<?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-3625293</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:05:31.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beej's information which is vital to NO ONE!!</title><subtitle type='html'>not even YOU, but you may read anyway!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-5422231503122241173</id><published>2007-05-30T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:44:23.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! this thing is still here and apparently works!  How shocking!  Its like walking into a garage full of old motorcycles and the first one you try to start fire right up after god knows how long.  Ok, well maybe not that cool.Not much to sy right this moment.  Soon though. BTW, D&amp;D 3.5 is much cooler than the last time I played.  Take that THACO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/5422231503122241173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/5422231503122241173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2007_05_27_archive.html#5422231503122241173' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-110513895034405688</id><published>2005-01-07T13:54:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:02:30.343-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Alaska.  I'm once again in the land that Target forgot.  That's OK though, I had lots of fun at numerous Targets in the Osh-Vegas area.  Thanks again to all the Bad Guys/Royal Hawaians for making my holiday season perfect.  I saw a punk show and ate cheesy poof all in the company of great friends.  I also was reminded that I really need to play pool more often if I want to not suck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/110513895034405688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/110513895034405688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110513895034405688' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-110154165771949591</id><published>2004-11-26T22:37:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:47:37.720-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgive me blogger for I have not posted.....since.....um....a fucking long time ago ok!I just got done watching "Still Crazy"  If you have not seen it it is worth a watch.  Billy Connelly is a hoot.Otherwise, the snow is cold in Alaska.  I'm attempting to counteract this by learning to weld.  It makes things very hot.  I only get burned a little and only sometimes.Remember a couple years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/110154165771949591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/110154165771949591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110154165771949591' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-109290141964223862</id><published>2004-08-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:43:39.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Howdy folks!  Good new recieved this week: I have been selected for a promotion.  Go me!  Never a bad thing.  I've been riding my motoscootmobile a lot lately as my truck is in the shop.  I'm glad the weather is nice.  I like to think that I'd have ridden the bike anyway, but I know the truck is too tempting with its radio and cup holder many days that are perfectly acceptable riding weather.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/109290141964223862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/109290141964223862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109290141964223862' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-108857925882448881</id><published>2004-06-29T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:07:38.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would have ever guessed that the smell of fresh tennis balls mixed with wet dogs could ever bring such joy.  Shit, that felt like a Doogie Houser moment.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/108857925882448881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/108857925882448881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108857925882448881' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-108683495563037099</id><published>2004-06-09T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:35:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go ahead, say it "that beej is the lamest MF there is"  I know it's true.  I suck for not posting in so long.  I do, however, check everyone else's blogs frequently. Just because I'm bad about posting doesn't mean I'm out of touch.  I'm both hip and with it, whatever "it" is I'm all over it like stink on me.My lack of posting is, and this is not a valid excuse mind you, because my life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/108683495563037099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/108683495563037099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108683495563037099' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-107707455914091961</id><published>2004-02-17T18:22:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:25:15.000-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings form the frigid North!  Skiing came and went uneventfully.  To my surprize the scariest part was the chair lift.  There is no good reason for them to go so high.   I tumbled like a drunken clown and learned how to  turn to avoid things like the poles that hold up the chair lift.  Went moderatly fast that way and when something got in my way I turned and then tumbled until snow went down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107707455914091961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107707455914091961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107707455914091961' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-107493493762115698</id><published>2004-01-24T00:02:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T00:04:20.843-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha, still no skiing!!  Maybe soon though. Frell! (for you Farscape fans)My gun collecting is getting a bit out of control, like that's possible.  My safe has plenty of room still.  And safes are cheap enough, can always buy another one.  I've got the crustiest old school gunsmith in the world modifying one of my old rifles.  Should be cool when its done.  I like things that go boom.  Weakness? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107493493762115698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107493493762115698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107493493762115698' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-107414041952055014</id><published>2004-01-14T19:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:22:10.373-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My better half just informed me that this weekend is the time when I will try to ski.  I'm interested, but not completely interested.  I have a tendancy to get all caught up in the buying of stuff for new hobbies or activities.  Of course we are renting for the first go of it, but if I like it just a little too much there I will be at the pro shop after spending way to much money on something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107414041952055014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107414041952055014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107414041952055014' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-107096315496497691</id><published>2003-12-09T00:45:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:46:56.983-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posty posty posty!  The blog gods smile upon us by allowing me to post.  Its really dark here.  Most of the time.  Its wierd.  Its also cold.  That's not so wierd.  No salt on the roads, kinda slick.  Very wierdI heard that my 10 high school reunion was super lame.  It was Thanksgiving weekend.  I'm glad I didn't cough up the 500 bones to fly back and the 50 smackers for popcorn and an open </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107096315496497691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/107096315496497691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107096315496497691' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-106724110499170647</id><published>2003-10-26T22:51:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:51:49.420-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What kind of sicko charges $37.49 to shave a dogs ass?  My vet apparently.  What the fuck?  I could have bought a set of frickin' clippers and done it my self for that much.  Its not the money, its the entire principal. The actual work to percieved value ratio is all ascew.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/106724110499170647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/106724110499170647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106724110499170647' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-106505850568194942</id><published>2003-10-01T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T17:35:05.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, its been so long since I posted here its all differenty.  I approve, the change of appearance and function may remain.  Puppies are big now.  Not all the way big, but bigger likeas big as a big bag of puppy chow, not that I'd ever feed that crap to a dog.  If I'm not mitaken it actually lists saw dust and corn stalks as ingredients.Nip Tuck, those are the newest bestest words I know.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/106505850568194942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/106505850568194942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106505850568194942' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-95987407</id><published>2003-06-24T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:35:30.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings and appologies to all!!!  Please forgive me for my huge lack of posting lately and complete absence from the IM scene.  As most of you know I have been in the process of relocating and it makes it difficult to keep up with these things.  This week I will finally have my stuff back after living out of a suitcase for nearly 3 months.  Drag of drags.  So here is the uber update on beej:-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/95987407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/95987407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95987407' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-93539332</id><published>2003-04-30T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T08:31:55.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry 'bout that, been busy you know, moving and such.  It will still be a while before I see my own puter again.  Im reduced to using various public machines to get jacked in to the rest of the world.  I've been in Alaska now less than a month, but in this short time have seen no les than 11 moose, 11!!  How cool is that?  Lived in WI for what like 25 years, no moose, not one!  Not that there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/93539332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/93539332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93539332' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-90466852</id><published>2003-03-10T08:39:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T08:25:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing too special to report or discuss.  Still getting ready to move.  Very excited.  Gonna be on my last road trip with the band starting tomorrow.  I've seen every crappy town in CA and Lompoc, yes Lompoc is no exception.  Mmmmm, jazz band in middle schools.  Should be lovely.  I can't wait to put this god forsaken place behind me.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/90466852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/90466852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90466852' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-88610964</id><published>2003-02-05T12:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T12:50:01.000-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This job thing gets weirder all the time.  Remeber when I told everyone that it looked like August for my transfer to AK?  Nope!  April!!!!!  Kinda sneaks up on ya don't it?  I just hope I'll have all of my ducks in a row by then.  After reseaching a bit more it sounds like the trip up there will be an adventure on its own.  It sounds like the hip thing to do is drive to Bellingham, WA and catch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/88610964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/88610964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88610964' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-87795527</id><published>2003-01-21T10:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T10:04:56.390-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to a take a moment now that the blog appears to work to thank all those at the P and various other venues in O-town for the hospitality during my recent visit.  Its you guys that really make it feel like a trip home.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87795527' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-87795410</id><published>2003-01-21T10:02:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T10:02:41.310-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! It worked, good bitch!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87795410' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-87795365</id><published>2003-01-21T10:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T10:01:44.076-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you better fucking work this time you bitch!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/87795365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87795365' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-84825766</id><published>2002-11-20T09:25:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T09:25:36.673-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weee Doggies, long time no blog!  Um, yeah....Sorry 'bout that.  I wish I had more interesting stuff going on that I felt that y'all would wanna hear about it.  I won 1st place in the 1st timer's class of a high power rifle competition weekend before last.  Wooo Hoo!  A whopping $5 prize.  I guess its better than a bop in the nose.  Finished a long and grueling recording session that was all last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/84825766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/84825766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84825766' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-83880024</id><published>2002-11-01T07:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T07:49:36.000-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the day after halloween and all is well and more interesting for me than usual.  I was neither tricked nor treated last night.  All things considered, I'm OK with that.  I found out that I need to have eye surgery again soon.  Its kind of a drag, but it will be nice to see well again.   Hopefully I can get all of that taken care of before I come home in January.  Mark your callenders kids Jan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/83880024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/83880024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83880024' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-83283494</id><published>2002-10-20T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T07:38:53.000-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy oh boy.  I am good and ready for some time off from work.  Tonight was the last night of a short tour of nothern CA.  For sure,  the prettiest part of the state.  Not much to report really otherwise.  I bought some really cool antique draft horse brasses in Paradise.  Made in England at least 100 years old, they have little dragon designs on them.  Oh, I think I have decided that Full Metal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/83283494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/83283494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83283494' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-82743176</id><published>2002-10-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T07:31:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been soooooo busy!  Last week my mom was here and just this last weekend I had the privledge of attending..............The Audio Engineering Society's 4 day convention in LA.  Oh the geeky horror!  You gamers and computer types think you're geeks, think again!  I attended some lovely workshops and saw all the newest techno wizardry available to the engineering community.  Actually, it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/82743176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/82743176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82743176' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-82099665</id><published>2002-09-25T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T08:09:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Beej! Feed your blog or it will die!  Yes Mom.............Yep its that time! Time to post a little bloggy goodness because my mom is visiting.  Its nice to spend time with her, but its a little scary because I haven't seen ner in a while and she is starting to look, well, elderly.  If that don't freak ya out a bit, I don't know what does.  Otherwise, not much to report.  The sky is always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/82099665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/82099665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82099665' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-81567162</id><published>2002-09-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T12:07:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too many interesting things have happened since my last post to go into much detail so here is a summary:-Flew in a C17 for the first time-Ran the biggest damn sound system I have ever seen-Got to hang out with the crew for Chicago-Watched draft horses compete at Washington state fair-Met some troops on their way home from Bosnia-Rediscovered my love of white raisins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/81567162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/81567162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81567162' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-81104646</id><published>2002-09-03T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T12:10:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it bad if you just had a vacation and you are ready for another one?  Can it be likened drinking alone means you're an alcoholic implying that I hate my job?  I guess I just don't care to ponder further.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/81104646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/81104646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81104646' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-80872932</id><published>2002-08-29T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T07:32:49.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm finally back from my trip.  The Pacific Northwest is lovely, a must if you plan to visit the west coast.  I finally got WI plates for my truck, YAY!  I no longer look like one of those useless Californians on the freeway.  They are so annoying, they have no concept of merging.  For instance; a big sign and arrows painted on the road that say "lane ands, merge left".  What do you do?  Well, if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80872932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80872932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80872932' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-80437694</id><published>2002-08-19T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T10:09:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I spent how many hours installing a radio in my truck?  8 and a frickin half!  I had to cut a hole in the metal dash board.  If you ever need to do this....don't.  It twernt fun.  I do have tunes now, which means I can jam to the new Reel Big Fish album.  It kicks a boat load of ass. Right now I'm trying to get my ducks in a row to go on a trip to Washington (the state) and Oregon.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80437694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80437694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80437694' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-80325417</id><published>2002-08-16T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T09:16:23.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I think I will make mention of the horse I am currently training.  His name is Jim and he a is a bay, 4 year old standardbred gelding.  I is about the most amusing horse I have ever worked with.  He has much more personality than the average horse.  Yesterday as I was hosing him off after a workout he was so thirsty he grabed the hose out of my hand and sucked on the end of it, I nearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80325417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80325417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80325417' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-80280797</id><published>2002-08-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T08:20:52.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should I be annoyed now or should I wait?  I left a lovely post for y'all the other day, and it is where exactly?  Oh well.  I have an interesting task today.  I am CQ, that stands for charge of quarters.  It means I answere the phone and am tied to a desk, yay!  It sucks, but what part of my low level governmnet job doesn't?  Nothing new or special.  In other news, I got my NRA sticker today.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/80280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80280797' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-79657830</id><published>2002-07-31T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T13:19:05.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I sit at work only because they won't let me go home, not unlike most days.  Bored nearly to tears, the search continues for reasonably priced audio components for my newly aquired 1977 chevy truck.  It is big and black and has only an AM radio with one fricking speaker, absolutely intollerable.  when I find a stereo I can afford I get to enjoy the challenge of installing it into my beast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/79657830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/79657830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79657830' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625293.post-79572508</id><published>2002-07-29T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T07:53:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm, what shall I rant about first?  Before I rant, I should really thank the lovely velveteen for helping me get my blog happening. Today I must reflect upon a revalation I had while eating breakfast in front of my TV:  Avril Levigne kicks ass!  With that said,  I'll move on to another topic.  It's too early in the day to yet have another topic.  I'm too vexed by the image and vocal stylings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/79572508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3625293/posts/default/79572508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vfbeej.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79572508' title=''/><author><name>Bj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05794309031813774132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
