<?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-11216634</id><updated>2011-12-07T23:40:55.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez'z Plaze</title><subtitle type='html'>There's not a Zodiacal sign called Nezbitt!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-9045517202077340271</id><published>2008-07-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:52:06.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wuz hit by a Nun.</title><content type='html'>No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a little fender-bender a while back. A lady wasn't looking where she was going and changed lanes into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left me a voicemail asking for the name of the station where I made my police report, and put a "sister" in front of her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was hit by a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a word of warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch where you're going, or before you know it, you'll have caused $3200 worth of damage to someone else's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Good thing I'm not paying for it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-9045517202077340271?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9045517202077340271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=9045517202077340271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/9045517202077340271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/9045517202077340271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wuz-hit-by-nun.html' title='I wuz hit by a Nun.'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8054493317089014427</id><published>2008-04-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:12:54.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thingz That Make Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>Inside jokes, one-liners, movie quotes... whatever. It's all funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not a game of 'Who the fuck are you?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dirty, dirty Autobots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ub3r-ub3r l33t, so ub3r-ub3r l33t. What a wonderful feeling; I'm pwning again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katinka Ingabogovinana na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll show you my Key Grip, baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gentlemen, please stop fighting here in India!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I was in charge of supplies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And therefore, thank you, I went."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon curry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llama-face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course he's got a knife! He's always got a knife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banff Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are just some words you can't say with an American accent; like 'bugger'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody left a baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlemage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nez =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8054493317089014427?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8054493317089014427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8054493317089014427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8054493317089014427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8054493317089014427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/04/thingz-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Thingz That Make Me Laugh'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-145376650663152214</id><published>2008-02-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:25:54.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Go Fizz</title><content type='html'>Dr. Teeth? Are you out there?&lt;br /&gt;Worst Ninja? You too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched these, and they made me think of you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfGkhhm4vXw&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;1) Look at the Beautiful Man!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ue4LhLUp4CU&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;2) Hooray Pants!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaLqII_tP7A&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;3) Fabric Softner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bF85l-_4OI4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;4) Too Much of a Good Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64h1ifiwzCU&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;5) Fruit Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxDzFQ0AmLo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;6) Great Way to Meet People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't YouTube great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-145376650663152214?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/145376650663152214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=145376650663152214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/145376650663152214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/145376650663152214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-go-fizz.html' title='Things That Go Fizz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8647579401163827465</id><published>2008-02-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:04:21.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee hee hee... Zelda</title><content type='html'>So we just went to see Video Games Live again (and it was awesome!), and so I was doing a little surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4elLuTGg3Yw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8647579401163827465?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8647579401163827465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8647579401163827465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8647579401163827465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8647579401163827465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/02/hee-hee-hee-zelda.html' title='Hee hee hee... Zelda'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8002778980625809833</id><published>2008-01-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:18:12.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductionz</title><content type='html'>Rhedd, this is everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, &lt;a href="http://www.schwabs.ca/vehicleinfo-pontiac.asp?ID=759&amp;amp;type=used"&gt;this is Rhedd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8002778980625809833?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8002778980625809833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8002778980625809833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8002778980625809833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8002778980625809833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/01/introductionz.html' title='Introductionz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8743491119893317334</id><published>2008-01-10T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:06:01.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbyz</title><content type='html'>It's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k.   I love my car. I love her. She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burns oil, the fan belt has started to squeak again, sometimes it takes a few tries to get her started in the morning, she's rusted right through on the driver's door, she stalls if she's too cold, she's gone through I don't know how many O2 sensors and (this one is new) she blows a fuse when I put the right signal light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was a good little car; and, for the most part, quite reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably have her replaced by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm going to figure out how to get around the city with only left turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8743491119893317334?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8743491119893317334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8743491119893317334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8743491119893317334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8743491119893317334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2008/01/saying-goodbyz.html' title='Saying Goodbyz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4205491496434619897</id><published>2007-12-22T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:00:06.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Burnz!</title><content type='html'>It was like a train wreck... I couldn't look away. I can't believe I used to love crap like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through I wanted to scream, "MAKE THE BAD MEN STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jf-GVIxy9c"&gt;Brace yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4205491496434619897?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4205491496434619897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4205491496434619897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4205491496434619897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4205491496434619897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-burnz.html' title='It Burnz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-6103099271780718830</id><published>2007-12-08T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:20:21.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'z Leaving</title><content type='html'>My best friend when I was growing up was a wonderful girl named Melissa. We met in the second grade and were the best of friends all the way through our first year of college together. We even almost killed each other as roommates. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting married in January. He's a wonderful guy, he and I became very close friends when we were at school together. They make a great couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the official invitation in the mail; there's a comment at the bottom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because we intend to settle overseas, monetary gifts would be appreciated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas. They're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get to see her or talk to her anymore as it is; now she might end up on the other side of the globe, even farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-6103099271780718830?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6103099271780718830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=6103099271780718830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6103099271780718830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6103099271780718830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/12/shez-leaving.html' title='She&apos;z Leaving'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-7146203777816320420</id><published>2007-10-05T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:51:02.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodeez</title><content type='html'>I found this one again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone explain to me why I still laugh my butt off at &lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20030611"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at work, it'll just pop into my head and I'll have a small fit of the giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to print it out and post it up at my desk. You know, for those bad days when I really need a little escape into a happy place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-7146203777816320420?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7146203777816320420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=7146203777816320420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/7146203777816320420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/7146203777816320420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/10/oldies-but-goodeez.html' title='Oldies but Goodeez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-740568435357227830</id><published>2007-09-11T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:33:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earwormz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPUZqcibh4E"&gt;A good song to have in your head.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dmVU08zVpA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;I blame Gibble for putting this in my head.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-740568435357227830?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/740568435357227830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=740568435357227830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/740568435357227830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/740568435357227830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/09/earwormz.html' title='Earwormz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4773301576287910244</id><published>2007-08-25T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:46:01.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid Branez</title><content type='html'>Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ticket for &lt;em&gt;The Diary Project&lt;/em&gt; today. I checked the ticket when I got up this morning to confirm the date and time. This was my first mistake. I was newly awake and my brain was clearly not in Full Function Mode yet. I read 12 pm as midnight and not noon.  So, thinking I had &lt;em&gt;plenty &lt;/em&gt;of time, I toodled about my place, checked my e-mail, etc. Suddenly it dawned on me... Noon!! I looked at the clock... 11:53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, standing in my kitchen, still in my pyjamas, unfed, unshowered and now very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset that I can't refund the ticket; I have no qualms about giving the artists my money. I'm upset that I didn't get to see a show I wanted to see, and watch a performer I wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Marliss. I had a moment of stupidity and I missed your show.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was a good one anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4773301576287910244?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4773301576287910244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4773301576287910244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4773301576287910244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4773301576287910244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/08/stoopid-branez.html' title='Stoopid Branez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-6328402181667919205</id><published>2007-08-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:05:41.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ringzorz</title><content type='html'>For all my nerdy friends who were curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samuraiedition.com/quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.samuraiedition.com/images/scorpion_2.jpg" alt="What Clan are you?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-6328402181667919205?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6328402181667919205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=6328402181667919205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6328402181667919205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6328402181667919205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-ringzorz.html' title='5 Ringzorz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-729598871917322091</id><published>2007-08-01T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:15:30.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenonz</title><content type='html'>Ok. Guys, I don't know if this happens in your changerooms or not, but it certainly happens in the ladies changeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there always the one lady in the shower who has no shame and a very unflattering body type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed, every time I go to the pool there is always the one lady in the shower who is either morbidly obese or skeletally thin that is just nekkid as all getout and doesn't care who knows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??? I don't want to see your nakedness! I don't even know you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one time, when I was much younger, I was heading back to the changeroom after a swim, and there was this Very Large lady in the showers, naked and soapy. But the shower she was using was in full view of the public hallway, where &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; could see her. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, this lady who was showering next to me was mostly bones. I could see all of them, because she was lacking in a bathing suit and any kind of body fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: "But Nez, you have no shame either; you change in front of people all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim that this is a different because a) I change my clothes, I do not get naked; and b) I am not usually among total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just being weird about this? I know that naked is natural, and beautiful; I happen to believe that the human body is an incredibly beautiful thing. But this showering with naked strangers thing just makes me feel a little uncomfortable. What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-729598871917322091?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/729598871917322091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=729598871917322091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/729598871917322091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/729598871917322091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/08/phenomenonz.html' title='Phenomenonz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-1371815703992758064</id><published>2007-07-09T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:01:50.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises, Aches and Sprainz</title><content type='html'>So I sprained my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScottyBomb and I were spending a lovely evening at the home of Jugglepants and TheatreMommy. It was to be a night of games, fun, visiting and a fussy two year old. It was a very hot day and so we decided after dinner to have the games in the cool basement where the little one could watch Shrek and we could all sit in comfort. Right near the bottom of the stairs, instead of landing flat on my foot, I landed sideways, putting all my weight on my right ankle and consequently dropping like a brick. My glass of wine went flying and landed all over me. I didn't care much at the time due to the extreme amount of pain I was experiencing. By the time Shrek was on his way to Duloc, I (with a lot of assistance) made it to the couch. By the time Shrek made it to the castle to save the princess, the pain had not subsided; it was decided that I needed medical assistance. So off we went to the Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheatreMommy, being a mother, did two wonderful things:&lt;br /&gt;1) She stayed home with Shrek and the wee one.&lt;br /&gt;2) She packed us a bag of things to do while we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was well-packed too. Plays to read, books to read, a card game, a laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now Murphy's Law would dictate that because we had so much stuff to do, we'd be in and out rather quickly. It took about an hour. Pretty quick by most emergency room standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very nice resident doctor came in and looked at my very swollen foot, poked around it to find out where the pain was, and explained that because of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottawa_ankle_rules"&gt;Ottawa Ankle Rules&lt;/a&gt; I didn't need an x-ray and that it was clearly just a sprain. (I said the the Ottawa Ankle Rules would be an excellent name for a rock band.) He said I should keep using the muscle and do all the other stuff you need to do to a sprain (keep it up, wrap it, ice it, etc). I was already feeling better; I walked out of there under my own power. Slowly, mind you; but still my own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for ice cream on the way back and even managed to get in an episode of Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to drive myself home that night. But it took me 15 minutes to get out of bed the next morning. It took a while for my ankle to take any weight after being unused for so long. I was late for work, but I feel I had a valid reason! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing really well since then. I'm almost walking like a regular human and I can wiggle my toes without them hurting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bruises are quite nasty, though. Dark and purple down by my toes and on each side of my heel. Feels better; looks worse. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, EVERYONE at work has to ask me why I'm hobbling around the office. But my one co-worker said the strangest thing to me... I was relating the whole tale to her and when I got to the part where my friends insisted I go to a doctor she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course they would, what with the liability and all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I was stunned too. My friends wanted me to go to the doctor because the cared about my well-being, not because they were worried I might sue them. Which I wouldn't, of course. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind until she said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who she surrounds herself with, but neither my friends (&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of my friends) nor I are that shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But extra Thanks and Love to you three for looking after me so well that evening!&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs and Kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is... It was a perfectly good glass of wine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-1371815703992758064?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1371815703992758064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=1371815703992758064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1371815703992758064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1371815703992758064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/07/bruises-aches-and-sprainz.html' title='Bruises, Aches and Sprainz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-3171572964055396520</id><published>2007-06-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:19:46.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frickin' Biz-Zee!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, BlogWorld. I'm stupid busy for both this month and next month. Everybody is either having a birthday or a wedding. All At The Same Time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my summer is going to be a little hectic, I think. Also, expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to update whenever I can. But sometimes, I just want to lie down and fall asleep as soon as I walk in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I think I'll hit the sack early tonight. And then I'll go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-3171572964055396520?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3171572964055396520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=3171572964055396520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3171572964055396520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3171572964055396520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/06/frickin-biz-zee.html' title='Frickin&apos; Biz-Zee!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-3767309066378703549</id><published>2007-05-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:29:51.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Nez Runz Thingz</title><content type='html'>Dear Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop making shitty sequels to really good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to make a trilogy, then make a trilogy. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; make a single, stand-alone movie and then decide later to make two more sub-standard ones to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I loved Pirates 1; it's still one of my favorites. But Pirates 3 (while still better than Pirates 2) was, to me, nothing more than milking a franchise for all it was worth. And now you've ruined it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would have liked to see were several movies involving the same characters but with a different adventure each time. Take James Bond for example (not the new ones, the old ones); there are so many good Bond films, and why? Because it's a new story each time! It's always Bond, and there's always Q (or R) and M and Moneypenny, but it's always a new villan and a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I would have loved to see from Pirates. The ongoing adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan. Adventure on the high seas! Swashbuckling, treasure, pirates... Steve! Keith Richards! There is so much potential for good characters and good pirate-y tales. Done properly, the Pirates stories could have a good long run in our theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no... you had to make it into a trilogy and drag the one story right into the ground for more than 5 1/2 hours total. Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the blatant overuse of CGI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shame on you Hollywood! Shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, maybe try hiring someone with an original idea who can tell a good story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-3767309066378703549?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3767309066378703549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=3767309066378703549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3767309066378703549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3767309066378703549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-nez-runz-thingz.html' title='When Nez Runz Thingz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-6702883473996233992</id><published>2007-05-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:15:28.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Posts Because She Feels Like It!</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I've not posted in a while. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Crackbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been wanting to blog about something that's been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for coffee with &lt;a href="http://ninedoors.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ninedoors &lt;/a&gt;last week (which was a great visit!) and it got me thinking; I think I need a change in jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my current job. I don't loathe going there every morning (I loathe waking up, but that's different). It pays the bills and doesn't make me want to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not what I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much that I could work full time in theatre. I want to make stuff; and I want to make stuff that looks cool!&lt;br /&gt;Anything. Props, makeup, lighting, I don't care. I love all that stuff. I crave the knowledge and skills to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my life and my brain in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no idea where to go and what to do to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a condo to pay for, a car that needs replacing and bills to pay. I can't just up and leave my current way of life. I don't really want to leave the city, I like it here. A temporary leave of absence is acceptable, but Edmonton is my home. Not to mention that I don't want to be anywhere without ScottyBomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stuck where I am and I don't like it. I desire a change, but I'm unsure how to make it happen. I'm scared that if I stay where I am for too long, it'll make me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh! What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-6702883473996233992?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6702883473996233992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=6702883473996233992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6702883473996233992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6702883473996233992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/05/nez-posts-because-she-feels-like-it.html' title='Nez Posts Because She Feels Like It!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-6183548950694056621</id><published>2007-04-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:05:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Random Ramblingz of Nez</title><content type='html'>Greetings y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a doozy of a week. Suffice to say, I was very happy for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy hatter's birthday to my Lovely Shiny Gal! Any excuse I have to wear a top hat for an evening I will take in a heartbeat!! Your party was great fun! And the cuppin cakes were Teh Goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone wanting to waste even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; time on the internets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm listed by the wrong name (it's currently my online nick)... but I'm trying to get that fixed to my real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to come and find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-6183548950694056621?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6183548950694056621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=6183548950694056621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6183548950694056621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6183548950694056621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-ramblingz-of-nez.html' title='The Random Ramblingz of Nez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-3852092070589074486</id><published>2007-04-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:07:04.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Can't Help Herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/258754"&gt;Nez Made Another Test. She's addicted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/258754"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/258754/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-3852092070589074486?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3852092070589074486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=3852092070589074486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3852092070589074486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3852092070589074486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/04/nez-cant-help-herself.html' title='Nez Can&apos;t Help Herself'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-6781255490786544339</id><published>2007-04-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:08:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's, Memez and more Memes!</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/250654"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/250654/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/250654"&gt;Take My Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other memes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for anyone at the House of Style on Sunday evening:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Randy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The gay guy that named my breasts was Randy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-6781255490786544339?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6781255490786544339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=6781255490786544339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6781255490786544339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/6781255490786544339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/04/memes-memez-and-more-memes.html' title='Meme&apos;s, Memez and more Memes!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4726763016939530922</id><published>2007-04-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:41:50.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Nez Is Very Broked</title><content type='html'>And the day takes a sharp downward turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$750 to fix my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I have more time, I will post about the most fabously excellent time that &lt;a href="http://shiny-gal.livejournal.com/"&gt;Shiny_Gal &lt;/a&gt;and I had at the concert Tuesday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4726763016939530922?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4726763016939530922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4726763016939530922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4726763016939530922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4726763016939530922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-nez-is-very-broked.html' title='Now Nez Is Very Broked'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-7122202170014405671</id><published>2007-04-02T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:49:34.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advize me!</title><content type='html'>Ok Internet peoples! I am needing some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said before that I wasn't going to take another show until the Fringe, but I've been offered something and I'm very tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HumanLoser has offered me the NeXtfest Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to take it; because on the one hand, it would be great! I would meet a bunch of people, get to work in a good space, and it would be a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I'm not sure. It would be quite involved for a while and I don't want to get stressed out again. Bad things happen to me when I get stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice? Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Napkin? Bueller?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-7122202170014405671?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7122202170014405671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=7122202170014405671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/7122202170014405671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/7122202170014405671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/04/advize-me.html' title='Advize me!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4797827494936629978</id><published>2007-03-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:14:40.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A List! And Some Other Stuffz!</title><content type='html'>So I made this list a while back when I was stuck in a boring meeting that had nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things To Make Meetings More Exciting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Marachi Band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny hats for everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presentations done in rhyming couplets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A blacklight and glowsticks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold it poolside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free cocktails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let people bring in their MP3 players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress code: Hawiian shirts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interpretive dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nerf guns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recliners instead of office chairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make-your-sundaes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blamkets, pillows &amp; teddy bears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manicures/Pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot tubs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balloon animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace agenda with a page of jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hire jugglers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the upside, my reward for sitting through the meeting was a free lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've been sick for a week now. Sick sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can deal with the cough, or the runny nose. I just don't like dealing with both of them at the same time. Thank goodness for NyQuil. I think it's the only reason I've able to go to work this week; because otherwise I wouldn't be getting any sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that sick sucks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4797827494936629978?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4797827494936629978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4797827494936629978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4797827494936629978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4797827494936629978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/03/list-and-some-other-stuffz.html' title='A List! And Some Other Stuffz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-1784542658562902160</id><published>2007-03-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:16:30.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Rants About Work</title><content type='html'>So I was having a great day at work: there was fun, there was lots of laughter, there was a pancake breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going great until some guy ruined it for me in the middle of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our receptionists called in sick today, which meant that I had to cover the front desk for a while. The other person in my department had already left early to make it to a doctor's appointment. This guy called the switchboard looking for some info from my department. I couldn't take the call while working the switchboard,  and I knew there was no one at my co-workers desk, so I forwarded him onto my voicemail; figuring he would leave a message and I could call him back when I got to my desk. He did leave a message, but then rang back to the switchboard. I answered, and he told me that I had directed him to a voicemail and asked if there was anyone else I could direct him to. I politely told him that there was only one person there at the moment, the other person I could've sent him to was out of the office for the afternoon. He responded with, "I don't know what's up with you guys. It's only 3:30 and there's no one there! I wish I had a job like that!" He obviously didn't know it was me he was talking to, he only knew I was the one answering the switchboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do to continue to be polite to him. I'm sure he meant it in good humour, but it didn't really come across that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I wasn't at my desk to take his all-important call, he assumes I'm slacking off somewhere? I'm sorry, buddy, but I don't park my butt at my desk and not move for eight hours a day and stare at the phone waiting for you to call me. Sometimes, my job involves me getting up from my desk and going somewhere else in the office. Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so taken aback by how self-centered his comment was... It ruined the rest of my afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kicker of all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't at his desk. I got his voicemail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-1784542658562902160?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1784542658562902160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=1784542658562902160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1784542658562902160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1784542658562902160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/03/nez-rants-about-work.html' title='Nez Rants About Work'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4029754217017945752</id><published>2007-03-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:54:31.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Makes A Post</title><content type='html'>Ok. Ok. I know it's been a while. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life doesn't always allow enough time for things like blogging and keeping up with webcomics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else looking forward to St. Patrick's Day? Anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;I'm super-hyped this year! I'm heading out shortly to pick myself up some goofy-type headgear to wear to work tomorrow. We're having a pancake breakfast you see, and I was asked to help cook. My response was, "Only if I can wear a funny hat." So now I have to go out and get a funny hat.&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday, we party at the Chateau Creme de Menthe!!! I'm bringing my blender to make the Nez version of Shamrock Shakes! Good times! Drunkity drunk drunk!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness they live stumbling distance from my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've typed away here without really saying much. And now it's time to leave, because I want to hit the mall right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to have something with a little more substance next time. I also promise to post something in the near future, this was far too long between posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4029754217017945752?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4029754217017945752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4029754217017945752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4029754217017945752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4029754217017945752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/03/nez-makes-post.html' title='Nez Makes A Post'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-4371099799613505284</id><published>2007-02-22T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:46:37.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitz and Missez</title><content type='html'>I've been on a mission this week. And I'll likely be on the same mission next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax. I've had nothing but stress for several months now, and the results are now painfully obvious to me. My life is suffering from stress! Egads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've put more effort this week into remaining calm and trying to relax. I've been taking it easy, trying not to let anything get to me. (I've even put that rude lady incident behind me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my major issue is that I worry too much about money. Or my lack thereof. Unfortunately, there is little more I can do about it than stick to my budget, which I have been doing. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this new pain in my neck isn't helping. No, seriously, I must have done something wrong at the pool on Wednesday, my neck nurts. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's ok! I have a massage booked for Monday! (See what I did there? With the not worrying about it? Pretty good, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to let work get to me, I'm just going to plod along and get as much done as I can each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to take another show until the Fringe. No rehearsal stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to eat chocolate. Many happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get as much sleep as I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... it's time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-4371099799613505284?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4371099799613505284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=4371099799613505284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4371099799613505284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/4371099799613505284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/02/hitz-and-missez.html' title='Hitz and Missez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-1122397472518212780</id><published>2007-02-15T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:52:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-Zone  Earworm</title><content type='html'>It's awesome, but I can't get it out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7aC_iBdF3o&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Damn you, Stanley!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-1122397472518212780?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1122397472518212780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=1122397472518212780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1122397472518212780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1122397472518212780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-zone-earworm.html' title='O-Zone  Earworm'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-1634327729468741563</id><published>2007-01-29T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:18:50.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Many Thingz to Say</title><content type='html'>I was very proactive this evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Aquacize. I picked up some groceries on the way home. Made enough dinner to last me through the week (so I don't have to cook on show nights). Prepared the salad-in-a-bag that I bought (I like mushrooms in my salad). I loaded and unloaded the dishwasher. I tidied up a tiny corner of my living room. I checked my e-mail. I caught up on my blog reading and webcomics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't clean the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-1634327729468741563?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1634327729468741563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=1634327729468741563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1634327729468741563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/1634327729468741563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-many-thingz-to-say.html' title='Not Many Thingz to Say'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-3300675802906629441</id><published>2007-01-21T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:43:56.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That Nez Iz Calm...</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone, for all the concern and loving encouragement. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm not so tired and emotional and upset, let me say a few things about the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired and emotional the night I wrote that; and, looking back, I made it a bigger deal than it really was. After I had a good night's sleep, I felt just fine and no longer upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two very important men in my life: my boyfriend and my best friend. And for some reason, getting the two of them together in the same place at the same time is &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; difficult. That night there was a chance that it could happen, but it didn't. I was just feeling very disappointed in that and upset that I couldn't make it happen. It's really important to me that these two people get along (and maybe even become friends!) because they are both so very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it still bothers me a bit that I just can't make these get-togethers happen, I shouldn't have been upset at one of them for backing out; it was a legitimate reason. Sometimes, you just can't make it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall keep trying. And I shall take your advice and keep expressing myself until he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks, LizBird, for the funny story, it made me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I ever need a warm beverage and a bitch session, I now have a whole list of people I can call! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I'm at. Again, thanks to all my loving friends for your advice and concern for my well-being. Reading the comments on that last post was like having a big e-hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-3300675802906629441?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3300675802906629441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=3300675802906629441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3300675802906629441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/3300675802906629441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-that-nez-iz-calm.html' title='Now That Nez Iz Calm...'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8259579303867576531</id><published>2007-01-14T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:05:55.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizstressed</title><content type='html'>All I wanted to do was put a fucking post on my blog. And somehow Google has fucked up the login. The last two times I've tried to log in, it tells me I have a wrong password. The only way in is to reset it each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me cranky. Blogger was just fine until Google came along and started messing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I wanted to post was a question to all my e-friends who have significant others and/or long term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do you have to explain when something is really important to you before they get it? At what point do you give up and how do you not let it threaten your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend very much, but this is something I've been struggling with since the beginning. I've explained several times that it's really important to me, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want it to damage the relationship, but I can't help it from hurting my feelings a little more each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me? Am I asking too much? If so, how do I let this go and move on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8259579303867576531?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8259579303867576531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8259579303867576531' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8259579303867576531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8259579303867576531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/01/dizstressed.html' title='Dizstressed'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-8122533027490354110</id><published>2007-01-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:05:14.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Woez</title><content type='html'>Dear Guy In Front Of Me In Traffic The Other Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sped into the intersection after the light turned yellow, so you could get around the corner that much faster. But clearly you failed to notice that there was already traffic in the intersection., and it wasn't moving because it was rush hour and the other light further up was red. You were then blocking oncoming traffic. That makes you a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the white rental car that ran a stop sign in order to cut me off,&lt;br /&gt;You're an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-8122533027490354110?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8122533027490354110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=8122533027490354110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8122533027490354110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/8122533027490354110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2007/01/traffic-woez.html' title='Traffic Woez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-5185177835561905610</id><published>2006-12-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:16:57.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Christmaz</title><content type='html'>*Whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all over; and thank goodness. Now things can get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, Shiny_Gal and I went for a lovely dinner and then had a great time hanging out! (I've learned that I'm not very good at Monkey Ball anymore) It was an excellent birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas that was less stressful than mine, and a very happy New Year's Party! I know mine will involve a large amount of liquor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses, everyone! I love you all year round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-5185177835561905610?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5185177835561905610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=5185177835561905610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/5185177835561905610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/5185177835561905610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-christmaz.html' title='After Christmaz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116568357767042283</id><published>2006-12-09T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:59:37.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'z Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's no secret that I'm not a big fan of Christmas. I despise stores that push Christmas before we can even start to celebrate Halloween. It's to the point where I'm sick of Christmas music the second I hear it over the mall PA system, because I know it's all I'm going to hear for the next 2 months. I don't like the concept of "you have to buy everyone you know what they want for Christmas or they will hate you." I can't stand that love, affection and friendship are now measured by how much money you spend.  I've heard stories of people who were brought to tears out of disappointment in their Christmas gifts; and it just makes me sick to my stomach with disgust (Do NOT get me started on this one, I could rant for a while). It's everywhere; and after a while, I feel like I just can't get away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last Thursday, ScottyBomb took me to see &lt;a href="http://www.citadeltheatre.com/view_day.asp?ProgramID=574&amp;intmonth=12&amp;amp;strMonth=December&amp;intyear=2006&amp;amp;fa=13"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/a&gt;. Go see it. Seriously. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time it felt like I could forget the nasty, money-hunrgy, greedy, corporate "holiday" and enjoy the season for what it is: Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;And a good thing too; I was well on my way to being a Nezbitt Scrooge this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will give gifts to my loved ones this year, but not because I think they won't like me if I don't. I will give because I want to, out of love. I will give to charity, because I believe in spreading love. I will enjoy the time I get with my family, because they mean a lot to me. I will cherish the time with my friends, and try to see as many of them as I can; because they are very important to me. I will eat, drink and be merry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116568357767042283?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116568357767042283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116568357767042283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116568357767042283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116568357767042283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/12/itz-beginning-to-feel-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;z Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116461253036733576</id><published>2006-11-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:28:50.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleaze Note: I Am Tired And Cranky</title><content type='html'>Hypothetical Situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a saying that annoys someone. They ask you to stop because it bothers them; and you do, because you care about their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do something that bothers you. You ask them to stop because it bothers you; and they do. But then after a while they start doing it again. Right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116461253036733576?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116461253036733576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116461253036733576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116461253036733576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116461253036733576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/11/pleaze-note-i-am-tired-and-cranky.html' title='Pleaze Note: I Am Tired And Cranky'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116424513413697039</id><published>2006-11-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:27:01.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmagawd BEEZ!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who said they will come to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgs: I put you in charge of bringing that bottle of tequila! And maybe your blender? (Please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny, I place thee in charge of obtaining 3(three) of those fun, squeezy, lime juice-y things!&lt;br /&gt;(the Heroic Trio comes through again! You two are awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be possible for the good Doctor to bring a bottle of Cointreau? Also.. WOOHOO! The Doc is coming to my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;(I hope he brings his Peach!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan, I sent you an e-mail already, but just in case. Strawberry jam! And lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Un-Blogga, your mission (should you choose to accept it) is to bring a bottle of Tequila and/or a bottle of Cointreau. Should you or any of your team be captured or killed, the agency will disavow any knowledge of an invite to this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Dorklord! Your loyal minion humbly asks for a bag (or two) of ice. Hail Dorklord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love it when a plan comes together!"&lt;br /&gt;- John "Hannibal" Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116424513413697039?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116424513413697039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116424513413697039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116424513413697039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116424513413697039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohmagawd-beez.html' title='Ohmagawd BEEZ!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116364086250723236</id><published>2006-11-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:35:06.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Abztract</title><content type='html'>My brain is all over the place right now. Please forgive all the randomness (for those of you who fear/hate randomness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; Friday, December 1, around 8-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; Nez's house (unless the RSVP list is too big for my little condo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What:&lt;/span&gt; Bring Margarita fixings! Margaritas are made from Booze, Ice, Strawberry Jam, Lime Juice, Orange Juice and Blenders. If you can bring any of the above, please let me know in your RSVP (I'll do my best not to run out of anything!) Or if you're willing to bring something I might be short on, let me know! If I can get more than one blender going, we can have a boozy one and a non-boozy one for the young-ins and the drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Theme:&lt;/span&gt; It's Nez's birthday so... &lt;strong&gt;NO PANTS!!&lt;/strong&gt; Skirts, shorts, sarongs, and underwears are all acceptable; just &lt;u&gt;no pants&lt;/u&gt;. Anyone caught wearing pants will have them removed by the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably play some games, have some chats, maybe watch something (if we feel like it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please e-mail me and let me know if you can come and what you can bring (if anything), and/or if you need my address or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can come!! It'll be fun! And full of blended drinks! Without pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so afraid of needles?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been scared of getting a shot. It really doesn't hurt all that much, just a little poke.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with a girl who was so scared of getting her vaccination shot that she passed out as soon as she was in the room with the nurse. Just the other day I got one in the butt. I'm due for a flu shot in the arm by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what's so terrifying about them. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAHGAWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just heard on the radio that Ok Go is coming to Edmonton next Spring!&lt;br /&gt;*Glee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that song &lt;em&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;/em&gt; by Snow Partol? Everytime I hear it I just want to be lying naked with my lover while staring up at something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It's a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm. Those mandarin oranges I bought are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I feel that my brain is slightly less full now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a shower and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116364086250723236?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116364086250723236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116364086250723236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116364086250723236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116364086250723236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-abztract.html' title='Feeling Abztract'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116288855042254585</id><published>2006-11-07T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:35:50.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Pantz Off</title><content type='html'>IT"S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Who's that hoochie mama?&lt;br /&gt;And booty slap and booty slap and booty slap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I sometimes get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, yeah. It's my birthday. Woot for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have chocolate mousse for breakfast. Because it's my birthday &lt;em&gt;and no one will stop me! Bahahahahahahahaha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party details to come, I promise. Watch your e-mails and/or this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116288855042254585?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116288855042254585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116288855042254585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116288855042254585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116288855042254585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-your-pantz-off.html' title='Take Your Pantz Off'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116260126342401111</id><published>2006-11-03T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:49:16.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egadz! A Whole Weekend!</title><content type='html'>For those of you not in the know, Tuesday the 7th is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... obviously there is nothing up for this weekend, or you would already know about it. But I was thinking of organizing a little sumpthing-sumpthing for next weekend (the 11th and/or 12th). But I wander about going, "What to do? What to do?" I'm afraid I'm at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is worth noting that I do have access to a chocolate fountain...)&lt;br /&gt;(It is also worth noting that I took the 6th and 7th off of work, so if anyone is up for something on either of those days, now's a good time to say something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116260126342401111?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116260126342401111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116260126342401111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116260126342401111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116260126342401111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/11/egadz-whole-weekend.html' title='Egadz! A Whole Weekend!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116165447737402964</id><published>2006-10-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:47:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez iz Tireds!</title><content type='html'>I've been only home long enough over the past few weeks to make the mess, not clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, my home is a disaster. I'm none too pleased. But it's my own damn fault. It's just that whenever I have a night to myself, I don't want to spend it doing housework. I want it to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just sick of this paycheck-to-paycheck crap. Why on earth do I have to be so very un-good with money? What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry everyone, I'm just a little down the last few days. Both money and schedule are tight, and it's wearing on me harder than normal right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116165447737402964?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116165447737402964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116165447737402964' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116165447737402964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116165447737402964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/10/nez-iz-tireds.html' title='Nez iz Tireds!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-116018590041909810</id><published>2006-10-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:51:40.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSNversation with Nez</title><content type='html'>This conversation was too wierd and wonderful not to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a very good friend of mine on MSN. She was talking about work (I won't tell you where she works, so let's just call it BarStucks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but it feeds my addiction, so at least I'm not losing money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;i should work at booster juice and the marble slab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;i'd be 700 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;you should... I don't know what you're thinking not working there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;700 pounds!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;700 ISH... give or take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;well, it IS a rough estimate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;if you hit 800 they won't make you leave your house anymore... they'll feed you booster juice and marble slab through a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;well... as long as it's not at the same time... my bowels would never forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;neither would the people manning the straws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, those are well-paid, highly trained Straw Technicians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;it's true, however, you do not have license to traumatize them... their training did not equip them for trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;That's a Masters Level course. very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;yes... and they just can't afford it... there is not enough work for straw technicians for them to afford that course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;well, if they hadn't flooded the job market, they wouldn't all be struggling for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just too easy to be a Straw Tech these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;you realize that you could help them out by working at Booster Juice and Marble Slab and becoming 700+ lbs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;their fate is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;and so would be my butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;Long Live the Straw Techies, I say! Long Live the Straw Techies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;Expensive Degrees for everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;Here, here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nezbitt says:&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wahoo says:&lt;br /&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. I'm officially insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-116018590041909810?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/116018590041909810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=116018590041909810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116018590041909810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/116018590041909810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/10/msnversation-with-nez.html' title='MSNversation with Nez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115932808554678680</id><published>2006-09-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:58:32.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answerz!</title><content type='html'>I promise, Answerz will be edited if anybody else wants to get their warm &amp; fuzzy on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://shiny-gal.livejournal.com/"&gt;shiny_gal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mitch, go be a jerk to that guy!"&lt;br /&gt;2. Join me for drinks and games at Der Waffelhausen!&lt;br /&gt;3. A beautiful copper-orange&lt;br /&gt;4. Your amazing eye for unusual and beautiful photographs!&lt;br /&gt;5. Sitting in front of you and Sarah on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;6. A leopard. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://www.brentdorklord.blogspot.com/"&gt;DorkLord Brent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Biggest collection of dice I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a short walk everyday while the weather will still let you. Someplace different each time.&lt;br /&gt;3. A very deep, dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are my major source for all informations nerdy, geeky, dorky or otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;5. Working the laminatior at the Comedy Arts Festival.&lt;br /&gt;6. A polar bear. Large, in charge and feared by lesser beings.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://morgoid.livejournal.com/"&gt;Morgoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You should have won for Best Transylvanian.&lt;br /&gt;2. I challenge you to not become a hermit when Ry comes back. (I'll pull rank if I have to!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dark burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your non-sequitor conversation skills.&lt;br /&gt;5. A favorite memory: singing skin-a-ma-rink to you in the beer tent to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;6. A puppy. Cute, cuddly, energetic and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think is the best part of our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://electric-mayhem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doctor Teeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to thank you for teaching me how to play L5R.&lt;br /&gt;2. Help me cross #15 and/or #89 off my 101 list.&lt;br /&gt;3. Natural colors; like a beautiful, deep wood.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your amazing knack for meta-gaming!&lt;br /&gt;5. One of my favorites: the night you and I went to 7-11 and I utterly failed to express properly how much I appreciated our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;6. A bear cub; cuddly-lookin' and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your most prized possession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://skrifa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skrifa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I made you giggle by saying "Poopy!"&lt;br /&gt;2. To get better and have the clothing swap party!&lt;br /&gt;3. Vibrant purple.&lt;br /&gt;4. That you get all my Margaret Cho jokes!&lt;br /&gt;5. Meeting you at K &amp; K's house when you were quite pregnant with Z.&lt;br /&gt;6. A lioness. Beautiful and strong.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the best part, for you, about being a mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://messy-head.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theatre Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mah Jongg in your kitchen until the wee hours!&lt;br /&gt;2. Take just a little extra time for yourself this month, away from being a wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Light blue and dark purple.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your open and friendly spirit.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sitting at the Fringe Party while people joined and left our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;6. A kangaroo. I'm not sure why. (Kanga and Roo, maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Is it possible that I might be blessed with another niece or nephew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115932808554678680?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115932808554678680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115932808554678680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115932808554678680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115932808554678680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/09/answerz.html' title='Answerz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115896835467899447</id><published>2006-09-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:39:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionz!</title><content type='html'>So I've noticed two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There seems to be a lot of sickness going around. I know I've coughed up at least one whole lung already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is a warm and fuzzy meme going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that the warm and fuzzies will help with the getting well part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to borrow a page from several of my e-buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you comment on this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, it would be appreciated if you posted this on yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fuzzies begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115896835467899447?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115896835467899447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115896835467899447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115896835467899447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115896835467899447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/09/questionz.html' title='Questionz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115841779838089431</id><published>2006-09-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T07:43:18.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Iz Sick</title><content type='html'>*cough* I have the sickness. *cough hack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this nasty cough for several days now. *hack wheeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to venture out today; I'm out of drugs. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115841779838089431?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115841779838089431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115841779838089431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115841779838089431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115841779838089431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/09/nez-iz-sick.html' title='Nez Iz Sick'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115769828289141488</id><published>2006-09-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:56:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Prezents... A List!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(written while bored in a meeting at work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Probably Bad Things to Take to an Office Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two monkeys and a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An entire Martha Stewart cookbook library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A collection of used socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An air horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whoopee cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A scimitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A rotten pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stripper poles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A nightclub DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expensive silken panty garments for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A herd of goats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A furrie costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A camera crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A wind machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bandsaw, a table saw and a drill press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Ebola Virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Roller Derby team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A campfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LARPers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muthaf%#king snakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An Oom-pah band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115769828289141488?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115769828289141488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115769828289141488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115769828289141488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115769828289141488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/09/nez-prezents-list.html' title='Nez Prezents... A List!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115700306366472298</id><published>2006-08-30T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:44:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquacize!</title><content type='html'>Nez'z Aquacize Quote of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think my inner mermaid is drowning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115700306366472298?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115700306366472298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115700306366472298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115700306366472298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115700306366472298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/08/aquacize.html' title='Aquacize!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115691843459476798</id><published>2006-08-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:13:54.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Vacation Over :(</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing vacation at the Fringe this year. Truly, one of the best years for our little festival, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to go back to work. And that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the temp covering for me sucessfully managed to not burn down the office, I did have to come back to a whole pile of paperwork that is taking me forever to clear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to spend all morning in a meeting that had nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think I will post the list I made to entertain myself in said meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115691843459476798?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115691843459476798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115691843459476798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115691843459476798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115691843459476798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-vacation-over.html' title='Amazing Vacation Over :('/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115579241307781241</id><published>2006-08-16T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:26:53.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh As A Dayzee</title><content type='html'>Is anyone missing a towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a rogue towel as I was sorting my laundry. I know it's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did the towel fairy pay me a visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee, the concept of a towel fairy makes me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115579241307781241?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115579241307781241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115579241307781241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115579241307781241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115579241307781241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/08/fresh-as-dayzee.html' title='Fresh As A Dayzee'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115498195889689141</id><published>2006-08-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:19:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned?!?!  OH NOEZ!!</title><content type='html'>I have successfully contracted viral diarrhea. (I think it's a fancy form of food poisoning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel... like shit. I would never wish this kind of discomfort on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Capital Health. The nice nurse-lady said that I just really need to keep my fluids up (Thank you ScottyBomb for the Gatorade!) and make sure it doesn't get any worse than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to issue this warning to all the people I saw on Sunday: You may have been exposed!! This virus took 24 hours to incubate (I'm positive I caught it on Saturday) and is spread by contact with bodily fluid. (Most likely saliva.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone gets sick, this is your new mantra: Hydrate Hydrate Hydrate!&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself some electrolytes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone I hugged or kissed or touched on Sunday, please be aware! I may have made you sick! Especially parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like the friggin' &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0114069/"&gt;Outbreak&lt;/a&gt; monkey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115498195889689141?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115498195889689141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115498195889689141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115498195889689141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115498195889689141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/08/poisoned-oh-noez.html' title='Poisoned?!?!  OH NOEZ!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115438920017954335</id><published>2006-07-31T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:40:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80'z</title><content type='html'>So I went to the movies on Friday with Don Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok. Not &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Don Johnson. It was RP. You look confused. I'll explain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called RP up on Friday to see if he wanted to do anything. He was going to see Miami Vice and invited me along. I was unsure until he told me that he was going to wear his white Don Johnson-esque suit. I told him I'd be there with a ponytail on the side of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got dressed up all 80's: I had a belt over my t-shirt, multiple necklaces and bracelets, hair all over on one side, and mismatched earrings; he wore a white suit with the sleeves rolled up, a pink golf shirt and sunglasses. We looked hysterical, you should have seen us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We brought the camera, but, like fools, we didn't take any pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, there were quite a few stares at the movies. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miami Vice, while not set in the 80's, was still a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115438920017954335?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115438920017954335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115438920017954335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115438920017954335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115438920017954335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/07/80z.html' title='The 80&apos;z'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115427597765999318</id><published>2006-07-30T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:14:21.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Memez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just because I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A) Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;2. Door-to-door promotional sales (This really was the job from hell)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stage Manager&lt;br /&gt;4. Data Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Four movies I would watch over and over&lt;br /&gt;1. Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;2. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;3. Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;4. Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house&lt;br /&gt;2. NABC&lt;br /&gt;3. GMCC (Well, it &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; like it)&lt;br /&gt;4. Adam's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Four TV shows I love(d) to watch -&lt;br /&gt;1. Mythbusters&lt;br /&gt;2. Ranma 1/2&lt;br /&gt;3. Coupling (the BBC one)&lt;br /&gt;4. Spy Groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) Four places I have been on vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. New York City&lt;br /&gt;2. Kamloops, BC&lt;br /&gt;3. Vancouver, BC&lt;br /&gt;4. Seaside, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) Web sites I visit (almost) daily&lt;br /&gt;1. Questionable Content&lt;br /&gt;2. the IMDB&lt;br /&gt;3. the Gateway&lt;br /&gt;4. Long Story Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissing&lt;br /&gt;3. Grandma's perogies&lt;br /&gt;4. Mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) Four places I would like to be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. with ScottyBomb&lt;br /&gt;2. Broadway&lt;br /&gt;3. Japan&lt;br /&gt;4. Der Waffelhausen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) Four people I would give my life for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. ScottyBomb (in less than a heartbeat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Jeff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Morgoid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Blueroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to actually write something in the near future!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115427597765999318?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115427597765999318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115427597765999318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115427597765999318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115427597765999318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/07/full-of-memez.html' title='Full of Memez!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115352732546351542</id><published>2006-07-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:19:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thingz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Awesome Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKSUt8yY7Q8&amp;search=dr.%20tran"&gt;Awesome thing #1 - Dr. Tran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpTaBulIL_w&amp;amp;search=ninja%20omnibus"&gt;Awesome thing #2 - Ninja Omnibus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7967/900/1600/college_pool.jpg"&gt;Awesome thing #3 - Mike's Homemade Kiddie Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Scary Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0072856/"&gt;Scary thing #1 - Oh the humanity!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0452608/"&gt;Scary thing #2 - Oh, Dear God! Nooooo!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115352732546351542?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115352732546351542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115352732546351542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115352732546351542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115352732546351542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/07/thingz.html' title='Thingz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115310938404918903</id><published>2006-07-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:09:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memez!</title><content type='html'>Found this, liked it, thought I'd share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115310938404918903?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115310938404918903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115310938404918903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115310938404918903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115310938404918903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/07/memez.html' title='Memez!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115258916006754918</id><published>2006-07-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:39:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherriez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love cherries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mmmmmm cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I bought some cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mmmmmm cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They charged me seven bucks for my cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mmm-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seven Freakin' Bucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Are you freakin' kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can take your damn cherries and shove them up your mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A note for the Ninja: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"One big gaaaay cherry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115222985514142525</id><published>2006-07-06T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:50:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Germanz</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the worst/best thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make it to the end, the sexy pointing makes it all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwcLdCT3IsI&amp;amp;search=hooked%20on%20a%20feeling"&gt;Just trust me... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115222985514142525?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115222985514142525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115222985514142525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115222985514142525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115222985514142525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/07/ze-germanz.html' title='Ze Germanz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115171120860618953</id><published>2006-06-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:46:48.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Iz All Paul's Fault</title><content type='html'>Bahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipes away tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&amp;amp;id=119#comic"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115171120860618953?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115171120860618953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115171120860618953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115171120860618953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115171120860618953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-iz-all-pauls-fault.html' title='This Iz All Paul&apos;s Fault'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115156243256649374</id><published>2006-06-28T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:27:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Nez</title><content type='html'>So it's midnight. Am I in bed? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be? Hells Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally got down to a comfortable temperature in here! I can't go to bed now! It would be a waste of all this wonderfully cool air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note:&lt;br /&gt;I need to get me some curtains picked out by this weekend. Morgs? Oreo? Up for a shopping adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note:&lt;br /&gt;Ram, if you're reading this, I'll give you some clues: &lt;br /&gt;We've been drunk together before.&lt;br /&gt;I was at your housewarming party.&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling is full of gay (especially Batista!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I believe it's time for some other unrelated (and random) stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a vacation. Anyone for Florida? Alright then, how about the Fringe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone should, in the near future, lay eyes upon my sexy-ass boyfriend! Rowr!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Saturday, my month without chocolate will be up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candy is good, but it's no substitute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My inner nerd is getting all excited. &lt;a href="http://www.animethon.org"&gt;Nerdstock is coming!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's very late and I grow weary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for tolerating my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115156243256649374?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115156243256649374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115156243256649374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115156243256649374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115156243256649374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-random-nez.html' title='Some Random Nez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115054539111488962</id><published>2006-06-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:59:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictionz &amp; Insightz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get addicted easily. Sometimes too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open with this statemant because it's almost 5 am, and I'm not tired. Why? Because I've been up surfing the internet, reading Ranma 1/2 fanfics. I'm practically giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting for hours with my laptop on my stomach, face glued to the screen, reading stories. My hair is in two messy pigtails on the very top of my head, I've got the comfy PJ's on and I've been munching on Goldfish crackers. I could keep going; I'm only stopping because it's almost 5 am and I think I should get to bed before my alarm goes off. But I had to write for a little while, until the tired sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked. Line and sinker included. This stuff is &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;! I get so involved with the characters and all the story lines that I can't help myself! ScottyBomb showed me a few episodes that he had, and a while back I picked up the first book, but it wasn't a huge deal. Lately, I've been getting more into it. I'm devouring the books as fast as I can pick them up (Murphy's Law has been dictating that the one I need will be the one they don't have at the bookstore I happen to be at, of course), and who knows how many DVDs I'd own if the funding wasn't so restrictive. And I found some beautiful fanfics with the greatest stories and some beautiful writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sum up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm highly addicted to Ranma 1/2. Be warned, I will be more than happy to engage in discussion about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;New subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had dinner with Mel Thursday evening. We don't see each other very often so this was a real treat and an amazing feat of scheduling (trust me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the not-seeing-each-other-very-often factor we ended up talking until quite late. About almost everthing that had to do with either of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting to look at things with a Now and Then perspective. I mean, we grew up together; there's hardly a childhood memory of mine that she's not a part of. It's just interesting to see where she is now and where I am now and just how far apart we really are. I just bought a home and have a full-time job, she's looking to go back to school again and is living with her parents again. I'm the odd artsy one, she's the straight-laced education major. I marvel that we still have anything in common to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we somehow managed to talk for hours. Lots of it was about where she is in life and how she got there. There is one thing I want to write about, because it really made a lot of sense to me in terms of life and relationships, and I want to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sat down at one point by a friend one night and was given a scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A relationship is a partnership, two equal parts. What are you going to bring to that partnership to make it work and/or to attract a partner? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, she wasn't very self sufficent (didn't really cook, didn't really clean, wasn't in control of all of her finances, stuff like that), and she said that this was a real turning point for her. She did someday want to settle down and maybe have a family, but she hadn't taken any steps to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about what it was like to become independent from Mom and Dad. How some people acted like rent was the only thing you had to pay for when you moved out, and how she and I knew just how far from the truth that was. We talked about how important it was to be self-sufficent. I think she put it something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have two people that can each look after themselves, they will be excellent for looking after each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ties right in with that whole relationship/partnership thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of this was just preaching to the choir; I've been on my own for quite a few years now. I know what it's like to have to pay for everything yourself and do everything yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always had a good head on her shoulders (well, mostly), and from the sounds of things, she's on her way to being right where she thinks she needs to be. And I say "Good for Her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's now 5:50 am. The tired has set in and I'm going to bed before I stop making sense altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall sleep in today. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115054539111488962?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115054539111488962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115054539111488962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115054539111488962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115054539111488962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/addictionz-insightz.html' title='Addictionz &amp; Insightz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-115034735859714532</id><published>2006-06-14T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:55:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Handle All the Heatz</title><content type='html'>It's bloody hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering taking some ice to bed with me. Also, all this humidity is making my hair HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgs, you need to come home so we can go cool off by walking in the fountains. Also, we need to take Oreo with us next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the time has come for a break. I need a change of pace. Something slower. Thank goodness my holidays are coming up. Some days it's just so hard to get up. (That might have something to do with my lack of going to bed at a decent hour, but who knows?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting damn tired of being broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's hot in here. Apparently having the windows open is not helping. I need to get me a fan or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the upside, I've finally seen all of Ranma 1/2 Season 1. Good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That strawberry ice cream in my freezer can't even save me now. I'm uncomfortably hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough complaining about the heat. I'm going to change into something less warm and try to get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my random ramblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-115034735859714532?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/115034735859714532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=115034735859714532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115034735859714532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/115034735859714532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-handle-all-heatz.html' title='Can&apos;t Handle All the Heatz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114963650040571949</id><published>2006-06-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:28:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Chocolatz!</title><content type='html'>So I decide to give up chocolate in June; fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose June because it has no major chocolate associated holidays in it (Halloween, Easter, Christmas, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do my friends suggest for dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death by Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, the fruity gelato was most satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Happy Hell Day to those looking closely at their calendars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114963650040571949?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114963650040571949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114963650040571949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114963650040571949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114963650040571949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-by-chocolatz.html' title='Death by Chocolatz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114920943401774207</id><published>2006-06-01T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:50:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#31 - Nez is a glutton for punishment</title><content type='html'>I've decided that June is the month to cross off #31 - Give up chocolate for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was I thinking?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself 2 weeks before the withdrawl drives me mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114920943401774207?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114920943401774207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114920943401774207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114920943401774207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114920943401774207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/06/31-nez-is-glutton-for-punishment.html' title='#31 - Nez is a glutton for punishment'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114853628878081775</id><published>2006-05-24T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:54:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Vacationerz</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember that I was the proud winner of a cheap trip to Florida due to a draw I entered at K-Days. For those of you who didn't know, I won a cheap, 10 day trip (for 4) to Florida through a draw I entered at K-Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I can take this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am looking for either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Four people who are willing to split the $500 US price tag. (They would also have to pay for airfare and spending money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Two people willing to pay about $200 US (plus airfare and spending money) and who are willing to put up with me (and ScottyBomb) for 10 days in sunny Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some details:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a timeshare trap. I'm fairly sure that anyone taking option A can get out of the "presentation" because the trip is in my name, not theirs. However, this is where the free attraction passes come from so they might be forfeit if no one goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels are paid for, plus there is free rental car for 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 places in Florida: Orlando, Daytona, and Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip needs to be used by February 2007. I've already paid for it, and I'd hate to see it go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions? Comments? Takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114853628878081775?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114853628878081775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114853628878081775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114853628878081775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114853628878081775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/05/wanted-vacationerz.html' title='Wanted: Vacationerz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114814313698934795</id><published>2006-05-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:38:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez is ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! At long last the Internets and I are together again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now be able to answer e-mails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post on my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post on other peoples blogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye analog darkness! Hello digital light!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note... I'm going shopping. This weather is far to nice to waste by being indoors on the computer! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114814313698934795?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114814313698934795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114814313698934795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114814313698934795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114814313698934795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/05/nez-is-alive.html' title='Nez is ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114550437762374077</id><published>2006-04-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:39:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Is Not Dead</title><content type='html'>Very much alive, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not online at my place yet, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feel free to call me up and/or come over for a visit! I'm all about IRL contact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114550437762374077?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114550437762374077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114550437762374077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114550437762374077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114550437762374077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/04/nez-is-not-dead.html' title='Nez Is Not Dead'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114437112995813099</id><published>2006-04-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:52:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HouzeWarming!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty... here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people to come and warm my new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, April 9th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an open-house kind of deal, so feel free to come and go as you please.&lt;br /&gt;Any time after noon is fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bring munchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need my address, give me a call. I'll be more than happy to provide you with it (I'll even give you directions if you want)! I don't have a land line, so you'll have to call my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nez =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114437112995813099?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114437112995813099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114437112995813099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114437112995813099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114437112995813099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/04/houzewarming.html' title='HouzeWarming!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114369475610447664</id><published>2006-03-29T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:59:16.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gots the Movez!!</title><content type='html'>So I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have no internets at the new digs (yet.) So the posts might be farther between. Sorry. I'll try to catch up to the 20th century as soon as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for the info on the housewarming party! (Also, you may want to keep the weekend of April 7th open.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to my bloggers! And thanks to my painters and movers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114369475610447664?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114369475610447664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114369475610447664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114369475610447664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114369475610447664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/03/gots-movez.html' title='Gots the Movez!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114309601082651519</id><published>2006-03-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:44:06.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez'z Stressez</title><content type='html'>Moving your office and your home at the same time sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it stressful? Oh, yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much look forward to being settled in both places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Painting Party on Saturday and Moving Party on Sunday for anyone interested. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willing to help is welcome to come and reduce my stress!&lt;br /&gt;Or you could just send me love and encouragement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114309601082651519?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114309601082651519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114309601082651519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114309601082651519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114309601082651519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/03/nezz-stressez.html' title='Nez&apos;z Stressez'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114222787745376881</id><published>2006-03-12T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:33:38.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterz</title><content type='html'>Dear March;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down! You move too fast! I won't have enough time if you keep on like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up,&lt;br /&gt;Nez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Mice;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't care if I am moving... GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hating you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Asshat;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How dare you ruin my weekend like that?!?! Just who do you think you are? I hope you get what's coming to you (I also hope that what's coming to you is a large freight train with no brakes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe someday I'll forgive/forget you, but right now I really, really hate you. I wished I'd have been there with a high powered sniper rifle to remove your ankles from afar, followed by your knees and then your ability to have children. I'd be doing us all a service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoping Karma bites you in the ass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114222787745376881?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114222787745376881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114222787745376881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114222787745376881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114222787745376881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/03/letterz.html' title='Letterz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114180290543651719</id><published>2006-03-07T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:30:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas! Tonight There Will Be No Zzz's</title><content type='html'>There were many calls, there was much paperwork, there was money exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress levels were high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were more calls, offers and counter-offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I bought a condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is crossing the t's and dotting the i's. Then later, when it sets in, I'll hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime:&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to help me pick out some paint colors?&lt;br /&gt;(But no painting until the breathing returns to normal!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114180290543651719?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114180290543651719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114180290543651719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114180290543651719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114180290543651719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/03/alas-tonight-there-will-be-no-zzzs.html' title='Alas! Tonight There Will Be No Zzz&apos;s'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114110671465228372</id><published>2006-02-27T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:05:14.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Scoopzorz!</title><content type='html'>Alright, due to popular demand, here's what's up. I'll even include the backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is moving to the Research Park. I currently live in Londonderry. For those of you unfamiliar with either of those places, let me put it this way. &lt;em&gt;They are across the freakin' city from each other!!!&lt;/em&gt; There isn't much that's further north than my home, and there isn't much that's further south than my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current commute can be anywhere from 40 to 60+ minutes. And it can only get longer when we move. Driving can make me cranky (especially in rush hour), so the less driving I have to do to and from work, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to relocate to someplace on the southern side of the city. At the urging of my parents, and the approval of the bank, I'm purchasing a home. Specifically, a condo. Because I don't do yardwork, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a realtor finding me places to look at and I plan on seeing some later this week. I've seen pictures of one that kind of tickles my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L &amp; M,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't ignoring your call on the road this morning. I had merely failed to communicate to you that my cell phone was at home on the charger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, I'm sure that other drivers thought I was crazy. They clearly didn't understand that I was playing the head-tilting game with L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I hope that you two also had a lovely commute and that your car was nice and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nez =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ScottyBomb has given me a wikkid awesome presie!! Alas, not everyone will get the joke. But it's funny as all hell to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zestuff.com/product.php?productid=105&amp;cat=18&amp;amp;page=1&amp;zoom=front"&gt;Check it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 11 pm. Do you know where your Nez is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114110671465228372?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114110671465228372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114110671465228372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114110671465228372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114110671465228372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/02/teh-scoopzorz.html' title='Teh Scoopzorz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114058572027998728</id><published>2006-02-21T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:23:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Methinkz I Be In Over Me Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've approved my application for a mortgage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114058572027998728?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114058572027998728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114058572027998728' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114058572027998728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114058572027998728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/02/methinkz-i-be-in-over-me-head.html' title='Methinkz I Be In Over Me Head'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-114022622864569915</id><published>2006-02-17T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:30:28.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez &amp; the three Bearz</title><content type='html'>So the other night I was feeling all sentimental and mushy; so when I went to bed, I gathered up all my bears from ScottyBomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Good Luck Bear, Grumpy Bear, Duck and I curled up and drifted into slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's something very mystical and beautiful about falling asleep in the pool of moonlight that's streaming through your bedroom window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-114022622864569915?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/114022622864569915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=114022622864569915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114022622864569915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/114022622864569915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/02/nez-three-bearz.html' title='Nez &amp; the three Bearz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113955897203874757</id><published>2006-02-09T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:09:32.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleepz for Me</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. And it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm up, fixing my sidebar, listening to "&lt;a href="http://www.avenueq.com/"&gt;Avenue Q&lt;/a&gt;" (which is my new favorite musical, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping, I have to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that bunny graphic is really making my blog one helluva scroll-job. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I promise, it's all updated with the blogs I visit. And if you want to be added or removed, just let me know, and I'll get around to fixing things sometime. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we're going to head for the bed and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the best would be my bed containing ScottyBomb and/or some chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ScottyBomb!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love you! Still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;and maybe you could update your blog sometime this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morgoid, try not to get stuck in a Giggle Loop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113955897203874757?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113955897203874757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113955897203874757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113955897203874757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113955897203874757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-sleepz-for-me.html' title='No Sleepz for Me'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113876251824959446</id><published>2006-01-31T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:02:07.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Nez Mentioned That She Lovez Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>O.k.&lt;br /&gt;So, a while back, I posted some of my favorite chocolate comments from my chocolate calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I present, for your reading pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nez'z Favorite Chocolate of 2005!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocoholic: A person who has an obsessive need to eat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;According to the Chocolate Manufacturers Association, 70 percent of female survey respondents said they would rather have chocolate than sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miranda Ingram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mary Richards: "Oh Rhoda, chocolate doesn't solve anything."&lt;br /&gt;Rhoda Morgenstern: "No Mare, cottage cheese solves nothing; chocolate can do it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mary Tyler Moore Show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Maya paid homage to Ek Chuah, a god of cacao growers and merchants, by burning cacao seeds as an offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemically speaking, chocolate really is the world's perfect food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Levine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is cheaper than therapy and you don't need an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands--and then eat just one of the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judith Viorst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelve-step chocoholics program: Never be more than twelve steps away from chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terry Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man cannot live by chocolate alone--but woman can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than a good friend, except a good friend with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linda Grayson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the food chain sits chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. Let us celebrate our agreement with the adding of chocolate to milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homer, from the television series The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seen recently on a T-shirt: Emergency alert--If wearer of this shirt is found vacant, listless, or depressed, administer chocolate immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is a dirty word. Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers discovered… similarities between [chocolate and marijuana], but can't remember what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt Lauer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh, divine chocolate! They grind thee kneeling, Beat thee with hands praying, And drink thee with eyes to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marco Antonio Orellana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas y el chocolate espreso (ideas should be clear and chocolate thick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanish proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is a divine, celestial drink, the sweat of the stars, the vital seed, divine nectar, the drink of the gods, panacea and universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geronimo Piperni, 1796&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate doesn't make the world go around, but it sure does make the trip worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The taste of chocolate is a sensual pleasure in itself, existing in the same world as sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Ruth Westheimer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miranda Ingram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marquise de Sevigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, the Lord created chocolate and saw that it was good. Then God separated the light from the dark, and it was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will hiding in a cabin with stockpiled chocolate goods be any part of this plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xander, from the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only three things in life that matter--good friends, good chocolate, and, oh dear, what was that other one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget love… I'd rather fall in chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Milton, from the movie The Devil's Advocate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I have chocolate around, I will eat it. I love it, I love it, I love it. I like a piece everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julia Louis-Dreyfus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"When I die," I said to my friend, "I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped." Milk chocolate or bittersweet was [the] immediate concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrianne Marcus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't chocolate, it ain't breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate is… something that should be had on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put "Eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way, at least you'll get one thing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a square meal a day--a box of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just… right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And above all… think chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betty Crocker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yay! Up with Chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go have some now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113876251824959446?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113876251824959446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113876251824959446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113876251824959446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113876251824959446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/01/has-nez-mentioned-that-she-lovez.html' title='Has Nez Mentioned That She Lovez Chocolate?'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113650995441394807</id><published>2006-01-05T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:13:11.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Accurate Quiz Ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="allme" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MsWednesday/1068334042_nniesallme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about me. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MsWednesday/quizzes/Who"&gt;Who's Your Happy Bunny?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113650995441394807?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113650995441394807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113650995441394807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113650995441394807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113650995441394807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-accurate-quiz-ever.html' title='Most Accurate Quiz Ever!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113622117099676843</id><published>2006-01-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T08:59:31.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Happy New Yearz</title><content type='html'>Okay. I may not like Christmas all that much, but I do enjoy a good New Years. And this one was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;Drunken board games with some of my nearest and dearest at &lt;em&gt;Chateau Creme de Menthe! &lt;/em&gt;Such good times were had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elf can help!" - D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was champagne, there was kissing, there was much laughter and merriment. Then &lt;a href="http://www.retailrant.com"&gt;The Source&lt;/a&gt; proceeded to kick a serious amount of ass at &lt;em&gt;Name that Tune - 80's Edition&lt;/em&gt;. The man is a fountain of 80's music knowledge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And super hugs out to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/morgoid/"&gt;Morgoid&lt;/a&gt; for being a wikkid awesome sleepover buddy and an awesome-tastic photograph poser!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2006 Everybody!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113622117099676843?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113622117099676843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113622117099676843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113622117099676843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113622117099676843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2006/01/many-happy-new-yearz.html' title='Many Happy New Yearz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113570646272159655</id><published>2005-12-27T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:42:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Holidaze...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of Christmas... That is to say, it's not my favorite holiday. It's too stressful. It's too corporate. It's &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;to materialistic. And for pity's sake, does it have to start before Halloween??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on how much food there is. (Grandma's dinner could have fed a small army.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe it's just too much for me to cram into the space of a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand, I like the good parts of Christmas. The pretty lights, the excuse to buy people gifts (I love to give presents!!), the mandarin oranges, the good chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can't stand is the corporate Christmas. Companies making up for their poor sales over the rest of the year buy advertising that you simply &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; get the perfect gift for everyone or they will hate you. The spoiled little kid who throws a tantrum because he/she didn't get everything that they've ever wanted under that tree. (And no, that comment was not directed at anyone.) That kind of holiday bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a Christian (and I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a very good one) and I know that Christmas should be the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. But it's not. All I seem to see is a celebration of greed and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, according to some (and this makes sense to me) Christ was probably born sometime in April, and Christmas is celebrated in December to compete with/replace the pagan solstice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having a religious identity crisis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113570646272159655?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113570646272159655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113570646272159655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113570646272159655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113570646272159655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-holidaze.html' title='In a Holidaze...'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113423807419037656</id><published>2005-12-10T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:09:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'z Mine!!</title><content type='html'>I now, officially, totally, 100%, completely, utterly and in all ways... own my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! The car loan has been paid off and &lt;a href="http://cars.uk.freeads.net/cache/images/257667.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; belongs to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and just in time for Christmas too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113423807419037656?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113423807419037656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113423807419037656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113423807419037656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113423807419037656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/12/shez-mine.html' title='She&apos;z Mine!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113331625911920608</id><published>2005-11-29T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:04:19.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Hairz!!</title><content type='html'>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my hair &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of it. Don't panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trust that I now look &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teh Awesome&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nezbitt101in1001.blogspot.com/2005/11/3-blue-hair.html"&gt;Cross another one off the list!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113331625911920608?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113331625911920608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113331625911920608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113331625911920608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113331625911920608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-hairz.html' title='Blue Hairz!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113187863092617641</id><published>2005-11-13T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:43:56.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexinezz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Warning: this blog my contain adult content. Or possibly TMI about Nez*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was up watching late night TV. &lt;a href="http://www.lifenetwork.ca/tv/shows/titledetails/title_68786.asp"&gt;Sexual Secrets &lt;/a&gt;on the &lt;a href="http://www.lifenetwork.ca/"&gt;Life Network&lt;/a&gt;, to be exact; and on the show was two lists of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I share them with you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Sexy Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Love letters&lt;br /&gt;9. Guitars&lt;br /&gt;8. Silk&lt;br /&gt;7. Perfume&lt;br /&gt;6. Candles&lt;br /&gt;5. Sports Cars&lt;br /&gt;4. Banana&lt;br /&gt;3. Long Hair&lt;br /&gt;2. The Tango&lt;br /&gt;1. A Jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Sexiest Things To Wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;9. T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;8. Suit&lt;br /&gt;7. Evening Dress&lt;br /&gt;6. Tuxedo&lt;br /&gt;5. Boots&lt;br /&gt;4. Black Leather Jacket&lt;br /&gt;3. Stilettos&lt;br /&gt;2. Corset&lt;br /&gt;1. Lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with most of them, but certainly not all of them (Banana? I mean, I see the sexual innuendo, but it certainly wouldn't make &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; top ten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to thinking... what &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; make my top ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nez's Top Ten List of Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10.  Erotica &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103522/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red Shoe Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tuxedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Bubble baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Leather Jackets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. White Navy Uniforms &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/ltdavis/Images/whites.GIF"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello Sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Cologne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Love Notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113187863092617641?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113187863092617641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113187863092617641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113187863092617641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113187863092617641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/11/sexinezz.html' title='Sexinezz'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113138837875311992</id><published>2005-11-07T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:38:11.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dear meeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;- Evening with Adam! (&lt;em&gt;Woot! Time with best friend!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - Slept in, finished my book (&lt;em&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha = Teh Awesome!&lt;/em&gt;). Traditional birthday lunch at the Mongolie Grill, yummy dessert at the Marble Slab. Start of birthday party (&lt;em&gt;so much Firefly!!&lt;/em&gt;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; - Finished all of Firefly, got to bed at 8 am. Woke up at 2. Hung out with D &amp; KJ for a while. Headed home, bathed. Dinner with parents. Fell asleep later on couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; - don't go to work, instead go for massage, meet Scotty, go for lunch, have mystery birthday suprise with Scotty in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to my party, I had a great time (&lt;em&gt;and thanks for the presents *blush*&lt;/em&gt;). Extra thanks to D &amp;amp; KJ for hosting my party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113138837875311992?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113138837875311992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113138837875311992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113138837875311992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113138837875311992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthdaze.html' title='Birthdaze'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-113021731934986970</id><published>2005-10-24T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:16:22.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Feels Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you love something, let it go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it loves you, it will come back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm back... you're back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I love you, Scotty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-113021731934986970?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/113021731934986970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=113021731934986970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113021731934986970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/113021731934986970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/10/nez-feels-loved.html' title='Nez Feels Loved'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112978981937368483</id><published>2005-10-19T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:42:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Loves Chocolate!!</title><content type='html'>Backstory: I have a day-at-a-time calendar. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day-at-a-time calendar. It's full of quotes and trivia and delicious pictures of chocolate. And I save the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 13&lt;br /&gt;"Will hiding in a cabin with stockpiled chocolate goods be any part of this plan?"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Xander, from the television series &lt;strong&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9&lt;br /&gt;"Researchers discovered… similarities between [chocolate and marijuana], but can't remember what they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Matt Lauer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 18&lt;br /&gt;"Forget love… I'd rather fall in chocolate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 18&lt;br /&gt;"Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Miranda Ingram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112978981937368483?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112978981937368483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112978981937368483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112978981937368483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112978981937368483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/10/nez-loves-chocolate.html' title='Nez Loves Chocolate!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112857877228553075</id><published>2005-10-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:06:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek-ifize!</title><content type='html'>If the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371724/"&gt;Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy &lt;/a&gt;has taught me anything it's that dolphins are among the smartest animals on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I say we re-write the old saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/stories/s1473208.htm"&gt;"The Geek shall inherit the Earth."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112857877228553075?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112857877228553075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112857877228553075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112857877228553075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112857877228553075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/10/geek-ifize.html' title='Geek-ifize!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112754903277547308</id><published>2005-09-24T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:03:52.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzies!</title><content type='html'>So I've been a little stress bunny the past few weeks. But I had a really positive experience tonight and I wanted to keep the good feeling going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm offering up the warm fuzzies!! Custom made just for you!&lt;br /&gt;The steps are simple:&lt;br /&gt;1. Place a comment asking for a warm fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Check back later and read your warm fuzzy from Nez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be easier! (Well, maybe it could; but I think this is easy enough.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112754903277547308?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112754903277547308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112754903277547308' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112754903277547308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112754903277547308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuzzies.html' title='Fuzzies!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112714649222607341</id><published>2005-09-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:14:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She'z A Fine Ship!</title><content type='html'>Yar!&lt;br /&gt;In Honour of &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/"&gt;International Talk Like a Pirate Day&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out an got me a new Pirating name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; border:1px #320 solid; background-color:#c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:#320;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Red Anne Bonney&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:#320;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:#f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112714649222607341?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112714649222607341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112714649222607341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112714649222607341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112714649222607341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/shez-fine-ship.html' title='She&apos;z A Fine Ship!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112688489436126612</id><published>2005-09-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:34:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elloodium Z-25 Cake AtTacker</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna use it, I just wanna own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apictureperfectwedding.com/ppw583.htm"&gt;This is so tacky!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;Still collecting songs!&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/tunez.html"&gt;Previous Post&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112688489436126612?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112688489436126612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112688489436126612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112688489436126612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112688489436126612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/elloodium-z-25-cake-attacker.html' title='Elloodium Z-25 Cake AtTacker'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112663835641275448</id><published>2005-09-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:05:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunez!!</title><content type='html'>O.k. the time has come to build another CD. So I'm gonna do a little survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your favorite driving tune(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my comments page! I want lots of suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready... GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112663835641275448?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112663835641275448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112663835641275448' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112663835641275448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112663835641275448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/tunez.html' title='Tunez!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112607773278963980</id><published>2005-09-07T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:22:12.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!! Nez Has Posted a Really Long Entry!</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; entry isn't long, but the link leads there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nezbitt101in1001.blogspot.com/2005/09/87-500-things.html"&gt;500 Things You Might Not Know About Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112607773278963980?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112607773278963980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112607773278963980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112607773278963980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112607773278963980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/09/warning-nez-has-posted-really-long.html' title='Warning!! Nez Has Posted a Really Long Entry!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112546602774148315</id><published>2005-08-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:27:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Maze of Stress</title><content type='html'>I'm so stressed right now I can't even think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like screaming at the top of my lungs from a very high building,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALRIGHT WORLD! YOU WIN! I GET IT! YOU NEVER WANT ME TO TAKE ANOTHER VACATION EVER AGAIN!!! FINE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too damn hard to come back and deal with everything all at once. And all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel the icy glare of the Ninja on me. He's heard all this before and probably can't believe he's hearing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to deal, I'm going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I love you, Scotty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112546602774148315?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112546602774148315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112546602774148315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112546602774148315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112546602774148315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting-maze-of-stress.html' title='An Interesting Maze of Stress'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112533301739805469</id><published>2005-08-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:30:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Can't Help Herself!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is &lt;/strong&gt;doing what she does best: raising the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; way cooler than buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; not the only one who has developed in a major three-dimensional way through seven novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANITA is&lt;/strong&gt; calibrated to simultaneously monitor 32 gaseous contaminants at low parts per million levels in the cabin atmosphere without changing the physical or chemical properties of the gas sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; a graduate of Furman University with a double major in French and Harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; erg boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; in a brilliant print of toned floral pinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita is&lt;/strong&gt; still in the hospital until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's more than five.  But I don't care, it's funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112533301739805469?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112533301739805469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112533301739805469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112533301739805469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112533301739805469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/nez-cant-help-herself.html' title='Nez Can&apos;t Help Herself!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112447480110465725</id><published>2005-08-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:06:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Stop Me From Taking These Testz!</title><content type='html'>Pretty accurate except for the cheating one... I swear Scottybomb, that one is totally off!&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112447480110465725?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112447480110465725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112447480110465725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112447480110465725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112447480110465725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/somebody-stop-me-from-taking-these.html' title='Somebody Stop Me From Taking These Testz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112429596170490474</id><published>2005-08-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:26:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I've said it once... I've said it a thouzand times.</title><content type='html'>The Zombies are coming... and they're coming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;Official Survivor&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Congratulations! You scored 79%! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere. Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/mt_pics/773/773812361575599080/5349989821747660792-3.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=80 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=70 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;53%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;survivalpoints&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5349989821747660792'&gt;The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=773812361575599080'&gt;ci8db4uok&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112429596170490474?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112429596170490474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112429596170490474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112429596170490474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112429596170490474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-ive-said-it-once-ive-said-it.html' title='If I&apos;ve said it once... I&apos;ve said it a thouzand times.'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112360438520235611</id><published>2005-08-09T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:22:51.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Takes Another Test...</title><content type='html'>I knew it!! SWEET!!! &lt;br /&gt;(You have to scroll down, for some reason this thing takes up a poopload of space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;Swedish Chef!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You scored 64 Mood and 74 Energy! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are happy and energetic. People just love being around you and your infectious energy. You're good at entertaining people without even trying, and you make a mean lutefiske. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/122/930/12393041114106859523/mt1114351454.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=87 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=63 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;58%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Mood&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=119 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=31 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;79%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Energy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=18184179697131123542'&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=12393041114106859523'&gt;TheLadyEve&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112360438520235611?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112360438520235611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112360438520235611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112360438520235611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112360438520235611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/nez-takes-another-test.html' title='Nez Takes Another Test...'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112300016085130193</id><published>2005-08-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:29:20.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egadz!! So much weekend!!</title><content type='html'>I think I need a vacation now to recover from the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did K-days Friday night, went on rides, played skee-ball. I had a bear won for me! &lt;a href="http://scottybomb1001.blogspot.com/2005/07/42-43-totally-done.html"&gt;We named him Duck&lt;/a&gt; (also crossed something off my list, but we won't go there). Went to the Heritage Festival with ScottyBomb, then out to the lake for the rest of the weekend with his family (much drinking was involved). Came home, tended to the sunburn, tried to get some work done (with moderate success), piled into Honey (who has decided to make a new unhealthy noise) and went off to the movies and made it home just in time to catch the last 20 minutes of my TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, Dr. Teeth scored me more &lt;a href="http://www.onipress.com/freecomic/barryween-1.pdf"&gt;Barry Ween&lt;/a&gt;. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112300016085130193?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112300016085130193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112300016085130193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112300016085130193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112300016085130193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/08/egadz-so-much-weekend.html' title='Egadz!! So much weekend!!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112196282074658932</id><published>2005-07-21T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:21:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nez Takes a Test!</title><content type='html'>So I took the personality defect test from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/jugglepants/4517.html"&gt;Jugglepants&lt;/a&gt;'s LiveJournal (who got it from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/human_loser/"&gt;human_loser&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hippie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;You are 42% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are the Hippie! Characterized by a strong sense of extroversion, irrationality, gentleness, and humility, you no doubt frolic through fields preaching peace and love to all! You are probably either very spiritual or needlessly paranoid about "the man", like most hippies, as a result of your focus on intuition and feelings over cold, brutal logic. You are also very, very social. And like any hippie, who would have no qualms about hitchiking across the country just to meet some interesting people, you too love to interact with others, even complete strangers. Because we know most any hippie is peace-loving and humble, it stands to reason that you, as well, are terribly gentle and humble, almost to the point of revulsion. Your carefree attitude of peace and harmony is probably very, very sickening to realists or cynics or anyone who isn't a hippie, to tell the truth. In short, your personality is defective because you are overly emotional, extroverted, gentle, and humble--thus making you an annoying hippie. And you listen to psychadelic rock and smoke a whole lot of pot. Okay, maybe not, but I wouldn't be surprised if you did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. &lt;p&gt;2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. &lt;p&gt;3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. &lt;p&gt;4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh. Who knew?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Also, I realized my comments section was not allowing anonymous comments. I fixed that. Feel free to comment to your hearts content, people!!***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112196282074658932?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112196282074658932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112196282074658932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112196282074658932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112196282074658932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/07/nez-takes-test.html' title='Nez Takes a Test!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112135944397621288</id><published>2005-07-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:44:03.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Stupid People Among Us</title><content type='html'>Why would anyone do &lt;a href="http://www.kimdutoit.com/ee/index.php/rant/single/moron_of_the_year/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112135944397621288?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112135944397621288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112135944397621288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112135944397621288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112135944397621288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/07/ze-stupid-people-among-us.html' title='Ze Stupid People Among Us'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112127196795201177</id><published>2005-07-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:26:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz... huh?</title><content type='html'>3 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zzzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thump thump thump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (gaining coherence) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie: Hey. (Joining me in bed) I've got news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie: &lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right everyone! I am once again the proud aunt of a little bundle of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 12, at 11:27 pm, weighing in at 7 lbs 5 oz, a new little soul joined us.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Tristan Gabriel Huisman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112127196795201177?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112127196795201177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112127196795201177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112127196795201177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112127196795201177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/07/zzzzzz-huh.html' title='Zzzzzz... huh?'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112075489656337359</id><published>2005-07-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:48:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Suckz!</title><content type='html'>It's no secret to anyone that I hate moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being settled, with everything in it's place and not stuck in a box somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate my basement... and my bedroom. Full of boxes that I haven't unpacked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, (thankfully!) it's not me! It's &lt;a href="http://scottybomb.blogspot.com/"&gt;ScottyBomb&lt;/a&gt;. Fortunately, I deal much better with someone else's moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take Possession Day&lt;/span&gt;! This weekend is the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bring The Rest Of The Crap Home Weekend&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait," she said, dripping with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't mind. It's the girlfriendly duty; part of that being in love thing. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; the least I could do. He's helped me move. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there's booze involved, because I hate moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112075489656337359?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112075489656337359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112075489656337359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112075489656337359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112075489656337359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/07/moving-suckz.html' title='Moving Suckz!'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-112045521534224861</id><published>2005-07-03T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:33:35.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Dayz of ScottyBomb</title><content type='html'>So we have just finished the 2nd annual 4-Day Date.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, around Canada Day, I happened to have an extra-long long weekend. So &lt;a href="http://scottybomb.blogspot.com/"&gt;ScottyBomb &lt;/a&gt;and I decided to visit some of the Edmonton attractions. We hit the &lt;a href="http://www.odyssium.com/"&gt;Oddyssium&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.vredmonton.com/muttart.html"&gt;Muttart Conservatory&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.abheritage.ca/abnature/partners/pma.htm"&gt;Provincial Museum&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.buildingthevalleyzoo.com/"&gt;Valley Zoo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fortedmontonpark.com/"&gt;Ft. Edmonton Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same thing this year. Of course, there have been some name changes:  the &lt;a href="http://www.odyssium.com/"&gt;Oddyssium&lt;/a&gt; is now the &lt;a href="http://www.odyssium.com/"&gt;Telus World of Science &lt;/a&gt;(or as I like to call it, the Telus-is-Trying-to-Buy-Edmonton-Building) and, thanks to the Royal Visit, the &lt;a href="http://www.abheritage.ca/abnature/partners/pma.htm"&gt;Provincial Museum &lt;/a&gt;is now the &lt;a href="http://www.edmontonplus.ca/portal/profile.do?profileID=34665"&gt;Royal Museum of Alberta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the weather was nice. I managed to avoid sunburn everywhere except my forehead, so I wasn't feeling so hot (no pun intended) the other night. But we had a good time. Took some pictures, ate some ice cream, bought some &lt;a href="http://www.giantmicrobes.com/"&gt;funny presents &lt;/a&gt;for each other (I got to cross &lt;a href="http://nezbitt101in1001.blogspot.com/2005/07/52-buddha-buddha.html"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; of my &lt;a href="http://nezbitt101in1001.blogspot.com/"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt;!). ScottyBomb bought me &lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/kenya/"&gt;Kenya&lt;/a&gt; at the zoo! It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's become an annual thing now, I can't wait for next year! Maybe we'll have time to add something else to the list of places. I'll post some pictures as soon as I get them off my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***The following paragraph is full of mushy-lovey stuff. You have been warned***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent the entire weekend being completely smitten. You know that feeling you get at the beginning of a relationship? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's when your eyes are kind of glazed over and you find yourself saying things like, "You should watch him breathe, he's so good at it." When everyone within a 15 foot radius gets a toothache from the two of you, &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;smit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then your brain regains control and you turn into a normal human being again and (hopefully) start building connections and feelings that go deeper than that. ScottyBomb and I have been dating almost 1 1/2 years; we've already done that whole "honeymoon" phase, moved on and now have a wonderful, loving relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this weekend was different. It was smit all over again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMIT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; More than once I caught myself staring at him thinking, "He's &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think I could stop loving this guy if I tried. He's my sexy, blonde-surfer-hair, wrestlin'-lovin', game-playing &lt;em&gt;geek &lt;/em&gt;and I love him with all I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***Mushy part over.  Thank you***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So the long weekend was great, but now I have to sleep. It's back to the grind bright and early tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll be early, but I refuse to be bright!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-112045521534224861?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/112045521534224861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=112045521534224861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112045521534224861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/112045521534224861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/07/4-dayz-of-scottybomb.html' title='4 Dayz of ScottyBomb'/><author><name>Nezbitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01150375124998924551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/163/tek061023552646lo2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11216634.post-111990804320498793</id><published>2005-06-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:34:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz... Zzzzzzzz..</title><content type='html'>I'm still not 100% sure why "Z" is the letter of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. I should have taken a nap at D!'s last night, instead of watching the PPV. If I would have known I would be out that late, I would have left earlier, or not gone at all. I'm a walking zombie today. It's hot in the office and I'm tired. That's never a good combination. I need to have something cool &amp; take a nap when I get home. My &lt;a href="http://www.showcase.ca/queerasfolk/"&gt;show&lt;/a&gt; is on tonight, and I need to be awake for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get a healthy start on my new &lt;a href="http://www.zelda.com/minishcap/launch/index.html"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt;! Can't wait to finish it! Maybe I'll get some play in tonight... I'll be that much closer to crossing something off my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough mindless drivel. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11216634-111990804320498793?l=nezbitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/feeds/111990804320498793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11216634&amp;postID=111990804320498793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/111990804320498793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11216634/posts/default/111990804320498793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezbitt.blogspot.com/2005/06/zzzzzz-zzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz... 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