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8758210931399493491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8758210931399493491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8758210931399493491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/snippet.html' title='snippet'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8455767699931856319</id><published>2007-05-04T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:49.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>art is good for the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjvfRb_3A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/lC1KTYFQOB0/s1600-h/2007_0503paintings0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060884096947258306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjvfRb_3A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/lC1KTYFQOB0/s320/2007_0503paintings0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjveLb_3A7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tgEpnwshhPw/s1600-h/2007_0503paintings0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjveDL_3A6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uNR3ebCowGE/s1600-h/2007_0503paintings0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060882752622494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjveDL_3A6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uNR3ebCowGE/s320/2007_0503paintings0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in my kitchen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rjvd9r_3A5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Tu6yZILIoLI/s1600-h/2007_0503paintings0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060882658133214098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rjvd9r_3A5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Tu6yZILIoLI/s320/2007_0503paintings0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and in my computer room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's a sale at our local Hamilton Art Gallery this weekend, which I'm hoping to get to although a part of me thinks I shouldn't tempt myself. I'm only allowed to window shop, but have gotten into trouble before at various art shows when I've made that vow, LOL. Still, if I leave the credit cards at home there's little real danger this time. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; since I enjoy the pieces of original art I already have, I thought I'd share my three favourites with you. They're bright, cheerful, whimsical, full of life (the artist paints in such a way that the pictures seem almost animated), and they make me happy. The last reason is the best reason, in my opinion, to buy art because even though these paintings are the only thing of any real monetary value in my humble abode (literally everything else is second-hand) and could be considered a future financial investment, I'd never sell them anyway. They're mine. ALL MINE. But you're welcome to have a look. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8455767699931856319?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8455767699931856319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8455767699931856319&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8455767699931856319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8455767699931856319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-is-good-for-heart.html' title='art is good for the heart'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjvfRb_3A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/lC1KTYFQOB0/s72-c/2007_0503paintings0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6479983983965766837</id><published>2007-05-03T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of our cherry trees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpZG7_3AyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMX_edOxLTM/s1600-h/cherry+tree+blossoms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060455107023799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpZG7_3AyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMX_edOxLTM/s320/cherry+tree+blossoms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6479983983965766837?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6479983983965766837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6479983983965766837&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6479983983965766837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6479983983965766837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-of-our-cherry-trees.html' title='one of our cherry trees!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpZG7_3AyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pMX_edOxLTM/s72-c/cherry+tree+blossoms.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-422550812698293289</id><published>2007-05-03T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my neighbour's tulip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpX87_3AxI/AAAAAAAAABs/QCW4JFktSgM/s1600-h/neighbour"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060453835713479442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpX87_3AxI/AAAAAAAAABs/QCW4JFktSgM/s320/neighbour%27s+tulip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The photo's a bit dark, but you can see some of the white peeking out. I'm so jealous! But hey, at least I get to enjoy it as well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-422550812698293289?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/422550812698293289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=422550812698293289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/422550812698293289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/422550812698293289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-neighbours-tulip.html' title='my neighbour&apos;s tulip'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjpX87_3AxI/AAAAAAAAABs/QCW4JFktSgM/s72-c/neighbour%27s+tulip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-3311185974338093646</id><published>2007-05-02T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:00:28.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a few laws of the universe ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from the inbox: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Probability:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of the Telephone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of the Alibi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Variation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of the Bath:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone will ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Close Encounters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of the Result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Biomechanics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of the Theatre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle will arrive last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Coffee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something that will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Lockers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Carpets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Law of Consumer Products: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as you find a product you really like, they will stop making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a new law proposed by sender of forwarded email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Gardening:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lone tulip in the garden will be eaten only hours before it's ready to bloom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-3311185974338093646?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3311185974338093646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=3311185974338093646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3311185974338093646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/3311185974338093646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/few-laws-of-universe.html' title='a few laws of the universe ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1441802974314752911</id><published>2007-05-01T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still can't believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjfBIb_3AwI/AAAAAAAAABk/E-WztAW4JZI/s1600-h/2007_0501poortulip0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059725057072759554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjfBIb_3AwI/AAAAAAAAABk/E-WztAW4JZI/s320/2007_0501poortulip0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tulip bandit has struck again! I woke up this morning to see the awful sight above. The worst part is that it looked as if it was going to bloom soon (wish I'd taken another picture!), and the ironic part is that its life ended the same day it did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lessons to be learned from all this I suppose, e.g., life is short, don't take anything for granted, etc., but I'm not really in the mood for lessons right now. Once again I have no idea of its colour (it was still hard to tell yesterday), so I've decided that it would have been a deep pink, like the luscious tulips in the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'll still be here next year (you never know when renting), but if I am I won't be taking any chances. Come fall I'll plant a bunch of tulips of my own (safety in numbers?) and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aw, poor little tulip....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1441802974314752911?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1441802974314752911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1441802974314752911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1441802974314752911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1441802974314752911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-cant-believe-it.html' title='still can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjfBIb_3AwI/AAAAAAAAABk/E-WztAW4JZI/s72-c/2007_0501poortulip0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-418601511131104160</id><published>2007-05-01T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>think pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rje_d7_3AtI/AAAAAAAAABM/cJNJcqTTftg/s1600-h/pinktulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059723227416691410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rje_d7_3AtI/AAAAAAAAABM/cJNJcqTTftg/s320/pinktulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-418601511131104160?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/418601511131104160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=418601511131104160&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/418601511131104160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/418601511131104160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-pink.html' title='think pink!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Rje_d7_3AtI/AAAAAAAAABM/cJNJcqTTftg/s72-c/pinktulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8058929541295972369</id><published>2007-04-29T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:08:30.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Up films</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man." —Jesuit maxim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1964, Granada Television made a short feature that was to be the beginning of a most extraordinary documentary &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19981025/REVIEWS08/401010370"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt;.  Fourteen seven-year-old children from diverse backgrounds in England were interviewed to explore the idea that personality and future outcome could be, as suggested by the maxim, determined by age seven.  Although this was originally envisioned as a one-time venture, director Michael Apted went back every seven years to re-interview the same subjects.  The result, a collection of seven films so far (Seven Up, 7 Plus Seven, 21 Up, 28 Up, 35 Up, 42 Up and 49 Up) is, in my opinion, one of the finest examples of the power of documentary filmmaking ever.  Each of these seven films has profoundly moved me, and each one has made me exclaim, "This is why I love documentaries."  Do yourself a favour and watch them if you can.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint?  Having to wait until 2013 for the next instalment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8058929541295972369?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8058929541295972369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8058929541295972369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8058929541295972369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8058929541295972369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/up-films.html' title='the Up films'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1625311001931446715</id><published>2007-04-28T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for Krissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjJ9ib_3AsI/AAAAAAAAABE/zQ2oTPON7UY/s1600-h/max100don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058243362075116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjJ9ib_3AsI/AAAAAAAAABE/zQ2oTPON7UY/s320/max100don%27tlookyourage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth; every fresh morning a little youth; every going to rest and sleep a little dearth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;—ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER (German Philosopher, 1788-1860)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest of Birthdays, my sweet friend! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* &lt;em&gt;A friend is one before whom I may think aloud.&lt;/em&gt; —RALPH WALDO EMERSON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hope you don't mind my blabbing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1625311001931446715?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1625311001931446715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1625311001931446715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1625311001931446715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1625311001931446715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-krissa.html' title='for Krissa'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjJ9ib_3AsI/AAAAAAAAABE/zQ2oTPON7UY/s72-c/max100don%27tlookyourage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2924853598190311841</id><published>2007-04-26T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:50.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still hanging on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjEyW7_3ArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aGOxWsVVSWk/s1600-h/hanging+in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057879226157826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjEyW7_3ArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aGOxWsVVSWk/s320/hanging+in.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Photo was taken two days ago, so it's already grown again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2924853598190311841?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2924853598190311841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2924853598190311841&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2924853598190311841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2924853598190311841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-hanging-on.html' title='still hanging on!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RjEyW7_3ArI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aGOxWsVVSWk/s72-c/hanging+in.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-1410578826181961042</id><published>2007-04-23T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:51.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny new bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Ri1ZXh_qzMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qkoz8tjUjaQ/s1600-h/2007_0421greenbike0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056796217404214466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Ri1ZXh_qzMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qkoz8tjUjaQ/s320/2007_0421greenbike0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, actually, it's an &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; bike—a '73 Raleigh 3 speed. I just inherited it (and its sibling) from my mom and stepfather as they decided that given their health problems, it might be wise to stop riding them. Apparently their ages (eighty and ninety respectively) had nothing to do with it. Snort. I'd like to see me still riding a bike at 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took it out for a thorough test drive today, and decided that it passed. It's quite a bit heavier than my mountain bike, but I like that. The winds were gusting today at nearly blow-me-over speeds, so I felt safer on a sturdier bike. The handlebars are also higher than I'm used to, but I end up driving with a straighter back, which is probably better anyway. And see the neat side bags? Tested them out when going to the grocery store and it was nice not to have to carry items on my back in my knapsack. My parents had them brought over from that bike-loving country known as Holland, and no wonder! They work great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think this bike will be a keeper. Other than the hideously putrid olive colour—I don't even like green, which may come as a surprise given the colour of this &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-this-template.html"&gt;template&lt;/a&gt;—I like it just fine. The chain guard and the big front light amuse me, and the fenders will work dandy. And hey, I'll probably even &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; more Dutch on this baby! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. just realized that the colour of the bike (chain guard is in a different hue) pretty much matches the colour on the right-hand side of the page, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-1410578826181961042?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1410578826181961042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=1410578826181961042&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1410578826181961042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/1410578826181961042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-funny-new-bike.html' title='my funny new bike'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Ri1ZXh_qzMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qkoz8tjUjaQ/s72-c/2007_0421greenbike0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7416719643063834045</id><published>2007-04-22T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:22:25.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>earth day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How big is your ecological footprint? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mine's a medium according to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.sympatico.msn.ca/Quiz+Whats+your+ecological+footprint/Home/ContentPosting_CL.aspx?isfa=1&amp;newsitemid=237161&amp;amp;feedname=TRANS-CANADIAN-LIVING&amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;showbyline=True&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;detect=&amp;amp;abc=abc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which isn't too bad, but it could still be better. I also watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; earlier this week, and highly recommend it for those who haven't seen it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm going back out to enjoy the beautiful day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7416719643063834045?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7416719643063834045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7416719643063834045&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7416719643063834045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7416719643063834045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/earth-day.html' title='earth day'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-6769314947152786582</id><published>2007-04-21T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:51.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't my imagination!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq__R_qzLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CmvavNVLIXo/s1600-h/tulip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056064625559915698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq__R_qzLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CmvavNVLIXo/s320/tulip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq_zB_qzKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aasZ4bL87-M/s1600-h/tulip+interior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056064415106518178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq_zB_qzKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aasZ4bL87-M/s320/tulip+interior.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq_oB_qzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I1WjKUvoy7k/s1600-h/daffodil+interior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056064226127957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq_oB_qzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I1WjKUvoy7k/s320/daffodil+interior.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to an article in today's local paper, Southern Ontario usually gets about 132 hours of sun in the first 18 days of April. This year we got a whole 32. Yep, we were robbed of 100 hours of sun! It was also cold, dark and wet. No wonder I felt sun-deprived. Or that my lone tulip didn't grow as fast as &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. So in hopes that it won't meet the same fate and be cruelly &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-mourning.html"&gt;decapitated&lt;/a&gt; once again, I took a shot of the bulb while it's still nestled safely within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see the daffodil? I have no idea where this orphan came from either, but maybe it wanted to keep the tulip company even though it's on the other side of the garden. Hmmm, will anything new show up next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, it's gonna be a beautiful sunny weekend here, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-6769314947152786582?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6769314947152786582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=6769314947152786582&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6769314947152786582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/6769314947152786582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-wasnt-my-imagination.html' title='it wasn&apos;t my imagination!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/Riq__R_qzLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CmvavNVLIXo/s72-c/tulip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-7260804414678446261</id><published>2007-04-19T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:11:11.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in honour of her long-awaited and highly anticipated arrival, here's a poem from the incomparable &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Selected-Poems-Mary-Oliver/dp/0807068780/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/102-5174043-0641763?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1177030224&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;in your life&lt;br /&gt;more wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than the way the sun,&lt;br /&gt;every evening,&lt;br /&gt;relaxed and easy,&lt;br /&gt;floats towards the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and into the clouds or the hills,&lt;br /&gt;or the rumpled sea,&lt;br /&gt;and is gone—&lt;br /&gt;and how it slides again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blackness,&lt;br /&gt;every morning,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the world,&lt;br /&gt;like a red flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streaming upward on its heavenly oils,&lt;br /&gt;say, on a morning in early summer,&lt;br /&gt;at its perfect imperial distance—&lt;br /&gt;and have you ever felt for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such wild love—&lt;br /&gt;do you think there is anywhere, in any language,&lt;br /&gt;a word billowing enough&lt;br /&gt;for the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fills you,&lt;br /&gt;as the sun&lt;br /&gt;reaches out&lt;br /&gt;as it warms you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you stand there,&lt;br /&gt;empty-handed—&lt;br /&gt;or have you too&lt;br /&gt;turned from this world—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have you too&lt;br /&gt;gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;for power,&lt;br /&gt;for things?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oliver, Mary. &lt;em&gt;New and Selected Poems&lt;/em&gt;. Boston: Beacon Press, 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-7260804414678446261?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7260804414678446261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=7260804414678446261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7260804414678446261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/7260804414678446261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/suns-back.html' title='the sun&apos;s back!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-2297777859576277683</id><published>2007-04-17T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:05:41.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>know what day it is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." —T.S. ELIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides quote T.S. Eliot day? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you guessed that it's my one-year blogging anniversary, then you're right! Who knew the time would pass by so quickly? And it's been a lot of fun. In addition to being able to express myself, it's also been a way to have on record a few of the things that have caught my attention. I stated at the beginning of 2007 that this was going to be a year of change, so I imagine that some of my future entries may have me explore certain issues, but I'm sure that the hodgepodge nature of my mind will continue to be reflected in these posts. Thank you faithful readers (well, four of you that I know of for sure, snort) for keeping me company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where to go from here? Well, last year on this day I started from the &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-start-from-beginning.html"&gt;beginning&lt;/a&gt;, so in keeping with the above quote, I'll start this year from the end! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-2297777859576277683?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2297777859576277683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=2297777859576277683&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2297777859576277683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/2297777859576277683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/know-what-day-it-is.html' title='know what day it is?'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-8363253220028962424</id><published>2007-04-17T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:51.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, the pic IS of me this time ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RiVIeYwDTXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0X219dBmKP4/s1600-h/Img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054525843670519154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RiVIeYwDTXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0X219dBmKP4/s320/Img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"We shall not cease from exploration&lt;br /&gt;And the end of all our exploring&lt;br /&gt;Will be to arrive from where we started&lt;br /&gt;And know the place for the first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—T.S. ELIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-8363253220028962424?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8363253220028962424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=8363253220028962424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8363253220028962424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/8363253220028962424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-pic-is-of-me-this-time.html' title='yes, the pic IS of me this time ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzlsL1H09HU/RiVIeYwDTXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0X219dBmKP4/s72-c/Img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-9122158500213841007</id><published>2007-04-16T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:48:56.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>six feet under</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I admit I cried my eyes out during the last sequence of the final episode of this amazing series set in a family-run funeral home. And it's also the main reason I didn't reply to emails as promptly as I would have liked last week given that there were nearly twenty hours of the 5-disc DVD to watch. I sometimes find it hard to fit in a single DVD during the same time period (yes, even though I don't work full-time, snort), so this mega-viewing marathon was a bit of a reach, but so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing and acting in this show were both excellent, and the subject matter—I was going to say 'refreshing' although that's probably not the best way to describe the topic of death—not addressed before. At least, not in any real depth, and not on TV. And that's what I appreciated the most; it's frank and real handling of an issue that affects each of us. I don't remember the movie &lt;em&gt;Terms of Endearment&lt;/em&gt; that well, but I do recall being annoyed by the fact that they never seemed to use the words 'death' or 'dying', as if by using silly euphemisms they could skirt around the unpleasantness of it all. So my hat goes off to this show for allowing viewers to have the chance to think about death in a meaningful way. And to be entertained at the same time. I know it sounds kind of strange as death isn't inherently funny, but I liked the show's dark, even macabre, sense of humour, and I have to admit I looked forward to seeing how they would kill off each week's doomed character. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have any quibble with the show at all it would be their depiction of drug use as it began to feel as if everyone and their uncle dabbled with various drugs at some point or another. Now maybe I just live a very sheltered life, but that didn't seem realistic to me and it started to get on my nerves a bit. Still, a minor point most viewers might not even agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, the final sequence had me in tears. In it, the youngest main character of the family, Claire, drove from Los Angeles to New York to meet her future, while flash-forwards showed when and how each of the key characters would die, including Claire in 2085. It was moving and poignant, and seemed so fitting given the central theme of the show. I even felt a bit bereft afterwards, not wanting it to end, and that too seemed appropriate. I was glad therefore that the DVD included special features discussing the impact of the show, the cast, characters, writing, favourite moments, the look of the show, how it began, and how it ended. It gave me a much-needed feeling of closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it takes a brave series to kill off its central character when there are three more episodes left, and I applaud &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/about/index.shtml"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/a&gt; for doing that. And the actor playing that character said something in one of the special feature segments that I really liked, "And if there's one thing about death I can tell you, death will shut you up right quick, so if you have something to say in this lifetime, say it." How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes. And everything ends. Goodbye Six Feet Under. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-9122158500213841007?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9122158500213841007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=9122158500213841007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9122158500213841007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/9122158500213841007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/six-feet-under.html' title='six feet under'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117650535819302405</id><published>2007-04-13T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:02:38.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you see? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make sure to follow the instructions in the last picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/792264/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/98672/deer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/928584/ships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/555430/dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/355141/dot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-117650535819302405?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117650535819302405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117650535819302405&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117650535819302405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117650535819302405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-do-you-see.html' title='what do you see? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117641175340446363</id><published>2007-04-12T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:15:05.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in her own words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/792571/rookworst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/180298/rookworst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't everyone take a photo of sausage* in the supermarket with their phone so they can send it to their Dutch-Canadian friend who lives 15,000 km away??? I mean, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snort. Um, I don't think so, but thank you Susan! Especially for any looks you may have incurred. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* one of the ingredients in Dutch pea &lt;a href="http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/yum.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;soup &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-117641175340446363?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117641175340446363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117641175340446363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117641175340446363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117641175340446363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-her-own-words.html' title='in her own words'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117633519708306955</id><published>2007-04-11T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:46:37.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Everything the same, everything distinct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-117633519708306955?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117633519708306955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117633519708306955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117633519708306955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117633519708306955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/zen-saying.html' title='Zen saying'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117625778852354620</id><published>2007-04-10T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:47:31.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if you want to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And who doesn't? But I'm biased, as I can't imagine anything more wonderful than the written word. Okay, cats come awfully close. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the most delightful books on writing that I've come across over the years are Anne Lamott's insightful and rib-splittingly-funny &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bird-Some-Instructions-Writing-Life/dp/0385480016/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-2422131-8861458?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1176254826&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life&lt;/a&gt; (which I'd recommend to anyone even if you DON'T want to write), Dorothea Brande's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Becoming-Writer-Dorothea-Brande/dp/0874771641/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-2422131-8861458?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1176255441&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Becoming a Writer&lt;/a&gt;, and Brenda Ueland's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/If-You-Want-Write-Independence/dp/1555972608/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-2422131-8861458?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1176255441&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit&lt;/a&gt;. The last two books were both written in the 1930's ('34 and '38 respectively), but are just as fresh and relevant today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brenda Ueland begins her short but effective closing chapter in &lt;em&gt;If You Want To Write&lt;/em&gt; by asking the question, "Why urge everybody to write when the world is so full of writers, and there are oceans of printed matter?" (And just imagine how much fuller those oceans are nearly seventy years later!) "Why should we all use our creative power and write or paint or play music, or whatever it tells us to do?" she continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She answers by saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money. Because the best way to know the Truth or Beauty is to try and express it. And what is the purpose of existence Here or Yonder but to discover truth and beauty and express it, i.e., share it with others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. And well put. Um, excuse me; I have a few books to reread....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quotes taken from Chapter XV111 pp. 176-9.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-117625778852354620?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117625778852354620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117625778852354620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117625778852354620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117625778852354620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-you-want-to-write.html' title='if you want to write'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117604645305012596</id><published>2007-04-08T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:02:41.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy (white!) Easter everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/35255/bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/841841/bunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"If we have listening ears, God speaks to us in our own language, whatever that language be." —MAHATMA GANDHI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25265352-117604645305012596?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117604645305012596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117604645305012596&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117604645305012596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117604645305012596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-white-easter-everyone.html' title='happy (white!) Easter everyone!'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117599176638760757</id><published>2007-04-07T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:22:46.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'twas the day before Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/564771/2007_0406flurries0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/28564/2007_0406flurries0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/182360/2007_0406moreflurries0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/109125/2007_0406moreflurries0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/792028/2007_0406moreflurries0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/583261/2007_0406moreflurries0001.jpg" 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/25265352-117599176638760757?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117599176638760757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117599176638760757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117599176638760757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117599176638760757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/twas-day-before-easter.html' title='&apos;twas the day before Easter'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25265352.post-117589240830900622</id><published>2007-04-06T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:46:48.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>now who's the black sheep of the family? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/1600/767275/black%20chickies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2009/1111/320/928298/black%20chickies.jpg" 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/25265352-117589240830900622?l=thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/117589240830900622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25265352&amp;postID=117589240830900622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117589240830900622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25265352/posts/default/117589240830900622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelinephilosophersmuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-whos-black-sheep-of-family.html' title='now who&apos;s the black sheep of the family? ;)'/><author><name>KJ's muse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15062598217664347566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2009/1111/1600/croplap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
