<?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-12519359</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:55.621-05:00</updated><category term='Mornings'/><category term='Research'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Article Link'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Lab'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Challenges'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Adventures of a Graduate Student</title><subtitle type='html'>And so our hero, with much sweat and caffeine, passed her qualifying exam.  Thus begins the epic adventure to attain the ultimate goal: publishable data.  Or a different job.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-6798222490947945306</id><published>2007-07-03T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:28:30.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time to check the batteries of the internal clock.</title><summary type='text'>And not that scary "I only have x number of years to attempt fulfilling my own existence by reproduction" internal clock.  Nope, this is just the usual one, the one that tells you "hey, it's time to eat," or, "uh, no, sleeping time is NOW."I think I broke it.Why would I suspect such a thing you ask?  (Waits).  Well, because as of the time of this posting, I have been awake for a solid thirty one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6798222490947945306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=6798222490947945306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6798222490947945306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6798222490947945306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-check-batteries-of-internal.html' title='Time to check the batteries of the internal clock.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-4018863317897428453</id><published>2007-07-02T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:03:53.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold-Digging for Dummies</title><summary type='text'>After being sick and sleeping for the better part of the weekend, it wasn't all that difficult to get up after SideShow shook me awake this morning around 5:30.  AM.  You know, that never talked about hour.  I wandered around the house for a few minutes reconciling myself with consciousness, made a pit stop at DD on the way to work (mmm, coffee), and stumbled into the lab a little after six.  Yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4018863317897428453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=4018863317897428453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/4018863317897428453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/4018863317897428453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/gold-digging-for-dummies.html' title='Gold-Digging for Dummies'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-8522610101444282295</id><published>2007-07-02T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:05:16.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Lately</title><summary type='text'>I've been suffering from a problem: self-censorship.  And the result has been silence.Now, such a problem seems counterintuitive: the whole purpose of a blog, one reasons, is to spout out whatever topic appropriate (or not) thoughts happen to be bouncing around in said blogger's skull.  However, there are some drawbacks to my situation, which may or may not be the average...People I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8522610101444282295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=8522610101444282295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/8522610101444282295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/8522610101444282295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-61945413659877398</id><published>2007-06-14T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:31:26.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Private - Keep Out</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make, while I'm spinning down cells and lining up tubes for the day's experiments.  I read your notebook.  It was too tempting, sitting there on the counter the other night, watermarked and dog-eared as a testament to the places to which you'd toted it.  I wasn't expecting it to be personal: the first few pages were crinkly scrawls of addresses.. Maine, Paris, Alabama.  A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/61945413659877398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=61945413659877398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/61945413659877398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/61945413659877398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/private-keep-out.html' title='Private - Keep Out'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-7438392652008947177</id><published>2007-06-12T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:13:42.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>The Great Chesapeake Bay Challenge</title><summary type='text'>A few months ago, I began a specialty blog that was doomed to failure: a training blog for an open water swimming event.  Why was this doomed, as I say?  For several reasons:It's a special interest blog.  Prospective audience becomes much thinner.If my friends are my readers.... it's even thinner than that.How interesting is it to type workout after workout?And of course.. I'm lazy, so regular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7438392652008947177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=7438392652008947177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/7438392652008947177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/7438392652008947177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-chesapeake-bay-challenge.html' title='The Great Chesapeake Bay Challenge'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-3577013729063111796</id><published>2007-06-12T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:51:58.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot of catching up to do...</title><summary type='text'>I'm a little overdue on posting, which is no big surprise.. it always seems to happen, especially when things get busy.  So at some point, I'll blog about Boston, about Redwood's wedding, about Drama since then, and about the Bay Swim.  Not necessarily in that order.This message will self destruct in five.. four.. three.. two...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3577013729063111796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=3577013729063111796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/3577013729063111796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/3577013729063111796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-lot-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='I have a lot of catching up to do...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-2669918046561674994</id><published>2007-05-30T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:08:59.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><summary type='text'>Too tired to write much tonight -- Lawnmower and I are going to Boston this weekend.  Life is insane.  I hate research.  Amazon sucks.More on the last two tomorrow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2669918046561674994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=2669918046561674994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/2669918046561674994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/2669918046561674994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-6516103033356200192</id><published>2007-05-28T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:59:33.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Trapeze, Maple Lawn, Maryland</title><summary type='text'>I always feel a little bit wierd blogging about a restaurant, since I don't know much.. but here we go.  The last time Sideshow and I went out to dinner in the new development at Maple Lawn, we were pretty disappointed in our experience; however, as the other restaurant in the shopping center isn't affiliated with that one, there's no reason (except some odd pavlovian-type conditioning) to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6516103033356200192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=6516103033356200192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6516103033356200192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6516103033356200192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/trapeze-maple-lawn-maryland.html' title='Trapeze, Maple Lawn, Maryland'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/518790406_17151887dc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-2258474892319798661</id><published>2007-05-28T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:36:47.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article Link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>No.. no ribs?!</title><summary type='text'>Here's an article from Newsweek, titled How to Have a Healthy BBQ.  It begins with common sense... undercooked food is bad, fruits and veggies are good, etc.  Until the recommendations that totally ruin the point of a barbecue.How to Have a Healthy BBQA weekly look at the nutritional value, or lack thereof, of some of our favorite foods.WEB EXCLUSIVEBy Noelle ChunNewsweekUpdated: 4:17 p.m. ET May</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2258474892319798661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=2258474892319798661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/2258474892319798661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/2258474892319798661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-no-ribs.html' title='No.. no ribs?!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-5811843808741541286</id><published>2007-05-27T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:41:07.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Porcelain Ponderings</title><summary type='text'>Does the title of this post give you reason to pause?There are very few magazines I subscribe too, because for the most part I don't have time to read them. Something that I found interesting enough to pay for eventually becomes stressful, because issues pile up high enough to make me feel as if I'm wasting my money. So in an effort to read them, I put them in the one place where people generally</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5811843808741541286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=5811843808741541286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/5811843808741541286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/5811843808741541286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-title-of-this-post-give-you-reason_1825.html' title='Porcelain Ponderings'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-1276639962687304350</id><published>2007-05-27T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:51:31.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lab'/><title type='text'>Waking up...</title><summary type='text'>Halfway through a mug of coffee with breakfast (a cupcake! Shhh.) in my stomach, I'm finally starting to come awake. Bright light is now more than a haze, it's something clearer now, illuminating the long list of things I have to do today before I can finally crawl into bed. Like most days, a third that list will go neglected, either from circumstance or an indulgence of laziness.Most of it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1276639962687304350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=1276639962687304350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/1276639962687304350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/1276639962687304350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/halfway-through-mug-of-coffee-with.html' title='Waking up...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-5675616417229646076</id><published>2007-05-26T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:40:27.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Set at three hundred and fifty degrees...</title><summary type='text'>I love to cook.  When I have a hard day at work, I usually stop off at the grocery store, pick up a few items, and have a field day with one of the cookbooks in my library.  This worked out well when the Teach was my housemate, as she also loves to cook.  I did play around with food blogging, but... I don't know enough.  And it got annoying.It's still fun taking pictures of food in restaurants </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5675616417229646076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=5675616417229646076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/5675616417229646076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/5675616417229646076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/set-at-three-hundred-and-fifty-degrees_26.html' title='Set at three hundred and fifty degrees...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-4022465427853471638</id><published>2007-05-18T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:31:18.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>On aspiration, philosophy, and relief.</title><summary type='text'>Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made ofYou might bend ‘til you break, 'cause it’s all you can take.On your knees you look up, decide you’ve had enoughYou get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it offThen you stand--Rascal Flatts,"Stand"If you're still reading, and wondering why I'm starting a blog post with song lyrics (when I've vowed so many times that most people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4022465427853471638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=4022465427853471638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/4022465427853471638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/4022465427853471638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-aspiration-philosophy-and-relief_27.html' title='On aspiration, philosophy, and relief.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-8607428313951331824</id><published>2007-05-10T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:40:05.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Fixation...</title><summary type='text'>Why do people fixate on the 'normal' progression of relationships?  Here's how it goes, according to our parents, Disney, and every issue of CosmoGirl out there...Boy meets girl.Boy and girl date.Boy and girl get engaged.Boy and girl get married.Rugrats soon to follow.What about the things before?  In between?  What about the people who don't fit this paradigm?People go on and on about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8607428313951331824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=8607428313951331824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/8607428313951331824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/8607428313951331824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/fixation.html' title='Fixation...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-54746378182571563</id><published>2007-04-24T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:39:37.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Prodigal daughter.  Or something like that.</title><summary type='text'>The nice thing about a blog is, when I neglect it, it doesn't bug me.  It doesn't complain that I don't call, write, or email.  It doesn't nag about how we never do anything any more, or about how I didn't even notice it's new shoes.  Or whatever.So, in appreciation of how GradAdventures is still here, unvisited, unused, and taking up its own measure of space on the 'internets' I might just give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/54746378182571563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=54746378182571563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/54746378182571563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/54746378182571563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/prodigal-daughter-or-something-like.html' title='Prodigal daughter.  Or something like that.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-6341346286714625421</id><published>2007-03-25T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:41:27.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Fire Rock Grill</title><summary type='text'>Fire Rock Grill opened at the site of one of my favorite bars of all time, Last Chance Saloon, which folded several years ago: understand this was a real tragedy, because it was one of the last semi-gritty pub-type spots complete with pool, fabulously greasy and delicious bar food, and a beer list that would take months to work through.  Sideshow threw me a surprise party there for my twenty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6341346286714625421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=6341346286714625421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6341346286714625421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6341346286714625421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/fire-rock-grill.html' title='Fire Rock Grill'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/433537606_90d9cfedf4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-6280914216898108495</id><published>2006-12-08T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:39:22.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Disappointed...</title><summary type='text'>So, The Teach, Half-dozen, Sideshow, and I went to a new restaurant, oZ Chophouse last night, in hopes of finding a really good special occassion steakhouse spot.  It was definitely no Ruth's Chris or Capitol Grille though their prices were close.The atmosphere is really nice -- there's this big fake tree positioned in the middle of the dining room that really complements the hardwood decor and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6280914216898108495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=6280914216898108495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6280914216898108495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6280914216898108495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/12/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-6185542623788026440</id><published>2006-11-30T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:38:15.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant: Before noon...</title><summary type='text'>..all bets are off.  Allow me to explain.This morning I planned to bring breakfast in to lab,  because I'm a nice person -- and because I canceled a meeting on short notice, and just needed to appease my fellow coworkers.  Unfortunately, a tragic incident (I forgot eggs at the grocery store) made it necessary to buy breakfast rather than bake it, which is why I was running through the door of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6185542623788026440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=6185542623788026440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6185542623788026440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/6185542623788026440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/rant-before-noon.html' title='Rant: Before noon...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114775506357942025</id><published>2006-05-15T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:51:03.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't?</title><summary type='text'>I love running into people I haven't seen in a while.  I'm not the best about calling people, even when they live close by.. so chance meetings is a great opportunity to catch up.  The problem is when a certain period of time has gone by (friends, a few months.. family, about a week) people inevitably think that they've missed some monumental event in your life.Enter the question: "Are you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114775506357942025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114775506357942025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114775506357942025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114775506357942025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114541407511585169</id><published>2006-04-18T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:40:58.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately, I have to admit...</title><summary type='text'>..that I've been having a crisis of faith.  I always thought, when I heard that phrase growing up, that it would be much more dramatic -- ringing bells, weeping women, that sort if thing.  But really, I think it's just been part of the restlessness and dissatisfaction I've been feeling.I was raised Catholic, and went to Catholic school for years -- I enjoyed my faith, it brought me a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114541407511585169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114541407511585169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114541407511585169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114541407511585169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/lately-i-have-to-admit.html' title='Lately, I have to admit...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114533365586995738</id><published>2006-04-17T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:14:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the point?</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling very restless tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114533365586995738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114533365586995738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114533365586995738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114533365586995738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-point.html' title='To the point?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114476232771591398</id><published>2006-04-11T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:32:07.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my sister is awesome</title><summary type='text'>Crazy diabetic cat lady who works out at the gym: So, where are you working this summer?Lawnmower: In the Aquatics office.Crazy diabetic cat lady who stalks all the lifeguards: Oh, that's great!  If they need a lifeguard, you'll be there.Lawnmower:  Right.  In case someone starts drowning in the toner...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114476232771591398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114476232771591398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114476232771591398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114476232771591398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-my-sister-is-awesome.html' title='Why my sister is awesome'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114409857067217675</id><published>2006-04-03T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:09:30.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><summary type='text'>Don't forget to change the batteries in your smoke detectors.  And now, for your reading enjoyment...Spider-hunting nudist burns own bunsAussie pours gasoline in spider hole, lights match; arachnid’s fate unknownSYDNEY - A red-faced Australian nudist who tried to set fire to what he thought was a deadly funnel web spider's nest ended up with badly burned buttocks, emergency officials said on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114409857067217675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114409857067217675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114409857067217675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114409857067217675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114378705188068912</id><published>2006-03-31T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:37:31.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><summary type='text'>My room is a disaster.  Literally.  Aid from FEMA should be pouring in sometime next week. :\  In the mean time, I decided before I went to sleep tonight that I'd do some cleaning and laundry.  What resulted was an all-out war on my little ten by ten space.Sadly, I think the room won, by way of a well-placed glass trinket that fell and broke into a bunch of peices, one of which managed to defy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114378705188068912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114378705188068912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114378705188068912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114378705188068912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114367464866709642</id><published>2006-03-29T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:26:54.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last week...</title><summary type='text'>"Hard work often pays off after time,But laziness always pays off now"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114367464866709642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114367464866709642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114367464866709642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114367464866709642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-week.html' title='The last week...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114314972437345040</id><published>2006-03-23T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:39:27.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a connoisseur...</title><summary type='text'>...to fully appreciate the nuances of fine beverages.  Today, however, I'm not speaking about wine, or scotch, or even beer.  No, today I had the fine opportunity, brought to me by four quarters and a mis-pushed button, to sample CocaCola's new(er?), low-calorie energy drink, VaultZero.  Spurred on by a sense of adventure (and the fact that I was too lazy to walk upstairs, get another dollar, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114314972437345040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114314972437345040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114314972437345040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114314972437345040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-takes-connoisseur.html' title='It takes a connoisseur...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114314823232596978</id><published>2006-03-23T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:10:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go back to school...</title><summary type='text'>Now, you might be thinking: you're in school.  That is not the point. I want to go back to fun school.  Or, more accurately, undergraduate studies.  Why?  Because, sitting here in the lab at four o'clock on a Thursday, knowing I have at least four more hours worth of experiments that probably aren't going to work anyway (c'mon now, seventh time's the charm!) I'm fully appreciating how I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114314823232596978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114314823232596978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114314823232596978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114314823232596978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-go-back-to-school.html' title='I want to go back to school...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114296415245552808</id><published>2006-03-21T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:02:32.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask the Consumer Man...</title><summary type='text'>This is a weekly column on MSNBC which actually has some pretty good information.  He does his research (at least as far as I can tell) and seems to have good advice for his readers on things from warranties to the life of the product, to 'standards of service' in the industry that can get distorted by less-than-helpful sales people.Link</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114296415245552808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114296415245552808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114296415245552808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114296415245552808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/ask-consumer-man.html' title='Ask the Consumer Man...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114295562943081975</id><published>2006-03-21T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:40:29.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This doesn't really make things any less scary...</title><summary type='text'>..but I thought I should probably post something about it, seeing as I put the story up last week about Isaac Hayes quitting SouthPark.  While I haven't found a news print source, the radio news I listened to earlier stated that he in fact hasn't quit South Park.  Apparently Isaac suffered a stroke a short time ago, and at some point during his recovery someone made that statement on his behalf.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114295562943081975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114295562943081975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114295562943081975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114295562943081975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-doesnt-really-make-things-any.html' title='This doesn&apos;t really make things any less scary...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114291108464087558</id><published>2006-03-20T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:18:04.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently: SickMood: Exhausted, FrustratedJob Satisfaction: LowLesson of the Day: Never eat at grocery store salad bars. (see above)  Ugh.That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114291108464087558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114291108464087558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114291108464087558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114291108464087558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114282679905352581</id><published>2006-03-19T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:53:19.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned</title><summary type='text'>My junior year of high school, I snuck out to a party after telling my parents I'd be at So-and-so's house.  The next morning I got up to go to work, and on the driver's seat of the car was a note from my mom.  I'm very disappointed was all it said.  My mother has been through a lot of shit, raising six kids, and she's one tough lady.  Though our relationship was way better than the ones between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114282679905352581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114282679905352581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114282679905352581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114282679905352581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons learned'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114273571657094856</id><published>2006-03-18T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:35:16.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the liver can regenerate....</title><summary type='text'>...but after studying pathology and histology, I'm cringing a little thinking about what it must look at the moment.  I think my body hates me, with pretty good reason -- I haven't exactly been kind to it the last few days.  We did, however, survive Kegs and Eggs, though I am now abstaining from all beer and (ugh) liquor.  For a long, long time.  The day went something like this...4:45a -- It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114273571657094856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114273571657094856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114273571657094856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114273571657094856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-liver-can-regenerate.html' title='I know the liver can regenerate....'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114252296797108094</id><published>2006-03-17T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:57:07.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, I'm Irish!</title><summary type='text'>Happy St Patrick's day!  With any luck, I'm drinking away my frostbite at Kegs and Eggs, listening to Soul Asylum, OAR, and Carbonleaf.  With luck, pictures will be had this weekend!  While I'm recovering, here's a link for your reading pleasure...For St. Patrick's Day, wine with Irish spiritBy Jon BonnéMSNBCSt. Patrick’s Day arrives shortly, time to toast the luck of the Irish and the joys of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114252296797108094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114252296797108094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114252296797108094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114252296797108094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/kiss-me-im-irish.html' title='Kiss me, I&apos;m Irish!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114252202749928887</id><published>2006-03-16T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:13:47.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean this with the greatest kindness...</title><summary type='text'>...that I can muster at nine o'clock in the morning.  There are very few things (believe it or not, you read my blog) that can get me really bent out of shape, but sometimes, they need to be said.  Such as this valid point:Ladies, if he does not call you back when you're trying to make plans with him, for days at a time.. with no good reason.. like being out of town.. cut off from cell phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114252202749928887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114252202749928887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114252202749928887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114252202749928887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-mean-this-with-greatest-kindness.html' title='I mean this with the greatest kindness...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114231789571003230</id><published>2006-03-14T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:31:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Twenty-Five...</title><summary type='text'>...I'm more optimistic about this year.  I'm not sure what happened with last year's birthday.  I'm in the same place in terms of my career, my relationships, etc.  My goals aren't the least bit clearer -- in fact, if anything I'm hurtling through life faster for lack of direction.But I'm starting to get less concerned about it.At some point this weekend, I transitioned from thinking about all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114231789571003230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114231789571003230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114231789571003230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114231789571003230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/round-twenty-five.html' title='Round Twenty-Five...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114231103483264382</id><published>2006-03-13T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:37:14.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientologist Isaac Hayes quits ‘South Park’</title><summary type='text'>From MSNBC.comNEW YORK - Isaac Hayes has quit “South Park,” where he voices Chef, saying he can no longer stomach its take on religion.Hayes, who has played the ladies’ man/school cook in the animated Comedy Central satire since 1997, said in a statement Monday that he feels a line has been crossed.“There is a place in this world for satire, but there is a time when satire ends and intolerance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114231103483264382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114231103483264382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114231103483264382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114231103483264382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/scientologist-isaac-hayes-quits-south.html' title='Scientologist Isaac Hayes quits ‘South Park’'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114184470710863897</id><published>2006-03-09T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:49:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting for the punchline...</title><summary type='text'>Students say church arsons meant as ‘a joke’3rd collegian also arrested in Alabama caseBREAKING NEWSNBC News and news servicesUpdated: 1:35 p.m. ET March 8, 2006BIRMINGHAM, Ala. - Two college students arrested Wednesday in a string of nine rural Alabama church arsons told authorities that the first fires were set as “a joke” and later blazes were intended as a diversion, federal agents said.What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114184470710863897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114184470710863897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114184470710863897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114184470710863897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-waiting-for-punchline.html' title='Still waiting for the punchline...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114185105270894531</id><published>2006-03-09T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:58:08.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest show ever...</title><summary type='text'>...well, besides Lost, is actually on VH1.I'm a girl.  I'm allowed to say that.I swung by the parents' house to see Kai, who's home for his break this week, and we were all sitting around watching TV when the VH1 I love Toys countdown came on.  Let me just say, this was the most awesome thing ever.  I only watched 89-ish to 61, and it was like walking down memory lane.  Every two seconds I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114185105270894531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114185105270894531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114185105270894531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114185105270894531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/greatest-show-ever.html' title='The greatest show ever...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114184425562067045</id><published>2006-03-08T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:57:59.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we say... creepy?</title><summary type='text'>Trump Jokes He'd Date His DaughterNEW YORK - Donald Trump joked that he would date his 24-year-old daughter, Ivanka — if he weren’t her father.Trump and Ivanka, a vice president of real estate development at the Trump Organization, appeared Monday on ABC’s “The View” to promote her five-episode stint as a boardroom adviser on “The Apprentice.”When asked how he would react if Ivanka, a former teen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114184425562067045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114184425562067045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114184425562067045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114184425562067045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-we-say-creepy.html' title='Can we say... creepy?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114167785550464602</id><published>2006-03-07T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:40:21.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like do-it-yourself dental work...</title><summary type='text'>..sometimes conversation with coworkers can be difficult.  I started a new lab rotation about six weeks ago, and so far I really enjoy it.  Even when things don't really work.  The stuff I'm learning is interesting, and I like the other people in the lab.  They're interesting, and pretty friendly.One guy, though, kinda drives me nuts.  I try really hard to be nice to him, and strike up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114167785550464602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114167785550464602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114167785550464602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114167785550464602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/like-do-it-yourself-dental-work.html' title='Like do-it-yourself dental work...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114162800233379688</id><published>2006-03-06T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:53:22.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventy-one degrees farenheit...</title><summary type='text'>...is supposedly the temperature at which moderate hypothermia sets in.  Tonight, I spent two hours in a pool that was seventy-four, teaching guard class.  I'm still cold -- thankfully I have Slanket.  And coffee.  Now I can just sit back and wait for my body to heap on the punishment for subjecting it to such unpleasant conditions.On the bright side, I swam in a meet this weekend with Master's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114162800233379688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114162800233379688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114162800233379688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114162800233379688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/seventy-one-degrees-farenheit.html' title='Seventy-one degrees farenheit...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114133729804770907</id><published>2006-03-02T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:08:18.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really a contact sport...</title><summary type='text'>Some of the things in this article from MSN just made me cringe...Ouch! With sex injuries, love really hurtsThe British erotic retail chain Ann Summers recently released a poll asking people if they had ever been injured during sex. One in three said they hurt themselves somewhat routinely, though the injuries were about what you might expect: rug burns (to, ahem, the knees), muscle pulls, a conk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114133729804770907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114133729804770907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114133729804770907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114133729804770907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-really-contact-sport.html' title='It&apos;s really a contact sport...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-114066576722165893</id><published>2006-02-22T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:36:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are now entering...</title><summary type='text'>What a wierd day.I had the strangest, scariest dream last night.  I can't even remember what it is now, all I know is I woke up in the middle of the night, something I never do, all freaked out.  Very odd.When I woke up at the normal time it was all grey outside.  When I left for work, it was snowing.  Very cool.  It made me smile.I'm pretty tired.  It'd be nice to have one job, that only goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114066576722165893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=114066576722165893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114066576722165893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/114066576722165893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-now-entering.html' title='You are now entering...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112887544298051243</id><published>2006-02-06T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:22:25.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Element</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112887544298051243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112887544298051243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887544298051243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887544298051243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/chick-element.html' title='Chick Element'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113911655500226421</id><published>2006-02-04T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:11:23.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging it off my mind... maybe.</title><summary type='text'>This week was my brother's birthday, and, just as I intended the last few years, I decided I wanted to send him a card.  Since I, like the average person, am able to express myself fully and creatively to those I care about, I did the natural thing... I went to Target and looked for one.Now, for most situations, this isn't a huge ordeal.  You spend a few minutes (ok, I spend a lot of minutes) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113911655500226421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113911655500226421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113911655500226421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113911655500226421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogging-it-off-my-mind-maybe.html' title='Blogging it off my mind... maybe.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113877583990630816</id><published>2006-02-01T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:37:19.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>The last few weeks have been kind of wierd for me.  I think part of it has been that my routine is all messed up -- I got a new lab job, which I actually like, but the hours are way different from what I keep when I'm on my own time, and I'm working a lot for the Company.  But I've also been in this funk that I haven't been able to figure out.I got tired of trying to figure it out.  Now I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113877583990630816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113877583990630816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113877583990630816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113877583990630816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/02/evening-thoughts.html' title='Evening thoughts.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113831591740798298</id><published>2006-01-26T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:51:57.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare on Elmo Street...</title><summary type='text'>Elmo Book Asks: 'Who Wants To Die?'KNBC-TVELLENSBURG, Wash. - A character in some copies of an Elmo potty training book has an unusual message that you may not want your toddler to hear.The Baby David character in "Potty Time With Elmo" says, "Uh oh, who wants to die?" when a read-along button is pushed, NBC News reported. He's supposed to say, "Uh oh, who has to go?" The publisher said the sound</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113831591740798298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113831591740798298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113831591740798298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113831591740798298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/nightmare-on-elmo-street.html' title='Nightmare on Elmo Street...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113695919105108338</id><published>2006-01-11T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:01:29.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Showdown</title><summary type='text'>Hope you enjoy this.  Click the picture to watch the movie...Thanks to SuperSith, for this one!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113695919105108338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113695919105108338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113695919105108338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113695919105108338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/ultimate-showdown.html' title='The Ultimate Showdown'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113670197180471960</id><published>2006-01-08T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:32:51.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I been slackin'....</title><summary type='text'>Random, but true:  R Kelly and Stephen Hawking share the same birthday, today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113670197180471960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113670197180471960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113670197180471960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113670197180471960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah-i-been-slackin.html' title='Yeah, I been slackin&apos;....'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113607486891106365</id><published>2005-12-31T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:21:08.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long 2005!</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113607486891106365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113607486891106365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113607486891106365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113607486891106365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-long-2005.html' title='So long 2005!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113573314870700986</id><published>2005-12-27T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:26:48.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily show reruns = other fake news</title><summary type='text'>Christmas Theft in Nashville: The 'Nun Bun' Is MissingReutersTuesday, December 27, 2005; A07NASHVILLE, Dec. 26 -- Nashville police and residents were searching Monday for clues to the Christmas Day theft of a cinnamon bun that found unlikely fame for its resemblance to the late Mother Teresa's face.The bun has been a draw for curious tourists since it was preserved and put on display in a glass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113573314870700986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113573314870700986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113573314870700986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113573314870700986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/daily-show-reruns-other-fake-news.html' title='Daily show reruns = other fake news'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113531232378749228</id><published>2005-12-22T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:32:03.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm recovered!Sorta.I still can't talk, and I have a cold.  But it's far better than strep, which seems to now be circulating among the kids who were on the trip.  What fun!In any case... a few weeks ago I posted about how my Christmas shopping was almost done -- a fairly optimistic view.  Unfortunately, it was about as accurate as the intelligence that Bush cited on the presence of WMDs.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113531232378749228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113531232378749228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113531232378749228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113531232378749228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113496448483151288</id><published>2005-12-18T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:33:33.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at Cassels</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.The highlights/things I learned...Rush hour + freezing rain + road rage = 3 x normal commute timeThere's nothing that will make you go 'Ew' looking down at your swimmers during warmups, giving them a heart-to-heart peptalk, and then noticing that the water around one of them is a little... yellow.Nothing can produce a look of horror on a preteen girl's face quite like the words: 'we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113496448483151288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113496448483151288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113496448483151288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113496448483151288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/adventures-at-cassels.html' title='Adventures at Cassels'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113487413462206303</id><published>2005-12-17T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:48:54.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few weeks until... 1006?</title><summary type='text'>What a poor sense of timing... Priest, Lay Board At St. Louis Church ExcommunicatedArchbishop Demands Control of Catholic Parish's Assets, Propertfrom the Washington PostST. LOUIS, Dec. 16 -- St. Louis Archbishop Raymond Burke has excommunicated a priest and the board of directors of a traditionally Polish parish that resisted his efforts to put the parish's property and assets under his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113487413462206303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113487413462206303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113487413462206303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113487413462206303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-few-weeks-until-1006.html' title='Just a few weeks until... 1006?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113462078687079155</id><published>2005-12-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:26:26.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting out..</title><summary type='text'>This weekend, Scribbles is taking Half Dozen, the Teach, and I to coach a travel swim meet in Virginia.  I was looking forward to it as a chance to see the University's facility -- it's supposed to be amazing -- and also as a chance to coach kids I might not normally see, and meet people on the deck.  The plan is for me and the Teach to take the second bus... forty children and a few parents... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113462078687079155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113462078687079155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113462078687079155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113462078687079155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/setting-out.html' title='Setting out..'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113453322522069766</id><published>2005-12-13T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:07:05.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing hooky</title><summary type='text'>So, I totally blew off class today.Well, not totally.  It was more like I realized by the time I got there and parked, class would be over.  So I stayed home and got some studying done.  It wasn't a total waste.  On the bright side, I got to have lunch with Lawnmower.  There's this great Afghan (Afghani?)-ish restaurant a few blocks away, so I headed over there and picked up food.  It was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113453322522069766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113453322522069766&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113453322522069766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113453322522069766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/playing-hooky.html' title='Playing hooky'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113221152093542576</id><published>2005-12-07T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:11:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What disease are you?</title><summary type='text'>Which Horrible Affliction are you?A Rum and Monkey disease.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113221152093542576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113221152093542576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113221152093542576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113221152093542576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-disease-are-you.html' title='What disease are you?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113350023629770150</id><published>2005-12-02T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:10:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Alton Brown</title><summary type='text'>Got this link, Tome Cruise is Nuts from Here I Am the other day.  On it, was this letter to Tom Cruise...:"Dear Tom Cruise,Your lack of belief in the existence of clinical depression tells me one thing: you didn’t spend $10. to see War Of The Worlds. If vitamins can possibly help me out of this spiraling funk, please let me know which ones. Dinos? Pebbles? Freds? Please, I’m crying out for help."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113350023629770150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113350023629770150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113350023629770150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113350023629770150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-love-alton-brown.html' title='Why I love Alton Brown'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113350008001146684</id><published>2005-12-02T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:08:00.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.  I worked hard at swimming, gave a talk, and got the chance to have dinner with some people I haven't seen in a very long time.  It's amazing the 'blast from the past' you can get, when that happens.  I really felt it last weekend at the Sailor's going away party -- everyone left the party and went down to the bar, then hit Friday's for our usual shenanigans.  People I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113350008001146684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113350008001146684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113350008001146684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113350008001146684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113329710515654784</id><published>2005-11-29T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:59:51.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aw, I made myself sad..."</title><summary type='text'>Firefox crashed after I wrote a whole big long post.  :(Ah well.  Maybe I'll re-write it tomorrow.Bonus points to anyone who knows who said the quote in the title of this post!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113329710515654784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113329710515654784&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113329710515654784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113329710515654784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/aw-i-made-myself-sad.html' title='&quot;Aw, I made myself sad...&quot;'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113321940612093657</id><published>2005-11-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:10:06.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!  Phase I</title><summary type='text'>Until today I was way behind the game.  This time last year I'd pretty much finished my shopping, and did it all online.  Go me!  Not this year.  This year, I really had to motivate myself.  I tried to plan, and budget, make a list (Excel online templates=awesome) and so on, but my heart just wasn't in it.  So I made myself go to the mall this afternoon when I found I had some free time.I see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113321940612093657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113321940612093657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113321940612093657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113321940612093657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/finished-phase-i.html' title='Finished!  Phase I'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113316279784762436</id><published>2005-11-28T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:26:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck the best.</title><summary type='text'>Don't get all excited about that title, kids.Today, I was watching TV when the Dyson vacuum cleaner commercial came up, and it reminded me of a conversation I had after watching it.  Here's the gist of it...Me: "Do you realize this guy has spent the last decade of his life figuring out how to make things suck better?"Boyfriend: "Yes.  And now he's worth millions."Me: "How true."So kudos to you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113316279784762436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113316279784762436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113316279784762436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113316279784762436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-suck-best.html' title='You suck the best.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113287245182955209</id><published>2005-11-24T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:47:31.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!!</title><summary type='text'>Click the Picture, and enjoy the holiday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113287245182955209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113287245182955209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113287245182955209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113287245182955209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113260472825876148</id><published>2005-11-21T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:25:28.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathology, Round II</title><summary type='text'>Well, we just had the second exam, and I'm tired.  I studied hard, but not as well as I could have, and I didn't think it was a good sign to start when a classmate of mine walked in with a funny look on his face.Me: "Hey, you ok?"Him: "I just saw [The Mumbler] by the elevators, going down, and he asked what I was doing here."Me: "Huh?"Him: "Well, I told him I was here for the exam."Me: "Is it not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113260472825876148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113260472825876148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113260472825876148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113260472825876148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/pathology-round-ii.html' title='Pathology, Round II'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113254848320771203</id><published>2005-11-20T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:48:51.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><summary type='text'>Dating + Politics = scary. At least, it's not photogenic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113254848320771203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113254848320771203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113254848320771203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113254848320771203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/random.html' title='Random..'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113253980575758134</id><published>2005-11-20T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:23:25.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking five</title><summary type='text'>There are approximately nine hundred thousand words in the English language.  To put this in perspective, Spanish is estimated to have 450,000 words, and French has approximately 100,000.  But who cares about the French.So why do people continuously make up words?  Dr. Language has an interesting point of view on estimating the number of words we use, and why that number is so diffucult.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113253980575758134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113253980575758134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113253980575758134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113253980575758134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/taking-five.html' title='Taking five'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113227504074651493</id><published>2005-11-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:50:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I know...</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been trying to refrain from posting about Lost (which is awesome) since that first one, but something's been bothering me and I'm hoping other viewers might be able to come up with a more creative idea.  Here's the question:Why does Goodwin have shoes?Every time I've 'seen' the Others (I missed the first season,so maybe this generalization doesn't hold up) they don't have shoes on.  In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113227504074651493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113227504074651493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113227504074651493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113227504074651493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah, I know...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113220824847180886</id><published>2005-11-17T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:17:28.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of a map....</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a nice long chat with my old Program Coordinator today, who currently heads the newer, revamped program in the graduate school.  It was really good to speak with her, and she gave me some really good and honest feedback about my situation.I guess I haven't really posted much about it here, and you all haven't had the benefit(?) of seeing me over my bad-day-bourbons, but the last year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113220824847180886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113220824847180886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113220824847180886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113220824847180886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-need-of-map.html' title='In need of a map....'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113220775015129624</id><published>2005-11-17T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:09:10.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><summary type='text'>Criticism of Voting Law Was OverruledJustice Dept. Backed Georgia Measure Despite Fears of DiscriminationA team of Justice Department lawyers and analysts who reviewed a Georgia voter-identification law recommended rejecting it because it was likely to discriminate against black voters, but they were overruled the next day by higher-ranking officials at Justice, according to department </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113220775015129624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113220775015129624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113220775015129624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113220775015129624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113168340900481732</id><published>2005-11-15T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:56:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly personality tests</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113168340900481732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113168340900481732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113168340900481732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113168340900481732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/silly-personality-tests.html' title='Silly personality tests'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113171375238132281</id><published>2005-11-11T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T07:55:52.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else find it sad that there's a generation growing up on the 'music' of people like Kevin Federline and Ashlee Simpson?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113171375238132281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113171375238132281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113171375238132281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113171375238132281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113168374465764164</id><published>2005-11-10T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:35:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park's Political influence</title><summary type='text'>Talk about selective use of examples.  I came across this on someone's blog, they used it to describe themselves.It might just be me, but I'm not sure this is what Trey Parker and Matt Stone had in mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113168374465764164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113168374465764164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113168374465764164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113168374465764164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/south-parks-political-influence.html' title='South Park&apos;s Political influence'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-111681711518715105</id><published>2005-11-10T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:32:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of zen, part deux.</title><summary type='text'>So tired.  Just enjoy the pretty picture.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111681711518715105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=111681711518715105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/111681711518715105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/111681711518715105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment-of-zen-part-deux.html' title='Moment of zen, part deux.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113151155401582995</id><published>2005-11-08T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:45:54.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TFSMGCS</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113151155401582995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113151155401582995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113151155401582995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113151155401582995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/tfsmgcs.html' title='TFSMGCS'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113150414847131119</id><published>2005-11-08T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:42:28.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Theme Songs and Shitty Relatives</title><summary type='text'>Today I skipped swimming and headed over to finish some painting that needed to be done.  I was about halfway done tha bathroom, trying to keep myself entertained, when I got a song stuck in my head.  The theme song to Green Acres.  How random is that?After I was done, I headed up to the Exxon to get some cash for parking.  While I was at the ATM, I heard this guy telling a cashier a story -- I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113150414847131119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113150414847131119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113150414847131119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113150414847131119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-theme-songs-and-shitty-relatives.html' title='Old Theme Songs and Shitty Relatives'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113133503251578860</id><published>2005-11-06T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:50:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shenanigans</title><summary type='text'>Going out to a bar with your friends is usually a pretty enjoyable time.  You all meet up, eat some food, get a little (or a lot) tipsy, and everything is great.  Ninety-nine percent of the time, you enjoy hanging out with these people, and consider them friends/buddies/groupies/whatever fits your situation.  You like them.But also, deep down inside, you want to see them cry.Doubt me?  Consider </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113133503251578860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113133503251578860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113133503251578860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113133503251578860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/shenanigans.html' title='Shenanigans'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113124934872164438</id><published>2005-11-05T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:01:47.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A pain in the neck</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but I work several jobs, the first of course being my graduate studies (so they're called).  In addition, I still work for the company I've worked for since I was fifteen, teaching lifeguarding, doing lifeguarding, etc.  And I coach swimming.A few days ago, Scribbles asked me to go to a meet session to warm up his kids, at 6:30 in the morning.  Yeah, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113124934872164438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113124934872164438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113124934872164438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113124934872164438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/pain-in-neck.html' title='A pain in the neck'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112887448765834717</id><published>2005-11-04T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:40:04.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day....</title><summary type='text'>Only without the subtitles.(click on the comic)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112887448765834717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112887448765834717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887448765834717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887448765834717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-day.html' title='My Day....'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113104965432652556</id><published>2005-11-03T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:27:34.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><summary type='text'>Man, I never see commercials like this when I watch TV.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113104965432652556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113104965432652556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113104965432652556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113104965432652556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113096244195361235</id><published>2005-11-02T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:14:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graded on a scale of A to what?</title><summary type='text'>Got the Pathology test back today - you remember, the one where the first essay question was 'What is the meaning of life and death'?  Yeah, this class is getting kind of old.Last week we asked about them, and the Mumbler told us he had good news and bad news.  After about five minutes of us trying to tell him we wanted the bad news first, he finally got around to saying they hadn't been graded.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113096244195361235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113096244195361235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113096244195361235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113096244195361235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/graded-on-scale-of-to-what_02.html' title='Graded on a scale of A to what?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112900291747290998</id><published>2005-11-02T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:21:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real American Heros</title><summary type='text'>This is an awesome post from PlatKat.com that I saw a few weeks back and meant to link up here.  Enjoy!Today I want to show my appreciation for a grossly underrepresented portion of the blogging population: Ostentatious Female Sex Bloggers.Man, there just aren't enough of those! I'm sure all those people who don't blog about sex everytime they have it, wish they'd had it, or plan to have it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112900291747290998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112900291747290998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112900291747290998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112900291747290998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/real-american-heros.html' title='Real American Heros'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113090286807851786</id><published>2005-11-01T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:41:08.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I'm a day late.  Life got away from me a little bit this weekend.This holiday was pretty quiet for me.  We went out over the weekend, but last night the Teach stayed home to give out candy while me and Evee went and helped teach a guard class with Scoot, Serp, and the Sailor.  The class was ok -- small, and there's definitely one or two kids that don't seemt to care.  Maybe the rule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113090286807851786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113090286807851786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113090286807851786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113090286807851786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113055313708560495</id><published>2005-10-28T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:32:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' the Dream</title><summary type='text'>When I was a little kid, I couldn't wait to grow up.My parents gave me a lot of freedom in high school (miraculously, it didn't end with me getting arrested), but I was still ready to get out on my own for college.  After the first year, I was done with living in a dorm with five hundred other people and sharing a bathroom with fifty, and ready for my own place.  In May of this year, I finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113055313708560495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113055313708560495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113055313708560495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113055313708560495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/livin-dream.html' title='Livin&apos; the Dream'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113012308348579189</id><published>2005-10-23T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:07:39.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah..</title><summary type='text'>I was entertained.But then, I guess it doesn't really take much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113012308348579189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113012308348579189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113012308348579189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113012308348579189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah..'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113007727002765769</id><published>2005-10-23T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:21:10.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupidest thing I have ever heard.... today.</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I turned on my TV, and I was doing the channel jumping thing. I hit CNN just as they were airing/laughing about an SNL spoof on their storm coverage. I guess they were genuinely laughing, who knows. But in any case, they switched to the storm watch guy, who said ("laughing"):"We're out there trying to save lives, and this just doesn't make it easier."That is officially the stupidest</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113007727002765769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113007727002765769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113007727002765769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113007727002765769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupidest-thing-i-have-ever-heard.html' title='The stupidest thing I have ever heard.... today.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113003170736182156</id><published>2005-10-22T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:55:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The reality of war hits home.</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been doing much blog-reading the last few days; now that I'm back in action, no doubt I'll flood this one for a week with posts, then get ADD and go play outside or something.  But for now...I stumbled across this on The Blogger Cooler tonight.This is part of a Belgian Unicef ad, designed to show the effects of war on children.  I guess for kids, it's more real to see your favorite TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113003170736182156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113003170736182156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113003170736182156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113003170736182156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/reality-of-war-hits-home.html' title='The reality of war hits home.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-113002810419071878</id><published>2005-10-22T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:41:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night.  And Good Luck.</title><summary type='text'>Relevant.  I went to see this movie this afternoon (sorry Half-Dozen), because I felt the need to procrastinate all weekend.  And, despite the horrible traffic, the rain, and the fact that I was surrounded by senior citizens who walked, talked, drove, and moved slowly, I really enjoyed it.  Not only was it a view of the past, but it was echoed modern day concerns.  It had all the elements of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/113002810419071878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=113002810419071878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113002810419071878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/113002810419071878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-night-and-good-luck.html' title='Good Night.  And Good Luck.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112975094205875415</id><published>2005-10-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:42:22.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round One</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just finished both exams.  I felt ok about Stat, but not so great about Pathology.  It could have something to do with when I turned to the long answer questions, and saw this:31. What is the meaning of Life and Death?WTF?On a more humorous note, I ran into Alias in the computer lab just before the test, where I was blog surfing (I reached my breaking point with the studying around 12:15)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112975094205875415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112975094205875415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112975094205875415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112975094205875415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/round-one.html' title='Round One'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112968698437497829</id><published>2005-10-18T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:05:34.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have YOU hugged a tree today?</title><summary type='text'>I was driving home today, with my windows down and moonroof up, looking at the trees that were just starting to change color..... and then I realized that it's October.  And it's still nice outside.  This seems like a much warmer fall than normal, not that I'm really complaining, but it seems like a moment for some serious reflection.I read that 2005 might be the warmest year on record, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112968698437497829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112968698437497829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112968698437497829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112968698437497829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-you-hugged-tree-today.html' title='Have YOU hugged a tree today?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112963883729772422</id><published>2005-10-18T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:33:57.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colbert Report</title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched the first episode of the Colbert Report, the latest Daily Show spinoff.  While I wasn't quite as disappointed as I was with the office... it wasn't so great.  I'm really hoping that they're taking the first few weeks to figure out what works, what doesn't, etc, cause I think Stephen Colbert's really funny... it was just a long thirty minutes.  A couple things I didn't really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112963883729772422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112963883729772422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112963883729772422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112963883729772422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/colbert-report.html' title='The Colbert Report'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112887569904930675</id><published>2005-10-17T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:31:47.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow, my brain.</title><summary type='text'>I don't really have anything for you all today, so entertain yourself with  this for a little bit.Enjoy, look for a post when exams are through :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112887569904930675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112887569904930675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887569904930675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112887569904930675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/ow-my-brain.html' title='Ow, my brain.'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112940269944248044</id><published>2005-10-15T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:58:19.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><summary type='text'>I found this as I was going through my notes.  It's the Mumbler's response to his own question, which was something to the effect of 'How do you know that this slide is of an normal or abnormal lung?'Silence.His answer? "This is not a normal lung, because they don't really take out a normal lung to take pictures of it."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112940269944248044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112940269944248044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112940269944248044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112940269944248044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112935478035464744</id><published>2005-10-15T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:51:07.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Hobbitses</title><summary type='text'>Well, Evee (second roomie) and I are pretty much in shock. One of my bosses in my part time job just got 'asked to leave the company.' He told us at Happy Hour today, and I really feel for him. The whole thing is ridiculous. Even people like Half-dozen (who's been around for years and seen all kinds of stupid shit in our place of employment) were shocked.This guy hired me when I was 15 to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112935478035464744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112935478035464744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112935478035464744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112935478035464744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/nasty-hobbitses.html' title='Nasty Hobbitses'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112934013151037058</id><published>2005-10-14T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:35:31.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty</title><summary type='text'>Hey, want to never be excited about eating again?  Click Here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112934013151037058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112934013151037058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112934013151037058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112934013151037058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/nasty.html' title='Nasty'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112924769048192928</id><published>2005-10-13T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:01:51.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction Guarunteed..?</title><summary type='text'>So, today I had a break between classes which was meant to give us a chance to make our study sheets for statistics. I was perusing the online classifieds in search of new employment (Adventures of a Waitress... Adventures of a Staffing Systems Analyst... they didn't have the same ring). True to form, ADD kicked in a few minutes later and I looked through the 'pets' section, even though I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112924769048192928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112924769048192928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112924769048192928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112924769048192928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/satisfaction-guarunteed.html' title='Satisfaction Guarunteed..?'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112736147241154110</id><published>2005-10-11T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:16:13.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political tendencies...</title><summary type='text'>Funny, because five-ish years ago when I registered to vote, I considered myself a conservative. Amazing what a couple of years can do.  You are a Social Liberal(78% permissive)and an... Economic Liberal(25% permissive)You are best described as a:Strong Democrat                 Link: The Politics Test  on Ok Cupid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112736147241154110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112736147241154110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112736147241154110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112736147241154110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/political-tendencies.html' title='Political tendencies...'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112854158100559590</id><published>2005-10-10T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:43:21.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are YOU prepared??</title><summary type='text'>The second week of October marks Squirrel Awareness Week, an obscure celebration of diversity with one main objective:Squirrels must die!That's right. These animals are not just cute lil' furry creatures that jump from tree to tree, collect nuts, and make crunching sounds under your tires -- these are rodents. And you can be sure they're out there, plotting something evil, right now. I know this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112854158100559590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112854158100559590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112854158100559590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112854158100559590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-prepared.html' title='Are YOU prepared??'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112899832587263081</id><published>2005-10-10T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:38:45.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35040 Hours</title><summary type='text'>...give or take a few.  Very few things are still as good after that long, among them being...Good wineYour favorite bookMcDonald's fries (..they look the same...)Me and SideshowThat's right, four years ago today I started dating a wonderful man who:Is thoughtful, intelligent, honest, and caringTolerates my caffeine highs and study lowsSupports me in everything I try to doMakes even bad days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112899832587263081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112899832587263081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112899832587263081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112899832587263081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/35040-hours.html' title='35040 Hours'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112890849860892752</id><published>2005-10-09T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:44:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In short</title><summary type='text'>Well, evidently I survived my cold.  It seemed the cure was hot tea and chicken fingers, chased with a lot of beer.  Who knew?The weekend in short:Happy Hour Friday, introducing Sideshow's parents to the fine animated masterpeice, SouthPark.Alcohol Mecca Saturday morning.Eat Taco Bell for the first time in... a long time.Regret it.Set up and prep for party all day Saturday.Go through party with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112890849860892752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112890849860892752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112890849860892752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112890849860892752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-short.html' title='In short'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-112866406868235468</id><published>2005-10-07T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:47:48.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You! Out of the gene pool!</title><summary type='text'>I need to stop reading the news.  It just makes me angry how stupid people are.  I'm not going to even quote the articles anymore, I'm just going to bang my head against the wall.  It's people like this, who require a warning label on dairy products telling lactose intolerant people not to eat them, that are evidence that we need some chlorine in the gene pool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112866406868235468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12519359&amp;postID=112866406868235468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112866406868235468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12519359/posts/default/112866406868235468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradadventures.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-out-of-gene-pool.html' title='You! Out of the gene pool!'/><author><name>Atalante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
