<?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-6664263</id><updated>2011-10-02T07:59:51.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where all the calculators go</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog for the absent minded</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-3410859351714186658</id><published>2007-03-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:24:57.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I returnethed!!</title><content type='html'>Blogger is confusing me, and it's late so this is in totally random order. So tada, I have done things, though god knows when or in what chronological order. Maybe that adds some mystery? Am I mysterious? Alright... cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO8OzZcRAI/AAAAAAAAABE/GS77eR_gq3w/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO8OzZcRAI/AAAAAAAAABE/GS77eR_gq3w/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040579370458825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the planitarium and it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO72TZcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7o45SUPOXMw/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO72TZcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7o45SUPOXMw/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040578949552030706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture from Nina's (girl with crown) birthday. I include it because it proves I have a black friend, Mecca (the black one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO7RDZcQ-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OlMRGSJMDfI/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO7RDZcQ-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OlMRGSJMDfI/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040578309601903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friend Kellan and I bonded by beating Aladin. The only game ever which I am better than him at. Except scrabble. And I'm betting tetris (I just have a hunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO6rzZcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uLCgTZfbfq0/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO6rzZcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uLCgTZfbfq0/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040577669651776466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dwight Schrute has been compromised. Surrender 50 dollars and destroy your phone."&lt;br /&gt;We held our friends bobble head randsome. It was glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO4rTZcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sn63SM94kPQ/s1600-h/n94805050_30575736_5566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO4rTZcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sn63SM94kPQ/s320/n94805050_30575736_5566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040575462038586258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a very old Fort Mac picture which I lifted off of Collins facebook. 4 boys and someone with boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO6EjZcQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fHzZvSvTNjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO6EjZcQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fHzZvSvTNjQ/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040576995341910978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old, cold orgami penguin. Feel his pain. It's arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO5oDZcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PunSbAFtEpE/s1600-h/n21000663_31586516_5413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO5oDZcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PunSbAFtEpE/s320/n21000663_31586516_5413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040576505715639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO45jZcQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FP_i2oBBePg/s1600-h/n21000663_31586518_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO45jZcQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FP_i2oBBePg/s320/n21000663_31586518_6054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040575706851722146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pictures before a night out. God knows which night, but a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-3410859351714186658?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/3410859351714186658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=3410859351714186658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/3410859351714186658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/3410859351714186658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-returnethed.html' title='I returnethed!!'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mL6LgrZDX2E/RfO8OzZcRAI/AAAAAAAAABE/GS77eR_gq3w/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-115964797969213417</id><published>2006-09-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:45:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're lucky I didn't take pictures of my math books</title><content type='html'>Hey hey! These are just a few snippets from the last month and a bit. It's a little shocking how little I have taken the camera out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P1130178.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P1130178.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was back home before school, and Mike was still in the country, the 4 of us went camping on Gabriolla Island. And Mel put a starfish on her head. Rock on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P1130179.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P1130179.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were there they were all like "Hey Kelly, you're a Geology student, what formed these pocky bits in the rock". And I was like.. "fucked if I know". But now I know! It was caused by salt weathering. Take that biotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P1220182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P1220182.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my awesome roomies in the stairwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2060185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2060185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and Chantelle in front of the coolest giant bear statue I've seen so far. Tremble with fear before Darth Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2100189.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2100189.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out last week, and I made a friend represent the Fort Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2120190.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2120190.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs were snuggling.... I think it's cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2120194.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2120194.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a "hick" party last night, so Hailey dressed up as a preggo and waddled around all night. Strangest part of all? People still hit on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it, that's all. I swear my life isn't as dull as that made it seem :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-115964797969213417?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/115964797969213417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=115964797969213417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115964797969213417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115964797969213417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-lucky-i-didnt-take-pictures-of.html' title='You&apos;re lucky I didn&apos;t take pictures of my math books'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-115483322884931021</id><published>2006-08-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:53:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco and beyond</title><content type='html'>Better late than never, right? Here are a few pictures from my San Fran trip, plus random things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5270116.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5270116.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture taken in San Fran, in front of a giant heart. Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280121.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdancers against drugs or something like that. He was doing spinny things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280125.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px 'src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280125.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of Alcatraz as we ferried up to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280134.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280134.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the awesomest part of the trip: The ZOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280139.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280139.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280143.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280143.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5280153.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5280153.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5290159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5290159.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch the World Cup finals in little Italy and it was crazy. We were stuck on the opposite side of the road from the TV, and there was a larger reaction when a bus drove by than when France scored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5300161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5300161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! The one, the only, Dadaist toilet. Because it's not just germ infested porceline... it's art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P6020169.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P6020169.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from San Fran, this is Alex and I being lame. It takes a lot of effort for us to be lame, because it is such a stretch from our natural state. That state being coolness obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P6060173.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P6060173.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Calgary for the stampede and saw MC HAMMER. This picture is crap, but just know it is a crap picture of MC HAMMER and be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P1040174.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P1040174.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went down to Edmonton a few weekends back, and I went to see Ani Difranco. But I didn't get pictures of that. What I did get pictures of is us at the science center. Rock on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P1040175.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P1040175.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my Fort Mac pictures! Back to the west coast for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-115483322884931021?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/115483322884931021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=115483322884931021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115483322884931021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115483322884931021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2006/08/san-francisco-and-beyond.html' title='San Francisco and beyond'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-115127461212496946</id><published>2006-06-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T06:59:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month (in 7 pictures)</title><content type='html'>Woot for never taking the bloody camera out! Here are the pictures I have managed to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5010082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5010082.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here we have Alex. What you don't see is the look of horror on Chris' face when he walked into the washroom and saw his rugby buddy taking a BUBBLE BATH. Mmm.. effeminate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5010084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5010084.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rugby boys wearing spandex at the waterpark bar (West Ed Mall). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5010086.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5010086.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rugby boys wearing spandex and hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5140093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5140093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now to last weekend and the co-op pub crawl. We were way to cool to socialize with the masses, so we did our own pub crawl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5140108.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5140108.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mike totally forgot picking Rachel up. But she remembered.. and she will get her revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5140109.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5140109.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Red Vs White biotches! (Also, incidentally, boys vs girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5140110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5140110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We're too cool for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-115127461212496946?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/115127461212496946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=115127461212496946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115127461212496946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/115127461212496946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2006/06/month-in-7-pictures.html' title='A month (in 7 pictures)'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-114581846305041063</id><published>2006-04-23T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:29:08.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halfway point</title><content type='html'>So I figured it was about time to put up some new pictures. Show you how I've grown and matured... and show you the kegger we had last Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2140038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2140038.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is from about a month ago. Alex and I deepfried some marsbars to great, delicious success.. Mmmm... I want some now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2270042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2270042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now we jump up a few weeks to a BBQ which was held at the other student housing complex. This is Dan. He is snazzy and wearing my shoe, which can only add to the snazziness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2270052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2270052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bill and Liz you've been introduced to before. This is Bills drunk face.. Notice the squinty, unevenly opened eyes. They are a trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2270055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P2270055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me looking pretty confused in Bernies arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P3120068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P3120068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now we make it to the Kegger! I'm not really sure what the rules are behind boat races, but they don't look like much fun to do. Fun to watch,  but not fun to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P3120072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P3120072.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the group of people who were to wimpy to go outside and brave the cold on Friday night. I don't judge though; I was one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ech, a bit of a lazy update, but hey... I'm lazy! And besides, I'm doing this from work so I feel just a titch bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-114581846305041063?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/114581846305041063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=114581846305041063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/114581846305041063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/114581846305041063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2006/04/halfway-point.html' title='halfway point'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-113849104730263609</id><published>2006-01-28T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:55:12.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight for your right</title><content type='html'>At last! What you have been dying to see (don't lie)! Pictures of Fort Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110007.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110007.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin with Liz. Hello Liz, how are you? I'm good as well, thank you for asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bill, Liz's boyfriend. The accompanying tounge belongs to one Danderson. Bill got "rock star loaded". Or maybe it should be rawk star.. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Billdo and Danderson. I think maybe Liz should be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one which isn't Liz is Mike. Without this guy, and another bloke named Dave that wasn't out last night, I would actually be forced to WORK all day. Thank god for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alex. I accidentally punched him trying to get him to be in the picture.. oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, me, Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P5110022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/400/P5110022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enternal gentelman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-113849104730263609?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/113849104730263609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=113849104730263609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113849104730263609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113849104730263609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2006/01/fight-for-your-right.html' title='fight for your right'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-113254910823267385</id><published>2005-11-20T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:21:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday like water</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from the Blue Parrot.. or Two Parrot... one of those. The picture taking thankfully didn't start until AFTER we left East Hastings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_1025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_1025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_1027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_1027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_1030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_1030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_1033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_1033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_1035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_1035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-113254910823267385?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/113254910823267385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=113254910823267385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113254910823267385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113254910823267385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-like-water.html' title='Birthday like water'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-113254900811039514</id><published>2005-11-20T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:08:24.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>Halloween in Vanier. I was so excited about my costume that I refused to tell anyone what I would me. It's true what they say though; flowers do have more fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_0926.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_0926.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_0941.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_0941.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_0959.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_0959.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you could have SWORN that was an actual flower. My powers of disguise are strong indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_0960.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_0960.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hairiest girl I've ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/IMG_0962.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/IMG_0962.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is my shining moment. The inevitable part of a drunken night: When I steel stupid shit. In this case wings, a ukulele, and handcuffs. Don't worry though, I put the ukulele back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-113254900811039514?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/113254900811039514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=113254900811039514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113254900811039514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113254900811039514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/11/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-113047168334286746</id><published>2005-10-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:09:36.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn your wedding browns</title><content type='html'>I was in Ottawa last weekend to watch my cousin get hitched. It was good times. Good, sleep deprived, times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my few free hours wandering around Ottawa looking for cool places. Walking past the parliment I tried to play it cool, because I am so not a tourist.. I'm better than all that. Well, I finally gave in and just took the damn picture. Tada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2030278.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/P2030278.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the cerimony I tried to capture the moment. Instead I captured Dee-Dee's head. Oh, and Dee-Dee is my Grandpa for those of you not in the family nicknames loop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2030279.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/P2030279.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt during the general milling about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2030280.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/P2030280.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my picture of the bride. I took a few, all equally aweful. She is the one in white and Mark, the groom, is to the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2030281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/P2030281.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and cousin with drinks in hand. After one cider my cousin was feeling it. Meanwhile I am sober into my umpteenth rum and coke (and not to pleased about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2040282.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/480/P2040282.jpg'&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/6664263-113047168334286746?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/113047168334286746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=113047168334286746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113047168334286746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/113047168334286746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/10/dawn-your-wedding-browns.html' title='Dawn your wedding browns'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112778274588569377</id><published>2005-09-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:11:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanier's Finest</title><content type='html'>This Saturday was graffiti night, and there was much fun had. I will let the pictures do the rest of the speeking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0797.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0797.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0803.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0803.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0806.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0806.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0807.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0807.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0808.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0808.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0809.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0809.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0811.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0811.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0815.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0815.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I loved this guy last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0817.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0817.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0816.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0816.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Miguel (above) and Nick (bellow) are soul mates.. yet for somereason they weren't pleased when I tried to make them kiss... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/IMG_0819.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/IMG_0819.jpg'&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/6664263-112778274588569377?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112778274588569377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112778274588569377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112778274588569377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112778274588569377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/09/vaniers-finest.html' title='Vanier&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112603954928429550</id><published>2005-09-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:03:54.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me shank ya</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Mel's going away QV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9020271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9020271.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl and I did the classic picture of a picture picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9020272.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9020272.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bob in this one. He is so happy! The readhead guy was super cool. I believe his name was Jay, but I KNOW he was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9020274.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9020274.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last picture of Mel for a year! How sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9020273.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9020273.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best cat in the world. I always want to call him gizmo, but no, this is cosmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9030275.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9030275.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James forces a smile for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9030276.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9030276.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor doesn't put in quite as much effort, but his blank drooling stare is just as perty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9030277.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9030277.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a photo scavenger hunt yesterday, and these are two of the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9050280.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9050280.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P9050285.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P9050285.jpg'&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/6664263-112603954928429550?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112603954928429550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112603954928429550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112603954928429550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112603954928429550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-make-me-shank-ya.html' title='Don&apos;t make me shank ya'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112559179943362547</id><published>2005-09-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:42:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun without Rays</title><content type='html'>And lo, there was organization, and it was good. This post gets the time between class and lunch, so you know it is going to be standup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130209.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the creepy equadorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130206.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130206.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130210.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130210.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was the first time down to the campfire. Later on, Ethan broke out the harmonicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130211.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130211.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8130212.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8130212.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deflated basketball hackey sak. In sandals. Because I'm H-core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8150214.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8150214.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8150219.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8150219.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8150223.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8150223.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is a moose!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8160225.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8160225.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8170227.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8170227.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Dans first day we found this dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8170228.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8170228.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We didn't want the beavers to have all the fun, so we built this dam/bridge for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8180230.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8180230.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8190234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8190234.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8200235.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8200235.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Told you it was cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8210238.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8210238.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are the coreshackers working on their croquette while us samplers toil away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8210239.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8210239.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8240241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8240241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Woot for helacopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8260242.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8260242.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8270243.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8270243.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It may look nice, but it was a hellish swamp. I tried to campture the evil, but it didn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290244.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290244.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290245.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290245.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290246.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290246.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290251.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290251.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was our drilling mountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290254.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290254.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A birds eye view of camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290255.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290255.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290257.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290257.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And this is the last campfire. Notice how much darker it is than the first campfire? They were both taken at about 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290258.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290258.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8290259.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8290259.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8300260.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8300260.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8300261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8300261.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Napping on my last day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8300270.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8300270.jpg'&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/6664263-112559179943362547?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112559179943362547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112559179943362547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112559179943362547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112559179943362547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/09/sun-without-rays_01.html' title='Sun without Rays'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112294911603932612</id><published>2005-08-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:18:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/P8010015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/P8010015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the coolest thing I have EVER drawn. Even better than Cthulhu. It is a blattent rip-off of youyesyou... but who cares. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Spock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-112294911603932612?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112294911603932612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112294911603932612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112294911603932612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112294911603932612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-coolest-thing-i-have-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112284390924389088</id><published>2005-07-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:26:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waste of time</title><content type='html'>So one day I was all bord and stuff right. And I was thinking about symmetry and how it is related to beauty and artistic ideals and blah blah blah. I was on a physics kick and was intrigued by the idea of symmetry having to spontaniously break in order to form the imperfect world we live in. Not to say that I am no longer interested in it, I have just found other useless things to ponder in my spare time. Right, but the point was that while on this symmetry kick I began to wonder how symmetrical I was.. and then I decided to make myself symmetrical. SO... tada!! this is the new, improved, symmetrical via microsoft paint, Kelly! One of them is my left side, the other is my right side. Please don't ask me to know the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/comp2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/comp2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/comp1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/comp1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my artistic contribution to this post. The rest of this stuff is from a guy with &lt;a href="http://allmenlikebirdsmustdie"&gt;mad skills&lt;/a&gt;. I just wanted to put it up so that I wouldn't loose the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/11retarded.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/11retarded.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/1024/loves1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/480/loves1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/unicorns.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/unicorns.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/walrus.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/walrus.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one is my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-112284390924389088?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112284390924389088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112284390924389088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112284390924389088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112284390924389088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/07/waste-of-time.html' title='waste of time'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-112122758643433956</id><published>2005-07-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:19:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People of the world: Unite!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here is the deal. I am uber lame, and took a grand total of 5 pictures the entire weekend. Just rest assured that it was awesome, and look at my multiple pictures of Kris Demenor, because that is all I have. Other highlights were TOFU, Diamond Joe White, Bo Diddly, and... LADYSMITH BLACK MOMBAZO! *spelt incorrectly?* Basically, I suck for not having taken pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7090198.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7090198.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the Woodland Stage. It was a good place to sit down and read to some good music for the most part. At this particular performance, however, it was difficult to find a bare peice of earth anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7090202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7090202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This was, I think, the best part of the weekend. It was stinking hot and raining at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7090201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7090201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A closeup of Kris in the sun/rain. Also, though you can't see it, his pants are fantastic black and white checkerd things. I was considering making a bid for them, but I didn't have Bob to help me out. Besides, I had no man-pants on hand to trade him for. Excellent pants though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7090203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7090203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And lastly (and coincidentally leastly), my sister in same sun/rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I think you fully grasp the entire weekends fun from those 4 pictures. Job well done Kelly, job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-112122758643433956?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/112122758643433956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=112122758643433956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112122758643433956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/112122758643433956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/07/people-of-world-unite.html' title='People of the world: Unite!'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111969070227791580</id><published>2005-06-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:11:42.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/robirot.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/robirot.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken the camera out in a LONG time.. so here is a little doodling to tide you over. I give you Robirot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-111969070227791580?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111969070227791580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111969070227791580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111969070227791580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111969070227791580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-havent-taken-camera-out-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111751566495645323</id><published>2005-05-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:24:19.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing one for me</title><content type='html'>Summer and time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5240151.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5240151.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5240153.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5240153.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5240157.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5240157.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5250160.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5250160.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5250161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5250161.jpg'&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/6664263-111751566495645323?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111751566495645323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111751566495645323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111751566495645323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111751566495645323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/05/sing-one-for-me.html' title='Sing one for me'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111751552644011812</id><published>2005-05-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:18:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby baby baby</title><content type='html'>Meet Teerapara, the newest addition to the Octerlowny family. He has the smallest hands, and no teeth. I like kids when they are in that amusingly gimpy stage. I was trying to make Candice scared of him by mentioning how he resembles a midgit, but she was having none of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5140142.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5140142.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5140146.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5140146.jpg'&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/6664263-111751552644011812?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111751552644011812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111751552644011812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111751552644011812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111751552644011812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-baby-baby.html' title='baby baby baby'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111568080853534611</id><published>2005-05-09T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:20:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/leg_art2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/leg_art2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look mom, I am a tree!! Or at least 1/100th of a tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-111568080853534611?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111568080853534611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111568080853534611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111568080853534611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111568080853534611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/05/look-mom-i-am-tree-or-at-least-1100th.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111553582159524063</id><published>2005-05-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:24:22.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ain't the Summer of Love</title><content type='html'>It was an awesome concert. The type which builds up from basically nothing into a super duper snaz fest. Clearly my explanation does no justice. Here are a shitload of pictures which also do no justice. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David looking like a retard with Darryl in the back; always a good way to start an event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060114.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060114.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson does contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060115.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am David's sidekick in retardedness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060117.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060117.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of two awful pictures of BC/DC. I think the circle was a guitar swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060119.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first BOC picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060120.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was dancing like a retard in front of us... turns out David knows her. Birds of a feather flock together I suppose :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a bunch more BOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060127.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060127.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060133.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060133.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060136.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060136.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060137.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060137.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060138.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060138.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060140.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5060141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5060141.jpg'&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/6664263-111553582159524063?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111553582159524063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111553582159524063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111553582159524063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111553582159524063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-aint-summer-of-love.html' title='This Ain&apos;t the Summer of Love'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111527230515766159</id><published>2005-05-04T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:46:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Gay Turns 19</title><content type='html'>Man, I wish I could think of a less lame way to put all this together, but alas, this is all I have. Way to much free time on our hands... but without further delay... Peter Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030091.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030091.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mr. Peter Gay, the celebrated author of “A Godless Jew” and other cult hits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030059.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030059.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting ‘round coffee one day, Peter got to reminiscing about his 19th birthday. “Ah, what a crazy night” he began his torrid tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We counted down the minutes until I was 19 in front of the liquor store. When at last the clock had struck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… We rushed for the booze…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030060.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030060.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Then rushed straight for the porn shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that top-class business establishment that I first set eyes upon Pinkly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030087.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030087.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Pinkly, my first true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030077.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030077.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we went down to the pier and read the prohibiting signs… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then promptly disobeyed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spine has not yet fully recovered. But nothing could stop me on my 19th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030078.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030078.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with good ol’ Freighty, who had been drinking as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn’t feeling so well.. and come to think of it, I wasn’t either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030080.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030080.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to drive home to a good nights rest. But it wasn’t over yet! Pinkly, my lovely, had a surprise in store for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030088.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030088.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Brian Mulroney, a little heard of politician, but an excellent 1/3 of our threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P5030082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P5030082.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tuckered out, it was to bed with yours truly, and the end of the happiest day of my life.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-111527230515766159?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111527230515766159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111527230515766159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111527230515766159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111527230515766159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/05/mr-gay-turns-19.html' title='Mr. Gay Turns 19'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111223590951492754</id><published>2005-03-30T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:52:25.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turn my camera on</title><content type='html'>This trip to the Island didn't produce many pictures. I really have to start taking the camera out more often. It was a bundle of fun though, as it always is. Now that I am back here, I am doing anything you can think of to distract myself from chemistrty work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3280004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3280004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can sort of see domokun on his belly. Now that I am sober, I think I have to retract my statement that he would make a good metrosexual. That would be a terrible sight, and one which I hope never to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3120034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3120034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3120029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3120029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakin out a lil' Nimoy never hurt no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3120036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3120036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fooseball action at Robson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very braindead right now. My heart is beating to the music. I think it would be awesome to set up an MP3 blog. Unfortunatly ability, creativity, and motivation are holding me back.. but otherwise... booyea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-111223590951492754?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111223590951492754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111223590951492754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-turn-my-camera-on.html' title='I turn my camera on'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-111013730374797168</id><published>2005-03-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:05:40.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absinth makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>It was a very, very good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3050010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3050010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; James gets aquainted with res&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3050011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3050011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you caption something like this?? Hailey looking crazy with a bottle of Absinth. I think that is fairly clear from the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3050017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3050017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants in the night. Only add me in.. and remove Chantelle, since she was just watching the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-111013730374797168?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/111013730374797168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=111013730374797168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111013730374797168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/111013730374797168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/03/absinth-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absinth makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-110955826236301404</id><published>2005-02-27T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:37:42.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/Splash%2520Page.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/Splash%2520Page.jpg'&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/6664263-110955826236301404?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/110955826236301404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=110955826236301404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110955826236301404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110955826236301404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-110728208677511422</id><published>2005-02-01T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:21:26.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3290036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3290036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class well spent. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-110728208677511422?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/110728208677511422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=110728208677511422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110728208677511422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110728208677511422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/02/english-class-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-110478766778815441</id><published>2005-01-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T14:01:51.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You throw like an Athiest</title><content type='html'>Firstly, the portapotty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2200004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2200004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a disgustingly long time to get this photo. Turns out, daylight would have been helpfull. But, here it is - a portapotty on a roof. Kind of makes you feel glad to be alive, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well anyways, with the portapotty out of the way, the rest are from Christmas break. I really wish I had brought my 128 chip but Nooo, silly bugger that I am, I only brought my 16. So these are only from 2 days of the break. There were far more joyful times. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2220008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2220008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh James, how I love thee!! We spent hours making gingerbread, and this was our glorious outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2220009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2220009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh peter, how I love thee! he doesn't look very impressed with the gingerbread either.... hmm. a trend perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2220015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2220015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile people!!! where is your christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2220011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2220011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.... the beauty which is the ginger bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2240018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2240018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel sort of terrible putting this after the ginger bread... it is SLIGHTLY more important, but chronilogical order and all.. Point is, Candie is pregnant! she is doing her darndest to hide her chubby belly here, but you can sort of detect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are on to New Years. I look very pink and drunken in all of the pictures, so for the most part I have tried to avoid those including me. But in this case I was wearing a pirate hat so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up a regular village people with out construction worker, our pirate, and our.... geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we can't forget our 40 year old tourist. PS, look how sassy she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter the pirate (this is after a concerted struggle on his part not to have his photo taken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMCA - see, told you we were the village people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW!! Ok, I don't think I hyperbol (teehee) when I say that looking out and seeing the snow was one of the most.... steriotypically perfect, fairy book type moments I have had. Definitelly in the top 5 New Years of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Peters post-throw scowl. Fear him, for he is Peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P3040034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P3040034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our snowman, gilbert. Ok, so I just gave him a name without consulting the others, but I think they would be pleased. Isn't he beautiful?! Probably number 3 in the top 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-110478766778815441?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/110478766778815441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=110478766778815441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110478766778815441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110478766778815441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-throw-like-athiest.html' title='You throw like an Athiest'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-110230177841475259</id><published>2004-12-05T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:10:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was our last Chemistry class (OMG, I'll miss them so much!) (OMG, I can't belive I just said OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is Courtney looking suitable excited for the adventure.... the adventure to a town I have known for 18 years. Thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bobert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Melbatoast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is Bob's pathetic attempt at looking sad that we couldn't play risk. It comes off as Thug Bob with his pimping system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2040013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2040013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bob and Courtney on Santa's lap. We took a break from the overwhelming music to go to the Deep Cove Christmas Fair (LOVE!) I totally won a wine kit. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I told them to have a "natural conversation" so I think it was something like "Bob, your life is meaningless". I love having teachers who are no longer in charge of you. Now they make even more inappropriate jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I saw this girl on the dance floor, and I said to my friends "Holy shit, look at that girl! she looks like a retard!". Two minutes later.... "holy shit, it's my sister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yea David, well.... I don't like you either!! (please love me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You can't tell from the picture, but he was moshing like no tomorrow. Go Andy, go Andy - go go go Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; James looking as homeless as always :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P2050026.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P2050026.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mel: Where are you going with that banana?&lt;br /&gt;Bob: The bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Why are you taking a banana into the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Fine, I'll leave it here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-110230177841475259?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/110230177841475259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=110230177841475259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110230177841475259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110230177841475259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-was-our-last-chemistry-class-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-110065957173824876</id><published>2004-11-16T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:21:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mommy, you would be so proud! I have FRIENDS!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am so sorry, I haven't been taking the camera out anywhere, and I haven't had much inclination or motivation to write. As you must be able to assume, a lot has happened since I first came here. Most importantly, I know people and am generally less hermitaged than I was. I am not just talking about "than I was at the beginning of the year", I mean than I have ever been. It is sort of inverse to what I had expected and even hoped for out of university, but it is a hell of a lot of fun. I still haven't found quirky folksum - no risk players or history alluders here - but you have to cut your losses. I bought myself a pipe (which come to think of it I will post pictures of shortly), and I have discovered the amazing attraction of boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still no personal narratives to tell unfortunately. There have been one or two moments where I am on the brink of having a romantic life, but they are fleeting. I am doing poorly in the world of academia compared to what I had wished, but I think I will be ok over all. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1010020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1010020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hailey, my super snazzy roommate, doing her super snazzy deliberating rapist look ("to rape, or not to rape, that is the question").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Halloween 2004, forever marked by Alex and his astounding drunkenness. I was pretty annoyed at him - not because it took us hours to get him home, or because of the multiple injuries he caused with his flailing - because he outdid me on the drunken scale ("On a scale of one to ten, I am soooooo drunk")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1010031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1010031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this would be Karl sporting a lovely Leonard Nemoy mask. I sang an inordinate amount of Bilbo Baggins that night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1160001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1160001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now we are back to something slightly more recent. This was on Saturday night, which, incidentally, I was also very drunk for. See a trend? lol, um yes. This is "the gang" plus and minus a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1160007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1160007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this would be gay innuendo at its finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P1160011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P1160011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is Karl *KARL!!!!* and Nick. I am not sure if this is also gay innuendo, or if they are just a little odd... but either works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes your introduction to Res life. If you ran screaming from your computer I would not be shocked. Save yourself, and the brain cells therein contained. Or, alternatively, give into the force as I have, and enjoy the degenerative ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-110065957173824876?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/110065957173824876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=110065957173824876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110065957173824876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/110065957173824876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-mommy-you-would-be-so-proud-i-have.html' title='Oh mommy, you would be so proud! I have FRIENDS!!'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109434936727992877</id><published>2004-09-04T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:47:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/goodbye%20005.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/goodbye%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely picture of myself in the UBC parking lot. I think it captures the natural beauty of UBC quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/goodbye%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/goodbye%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me in my new room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, some pictures of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/goodbye%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/goodbye%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/goodbye%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/goodbye%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/goodbye%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/goodbye%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hugelly dull. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109434936727992877?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109434936727992877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109434936727992877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109434936727992877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109434936727992877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109358820911706913</id><published>2004-08-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:30:09.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/things%20I%20miss%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/200/things%20I%20miss%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Dwarf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109358820911706913?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109358820911706913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109358820911706913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358820911706913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358820911706913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/red-dwarf.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109358819904191814</id><published>2004-08-26T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:29:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/things%20I%20miss%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/200/things%20I%20miss%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109358819904191814?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109358819904191814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109358819904191814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358819904191814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358819904191814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109358814972708090</id><published>2004-08-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:29:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/things%20I%20miss%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/200/things%20I%20miss%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate milk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109358814972708090?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109358814972708090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109358814972708090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358814972708090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109358814972708090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/chocolate-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109332386845687611</id><published>2004-08-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:07:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chubby dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/dan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/dan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I FOUND IT!! I really really did. Wow. You see, I can laugh this hard without feeling crule because I know how he looks now. Why did I not know this Dan? He looks like just the sort of dork I get along famously with. Hehe, well maybe not. Maybe he would have gotten annoyed with my constant giggling about his adorableness. Oooh, this feeling is to good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109332386845687611?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109332386845687611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109332386845687611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109332386845687611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109332386845687611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/chubby-dan.html' title='chubby dan'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109332332443424848</id><published>2004-08-23T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:58:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she pulls died black hair back and sighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/me%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/me%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gar, as you can see, I dyed my hair last night. The results; the dark horror you see before you. It looks very harsh (to say the least). &lt;br /&gt;Are you getting sick of all these pictures of me? yea, me to. I will have to do something about that By venturing out into the light of human contact (oh no, say it ain't so!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109332332443424848?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109332332443424848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109332332443424848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109332332443424848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109332332443424848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/she-pulls-died-black-hair-back-and.html' title='she pulls died black hair back and sighs'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109316532322918303</id><published>2004-08-22T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T02:09:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sundowners</title><content type='html'>Since the happenings around here are few, here is a picture of yours truly to tide you over. The Doo I am sporting is new, as is the snazzy shirt. The Thrifty Foods sticker?  Well, that is to remind you that a smile is in the bag... right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/me%20008.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/me%20008.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to UBC on the fourth. Which also happens to be exactly 2 weeks from now. Needless to say, I am scared out of my giblets. I have been doing a lot of the usual (that translates into nothing), but it has been nice. I found out that my room mate is Hailey Klubie, which is odd. Of all the people at UBC, I get one of the half dozen people I already know as a room mate. It is annoying, but not to bad. She has decent musical taste and a fridge, so I could sure as hell do quite a bit worse :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time before I leave I have a goal - to use my camera a whole heck of a lot more, and to post those hecklings of photos here. Maybe we could have some theme posts. Like "Things which are blue". We will see. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109316532322918303?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109316532322918303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109316532322918303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109316532322918303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109316532322918303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/sundowners.html' title='The Sundowners'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109174542468760986</id><published>2004-08-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:44:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Either/Or</title><content type='html'>He's back, he's back, he's really really back and holly crap am I excited about it. I can't even explain it, knowing he is around just makes everything that little bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/Uni-james%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/Uni-james%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that bad boy. Unshaven and wearing a sleeping shirt. Anyways, I went over to his house today and we did nothing. I watched him clean his room (excitement or what!). The most amusing bit of the day was actually when he was in the washroom. I was looking through his yearbook for a picture of David (trying to explain who David was) and found his grade 9 school photo. It is so amazingly great, and it reminds me of the fabled grade 9 picture of Dan. Same chubby cheeks. God, I need to find that picture.... lol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109174542468760986?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109174542468760986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109174542468760986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109174542468760986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109174542468760986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/eitheror.html' title='Either/Or'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109174499016504701</id><published>2004-08-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:29:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/Uni-james%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/Uni-james%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David showing off his mad skillz on the Unicycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109174499016504701?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109174499016504701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109174499016504701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109174499016504701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109174499016504701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/david-showing-off-his-mad-skillz-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109167733895527169</id><published>2004-08-04T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:49:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken semi-fun!</title><content type='html'>The night was long and eventfull, and these pictures tell little or none of the story... but here they are anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/drunk%20beach%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/drunk%20beach%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin goooooooooooooooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/drunk%20beach%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/drunk%20beach%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurry, but still 'goooooooooooooooooooooooood'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/drunk%20beach%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/drunk%20beach%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and this sums up the entire night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109167733895527169?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109167733895527169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109167733895527169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109167733895527169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109167733895527169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/08/drunken-semi-fun.html' title='Drunken semi-fun!'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-109049199996264195</id><published>2004-07-22T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T03:28:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black hair and the devils bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/me%20002.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/me%20002.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that any old thing can be photographed and made to look fantabulous. At least, it can be if you have the talent to do so. This is just from a Sidney jaunt yesterday night. I went out in order to waste the hours until &lt;a href="http://http://www.familychannel.ca/whatson/minisites/radiofreeroscoe/index1.html"&gt;radio free rosco&lt;/a&gt;, and ended up having a pretty good time all by my lonesome. It is a shame that I WAS by my lonesome, and that I am scheduling my life around television.... but hey, a good time is a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-109049199996264195?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/109049199996264195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=109049199996264195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109049199996264195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/109049199996264195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/07/black-hair-and-devils-bitch_22.html' title='black hair and the devils bitch'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108979099479392830</id><published>2004-07-14T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T00:43:14.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7120017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7120017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't he look like a mermaid? He also looks Asian, but that's besides the point. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108979099479392830?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108979099479392830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108979099479392830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108979099479392830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108979099479392830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/07/doesnt-he-look-like-mermaid-he-also.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108979092424619838</id><published>2004-07-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T00:42:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/P7120012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/P7120012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes. And feet. And legs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108979092424619838?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108979092424619838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108979092424619838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108979092424619838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108979092424619838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-toes.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108962584582625430</id><published>2004-07-12T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T02:50:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/first%20day%20w%20camera%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/first%20day%20w%20camera%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108962584582625430?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108962584582625430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108962584582625430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108962584582625430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108962584582625430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/07/me.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108889831873689355</id><published>2004-07-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:45:18.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/640/The%20mint%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/1242/400/The%20mint%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all good teens, we celebrate graduation by visiting our local members of government. No, seriously...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108889831873689355?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108889831873689355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108889831873689355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108889831873689355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108889831873689355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/07/like-all-good-teens-we-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108459965408972599</id><published>2004-05-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:40:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tounge, twice removed from my face</title><content type='html'>I have been accepted to UBC on the condition that I keep my average above 88%. I am pretty worried about that, since 88% is not a very large dip from 89% and I am bound to fuck something up. I was even more concerned before today when I got my acceptance from UVic. They are a titch less demanding - they want me to keep my average above 79%. I am confident that I could maintain that average without attending another class the entire year, so at least I have a definite fall back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been very eventful, and I would say that they have been very good over all. The 30 hour famine was last weekend, the dance was last night. Both went off excellently. I feel like I have accomplished something this year which I can be proud of, even if it is mostly just by proxy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most exciting development has been the risk club. It is a great way to act out your dictatorial impulses and make new friends. Most notable of the new friends is John, who rocks my socks. I have the fresh feeling of a new group which I get every time. The "why didn't I start this four years ago!" feeling. It will wear thin of course, but right now I shall live it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 30th I am going to Anacortes to see Destroyer at&lt;a href="http://www.departmentofsafety.com"&gt;Department of Safety&lt;/a&gt;, friends or no friends. I am GOING to see them. Nobody fucks with Kelly and her music, not even a fear of social situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108459965408972599?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108459965408972599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108459965408972599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108459965408972599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108459965408972599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-tounge-twice-removed-from-my-face.html' title='My tounge, twice removed from my face'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108183372985570836</id><published>2004-04-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:29:12.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She found Russia</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I have left this thing dormant for so long, my urge for new diversions fizzled off and made the upkeep of another diary a little excessive. I still update this thing more than LJ though, so don't feel snubbed. I have had a very enjoyable Easter long weekend which was occupied mostly with sleeping and reading. However, I did fit a few more social diversions into the weekend. It all began on Thursday... (queue flashback sequence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Bob, and I went to see &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbahotep.com/main.html"&gt;Bubba Ho-Tep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; and it was fabulous. I was near to tears at several points in the movie, that is how movingly Bruce Campbell portrayed Elvis. I have lately been thinking about the emotional effects of growing old, and the movie played on those emotions I have been thinking about. The effects of Alzheimer’s in particular has been on my mind. Bubba Ho-Tep focused more on impotence, but the basic topic base was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the movie we went back to Mel's and did some drugs. That went both well and poorly. It was enjoyable enough that I do not regret doing it, but not enjoyable enough to make me wish to do them again. But then, before this I said I had sworn them off forever, so my convictions now hold very little weight in my actions later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I slept and then forced Melissa to watch Pride and Prejudice. Somehow she managed to be surprised that it is a good movie, but at least she likes it now. Saturday I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and I loved it. I think that it is in a right way to become a favourite of mine. I have been seeing a lot of excellent movies lately, I hope it keeps up! All of a sudden I have a list of favourites where before I had almost nothing. After the movie, I went to Easter dinner at Wanda's. Wanda is a geologist, as are all my mothers friends, and geologist parties are usually pretty fun. Far better than family parties, that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I spent a long time on the internet looking through children’s book illustrations. I came out with some beautiful stuff. This is one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=sharpmath&amp;pid=105796" alt="crow_2" border=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, I am going to let this post fizzle out because I want to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108183372985570836?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108183372985570836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108183372985570836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108183372985570836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108183372985570836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/04/she-found-russia.html' title='She found Russia'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108069749162440829</id><published>2004-03-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:48:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Had</title><content type='html'>I laugh at all those who couldn't figure &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/4556847/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out for themselves. When I saw it, the first thing I thought of was Candice. Her and I have an ongoing argument about smoking vs. drinking. I used to smoke casually, and she was very upset by this because her father died from cancer. And not just ONE cancer, he had everything imaginable. In any case, she had a very good reason to be anti-smoking. However, at the same time, Candice was a raging alcoholic. My father died by the bottle and so I have the same motivation against drinking which she has against smoking. My argument was that though smoking is bad, so is drinking, and that since she does the one she can not reprimand me for doing the other. Candice didn't accept that drinking could be as destructive as smoking, but now the facts are in!! That's right sucka, alcohol is the cause of 4.1% of the worlds poor health, while smoking is the cause of 4%. That is an entire 0.1% lead for my side of the argument. If this were a horse race my stallion would be back in the stall eating carrots while hers was still circling the track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108069749162440829?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108069749162440829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108069749162440829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108069749162440829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108069749162440829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/weve-been-had.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Had'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108054998313737905</id><published>2004-03-29T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T01:20:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnanator</title><content type='html'>a quick reference to one of the funniest things I have seen in a while, &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/election_insults/"&gt;"Them's fightin' words"&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you (like me when I happen to re-read this... Don't think I delude myself into believing I have an audience) who couldn't bother to click the link, here is the golden paragraph of an otherwise only highly amusing article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Political insults have a fine old tradition, perhaps reaching their height with Benjamin Disraeli's many zingers directed at rival William Gladstone in 19th-century Britain. Asked to differentiate between the words "misfortune" and "calamity," Disraeli quickly shot back: "If Gladstone fell into the Thames, that would be a misfortune. If someone pulled him out, that would be a calamity.""&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the more personal front. Dan, the friend (for lack of a better term) whose link you see to your left as "he'll be famous one day", has deleted the journal to which those words link. In the hope that he will have a change of heart I will keep the link up anyways. He is a confusing boy, and I have no pretensions of understanding his motivations for anything, but he does have a very cyclical nature... So here's hoping that he returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was spent on the internet mostly. I swore that I would spend the day studying for a Physics test which is coming up, but of course that didn't work out. I watched the Pride and Prejudice movie which is weeks overdue. I never go to that video store anyway, may as well get a bang for my buck :). I was seriously considering watching my other Pride and Prejudice movie afterwards, but since it was 12:00 by the time the first was finished I decided against it. It is a little sad that I have both versions simultaneously, but it is an excellent story. The A&amp;E version is far better than the BBC version,  but I have rarely come across anything in which the BBC version is better. The obvious acceptation being Red Dwarf. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108054998313737905?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108054998313737905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108054998313737905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108054998313737905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108054998313737905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/burnanator.html' title='Burnanator'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108043312812506240</id><published>2004-03-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:35:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudela and a Tight Spot</title><content type='html'>On Friday, I was talking to Mr. Tudela about &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/stories/2004/03/22/world/yassin_hamas040322"&gt;the assassination of Sheik Ahmed Yassin&lt;/a&gt;, and about how the USA vetoed a move by the UN security council to condemn the assassination. I pointed out that although it was a stupid act, which will almost certainly bring more harm then good, Yassin wasn't exactly the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheikh_Ahmed_Yassin"&gt;greatest&lt;/a&gt; guy in the world. At which point Tudela went on some rant about George Bush and how he is just as evil as Yassin. Now, I am hardly a supporter of George Bush, but come on!! They are both responsible for death, true, but that does not make them equals. To me it is the difference between wishing to depose a dictator on one hand, or eliminate a race of people on the other. According to Mr. Tudela's reasoning, not only is George Bush on the same level as Yassin, but so is&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/apps/sg/sgstats.asp?nid=840"&gt; Kofi Annan&lt;/a&gt;, since he has taken some amount of personal responsibility for the genocide in Rwanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anniversary of the Rwandan genocides is upon us, and April 7th has been designated as a day or remembrance.&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/stories/2004/01/22/dallaire_thursday040122"&gt;Roméo Dallaire &lt;/a&gt;has come out (once again) and blamed the west for it's inaction. He is completely right. All that can be hoped is that we have learned from our mistakes, though even that is nothing more than hopeful thinking. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108043312812506240?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108043312812506240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108043312812506240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108043312812506240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108043312812506240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/tudela-and-tight-spot.html' title='Tudela and a Tight Spot'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108034133433544082</id><published>2004-03-26T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T15:35:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom menace</title><content type='html'>In my internet wanderings this morning I happened upon a most amusing little blurb &lt;a href="http://www.blnts.com/html/lowdown/lowdown_dynamic.php?category_sid=4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It made me giggle, seeing as it is the first word of praise I have heard for the phantom console and it is from a denim company. Hardly the hard-nosed expert opinion which the boys at Infinium must be hoping for. But then, in cases like this, they are lucky for what they can get. At least they dont have the hastle of &lt;a href="http://www.hardocp.com/article.html?art=NTk4"&gt;suing&lt;/a&gt; anyone else or getting &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/news.php3?date=2003-08-20"&gt;brutally&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/news.php3?date=2004-02-23"&gt;slandered&lt;/a&gt; by the most popular comic on the net to worry about. Almost makes you want to feel sorry for the poor guys.... almost. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108034133433544082?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108034133433544082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108034133433544082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108034133433544082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108034133433544082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/phantom-menace.html' title='Phantom menace'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108027523410419199</id><published>2004-03-25T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T20:30:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the blather reign supreme</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten the layout to something I am satisfied with. My lack of html skill allows me very little creative leeway in the process, but at last it is acceptable. Quite frankly, this Blog serves no purpose. But that doesn't mean we can't have fun right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to start things off with a bang.... My day!!! (hurrah). In physics we were assigned the task of building a trebuchet over spring break. Today we saw the first testing of our labours. It was quite depressing really. The highlight was launching Gumby across the courtyard. He didn't go without a fight though - for one good Gumby-lobbing, a fellow classmate's sling paid dearly. It is remarkable the damage which a high velocity, green, anamorphous object can do to a sling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off my day on a somewhat interesting note. Katie and I are now the Youth portion of the Sidney Town Council Visions committee’s steering council. That is a large jumble of words which basically says that I am now wielding power which has been sanctioned by the town. By the time they realize their error it will be to late! Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108027523410419199?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108027523410419199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108027523410419199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108027523410419199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108027523410419199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/let-blather-reign-supreme.html' title='let the blather reign supreme'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108010232178024874</id><published>2004-03-23T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:28:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizing</title><content type='html'>Guppies this is hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108010232178024874?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108010232178024874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108010232178024874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108010232178024874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108010232178024874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/organizing.html' title='Organizing'/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664263.post-108008672405409402</id><published>2004-03-23T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:08:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first is always stressful. I won't go into a list of firsts - it would be embarassing anyways, seeing as my list of firsts is pitifully small. &lt;br /&gt;This will actually be deleated once I find my niche, but since I am nicheless..... tada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6664263-108008672405409402?l=sharpmath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/feeds/108008672405409402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6664263&amp;postID=108008672405409402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108008672405409402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6664263/posts/default/108008672405409402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharpmath.blogspot.com/2004/03/first-is-always-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>sharpmath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/112/1242/1024/P2160294.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
