<?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-4854074667459422704</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:56:08.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumptions Over the Radar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-2140367851289169178</id><published>2012-01-18T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:26:00.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4aOosAdVwU/TxbW_bgG4II/AAAAAAAAALo/0DnyPoj6FCc/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698978763686469762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4aOosAdVwU/TxbW_bgG4II/AAAAAAAAALo/0DnyPoj6FCc/s320/010.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 180px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted in almost 3 years. But it is time to post again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I am to succeed in this thing called life, I need to be taken more seriously. I need to make more of an effort to make myself healthy. Today is the beginning of that journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's weight, 215 lbs. Height 5'6". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up without an alarm at 5:45am. Got into the shower and thought that I will be able to do this. Cried to myself for a good minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went downstairs and made a smoothie and thought, I can do this. I can go without eating that much animal and feel healthier. I can do this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work today, I join the gym I have been eyeing for the past 2 years and I go work out. I need to do this for me. I am not sure if anyone out there is reading this, but I think it will help me be accountable for my actions if I put it out there. Let whoever wants to read this be the person who knows that I can make my life manageable. I can feel like a real human being again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-2140367851289169178?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/2140367851289169178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=2140367851289169178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/2140367851289169178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/2140367851289169178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-not-posted-in-almost-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4aOosAdVwU/TxbW_bgG4II/AAAAAAAAALo/0DnyPoj6FCc/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-4750545402308203428</id><published>2008-06-02T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:23:05.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stroke of luck...</title><content type='html'>By a mere act of Supreme Being, I was able to see the man. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Transvestite&lt;/span&gt;. Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. On Friday, I got to see &lt;a href="http://www.eddieizzard.com/home.izz"&gt;Mr. Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izzard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at the Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orphium&lt;/span&gt; Theater! And he was fantastic!! Not to be too brash or anything, but HOT DAMN....if I was only bolder I would have tried to touch him, lick the rock star he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was ON!!! It was such a wonderful experience. I just wanted to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-4750545402308203428?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/4750545402308203428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=4750545402308203428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/4750545402308203428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/4750545402308203428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2008/06/stroke-of-luck.html' title='A stroke of luck...'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-255016577861416805</id><published>2008-01-21T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:21:55.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON't Rant enough to have a blog...</title><content type='html'>I figured that since I must sit here at work among the monotany that is the job of a secretary, I should have the ability to rank about the tings that REALLY bother me about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. Louis Theater&lt;br /&gt;Why is this &lt;a href="http://www.waxwingwebs.com/stageleft/html/calendar.htm"&gt;community&lt;/a&gt; fighting all the time? Is it really worth talking about another company behind their backs to this company only to turn around and do the same thing all in the name of a &lt;a href="http://www.kevinklineawards.org/"&gt;Kevin Kline Award&lt;/a&gt;? Really. Why do you have to make such a big deal about this awards? No one in the rest of the country (except Mr. Kline, who I hope takes no offense to these rantings) knows what the hell they are or why they should care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know that it feels good to be recognized by your peers for doing a good job. But it also feels &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; to be recognized by total strangers for touching their minds. And their heart. And make them question why they are who they are. Mabey I am expecting too much from my community. But I have always wondered why people do theater. If you want to be a "star" you picked the wrong field, honey. You won't get famous or rich until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; you break it big in the movies. Theater is about connecting with people and making them think! At least that is why I love doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Mabey things are getting better. Who am I really to judge? I have only worked for about 10 companies in the last year. I have not even scratched the surface. I hope that I can adapt well enough to be able to work with more over the next few years. That is, unless my man and I finally try it in a &lt;a href="http://www.ci.la.ca.us/"&gt;New City&lt;/a&gt;. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-255016577861416805?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/255016577861416805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=255016577861416805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/255016577861416805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/255016577861416805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-rant-enough-to-have-blog.html' title='I DON&apos;t Rant enough to have a blog...'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-4178312709960365588</id><published>2007-10-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:23:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work vs Work-a-haulic</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like to stay busy. But it seems that I cannot be just busy. I have to be TOO busy are so extremely busy that I cannot function. What is all that about. I mean, where do we draw the lines between work and work-a-haulic? I just I need to find a balance I suppose, as I seem to miss out on some of those things that are most dear to me, as I am always busy with work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-4178312709960365588?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/4178312709960365588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=4178312709960365588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/4178312709960365588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/4178312709960365588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-vs-work-haulic.html' title='Work vs Work-a-haulic'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-6348117125434415654</id><published>2007-01-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:22:22.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Create</title><content type='html'>He looked down at the small lump of mud and thought he could make a delicious meal. He he molded it into the shape of a small disc, with extra details taken on the the decorative toppings. A small twig. A bit of a green leaves for color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he took a bite of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/span&gt; he realized...no matter what you make it look like, a mud pie is still not more than just dirt and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, his stomach turned over and he ran to his mother crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-6348117125434415654?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/6348117125434415654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=6348117125434415654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/6348117125434415654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/6348117125434415654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-word-create.html' title='One Word: Create'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-3519046308927948675</id><published>2007-01-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:01:59.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Collar</title><content type='html'>1: I think I've got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: He looks Rabid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: What? No he's just wiry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)&lt;br /&gt;Lights down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 4, 2007 12:56 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-3519046308927948675?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/3519046308927948675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=3519046308927948675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/3519046308927948675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/3519046308927948675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-word-collar.html' title='One Word: Collar'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-2265518738607686606</id><published>2006-12-28T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T12:26:13.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Brave</title><content type='html'>Justin: Bravery is like counting chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: What? That doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Well you can't think you are brave until you do something that makes you that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: So, us flying up here. Does that makes us brave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan: Well considering that we don't seem to have anything to do, I would have to go with no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Just as I thought. Another day without anyone to save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-2265518738607686606?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/2265518738607686606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=2265518738607686606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/2265518738607686606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/2265518738607686606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-word-brave.html' title='One Word: Brave'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-319452535683368535</id><published>2006-12-21T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:09:30.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Julian&lt;/strong&gt;: I had only twenty pieces of gold to give you and you gave me this dead bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marice&lt;/strong&gt;: How can you judge me like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian&lt;/strong&gt;: I only needed the leg idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marice&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh. well that will be 20 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-319452535683368535?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/319452535683368535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=319452535683368535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/319452535683368535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/319452535683368535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-word-gold.html' title='One Word: Gold'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854074667459422704.post-1042268405322274182</id><published>2006-12-21T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:09:49.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challange</title><content type='html'>So I have been challenged by my friend to start writing. I am not sure what will come of this endeavor, but I have to suck it up and start I suppose. I have never attempted to do these things before, but I guess I should begin somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pestilence, Famine, and Wrath sit at a card table and stare at one another. Petulance seems aggravated and continues to look at his watch. Wrath begins to fall asleep as Famine starts to eat the contents of the poker rounder. Death enters in a rush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;: So sorry guys. Tammy and I were having dinner at her parents house and her dad started talking to me about pluming. Did you know that I could be making 3 figures if I start as an apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestilence:&lt;/strong&gt; This the third time this month you have been late to this. We have been waiting on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death:&lt;/strong&gt; We you know how important Tammy is to me, guys, and you know that we only have Tuesdays. I mean I work all the time and Tammy is at the hospital 6 nights a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestilence&lt;/strong&gt;: I know all this. But WE only have Tuesdays if you remember. It's not like the old days when we could just all go in at once and take out the population. I mean lets face it. With all the new advances in science and technology, we haven't had a good run since the last plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;: But this is the first time I have EVER had a real girl friend. I mean you really cant count Persephone, that really was against her will and I don't think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestilence&lt;/strong&gt;: Enough! I get it. We all get it. You're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(waking up due to the screaming)&lt;/em&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey. Calm down buddy. Nothing going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: AHHHH....awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestilence&lt;/strong&gt;: Now look at what you made me go and do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry! It's just that...I mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestilence&lt;/strong&gt;: Let's just play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;They look down realizing they have no poker chips)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey where are all the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pestulance&lt;/strong&gt;: I started with a whole rounder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;They both look at Famine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famine&lt;/strong&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;mouth full&lt;/em&gt;) What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights Down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4854074667459422704-1042268405322274182?l=assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/feeds/1042268405322274182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4854074667459422704&amp;postID=1042268405322274182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/1042268405322274182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4854074667459422704/posts/default/1042268405322274182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionsovertheradar.blogspot.com/2006/12/challange.html' title='A Challange'/><author><name>Moondust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11199758521853570000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3114/img0850ev8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
