<?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-7677674527640284466</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:04:40.093-04:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='list'/><category term='words'/><category term='links'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='questions'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>The Ex-Gifted Child</title><subtitle type='html'>Irreverent intellect for those of us who started out smart but got lost along the way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6632307520513982057</id><published>2008-12-07T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:40:06.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hiatus!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ex-Gifted Child is going on a brief hiatus.  Check out the blogs listed in the sidebar for some bloggertainment in my absence!&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/7677674527640284466-6632307520513982057?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6632307520513982057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6632307520513982057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6632307520513982057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6632307520513982057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-hiatus.html' title='Blog Hiatus!'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-7608905529741267134</id><published>2008-11-07T16:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:17:26.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Michael Crichton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you may have heard, pop-sci author Dr. Michael Crichton passed away on Tuesday. I have started to emerge from my grief and am now ready to pay my respects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here, in no particular order, are some haikus I drafted while in the depths of sorrow. Each one is dedicated to one of MC's extraordinary novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JURASSIC PARK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raptors, T. Rex, Lex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where's Nedry? Fences are down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hold on to your butts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANDROMEDA STRAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary viruses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone is effin' dead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Except sad baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign language monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's really the only part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Worth talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPHERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater orb&lt;br /&gt;Submarine life sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch out for squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TIMELINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time travel is fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until your limbs are chopped off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In medieval France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AIRFRAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another one-word title?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come on, Mister C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 235px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.zone-sf.com/images/jurassicbk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best book ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-7608905529741267134?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7608905529741267134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=7608905529741267134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7608905529741267134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7608905529741267134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/11/michael-crichton.html' title='Michael Crichton'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6622896871518488963</id><published>2008-11-06T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:04:42.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>New Poll!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  You!  Look over there to the right.  There's a new poll in town.  And this one is of the utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO VOTE on how much you love me.  (Next week you can vote on how obnoxious my egocentricity is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6622896871518488963?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6622896871518488963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6622896871518488963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6622896871518488963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6622896871518488963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-poll.html' title='New Poll!'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-614251666275036523</id><published>2008-11-05T08:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:33:06.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Obama Predictions</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lack of updates recently.  The Ex-Gifted Child and Friends have been struck by election fever and unable to focus on anything but Barack Obama's charming smile and hot bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.engage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 414px;" src="http://blog.engage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/obama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Campaign here often?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that he's elected, it's time to sit back and watch the miracles happen!  Here are my predictions for the first six weeks of Obama's presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. World Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know Barack is planning to personally fly over to Iraq, pick up all the US troops in his super-rad presidential helicopter, and deliver them back to the front stoops of their respective homes ASAP.  And the rest of the world, reduced to enamored schoolgirls in Obama's wake, will call for a moratorium on all military actions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone will hold hands across the globe and sing "Kumbayah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/2/26/737/26737953_1187867524_Mr_Mistoffelees3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 300px;" src="http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/2/26/737/26737953_1187867524_Mr_Mistoffelees3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, "Mister Mistoffelees"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Socialist Health Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I can't wait for my medical care to become subsidized by that most efficient of entities, the United States Government.  If a trip to the doctor's office during an Obama presidency is anything like my trip to the polls yesterday, we're all in for a real treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no long lines out the door...they'll find your name in their medical database right away...the MRI machine will work perfectly...and everyone will speak coherent English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be free!  100% free!  For everyone!  All the time!  Eeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Gay Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Obama only professed to be against gay marriage in order to win over moderate and conservative voters. He's GOT to believe in gay marriage. I mean, he has to. Right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's going to make it legal in all 50 states just as soon as Congress is back in session, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; What's that?  Proposition 8 just passed in California, revoking the rights of same-sex couples to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toughpigs.com/uploaded_images/Statlerandwaldorf-793706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 228px;" src="http://toughpigs.com/uploaded_images/Statlerandwaldorf-793706.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But Waldorf, you said this would be our year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. No More Taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he didn't mention it in any of his campaign speeches, I have an inkling that Obama will do away with income taxes.  It just seems like the right thing to do, doesn't it?  Especially in this economic climate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, am excited to stop paying taxes.  And with all the time Barack will save from not having to count our tax dollars, he'll have time to implement wide-reaching social programs for our children, elderly, and veterans.  That'll show John McCain, that tax-hungry Republican crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sasha and Malia Become the New Olsen Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the present day, strung-out, fur-wearing, wrist-cutting Olsen twins.  The cute, wholesome Mary-Kate and Ashley of the Full House years.  Sasha and Malia are just too darn adorable to NOT star in their own series of direct-to-DVD kid's movies.  And with Michelle's help, they could definitely design their own line of tween wear at H&amp;amp;M or Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could even develop a strangely close relationship with Bob Saget, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A28J5CS6L._SL500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 475px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A28J5CS6L._SL500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Someday, let's turn crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-614251666275036523?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/614251666275036523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=614251666275036523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/614251666275036523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/614251666275036523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-predictions.html' title='Obama Predictions'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5000107504206255492</id><published>2008-10-30T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:45:03.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Buy Term Papers</title><content type='html'>Check out this lovely article about term paper mills.  I wish I had known about this in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmartset.com/article/article10100801.aspx"&gt;http://www.thesmartset.com/article/article10100801.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5000107504206255492?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5000107504206255492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5000107504206255492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5000107504206255492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5000107504206255492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/buy-term-papers.html' title='Buy Term Papers'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-233650417202693816</id><published>2008-10-26T22:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:30:23.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>1950's Educational Films</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish there were awkwardly acted, bone-chillingly conformist filmstrips that could tell you how to live your life?  I do.  Fortunately, the fine folks at the &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/prelinger"&gt;Prelinger Archives&lt;/a&gt; have a whole slew of 1950's era health class movies for our perverse enjoyment.  It's fascinating that these were created not so long ago, yet our social views have changed immensely since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, do you need some helpful dating tips?  In "What to Do on a Date," our friendly protagonist learns that he doesn't have to spend a lot of money - or even much effort - on planning a date with his lucky lady (and all of their friends...one-on-one dating is too dangerous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300134.us.archive.org/0/items/WhattoDo1950/WhattoDo1950.mpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300134.us.archive.org/0/items/WhattoDo1950/WhattoDo1950.mpg"&gt;What to Do on a Date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia300134.us.archive.org/0/items/WhattoDo1950/WhattoDo1950.thumbs/WhattoDo1950_00000008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 110px;" src="http://ia300134.us.archive.org/0/items/WhattoDo1950/WhattoDo1950.thumbs/WhattoDo1950_00000008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must have missed the part about when to roofie her Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't you wish you had received better training for becoming a full-time homemaker?  Do you lack the skills necessary for cooking nutritious foods and sewing fabulous outfits for your family? In "Why Study Home Economics," we learn all of these things and more.  Especially intriguing is the notion that girls going off to college are fortunate - because they can study even more advanced home economics.  Lucky bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300104.us.archive.org/3/items/WhyStudy1955/WhyStudy1955.mpg"&gt;Why Study Home Economics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia300105.us.archive.org/3/items/WhyStudy1955/WhyStudy1955.thumbs/WhyStudy1955_00000016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 110px;" src="http://ia300105.us.archive.org/3/items/WhyStudy1955/WhyStudy1955.thumbs/WhyStudy1955_00000016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With all that learning about food storage and fabric identification, how will she have time to wash and set her hair??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...are you frustrated with your low-level secretarial job?  "Office Courtesy: Meeting the Public" is one of many films aimed at the gals in the typing pool who are having trouble at work.  Turns out, the problem is that you're just not charming enough.  Come on, show a little leg and flash those pearly whites, chickies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300210.us.archive.org/3/items/OfficeCo1952/OfficeCo1952.mpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300210.us.archive.org/3/items/OfficeCo1952/OfficeCo1952.mpg"&gt;Office Courtesy: Meeting the Public&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia300210.us.archive.org/3/items/OfficeCo1952/OfficeCo1952.thumbs/OfficeCo1952_00000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 110px;" src="http://ia300210.us.archive.org/3/items/OfficeCo1952/OfficeCo1952.thumbs/OfficeCo1952_00000015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruth and Barbara's strangely tactile relationship is further explained in 1954's "A Very Special Roommate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-233650417202693816?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/233650417202693816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=233650417202693816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/233650417202693816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/233650417202693816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/1950s-educational-films.html' title='1950&apos;s Educational Films'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-260438658355957969</id><published>2008-10-23T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:25:31.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>"I'd rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~George Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedeets.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/millionaire_idiot_fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.thedeets.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/millionaire_idiot_fail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, just a failure in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-260438658355957969?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/260438658355957969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=260438658355957969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/260438658355957969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/260438658355957969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-to-live-by.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-9184919277270085989</id><published>2008-10-22T09:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:57:28.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Flu Prevention Tips</title><content type='html'>With fall well under way, flu season is upon us. In the interest of keeping Ex-Gifted Children everywhere healthy, here are some handy flu prevention tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Think About Not Getting the Flu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the most important thing you can do. According to “The Secret,” you can do whatever you want if you just think about it hard enough. So…every hour on the hour, take a moment to think “No Flu For Me, Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://healthyhollywood.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/oprah-winfrey-vegan-detox.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, "Give Me The Strength Of A Thousand Oprahs"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wash Your Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the simplest things you can do is to make sure you keep your hands clean. It can be hard to remember, though! Take a tip from Howie Mandel of “Deal or No Deal” and duct tape a Ziploc bag filled with Purell around your hands. You may not be able to use your hands, but at least you will never have to wash them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.michelle-kaplan.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/howiepoint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Come Near Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Get A Flu Shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a controversial tip, but I’m going out on a ledge here and including on the list. My biggest issue with the flu shot is that it sort of hurts. I don’t know that the benefit outweighs the brief, stinging pain. But if you’re bored and have ten bucks to waste and you like having someone stick a needle in your arm that may only prevent one specific type of influenza, by all means, go get a flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Stay Away From Children and Older People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If at all possible, limit your contact with children and the elderly, who are more prone to contracting winter illness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you have children, have them live in a tent in the backyard for the winter (kids think this is super fun!). If you work in a school, take an emergency maternity leave until spring (note that this may not work for most male teachers). If you take care of an elderly relative, tell them you’ll be busy for the rest of the winter, and their contagious ass is on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sorry Grandma&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-9184919277270085989?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/9184919277270085989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=9184919277270085989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/9184919277270085989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/9184919277270085989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/flu-prevention-tips.html' title='Flu Prevention Tips'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4828587143730146450</id><published>2008-10-20T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:00:03.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume Poll</title><content type='html'>Just to wrap up the last poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A whopping SEVEN readers plan to vote for Barack Obama in the upcoming election.&lt;br /&gt;~ZERO readers plan to vote for John McCain.&lt;br /&gt;~ZERO readers plan to vote for a different candidate (way to think outside the box, friends).&lt;br /&gt;~And TWO lazy bums and/or anarchists plan to not vote at all.  (Who is this mysterious second non-voter?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you'll look to your right, you will notice a new poll for the nine of you who care enough to A) check this blog and B) vote on a very important, world-changing poll.  Check it out and let the world know what your Halloween costume plans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johnmariani.com/archive/2006/060409/Virgin_Mary_Grilled_Cheese_Sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.johnmariani.com/archive/2006/060409/Virgin_Mary_Grilled_Cheese_Sandwich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still trying to figure out how to make a "Virgin Mary Grilled Cheese" costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4828587143730146450?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4828587143730146450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4828587143730146450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4828587143730146450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4828587143730146450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-costume-poll.html' title='Halloween Costume Poll'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3746209025252941162</id><published>2008-10-18T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:24.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Facebook Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Every so often, the Ex-Gifted Child is here to answer your questions on all matter of matters.  Today, we shall address the world of Facebook Etiquette.  On to the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Ex-Gifted Child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I'm okay with accepting friend requests from some of my work peers, but what should I do about supervisors and managers who want to be my Facebook friend?  I don't want to rudely ignore them, but I don't want them to think I'm unprofessional based on my photos, interests, applications, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;To Friend Or Not To Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear TFONTF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, congratulations on taking your work life seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice: not only should you accept all friend requests from management-type people, you should a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ctively seek out and friend everyone you work with&lt;/span&gt;.  Do it RIGHT NOW.  How else are you going to show folks that you are a team player?  How else are they going to learn your name, your favorite movies, or become part of your Zombie Alliance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lesser advice columnists might suggest that you first clean up your profile to make it workplace appropriate.  Honestly, TFONTF, I have to heartily disagree with that.  The more soul-baring information and drunken photos you reveal on Facebook, the better your supervisors will get to know the real you.  And how could they not be instantly impressed and give you a corner office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa110/jevett_photos/spring-break-2007__32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa110/jevett_photos/spring-break-2007__32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Co-workers Gone Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Ex-Gifted Child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often receive invitations to applications that I don't wish to participate in.  How do I stop receiving these invitations without having to message all my Facebook friends and ask them to please leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;No More Lil Green Patch, Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear NMLGPP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this question a lot.  In times like these, I suggest you fight fire with fire.  Send everyone in your friend list multiple application requests every day.  Start slow with applications like "Pieces of Flair" and "Word Twist," then work your way up to more annoying ones like "Send Good Karma" and "Which Sondheim Musical Are You? Quiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, YOU will be the friend whose application requests everyone ignores.  But at least your friends will have stopped sending anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Ex-Gifted Child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to update my Facebook status every few minutes.  Some of my friends tease me about being addicted to updating, but I think I'm doing them a favor by keeping them looped into my exciting life and all its sordid details.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Amy Is Asking Advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear AIAA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends sound like a bunch of whiny losers.  Dump them!  They don't understand that Facebook updates are one of the greatest creations of this century - dare I say this millenium? - and you are absolutely justified in updating as often as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, I suggest you take your updates a step further.  For example, instead of "Amy is waking up next to a total hottie," give us some more information!  Go through his wallet and find out his full name.  Give us a social security number.  Fill us in on the specific acts you performed and their estimated duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, feel free to use Facebook updates to work through your private emotional struggles.  I've often found that when going through personal pain and angsty situations, nothing helps more than publicly broadcasting it for all the world to judge.  Try starting with something like "Amy is so ugly no one will ever love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember, the important thing is to have fun with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00506/Amy_Winehouse_506734a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00506/Amy_Winehouse_506734a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy is a hot mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Ex-Gifted Child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the most amazing woman on eHarmony.com, and we had our first date last night.  I'm pretty convinced she's the one, especially since she let me touch her boob after a few glasses of wine.  How soon should I update my relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Finally In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear FIL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend a window of at most 24 hours within meeting that special someone.  Not only does this prove to the world that you're not a lonely, single loser, but it shows that you're serious about the commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go that extra mile, tag all of your friends in a note explaining how you've finally met the man/woman/child of your dreams.  Should the relationship last longer than a week, do everyone a favor and change your status to "engaged."  It will save a lot of time and hassle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wealthbuildingtycoon.com/CrazyMan-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://wealthbuildingtycoon.com/CrazyMan-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we should move in together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Ex-Gifted Child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people tag me in the most unflattering photos?  Is it impolite to de-tag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Have A "Good Side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear DHAGS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another common Facebook dilemma.  Your friends have painstakingly tagged everyone in their photos, including the unnamed bartender in the background and the back of Jerome's brother's girlfriend's head.  And you rudely want to go in and destroy their handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that I say, shame.  Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be flattered that you have friends who care enough to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Invite you to events where your picture may be taken&lt;br /&gt;B. Actually take pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;C. Upload said pictures to Facebook in a timely fashion&lt;br /&gt;D. Tag said pictures for everyone's convenience and enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really look that bad in these photos, I suggest cosmetic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3746209025252941162?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3746209025252941162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3746209025252941162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3746209025252941162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3746209025252941162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook-etiquette.html' title='Facebook Etiquette'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-995848550708931926</id><published>2008-10-15T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:26:46.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Baron Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We here at the Ex-Gifted Child are pleased to promote the Very Gifted works of our Still-Gifted friends. Check out the fabulous video below created by our dear friends at Campsite Studios. It's their submission for the "Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" contest. Check it out and please leave awesome comments on their page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Campsite Studios presents "Baron Mind": &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1934017"&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/1934017&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're also featured on a list of the top five contestants (BRAVO!): &lt;a href="http://www.tilzy.tv/top-five-dr-horrible-evil-league-of-evil-applicants.htm"&gt;http://www.tilzy.tv/top-five-dr-horrible-evil-league-of-evil-applicants.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And watch "Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" here: &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.smallicombe.com/animage/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe in your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-995848550708931926?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/995848550708931926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=995848550708931926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/995848550708931926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/995848550708931926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/baron-mind.html' title='Baron Mind'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2058807727961287203</id><published>2008-10-14T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:18:41.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Poll Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As of right now, six Ex-Gifted Readers are planning to vote for Barack Obama. One of you is planning to be a jerk and not vote at all. Now, I know this poll (like the presidential election) is a "secret ballot," but I am hereby calling out the jerk who is not planning to vote and asking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Are you just trying to be funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Are you really planning to vote for McCain but for some reason felt pressured not to choose option B?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Are you planning to do something even more absurd, like writing in for Hillary or Mickey Mouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Are you even registered to vote? Do you need assistance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Do you realize that in New York State, it's too late to register to vote? Did you not receive all the Facebook reminders about last Friday being the deadline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Are you appreciating all the attention your sly answer has provoked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thehandicrafts.net/static/img/uploads/blog/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voting is hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2058807727961287203?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2058807727961287203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2058807727961287203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2058807727961287203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2058807727961287203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/poll-update.html' title='Poll Update'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4708789078791930310</id><published>2008-10-10T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:45:07.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Virgin Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to Ex-Gifted Reader Rory for sending in &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/10/10/shark.virgin.birth.ap/index.html"&gt;this fascinating article&lt;/a&gt; about sharks who are giving birth to baby sharks with no male DNA...meaning, they are having virgin births...meaning, there is no father in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://newsrawnews.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/great-white-shark-picture-014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sharky Has No Daddies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This kind of asexual reproduction is called parthenogenesis. According to one of the science-y types quoted in the article, "It is possible that parthenogenesis could become more common in these sharks if population densities become so low that females have trouble finding mates."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hear that, ladies? Maybe one day we will evolve to the point of impregnating ourselves! If the Virgin Mary and sharks can do it, so can you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ilianrachov.com/ikons/images/the%20virgin%20mary%20with%20gesus.tempera%20on%20wood.30%20x%2020cm.collection%20of%20mons.fabio%20attard.malta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I had used asexual contraception&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4708789078791930310?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4708789078791930310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4708789078791930310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4708789078791930310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4708789078791930310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/virgin-birth.html' title='Virgin Birth'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8319139105933713661</id><published>2008-10-09T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:35:56.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>New Poll</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who voted in the last poll.  Turns out most of you used to be smart, talented, independent children who now lack basic intelligence, creative outlets, and individuality.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new poll to the right and let the world know who you support in the presidential election.  Democracy is super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/uploads/travelocity-gnome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cryptomundo.com/wp-content/uploads/travelocity-gnome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Roaming Gnome says "Remember to vote, and to support the faltering travel industry by booking a trip now on Travelocity.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8319139105933713661?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8319139105933713661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8319139105933713661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8319139105933713661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8319139105933713661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-poll.html' title='New Poll'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8256014715415189927</id><published>2008-10-09T09:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:21:34.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>How Do I Love Thee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following list is pulled from a recent AIM battle for the best sentence that follows "How do I love thee?" Names have been removed to protect the innocent.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do I love thee? Let me not count the ways but rather say "take my word for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? ...I'm sorry I really can't talk right now – my kitchen timer just went off and I don't want dinner to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? fdjsffkkkkk You're breaking up! dkfsfsshhhhh I’m going into a tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Enough to change my sheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://llnw.image.cbslocal.com/0/2008/03/05/320x240/john_mccain_80125399.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;How do I love thee? I would gladly leave my disfigured first wife who was wheelchair-bound until she learned to walk again after an unfortunate car accident for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How do I love thee? Are you sure you're late? Like, maybe it's just because you’ve been eating so much dairy or something... Pee on the stick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? I called you, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Up to and including 1.2 million dollars if I happen to have an affair that results in our divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Enough to call you a car service at 3am and give you 8 bucks for the fare. And try to be quiet, my roommate's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255194257495362674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SO4zVX-vDHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/K28cz4HGlTU/s200/Someecards.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;How do I love thee? I sent you TWO someecards for your birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do I love thee? I will makes you very happy with passions for kind American generous man to sponsor me for visiting family in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Plastic Duane Reade roses and a Whitman's sampler just about covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I love thee? Even though I went black I'm thinking about going back for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/oj_simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I love thee? I would kill for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do I love thee? I don't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8256014715415189927?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8256014715415189927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8256014715415189927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8256014715415189927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8256014715415189927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How Do I Love Thee?'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SO4zVX-vDHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/K28cz4HGlTU/s72-c/Someecards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-444846188505040708</id><published>2008-10-08T18:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:58:08.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Tom Brady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...was eating lunch at Dos Caminos in SoHo today. We made eye contact as I walked by. I think I may now be with child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://blog.kir.com/archives/images/TomBrady%20010708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look into my pregnancy-inducing eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has nothing to do with anything, but I just had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-444846188505040708?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/444846188505040708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=444846188505040708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/444846188505040708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/444846188505040708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/tom-brady.html' title='Tom Brady'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8609924794677077197</id><published>2008-10-07T22:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:24:48.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Obama/McCain Debate #2</title><content type='html'>The debate just ended and I think there was a clear winner.  Sadly, it wasn't Obama. Or McCain.  It wasn't even hottie moderator Tom Brokaw.  No, the winner of this debate was the guy who asked the first town hall question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name?  MISTER ALAN SCHAEFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question?  "With the economy on the downturn and retired and older citizens and workers losing their incomes, what's the fastest, most positive solution to bail these people out of the economic ruin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Alan, what a stellar question.  That's exactly what I would have said, had I been allowed to ask a prescreened question in a carefully vetted category of the Gallup Organization's choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Alan, the candidates really took a liking to you.  They repeated your name an awful lot during their answers, and even during subsequent answers.  The whole country knows you now.  You are a true political superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mikeduran.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/jesus-christ-superstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://mikeduran.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/jesus-christ-superstar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slightly less powerful than Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thirdly, Alan, I couldn't help but point you out to my Ex-Gifted Roommate every time the camera panned over to Section A on the Belmont University stage.  You got a lot of camera time, Alan, and you should try to parlay this obvious photogenicality into your own primetime TV sitcom or cable news show.  Have you considered a reality programme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan, I wish I had a picture of you to share with everyone, but I will have to settle for a picture of the actor I think should play you in the made-for-TV miniseries based on your historic appearance, possibly entitled "First Question: The Alan Schaefer Story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/18/26/0000011826_20060921025335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/18/26/0000011826_20060921025335.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be Jason Alexander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8609924794677077197?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8609924794677077197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8609924794677077197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8609924794677077197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8609924794677077197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/obamamccain-debate-2.html' title='Obama/McCain Debate #2'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2963225411877967186</id><published>2008-10-07T08:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:32:39.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Martha Stewart Paint Colors</title><content type='html'>Bear with me on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently become aware that Martha Stewart has created a series of lovely names for her Lowe’s paint colors.  They are so perfect in their simplicity that I would like to dedicate an awards presentation to them right now, in this very space.  The names are generally delightful and make me want to go live in a cottage somewhere and cook food in large pots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado…The Painty Awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nominees for &lt;strong&gt;“Best Paint Color Named After an Old Timey Item”&lt;/strong&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Rickrack&lt;br /&gt;Heirloom Shawl&lt;br /&gt;Trousseau&lt;br /&gt;Cameo Brooch&lt;br /&gt;Scented Notepaper (please note, this paint does not actually smell like scented notepaper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Painty award goes to: SCENTED NOTEPAPER, for being both an excellent old timey reference as well as misleading with the whole “scented” thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The nominees for &lt;strong&gt;“Best Paint Color Named After A Tasty Food”&lt;/strong&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Bread Dough&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni&lt;br /&gt;Lobster Bisque&lt;br /&gt;Maple Butter&lt;br /&gt;Wild Artichoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Painty award goes to: MACARONI, for making Martha seem more down-to-earth than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The nominees for &lt;strong&gt;“Best Paint Color Named After an Animal”&lt;/strong&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Caribou&lt;br /&gt;French Bulldog Black&lt;br /&gt;Great Blue Heron&lt;br /&gt;Cricket&lt;br /&gt;Mallard Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Painty award goes to: FRENCH BULLDOG BLACK, for taking a color that is just plain black and making me think of fuzzy puppies instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The nominees for &lt;strong&gt;“Best Paint Color Named After Something Asian”&lt;/strong&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lacquer Red&lt;br /&gt;India Ink&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo Mat&lt;br /&gt;Silk Kimono&lt;br /&gt;Nori Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Painty award goes to: SILK KIMONO, for not indicating anything about the paint color itself but still sounding mysteriously alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The nominees for &lt;strong&gt;“Best Paint Color Named After A Completely Random Object”&lt;/strong&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Park Bench&lt;br /&gt;Windmill&lt;br /&gt;Yachting Cap&lt;br /&gt;Skeleton Key&lt;br /&gt;Diving Board&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to: PARK BENCH.  What the hell, there’s no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, Martha, for concocting the perfect batch of paint colors and equally beautiful names to go with them.  You are a true master of lifestyle branding and for that I honor you with this Painty Lifetime Achievement Award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2963225411877967186?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2963225411877967186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2963225411877967186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2963225411877967186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2963225411877967186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/martha-stewart-paint-colors.html' title='Martha Stewart Paint Colors'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5884512369715889252</id><published>2008-10-06T07:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:15:06.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Save These Words</title><content type='html'>Thanks to alert Ex-Gifted Reader David, who sent in an article featuring 24 words the Collins English Dictionary wants to remove to “make room for up to 2,000 new entries.” This is a terrible thing! Old words are far superior to new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if these words are updated to have more current meanings, we can save them from destruction. Below are a few of my suggestions. Please implement them into your everyday vocabulary and save them from almost certain demise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Abstergent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition: Cleansing&lt;br /&gt;New definition: Having superior washboard abs as the result of elective surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Agrestic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition: Rural&lt;br /&gt;New definition: Aggressive, Sarah Palin-style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Embrangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition: To confuse&lt;br /&gt;New definition: To sew in one’s own weave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Muliebrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition: The condition of being a woman&lt;br /&gt;New definition: The condition of being a young, hot, boozing, rehab-hopping celebrity donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Skirr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition: A whirring sound&lt;br /&gt;New definition: To scare (as in, “don’t skirr me!”). I guess this definition already exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest of the words &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1847042,00.html?iid=digg_share"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5884512369715889252?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5884512369715889252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5884512369715889252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5884512369715889252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5884512369715889252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-these-words.html' title='Save These Words'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-782602150779377645</id><published>2008-10-03T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:19:13.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Cool Jobs in a Hopeless Economy</title><content type='html'>Looking for work in these shitty economic times? Look no further. Here are the Ex-Gifted Child's top five jobs for recession job seekers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. Apple Seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Great Depression was any indication of things to come, there should be a lot of people looking to buy cheap fruit on the streets pretty soon. So get yourself a piece of cardboard and rig up a sign on your wooden fruit-wagon. You can even set your own hours, making this great for those go-getter self-employed types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Chewing Gum Marketing Guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one product that won't die, even in the midst of certain financial disaster, it's chewing gum. Every day I see a new ad for Orbit, Dentyne, Eclipse, or some other one-word gum brand. What's fascinating is that the gum is the same underneath the newly updated packaging as it was underneath the last round of updated packaging. But people keep buying it, because it's cheap (comparatively) and loses its flavor after 90 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.grist.org/images/advice/ask/2007/03/14/the-graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www2.grist.org/images/advice/ask/2007/03/14/the-graduate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One word: GUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Military Recruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one employer always looking for recruits and that's the US military. They want YOU. To go to Iraq. So stop polishing your resume and start practicing pull-ups. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Starving Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as you probably can't find employment anyway, this would be an excellent opportunity to take up your long-lost creative pursuits and live in squalor in a garret somewhere. And you will become 64% hipper by not trying to find a job, but living solely for your art. The more angsty and impoverished you are, the better this chapter of your memoirs will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/v/fotos/van_gogh_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/v/fotos/van_gogh_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I cut off my ear to pay my rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Human Resources Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing companies need these days, it's HR people to fire all the other people. Beef up your resume with examples of your successful track record of rejection: dumping lovers, breaking leases, putting down sick pets. You'll be rolling in dough in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-782602150779377645?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/782602150779377645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=782602150779377645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/782602150779377645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/782602150779377645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-jobs-in-hopeless-economy.html' title='Cool Jobs in a Hopeless Economy'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4506935791119769545</id><published>2008-10-03T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:29:03.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>"You know everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-oldwest/WillRogers-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-oldwest/WillRogers-500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never met a Will Rogers quote I didn't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4506935791119769545?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4506935791119769545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4506935791119769545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4506935791119769545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4506935791119769545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-everybody-is-ignorant-only-on.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5031904009619144538</id><published>2008-10-02T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:18:41.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Millicent's Musings: Duels</title><content type='html'>Once again we present an essay from our contributing writer, Millicent Farthingale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greetings, gentle readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have shown a wisdom beyond your scant years by calling on my counsel in matters of manner, decorum, and etiquette in this ever-changing world. Fear not, you loyal, for Millicent shall steer you from the wide path of barbarism to the good road of civility! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my day, the Defence of Honor was taken with a profound gravity. In fact, the offence of dishonouring a gentleman was so great that it often led to bloodshed in the form of a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sptimes.com/2007/05/03/images/kerrigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sptimes.com/2007/05/03/images/kerrigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dishonouring a lady was settled with a tire-iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman's duel was an engagement of combat between men of a certain status- the Poor, it is widely known, do not have Honor. If a nobleman were to suffer an indignity dealt by a man of lower class, say, being called a brigand by a pennystinkard in the presence of clergy, he could simply order a robust servant to cane the provincial boor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the same nobleman were called a rake by a fellow Count in the presence of the wet nurse, the nobleman must take up the pistol and proceed to mar the Count's visage with shot in an orderly and civilized manner lest his Good Name be sullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/muppet/images/6/65/Biff-Sully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/muppet/images/6/65/Biff-Sully.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Remember Biff and Sully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It is my understanding that customs have changed since that elegant era, and now through the work of the shameless suffragettes and communist radicals in this country it has become unseemly and moreso illegal for men of refined society to shoot one another in the face for failing to stand when a lady is seated at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a modern alternative I defer to my relations in their young adulthood, who tell me that to duel in contemporary custom one must electrically correspond via 'X Box Live' in a simulacrum tournament of combat known as 'Halo 3.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2008/03/halo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2008/03/halo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How dare you call me the Arbiter when I am in fact the Master Chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the magic lantern zoetrope frippery of 'videoed game-ing' is thoroughly 21st Century, the principles of dignity and vengeance remain the same. And so I call upon the youth to restore Honor to this age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not begrudge being named a 'penniling lousehunt' without teabagging your opponent in a deathmatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock them for their inexperience as you unleash virtual hellfire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accuse them of being sodomites and buggerers as you frantically tap the knobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Defence of Honor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5031904009619144538?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5031904009619144538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5031904009619144538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5031904009619144538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5031904009619144538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/10/millicents-musings-duels.html' title='Millicent&apos;s Musings: Duels'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-7120201369142116489</id><published>2008-09-30T09:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:19:25.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Recession Preparedness Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In these recession-y times, it can be difficult to keep your financial situation afloat. Here are The Ex-Gifted Child’s top five tips to survive the current economic shit-storm. They’ll leave you saying, “Subprime loan, shmubprime loan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Call in debts from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time to remind folks that they owe you money. Gals, give your beau a tab for all those dinners you went Dutch. Parents, bill your adult children for rent and laundry services. Subway musicians, demand fives and tens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Play the lottery.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you know, that for as little as one or two dollars, you could possibly wins MILLIONS of dollars? Lottery tickets should be a major percentage of every smart investor’s portfolio. Don’t shy away from those complicated scratch-off tickets, either…your financial advisor can explain how they work. Remember, you can’t win if you don’t play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.hamptonroads.com/cache/files/images/26841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giant novelty checks never bounce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Make friends on Wall Street.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In case you haven’t noticed, Wall Streeters are going through more stressful times than you are. They’re losing billions of dollars, and you’re losing what…thousands? Tens of thousands? Maybe a couple hundred? Show your sympathy by befriending finance employees who are going through tough times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buy them a cup of coffee, listen to them complain about the yacht that they’ll have to refinance or the penthouse in Dubai that they’ll have to remodel next year when times aren’t so tough. Shine their shoes. If they take a liking to you, they may include you in their will before they jump out a window at the NYSE to their untimely death on the pavement below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bone up on your survival skills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visit your local library (did you know the books there are free?) and learn about edible plants, turning urine into potable drinking water, and how to skin and fillet stray cats. Yurt-constructing skills could also be invaluable for when your house is foreclosed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Take responsibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man up and admit that the financial crisis is all your fault. Whether you committed some egregious mortal sin like coveting your neighbor's goods, or ruined your karma in a previous life as a dolphin, you are somehow to blame for this worldwide catastrophe. Go to confession or burn some incense and hope that the Gods accept your humble penance, and that the Dow goes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dogma-movie.com/pics/church/images/bigguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have mercy on our souls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-7120201369142116489?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7120201369142116489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=7120201369142116489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7120201369142116489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7120201369142116489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/recession-preparedness-tips.html' title='Recession Preparedness Tips'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2312735784176598870</id><published>2008-09-29T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:32:20.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Derrick Comedy Trailer</title><content type='html'>Every so often, we here at The Ex-Gifted Child are honored to promote friends who have retained their Giftedness into adulthood. So today, please enjoy the brand-spankin' new trailer for the upcoming Derrick Comedy movie, featuring our very Gifted friends from...Derrick Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, what is the secret to staying Gifted? According to Dan Eckman, video director for Derrick: "Dick jokes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the trailer. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxx1vOhlqmM"&gt;Watch and support!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that whets your appetite, check out my favorite Derrick sketch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQp7Id8iRA4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2312735784176598870?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2312735784176598870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2312735784176598870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2312735784176598870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2312735784176598870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/derrick-comedy-trailer.html' title='Derrick Comedy Trailer'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2716545825936439161</id><published>2008-09-28T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:48:12.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Pirates!</title><content type='html'>The U.S. is going through turbulent times.  An out-of-control economy, an unpopular war, an upcoming election.  But we should all take a moment to be grateful.  Why?  Because at least we don't have PIRATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pirates, who are apparently making a good living off the coast of Somalia.  The New York Times has a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/28/world/africa/28pirates.html?ref=todayspaper"&gt;great article&lt;/a&gt; about a recent pirate hijacking near Kenya.  Apparently these hep cats like taking ships hostage and demanding insane ransoms.  In this case, they are asking for $35 million for the ship full of Soviet tanks and weapons that they are holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begs the question, how was a speedboat full of otherwise unemployed scalawags able to seize a ship stocked with Soviet tanks and weapons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also interesting to note is that while they are asking for $35 million, the average ransom they receive is $1-2 million.  If any HR professionals want to consult with the pirates on their negotiating skills, this would be a killer opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/keira-knightley-pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest-uk-premiere-UGJFgM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/keira-knightley-pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest-uk-premiere-UGJFgM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pirates stole my will to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2716545825936439161?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2716545825936439161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2716545825936439161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2716545825936439161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2716545825936439161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/pirates.html' title='Pirates!'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8374820559928173846</id><published>2008-09-25T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:18:54.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Presenting Millicent's Musings (or, Farthingale's Finds)</title><content type='html'>Every so often, Ex-Gifted Child Millicent Farthingale will grace us with her presence in this humble space. As someone who exited Gifted Childhood before the Industrial Revolution, we always welcome her sage insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greetings, gentle Readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will permit me a moment of indecorous willfulness, I simply must opine once more on the young people of this age. In the days of my virtuous youth, young men entertained themselves by leafing through collections of etchings while ladies partook in calming embroidery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil, pleasant conversation was made at every approach and friendly acknowledgments given to passing strangers enforced bonds of fond regard. Of course, this was excepting servants, laborers, the poor, those of Afric or Oriental backgrounds, men suspected of buggery, those suffering maladies of the skin or brain, the unfashionable, and unmarried ladies of ill repute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, the generation scarcely makes time for parlor room entertaining, favoring in its stead the bothersome calls of mobile telephony typographical transmission and the You Tube, where strumpets and harlots prance before the Camera in immodest garments revealing the very appendages of their maternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For shame, youth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Millicent also included the following &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_15231_7-reasons-21st-century-making-you-miserable.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, which should be of interest to those who agree that the 21st century causes one great melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_15231_7-reasons-21st-century-making-you-miserable.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8374820559928173846?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8374820559928173846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8374820559928173846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8374820559928173846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8374820559928173846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/presenting-millicents-musings-or.html' title='Presenting Millicent&apos;s Musings (or, Farthingale&apos;s Finds)'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5311745190247072701</id><published>2008-09-24T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:15:24.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>XENOGLOSSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: ZEE-noh-glaw-see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: The ability to speak a language without having learned it, often considered a psychic phenomenon (noun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Fabrice added xenoglossy to the "special skills" section of his resume after awaking one morning babbling in Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5311745190247072701?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5311745190247072701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5311745190247072701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5311745190247072701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5311745190247072701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_25.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-1701600955576251639</id><published>2008-09-23T18:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:40:16.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>If You Could Travel Anywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...where would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was still a Gifted Child, I had a list of things to do before I died (slightly morbid). One of those was to go into space. Little did I know that space tourism would become a reality and that if I only amassed a billion dollars or was an *NSYNC member, my simple dream could come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some Ex-Gifted readers share their destinations of choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"If I could travel to any one place it would be Australia. Because of its geography a lot of the wildlife there evolved in an isolated fashion, and can't be found anywhere else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Rory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I would like to go to France and see the chateaux I studied in high school, along the Loire Valley. I did a report on them once and they looked so cool and beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'd travel to Australia to see a wild dingo, or Germany to experience a live Oktoberfest, or China for a real shrimp eggroll."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/491808606_a27ac7ebca.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or Mexico for an authentic Speedy Gonzales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-1701600955576251639?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1701600955576251639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=1701600955576251639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1701600955576251639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1701600955576251639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-could-travel-anywhere.html' title='If You Could Travel Anywhere...'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/491808606_a27ac7ebca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6602656560938514090</id><published>2008-09-23T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:41:43.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Not Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"First of all, I don't see America having problems."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~George W. Bush (August 10, 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/news/local/longisland/politics/blog/george-w-bush-picture.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This man is in my city today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6602656560938514090?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6602656560938514090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6602656560938514090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6602656560938514090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6602656560938514090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-to-not-live-by.html' title='Quote to Not Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3155129743383369207</id><published>2008-09-20T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:37:26.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Classical Music</title><content type='html'>There's a great article in The New Yorker about how the current classical music concert format came to be.  Really, it's much more interesting than I can describe it.  &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/musical/2008/09/08/080908crmu_music_ross?currentPage=all"&gt;Just read it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3155129743383369207?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3155129743383369207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3155129743383369207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3155129743383369207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3155129743383369207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/classical-music.html' title='Classical Music'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3926254514636628246</id><published>2008-09-19T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:16:10.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;SUSURRUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pronunciation: su-SUHR-uhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A rustling or whispering sound (noun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Example: The susurrus of disease-ridden mice in the kitchen soothed Baby Clementine to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7f/Mickey_Mouse.svg/344px-Mickey_Mouse.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am gnawing on your cereal boxes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3926254514636628246?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3926254514636628246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3926254514636628246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3926254514636628246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3926254514636628246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_19.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-1113615237466108636</id><published>2008-09-17T23:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:54:30.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Things You Can Do to Combat Ex-Gifted Child Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do your intellectual and creative pursuits usually involve Craigslist or perezhilton.com? Re-expand your horizons with the 12 Steps to Combating Ex-Gifted Child Syndrome:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Create some art, play an instrument, or read a really old book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Go to an obscure museum (The Gallery of Himalayan Art, anyone?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Apply for Mensa, and tell everyone that you're doing it, so later they will all inquire if you got in, and if you didn't you will feel bitter, bitter shame, and this will motivate you to do really well on the Mensa test, so well that you will no longer tolerate long, run-on sentences on blogs or elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Compose a brilliant letter to an intellectual you admire and kindly request a response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Spend an entire day speaking in a foreign language (or some kind of historical dialect...pirate-speak doesn't count). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Contact a former teacher or mentor to say thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Become a teacher or mentor and hope that one day your brilliant pupils will dedicate their memoirs to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Write a well-reasoned letter to the editor on a topic you’re passionate about. Avoid swearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Download a podcast on a topic you know nothing about and actually listen to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Attend the nerdiest activity you can find (this includes chess tournaments, swing dances, university lectures on string theory, and comic book conventions). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Constantly remind your peers of the amazing feats you accomplished 16 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Send $39.99 a month to this website as a token of your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.klru.org/readingrainbow/images/readingrainbow_lavar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't take my word for it...WWLBD?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-1113615237466108636?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1113615237466108636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=1113615237466108636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1113615237466108636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1113615237466108636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-things-you-can-do-to-combat-ex.html' title='12 Things You Can Do to Combat Ex-Gifted Child Syndrome'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3224795763801715166</id><published>2008-09-16T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:02:21.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Ex-Gifted Poll</title><content type='html'>Hello friends!  You may have noticed that we have a POLL on the site for the first time ever!  Check it out to the right.  Answer.  Feel better about identifying the cause of your Ex-Giftedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://keepnitsimple.org/images/purestock_1574r-01116.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://keepnitsimple.org/images/purestock_1574r-01116.medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I played the violin until my fingers bled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3224795763801715166?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3224795763801715166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3224795763801715166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3224795763801715166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3224795763801715166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/ex-gifted-poll.html' title='Ex-Gifted Poll'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8755371296652272815</id><published>2008-09-16T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:27:28.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/images/4fred16b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/images/4fred16b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/images/4fred16b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and deprecate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Frederick Douglass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8755371296652272815?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8755371296652272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8755371296652272815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8755371296652272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8755371296652272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-to-live-by_16.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6356261547354926278</id><published>2008-09-15T21:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:19:43.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Hobo Symbols</title><content type='html'>Hello, Ex-Gifted Children. Today, let's chat for a moment about Hobo Symbols, shall we? Back in the day, the hobo-folk would mark up people's doorposts with secret code to alert other hobos to any pertinent information about the house. These signs are also helpful when designing tattoos, doodling on jury duty, or signing yearbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my top five Hobo Symbols, brazenly lifted (in the tradition of good hoboes everywhere) from The Symbol Sourcebook by Henry Dreyfuss. Get your book-larnin' cap on, or you'll be sadder'n a tramp without his bindle when you're on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fp8jcQQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1t2LwFGDfZQ/s1600-h/Hobo+1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246446896399794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fp8jcQQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1t2LwFGDfZQ/s320/Hobo+1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Kind Lady Lives Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This symbol is great because it doesn't mean what you think it will mean. It doesn't mean "cats live here" or "beware of angry kittens" or even "good place to shave your whiskers." No, it's an unbreakable code, which I suppose is part of the GENIUS of the hobo masterminds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqGEHqPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Wc25RWo2P8A/s1600-h/Hobo+2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246446898952775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqGEHqPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Wc25RWo2P8A/s320/Hobo+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. The Sky's the Limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to think that, despite being poor and dirty, hoboes had such a darn positive outlook on things? When you're down in the dumps, remember that hoboes are sleeping in ravines and eating beans out of a can, and they can still see the silver lining. Why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqU5SdII/AAAAAAAAAfE/pRp7xVWgXCI/s1600-h/Hobo+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246446902933877890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqU5SdII/AAAAAAAAAfE/pRp7xVWgXCI/s320/Hobo+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. You Can Sleep in Hayloft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that this will ever be useful in my daily life, but when the day comes that I stumble upon a perfectly sleepable hayloft, I do hope I have some chalk with me to commemorate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqXA19VI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ygwq4V7kdmw/s1600-h/Hobo+4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246446903502435666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqXA19VI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ygwq4V7kdmw/s320/Hobo+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. A Beating Awaits You Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got past that fact that hoboes used such lovely syntax, I was confused as to why a hobo would stick around long enough after receiving a royal ass-whoopin' to scratch this into a doorpost. Still, a handy sign to recognize, if you aren't eager for a beatdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqc_XreI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VvQ2WMovmbk/s1600-h/Hobo+5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246446905106869730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fqc_XreI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VvQ2WMovmbk/s320/Hobo+5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Alcohol In This Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one because it's most applicable to my everyday life. I know a lot of towns that have alcohol. And lots of people who would be interested in that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go forth and communicate as your hobo-brethren do! To learn more symbols, &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=HwSVn2PZCSAC&amp;amp;dq=symbol+sourcebook+henry+dreyfuss&amp;amp;pg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=tE4adm-vU0&amp;amp;sig=8DS12zY1gWIi1y0SxxaeVfXNDqs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=result#PPA90,M1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6356261547354926278?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6356261547354926278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6356261547354926278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6356261547354926278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6356261547354926278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/hobo-symbols.html' title='Hobo Symbols'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM8fp8jcQQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1t2LwFGDfZQ/s72-c/Hobo+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2652355910873667338</id><published>2008-09-14T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:25:40.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Wind Power</title><content type='html'>Having driven by a cavalcade of beautiful wind turbines in upstate New York this weekend, I was excited to see &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/magazine/14wind-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=magazine&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in the Sunday NY Times Magazine.  It was interesting to drive through another small town and see lawn signs proclaiming either "We Love Wind Power" or a simple image of a wind turbine with a big X through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM5h_0YkdXI/AAAAAAAAAes/HBuPYguZSb0/s1600-h/Civil+War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM5h_0YkdXI/AAAAAAAAAes/HBuPYguZSb0/s320/Civil+War.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246238364954555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These newfangled turbines are the talk of the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other interesting things we saw: zebras, clowns driving a car, a deer, many vultures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2652355910873667338?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2652355910873667338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2652355910873667338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2652355910873667338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2652355910873667338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/wind-power.html' title='Wind Power'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SM5h_0YkdXI/AAAAAAAAAes/HBuPYguZSb0/s72-c/Civil+War.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8473922288626244445</id><published>2008-09-11T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:16:32.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>BOWDLERIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: BODE-luh-rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: To change the offensive parts of something (verb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: My favorite part of working for the FCC is bowdlerizing words and ideas to protect our society from anything that may challenge their ideals and/or make them uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8473922288626244445?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8473922288626244445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8473922288626244445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8473922288626244445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8473922288626244445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_11.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6023286384648469436</id><published>2008-09-10T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:16:45.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>The Art of Manliness</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank alert Ex-Gifted Reader David for pointing me towards a fantastic blog, &lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com/"&gt;The Art of Manliness&lt;/a&gt;.  I particularly enjoyed two posts entitled &lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com/2008/09/07/the-gentlemans-guide-to-the-calling-card/"&gt;"The Long-Lost Art of the Calling Card"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com/2008/01/16/stop-hanging-out-with-women-and-start-dating-them/"&gt;"Stop Hanging Out With Women and Start Dating Them."&lt;/a&gt;  (As a woman, I definitely appreciated the latter.)  Check it out, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tvphotogalleries.com/data/657/1lb20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tvphotogalleries.com/data/657/1lb20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man up, Beave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6023286384648469436?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6023286384648469436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6023286384648469436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6023286384648469436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6023286384648469436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-manliness.html' title='The Art of Manliness'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-7078479320819570140</id><published>2008-09-09T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:17:25.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Broadway Bound</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear Ex-Gifted Children, and welcome to the Great White Way edition of this blog.  Enjoy some fun facts about the upcoming Broadway season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Mamet’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed-the-Plow&lt;/span&gt; is coming to Broadway, with Jeremy Piven (yes, that Jeremy Piven) and Elizabeth Moss (from Mad Men) – two of my favorite TV actors!  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godspell&lt;/span&gt; is no longer coming to Broadway. This is old news, but I can’t seem to let it go.  A compassionate donor couldn’t swoop in at the last minute and provide the measly $1 million they needed to mount the production?  Pathetic.  I guess we’ll have to settle for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt; as our rock musical of the season…Berger looks like Jesus anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;British Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harry Potter gets naked in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt;.  There are already pictures online (by that I mean pictures more graphic than the one below).  Awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kellybarclay.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/equus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://kellybarclay.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/equus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yay, 'Arry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoying Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrek the Musical&lt;/span&gt; continues the glut of movie-based shows that are clogging Broadway’s once healthy arteries.  Even with the lovely talents of Brian D’Arcy James, Sutton Foster, and Christopher Sieber, this is likely to be a big piece of lameness.  Prove me wrong, Shrek, prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoke Too Soon Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe there is one movie-to-musical adaptation I’m eager to see.  And that’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 to 5&lt;/span&gt;, featuring the talented trio of Allison Janney, Megan Hilty, and Stephanie J. Block.  This could sink or swim, but I’m crossing my fingers that it’s okay.  Apparently there are technical issues happening in their out-of-town tryout, but with Dolly Parton at the helm, I trust everything will come out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/d/dolly-parton/dolly-parton_3.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/d/dolly-parton/dolly-parton_3.Jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a smart, sassy businesswoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Known Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach Operating Thetan Level XVII, you must perform in a Broadway production of an Arthur Miller play.  So congratulations, Katie Holmes, looks like you are moving up the Fake Religion Ladder with your debut in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All My Sons&lt;/span&gt;.  But really, who cares. We should all be more excited about seeing John Lithgow, Patrick Wilson, Dianne Wiest, and L. Ron Hubbard in his first stage appearance since “Dianetics: The Musical.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/da/LRonHubbard-Dianetics-ISBN1403105464-cover.jpg/200px-LRonHubbard-Dianetics-ISBN1403105464-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/da/LRonHubbard-Dianetics-ISBN1403105464-cover.jpg/200px-LRonHubbard-Dianetics-ISBN1403105464-cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's an eruption of mental instability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get out there and support the Broadway community!  Buy tickets!  (And/or steal comps from well-placed friends.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-7078479320819570140?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7078479320819570140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=7078479320819570140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7078479320819570140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/7078479320819570140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-my-dear-ex-gifted-children-and.html' title='Broadway Bound'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4585050150238537317</id><published>2008-09-09T19:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:48:33.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMcLRK1fkvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SyAc0uF3jrM/s1600-h/Buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMcLRK1fkvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SyAc0uF3jrM/s320/Buddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244172680690635506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace comes from within.  Do not seek it without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Buddha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4585050150238537317?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4585050150238537317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4585050150238537317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4585050150238537317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4585050150238537317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-to-live-by_09.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMcLRK1fkvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/SyAc0uF3jrM/s72-c/Buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-8393889421260817575</id><published>2008-09-08T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:15:44.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Space: The Final Frontier</title><content type='html'>There was a time in fifth grade when I believed I would one day become an astronaut (this may have coincided with the release of "Apollo 13").  With my lack of math &amp;amp; science prowess, I was dreaming the impossible dream. But, maybe, I could have become the Hubble Space Telescope Office Janitress. Or Assistant Janitress. Or Space Suit Helmet Shiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ancestry.com/circle/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/Moon%20landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.ancestry.com/circle/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/Moon%20landing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or, Area 51 Moon Landing Soundstage Technician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...here's a little quiz in preparation for that fateful day when NASA calls me up to say that all of the other astronauts have food poisoning, and I'm their only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is a Brown Dwarf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A. A spritely gnome often featured in Scandanavian folklore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. An odiferous object emitted from the Space Station Elimination Vent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. A small, reddish-brown star &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. A terrestrial planet without apparent surface water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: C.  This sad Charlie Brown of a star is very small and dim.  It can't create enough fusion energy in its core to make up for the radiative energy emitted from its surface. If the sun looks like a big, bright, yellow ball, a Brown Dwarf looks more like a tiny, crumpled-up brown paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is a Blue Supergiant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. An ogre-like being often featured in Scandanavian folklore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.  A hot young star that shines brightly and dies young, often featured on "E! True Hollywood Story"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. A galaxy 1,000,000,000,000 times the size of the Milky Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. A spherical rubber orb often found in bodega vending machines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Answer: B.  Blue Supergiant stars are "among the hottest and brightest in the universe," according to Wikipedia.  Because they are so smokin' hot, they don't live very long.  Take warning, Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horsepigcow.com/uploaded_images/britney-747773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.horsepigcow.com/uploaded_images/britney-747773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is "Quasar" a shortened word for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A. QUASi-stellAR radio source&lt;div&gt;B. QUery AStronomical Acceleration Rate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. QUAntum Sporadic ARgon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Qualified Umbrellas Always Stop A Raindrop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: A.   A quasar is the extremely bright center of an extremely distant galaxy, which emits radio waves due to an extremely huge black hole in the center of that galaxy.  To the  EXTREME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horsepigcow.com/uploaded_images/britney-747773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is the Great Red Spot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Who cares; I can't think of any more clever fake answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. The swirling, hurricane-like storm larger than Earth that rages on Jupiter's surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Answer: C.  But A is still a true statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bnsc.gov.uk/assets/channels/education/ae/Jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bnsc.gov.uk/assets/channels/education/ae/Jupiter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A zit on the face of Jupiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is Pluto no longer a planet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. It's not big enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. It's not round enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Its orbit is too far from the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Some bullshit about it not "dominating the neighborhood around its orbit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: D.   The recently created definition of a planet states that it must be the "dominant gravitational body in its orbit," according to &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/"&gt;www.universetoday.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess this means that as the planet makes its orbit, it pulls lesser objects into its path, thus dominating, owning, or, in some galaxies, pwning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-8393889421260817575?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8393889421260817575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=8393889421260817575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8393889421260817575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/8393889421260817575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/space-final-frontier.html' title='Space: The Final Frontier'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-1996505383561159992</id><published>2008-09-07T21:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:16:55.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>LUDIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: LOO-dik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Playful, characterized by play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: In his ludic moments, Jebediah was known to create quite a scene with the milking machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMSJBpmFZbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/375UKi7peQs/s1600-h/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243466527604565426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMSJBpmFZbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/375UKi7peQs/s320/Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Show us your teats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-1996505383561159992?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1996505383561159992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=1996505383561159992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1996505383561159992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1996505383561159992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_07.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMSJBpmFZbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/375UKi7peQs/s72-c/Cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6080149083766878576</id><published>2008-09-06T14:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:44:38.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Dream Job</title><content type='html'>If time and money were not an issue, what creative, intellectual, or career endeavor would you pursue, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think if I could have any job/career I wanted I would go for being the head of some kinda Google-esque software company.  I like the idea of tackling problems both large and small at the level of the individual user.  I've always greatly admired the aesthetic, engineering, and even psychological considerations that go into designing a friendly, useful piece of software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I think, "I wish there was a way/button/thing to easily pay my bills/tag a bunch of emails/have anonymous sex in the park" and I find that a product or feature exists that does that already. The creative nerds behind these modern wonders are professional problem-solvers, and as someone who bitches about his problems all day I think I would never run out of shit to fix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMMCyrVjPyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xVatRjVvMVw/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMMCyrVjPyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xVatRjVvMVw/s320/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243037460839218978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have finally figured out how to get you to spend more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6080149083766878576?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6080149083766878576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6080149083766878576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6080149083766878576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6080149083766878576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMMCyrVjPyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xVatRjVvMVw/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3065900654885938724</id><published>2008-09-06T01:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:31:18.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Etiquette...Get Some.</title><content type='html'>Just for fun, here are some snippets from the 1872 runaway best-seller, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ladies' Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness&lt;/span&gt; by the esteemed Florence Hartley.  Read and heed, ladies, read and heed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeQMLv-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FrGvQHYMmoU/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeQMLv-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FrGvQHYMmoU/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929357815267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg19p_6dI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3xwCtkD05Dg/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg19p_6dI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3xwCtkD05Dg/s320/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929765156907474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2DultPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cNlxcQg6o84/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2DultPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cNlxcQg6o84/s320/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929766786774258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2HEfNpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fh_Jhd3naK0/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2HEfNpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fh_Jhd3naK0/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929767683929746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2UezV7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/sYL-sKRlAxo/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKg2UezV7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/sYL-sKRlAxo/s320/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929771283961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKhBnZ06oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yXaDkllP8LQ/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKhBnZ06oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yXaDkllP8LQ/s320/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929965341928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeGLSCfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ous2KhdD8GM/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeGLSCfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ous2KhdD8GM/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929355127130610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgem8X0FI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/K0oBwOuwO-A/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgem8X0FI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/K0oBwOuwO-A/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929363922964562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgd0SrcbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VyK3R-Cd6gQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgd0SrcbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VyK3R-Cd6gQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929350326317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeXRIxpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/upCYY-3C3X8/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeXRIxpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/upCYY-3C3X8/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929359715092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard the lady, stop sucking on your parasol!  Find out what other social sins you're committing &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=gJsSAAAAIAAJ&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=etiquette&amp;amp;lr=&amp;amp;as_brr=1&amp;amp;ei=LBfCSJOgLoT0jgG_nb3rDQ&amp;amp;client=firefox-a#PPA1,M1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3065900654885938724?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3065900654885938724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3065900654885938724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3065900654885938724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3065900654885938724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/etiquetteget-some.html' title='Etiquette...Get Some.'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMKgeQMLv-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FrGvQHYMmoU/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4867987624269075452</id><published>2008-09-05T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:14:02.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Time Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you could visit any time and place in history, what would it be, and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241830766089257314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL65TzF2wWI/AAAAAAAAAag/5VqwrLKnS7U/s320/RFK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still a hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I would choose to be in Indianapolis, Indiana on the night of April 4, 1968. ...This where Robert Kennedy gave his famous speech on the death of Martin Luther King Jr., who had died just that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indianapolis was the only major U.S. city to not experience massive race riots in the wake of Dr. King's death and it is often attributed to the speech that Senator Kennedy gave. I would like to spend a week being able to hear the speech live and experiencing what our once great (not so much anymore) country was feeling during one of the saddest moments of history."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4867987624269075452?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4867987624269075452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4867987624269075452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4867987624269075452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4867987624269075452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-travel.html' title='Time Travel'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL65TzF2wWI/AAAAAAAAAag/5VqwrLKnS7U/s72-c/RFK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4639644771499242674</id><published>2008-09-05T09:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:17:26.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ABATTOIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: AB-uh-twahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A slaughterhouse (noun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Lucille, being a sucker for sexy-sounding French phrases, gamely agreed to visit the serial killer's abattoir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4639644771499242674?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4639644771499242674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4639644771499242674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4639644771499242674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4639644771499242674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_05.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5552912525451398300</id><published>2008-09-05T00:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:44:37.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>What's Wrong, China?</title><content type='html'>"Suicide is now China's leading cause of death for those aged 20 to 35."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that China's one-child policy has created a generation of new adults raised to meet great pinnacles of success - except that job opportunities in China haven't grown to meet the demand.  Instead, these only-child "strivers" are unemployed, depressed, and addicted to video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of this fascinating article at &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=pto-20080623-000004&amp;amp;print=1"&gt;Psychology Today&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5552912525451398300?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5552912525451398300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5552912525451398300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5552912525451398300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5552912525451398300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-china.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong, China?'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3061414818981562905</id><published>2008-09-04T20:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:41:51.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMB_nvxE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IgkAuuu1Auw/s1600-h/Nietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMB_nvxE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IgkAuuu1Auw/s320/Nietzsche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242330287073187842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3061414818981562905?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3061414818981562905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3061414818981562905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3061414818981562905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3061414818981562905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-to-live-by_04.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMB_nvxE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IgkAuuu1Auw/s72-c/Nietzsche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-3651214018166948480</id><published>2008-09-04T12:37:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:20:02.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Bible Stories</title><content type='html'>Having once been a very diligent Catholic, I am occasionally suprised when people don't recognize my Biblical references. I suppose I should allow for the fact that not everyone is raised in a Judeo-Christian household...and that not everyone was such a Sunday School ROCKSTAR like yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are five Old Testament stories I enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Noah's Ark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone knows this one, right? If not, get the award-winning blockbuster "Evan Almighty" starring Steve Carell on your Netflix queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqbqqLZxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6IUCi71F7Dc/s1600-h/Evan+Almighty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306989799466770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqbqqLZxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6IUCi71F7Dc/s320/Evan+Almighty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Everything I touch turns to box-office gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, God tells Noah to build a boat because he's going to flood the world and kill off all the bad guys. Noah does so. Noah brings two of every animal onboard so he can repopulate the animal kingdom when the flood is over. Rain falls for 40 days and 40 nights. The water starts to recede and the ark lands on a mountain. Noah releases a dove, which returns with an olive branch in its beak, symbolizing that plants are growing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqcC6RgcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9pcEwfgHeKA/s1600-h/Wall-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306996309426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqcC6RgcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9pcEwfgHeKA/s320/Wall-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Directive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then God creates a rainbow, essentially saying, "I'm here, I'm queer, I'll never try to murder all of civilization again. Holler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. David &amp;amp; Goliath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;David is a scrappy Israeli teenager who goes to visit his brothers on the front lines of the Philistine war. He hears about a gigantic dude, Goliath, who has everyone trembling in fear. He decides to take matters into his own hands, slaying Goliath with his slingshot in the name of the Lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was great rejoicing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqbo_5U5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/gi-n8A2Cag4/s1600-h/221.+Simpsons+Bible+Stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306989353685906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqbo_5U5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/gi-n8A2Cag4/s320/221.+Simpsons+Bible+Stories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's unpossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Abraham and Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac on the top of a mountain. Abraham is about to go for it when God says "JK!" and has him sacrifice a conveniently stuck-in-the-bushes ram instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point is that you should do whatever God says, even if it means killing your children. Oh, that silly Old Testament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. King Solomon's Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other child-murdering news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Solomon was the wisest dude in all the land. One day, two squabbling broads came before him. Both claimed to be the mother of a baby, and both wanted custody. King Solomon, in all his sadistic wisdom, said "Let's chop the baby in half and you can both have some." One of the women said she'd rather give it up than see it harmed. King Solomon recognized that she must be the birthmother, and awarded her the child. The same thing happened to Madonna in Malawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqcKffpoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qmQlZ90ujqY/s1600-h/Madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306998344590978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqcKffpoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qmQlZ90ujqY/s320/Madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You are NOT the mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Story of Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job is a pious, wealthy dude who has everything going for him. God and Satan are debating whether Job is truly a good guy, or if he's just good because he's rich. God gives Satan permission to find out, so Satan kills Job's children, takes away his money, covers him with boils, and otherwise makes his life a living hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job's friends come to visit and they're convinced Job has done something wrong to merit this kind of affliction. Job knows he hasn't sinned, but still refuses to curse God for this cruel treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually God speaks to the whole gang, rewarding Job for his piety and condemning his friends for their lack of faith. In the end, Job gets all of his stuff back, including a set of hot new daughters, and lives a blessed life for 140 more years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqb4zLvZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uGL5irEVE_0/s1600-h/Gob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242306993595334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqb4zLvZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uGL5irEVE_0/s320/Gob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Segway to the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story...bad things happen to good people, but only because God said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-3651214018166948480?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/3651214018166948480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=3651214018166948480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3651214018166948480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/3651214018166948480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/bible-stories.html' title='Bible Stories'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SMBqbqqLZxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6IUCi71F7Dc/s72-c/Evan+Almighty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-4851645556946252947</id><published>2008-09-04T00:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:17:44.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>PRIMIPARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Pronunciation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pointer" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;prī-mĭp&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;ər-ə&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A woman bearing her first child (noun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: At the ripe old age of seventeen, Sarah Palin's daughter is a proud primipara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9gWesZmEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pRoF9e13V5w/s1600-h/Preggers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242014430595225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9gWesZmEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pRoF9e13V5w/s320/Preggers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hey, get outta there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-4851645556946252947?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4851645556946252947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=4851645556946252947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4851645556946252947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/4851645556946252947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_04.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9gWesZmEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pRoF9e13V5w/s72-c/Preggers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-161386805891401786</id><published>2008-09-03T22:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:20:48.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>What Do You Think of Sarah Palin?</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Sarah Palin address the Republican National Convention. She's adorable and actually very endearing, considering that most of her views are in direct opposition to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political leanings aside, it seems a shame that it's Sarah Palin accepting her party's nomination and not Hillary Clinton. It's like the hot cheerleader winning high school class president, while the less-hot but way more ambitious and capable chick has to console herself with cold pizza in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9R_xDjkZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G0BBNZna6Xk/s1600-h/Sarah+Palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241998647224406418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9R_xDjkZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G0BBNZna6Xk/s320/Sarah+Palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Be sure to blot your pizza first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to not be bitter about the whole situation, I've going to try to come up with five things I like about Sarah Palin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, she's a former Miss Alaska. You have to admit that Sarah is not only a MILF, she's a soon-to-be GILF. As the kids say, you "gotta respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She's a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool that Sarah got into government by joining the PTA at her kids' school, and working her way into the local political scene. This shows she has honest intentions - she's not blatantly power-hungry or silver-spoony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's got a neat accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose her voice is just pleasant in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Wow, it's hard to come up with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her kids have wacky names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, how conservative can she be? Her kids' names are Track, Trig, Bristol, Willow, and Piper. That's one step away from Blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9SAENpU-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/BrShivU2AFk/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241998652367000546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9SAENpU-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/BrShivU2AFk/s320/Michael+Jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Stop squirming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true...when McCain asks you to run for VP, you say yes, regardless of how little experience you have, and how you are being used to pander to female voters. She's going to do her best...I guess...although I can't picture her running the country if McCain bites it...which is likely...and although I disagree with a lot of her views...SHIT. I promised not to get bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-161386805891401786?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/161386805891401786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=161386805891401786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/161386805891401786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/161386805891401786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-think-of-sarah-palin.html' title='What Do You Think of Sarah Palin?'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL9R_xDjkZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/G0BBNZna6Xk/s72-c/Sarah+Palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-6416922306137450150</id><published>2008-09-03T19:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:48:55.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Physics &amp; The Creation of the Universe</title><content type='html'>Check out this TED talk featuring full-time hottie (and part-time physicist) Brian Cox.  If you have 15 minutes, watch the whole thing and learn a little something about physics.  If you're in a rush, skip ahead to 11 minutes to hear his explanation of the universe's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--cut and paste--&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="VE_Player" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/BrianCox_2008_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/BrianCox_2008_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" name="VE_Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, just enjoy Brian's charming accent and boyish good looks.  Need a lab assistant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-6416922306137450150?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/6416922306137450150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=6416922306137450150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6416922306137450150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/6416922306137450150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/physics-creation-of-universe.html' title='Physics &amp; The Creation of the Universe'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-9186825612908609386</id><published>2008-09-03T11:49:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:47:06.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Old-West Cowboy Slang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;How well do you know your cowboy phraseology? Quiz yourself, cowpoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. What does it mean to "throw up the sponge"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241845906432899426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7HFFREuWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kvFQAbw99u4/s320/Sponge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who lives in a wagon-town under the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A. Give yer horse a good washin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B. Surrender to yer enemy&lt;br /&gt;C. Celebrate a gun-slingin' victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D. Forgo contraception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: B. Don't throw up that sponge unless you want folks to think of you as a yellow-bellied coward. And always use protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Which of these phrases didn't mean "alcohol" in the Old West?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241844194827316706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7FhdCgLeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JxCX9_NVzSY/s320/Jug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A jug of moonshine, sir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A. Kansas Sheep Dip&lt;br /&gt;B. Tarantula Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C. Tongue Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D. Holster Brine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: D...I made that one up, although it sounds pretty authentic, if I do say so myself. Other popular phrases for alcohol included Coffin Varnish, Firewater, Taos Lightning, Nose Paint, Rookus Juice, Family Disturbance, John Barleycorn (beer), Joy Juice, Bug Juice, Oh-be-joyful, Apple Jack, Valley Tan, Forty Rod, and Bottled Courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. If you're "worse than a cat in a roomful of rockers," how are you feeling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241865211518545474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7YoyUKbkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gOccysXwjts/s320/Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you can't has cheezburger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Nervous as all get-out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B. Angrier than a sheep herder with a saddle rash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C. Hungry as a horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D. Clumsy as a drunken mule &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Answer: A. I guess I would be nervous too, if I had a tail prone to getting crushed under rocking chairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. It's late at night and you're "stringing a whizzer." What are you doing in there, young man?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241856265192046898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7QgCptgTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/geHDATqgXFw/s320/Surprised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna go blind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A. Making use of the old-timey outhouse&lt;br /&gt;B. Telling a tall tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C. Lassoing a young pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D. Skinning a cow hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: B. Anti-climactic, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Which of these fine ladies would you not expect to see in the town whorehouse?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863478713335250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7XD7HNPdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/sj0iGrcsPBQ/s320/Lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wearing 34 sexy layers.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;A. A slommack&lt;br /&gt;B. A nymph du prairie&lt;br /&gt;C. A dough puncher&lt;br /&gt;D. A calico queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: C. The Dough Puncher was the camp cook, the others are all various "painted lady" references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more cowboy slang, check out &lt;a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/WE-Slang.html"&gt;Legends of America&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-9186825612908609386?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/9186825612908609386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=9186825612908609386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/9186825612908609386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/9186825612908609386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-west-cowboy-slang.html' title='Old-West Cowboy Slang'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL7HFFREuWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kvFQAbw99u4/s72-c/Sponge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2636317289774227950</id><published>2008-09-03T11:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:44:28.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6pUjtoWoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aouRD4SjFaQ/s1600-h/Einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813186954943106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6pUjtoWoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aouRD4SjFaQ/s320/Einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combs are bad.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Albert Einstein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2636317289774227950?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2636317289774227950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2636317289774227950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2636317289774227950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2636317289774227950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-to-live-by.html' title='Quote to Live By'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6pUjtoWoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aouRD4SjFaQ/s72-c/Einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-1497739202290489385</id><published>2008-09-03T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:07:29.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/08/31/daydream_achiever/?page=full"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to read an interesting article about daydreaming.  When your boss asks why you're staring off into space, remind her that this is how Post-it Notes were invented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-1497739202290489385?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1497739202290489385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=1497739202290489385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1497739202290489385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/1497739202290489385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/importance-of-daydreaming.html' title='The Importance of Daydreaming'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-2185413944974072383</id><published>2008-09-03T09:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:17:57.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>GIMCRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: &lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;jim-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;krak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A showy object of little use or value (noun), gaudy or showy (adjective)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Genevieve was shocked and saddened to know that the her prized disco ball was seen as nothing more than gimcrack by the folks at Antiques Roadshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6PfPT6g0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4nIif_rBFlc/s1600-h/Disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241784783154611010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6PfPT6g0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4nIif_rBFlc/s320/Disco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's party like it's 1979.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-2185413944974072383?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2185413944974072383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=2185413944974072383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2185413944974072383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/2185413944974072383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL6PfPT6g0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/4nIif_rBFlc/s72-c/Disco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-5798890625777495007</id><published>2008-09-03T00:03:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:21:00.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Top Five...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...things I saw at the Metropolitan Museum of Art this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/gogh/ho_67.187.70a.htm"&gt;5. Vincent Van Gogh's "Self-Portrait with a Straw Hat" (1885)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4NBDQyOPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/deW_2bEiaIs/s1600-h/Van+Gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241641328012572914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4NBDQyOPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/deW_2bEiaIs/s320/Van+Gogh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't look at my other ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This piece is cool because Vinnie painted a potato-peelin' peasant on the other side of the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/works_of_art/collection_database/american_paintings_and_sculpture/madame_x_madame_pierre_gautreau/objectView.aspx?&amp;amp;OID=20012492&amp;amp;collID=2&amp;amp;vw=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. John Singer Sargent's "Madame X" (1883-4)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4Obh9wVPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SSeQIMMQZXk/s1600-h/Madame+X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241642882442482930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4Obh9wVPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SSeQIMMQZXk/s320/Madame+X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was originally painted with one of Madame X's shoulder straps falling down, but "the man" made poor John repaint it. Fortunately, this sexy lady still caused a scandal at the Paris Salon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/works_of_art/collection_database/modern_art/autumn_rhythm_number_30/objectView.aspx?&amp;amp;OID=210009206&amp;amp;collID=21&amp;amp;vw=0"&gt;. Jackson Pollock's "Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)" (1950)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241644719962315202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4QGfQn2cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/HD8IwGor2xU/s320/Calder.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't try this at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I had a very interesting conversation about Pollock with a co-worker today. We were discussing the need to view modern and "non-modern" art in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example - the viewer appreciates the skill and technique of a Renaissance master, but understands that the artist was commissioned and under strict guidelines, probably painting religious figures or nobility and therefore - maybe - lacking a little self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, the viewer appreciates the self-expression and artistic statement of the modern artist, whether or not he/she has the same level of specific technique that the old masters did (we're looking at you, Pollock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to say that Pollock's no big deal - "I could paint that." But Pollock painted it &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;, and in 1950, no less. Did you do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Works_of_Art/collection_database/The_Little_Fourteen-year-old_Dancer_By_edgar_Degas/objectview.aspx?OID=120011285&amp;amp;collID=12&amp;amp;dd1=12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/dgsb/ho_29.100.370.htm"&gt;2. Edgar Degas' "The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer" (1880)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4VtOI6yXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dq2CtEvmk0I/s1600-h/Degas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241650882939636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4VtOI6yXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dq2CtEvmk0I/s320/Degas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degas was apparently so invested in capturing this dancer's likeness that he sculpted her nude. Dude, she's FOURTEEN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATE: check out &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/03/arts/dance/03dega.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;this New York Times article&lt;/a&gt; about Degas at the Met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Calder"&gt;1. Alexander Calder's "Mobile" (1942)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4YLySkTMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CjyNc5367pc/s1600-h/Calder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241653607063112898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4YLySkTMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CjyNc5367pc/s320/Calder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Calder invented the mobile. He INVENTED it. Sleepy babies everywhere owe Calder a huge debt of gratitude for inventing a wire with little pieces attached to it that hangs from the ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-5798890625777495007?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5798890625777495007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=5798890625777495007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5798890625777495007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/5798890625777495007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-5-things.html' title='Top Five...'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL4NBDQyOPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/deW_2bEiaIs/s72-c/Van+Gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-185309011973010944</id><published>2008-09-02T19:44:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:45:18.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Emily Dickinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You know who's awesome, when she's not being crazy morbid? Emily Dickinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL3S-0FkIZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/moWZXPerA8g/s1600-h/Emily+Dickinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241577517904830866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL3S-0FkIZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/moWZXPerA8g/s320/Emily+Dickinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come here often?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E.D. (as I call her - don't confuse this with the all-too-common male ailment) has the distinction of having written the first and only poem I have ever memorized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Exultation is the going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of an inland soul to sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Past the houses -- past the headlands --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Into deep Eternity --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bred as we, among the mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can the sailor understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The divine intoxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of the first league out from land?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was published in 1924, 38 years after her death. She only published 7 poems during her lifetime, after being continually discouraged by the poet Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/unbound/poetry/emilyd/edletter.htm"&gt;this selection of their correspondence, published in 1891 in The Atlantic Monthly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, Emily Dickinson, for your vivacious wordsmithery - and for giving hope to pallid, garret-bound Emo poets everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677674527640284466-185309011973010944?l=exgiftedchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/feeds/185309011973010944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677674527640284466&amp;postID=185309011973010944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/185309011973010944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677674527640284466/posts/default/185309011973010944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exgiftedchild.blogspot.com/2008/09/emily-dickinson.html' title='Emily Dickinson'/><author><name>The Ex-Gifted Child</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oz2AXk1v_kA/SL3S-0FkIZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/moWZXPerA8g/s72-c/Emily+Dickinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677674527640284466.post-7767485579203649843</id><published>2008-09-02T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:24:07.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Welcome to The Ex-Gifted Child</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to The Ex-Gifted Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mission: to bring enlightenment and intelligence back into the minds of those people who once considered themselves Gifted Children – but are now closer to being Mediocre Adults. Let’s relive the glory days, when learning was fun and we thought we were hot stuff! Let’s once again impress people with our impeccable apostrophe usage, our unsettling vocabularies, and our effortless ability to identify toxic plants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check back frequently for mind-strengthening posts and clever insight. 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